#How to fix the Vi message not sending problem

[unknown-cold]

People will never understand the grief and suffering that Caitlyn went through, they will never understand the complex characters who always did good things but unfortunately the world didn't do them justice. The characters who go through stages of despair, grief and anger, these are the characters the writers wanted to give you so that you understand the complexities of humans through fictional characters. They want to send you a deeper message than just this evil character who wants revenge. It's more complicated than that.

So let's get into the topic and why I made this post:

First Caitlyn never wanted to kill the child to get to Jinx. You never saw a character who was controlled by anger. Caitlyn saw nothing in front of her except Jixn, the person who completely destroyed her life. She became obsessed with Jinx in the same way that Jinx was obsessed with Caitlyn. Let's take another example of an angry and vengeful character, which is the character Ellie in tlou2. We saw her literally kill everyone in front of her to get to Abby. She even went as far as to kill Lev if Abby didn't fight her. Anger and sadness are emotions that are difficult to control. These emotions are what control the person.

And The Big Problem is no one hated Ellie back then, huh?? So why Caitlyn now 😑

But the sad thing for Caitlyn is that unfortunately the demon Ambessa is in the picture and she will definitely play an important role in changing Caitlyn's personality. Of course, as is known, Ambessa will benefit from Hex weapons and other things for her personal goals.

Another thing that caused Caitlyn to lose her mind was when Vi accidentally compared Cait to the person who killed her mother and had been trying to kill her multiple times. And Jinx had killed many people in Piltover more than once. All of these things came together on Caitlyn until she completely lost control of herself.

Bc in the end it is her city and she has the right to defend it and defend her people.

So honestly I don't blame Caitlyn, I'm not saying what she did was right, but AGAIN Vi unintentionally compared her to the person who killed her mother and caused her a lot of suffering, as Jinx kidnapped her, tortured her, and tried to kill her several times.

(Imagine someone comparing you to the person who killed your mother and ruined your life)

And in the end Caitlyn will realize her mistake and try to fix it and she will know that Ambessa was manipulating her all the time, and she will know that she is the cause of most of the problems in Piltover.

I'm sure Caitlyn's redemption arc will right all the wrongs she's done and will make up for everything to the Zaun people and Vi.

And mark my words, bc Caitlyn is the only character who knows the problems that exist in Zaun and surely after she gets rid of her anger that is eating her from the inside, she will do the right thing bc that is the core of the Caitlyn that we knew in season 1.

So please trust the writers and don't rush to judge characters until we see how they end first.

[sapphiresaphics]

When we say Arcane is about the “cycle of violence” we are referring to it in the Shakespearian sense.

That is to say, the cycle of violence is going to continue by the end of the show, and we are not supposed to be happy about it. It is a thematic narrative device.

Much like a Greek tragedy where the hero does everything they can to avoid the future that was foretold, only to realize too late that their attempts to avoid their future is what caused it to happen in the first place.

What we DON’T mean is that “the cycle of violence” is an objective problem that must be fixed by the end of the story. It is not a “how to” guidebook on solving world issues. Arcane was never going to solve centuries worth of human history problems in 18 episodes.

The violence between Piltover and Zaun was ALWAYS going to remain because that’s how LIFE is. Arcane is about looking at how these problems affect people, empathizing with the characters, understanding the faults and flaws of other human beings, and being able to look at the story from the perspective of self introspection.

You should watch the end of the show and think to yourself “how can I not repeats the same cycles they are?” Not complain “the writing was bad cuz Zaun didn’t get independence!”

“What’s the point of starting the show off with class warfare if the politics don’t change by the end of the story?” Yeah… that’s kinda the message of the fucking show, isn’t it? The cycle continues. They had MULTIPLE options to escape the cycle and they CHOSE NOT TO. That’s the problem. That’s not them forgetting about the politics, that’s them addressing the narrative THEME they’re exploring.

Like, the show ends with the two cities teaming up to stop a magical oppressive force… and they STILL can’t work together afterwards. That’s the fucking CYCLE continuing. That’s the TRAGEDY of the two cities.

You want Zaun to be independent. You want Piltover to stop oppressing. But that doesn’t happen. And it’s not because this is some centrist message. It’s because the TRAGEDY of the city is that they will NEVER get along. The happy AU exists as a reminder of what we’ll never have but what could’ve been.

And every character thinks they have the way to solve the problem of the two cities. And every one of those solutions that involves violence just sparks more violence.

And yes, you can ABSOLUTELY put the blame on Piltover for the vast majority of ALL the problems. But the show is trying to get you to understand that when you retaliate with violence you are going to be met with violence. Zaun doesn’t come together with Piltover because Zaun was able to beat Piltover with a stick. They come together, despite all their issues and the past atrocities Piltover caused, because they found common ground and Piltover literally begged them for help.

Viktor’s plan to subjugate all of humanity to stop them from enacting violence is stopped by Jayce’s love and empathy and mutual understanding.

Empathy. Compassion. These are the forces that break the NARRATIVE cycle of violence.

Caitlyn was willing to give Zaun a chance because she connected with Vi and Ekko and saw for herself how things are in Zaun. And you can bet your ass that she would’ve followed through with that had Jinx not VIOLENTLY ripped all that away from her. And the result of that violence against her was MORE and WORSE violence. And it’s not until the end when Caitlyn has Jinx in a cell, defeated, depressed, emotionally drained and exhausted… does she find the compassion and empathy to let her hatred for Jinx go.

You guys gotta stop looking at this show as a “how to guide to anarchy” and actually look at it from the perspective of a STORY trying to send a MESSAGE. And that message is “You have a good heart, don’t ever lose it, no matter how much the world tries to break you.”

Piltover and Zaun were never going to stop being antagonistic towards each other. The cycle was never going to end for them. But the cycle can end for you. You can find ways to BRIDGE the two cities in your own life. You can’t change centuries of human failure and history. But you can change who YOU are. And when presented with a chance to inflict violence on another person, you can reflect on what choosing to use violence will do to them and to you.

[netvani]

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Don't Leave Home - Chapter VI

Chapter 6/?

Wordcount 2,8k

Title Something I Cannot Break

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Toji Fushiguro X reader

Read the previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s) The attempt of robbery, harassment, threat of violence

Tagging @brumous11 (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A. So yeah, finally a brief demonstration of Toji's capacities! It was so exciting to write this scene 😭 It might open the way for closer, intimate interactions between him and reader, and longer conversations as well.

About the doctor's diagnosis: infections (food poisoning, specifically speaking) use to have vomit as a symptom, and I considered including this detail in Megumi's condition, but I thought it would be too much, so I left it out of the descriptions (and I also hope it doesn't affect their credibility).

I'm sorry for posting this note in the previous chapter (it became some sort of spoiler about the baby's condition) so let's pretend this is the first time you're seeing this okay

Hope you enjoy this chapter despite that :)

The doctor was gentle enough to take time in calm you down before starting the procedure itself. He talked to you both and then to Megumi, who cried minutes before entering his room and now was quiet, staring at that old man with large glasses and a friendly smile, trying to decide if he was going to trust him or not among ll the strange people he saw since his arrival.

When you were all at will with the situation, the doctor asked you about his symptoms and his health history. In this latter, Toji was the one with the best conditions to speak: he described his first weeks of life and his current circumstances, explaining why his situation was making you so worried. On the other hand, you told him what he was feeling and the measures you took to relief his discomfort. The doctor approved them and finally started examining the baby.

He did it in calm, careful manners, understanding how stressful it must have been for a child to leave his house at that hour and stay in an unknown place in the company of people he never seen before, all of this while staying sick, at the same time assuring the people responsible for him that whatever the problem he had now, it was going to be fixed and they were going to see their boy healthy again.

He returned to his chair and spoke with you for the second time.

- According to what you both told me and what I could observe in him, my conclusion is that he caught an infection.

- Infection? – Toji asked – Is it too serious?

- No. I would say its gravity is from low to medium – the doctor stated – It is not an uncommon situation for children at his age, but most people don’t know about the first things they’re supposed to do to help the child, which is crucial for their recovery. However, not only he is a strong boy, but also you have been taking excellent care of him, and this will make all the difference.

He then pulled his notepad and started writing a list of measures for you to take alongside the medication, which you could start giving to him that night already. Now you and Toji could breathe in relief: the mystery about Megumi’s sickness was solved, and you had a solution for it in your hands; even the baby seemed more relaxed with it.

However, the surprises of the day weren’t over.

You stood up and thanked the doctor for his services, but you both stopped in your way toward the door when you heard his comment:

- I’m sure Megumi-chan will be alright soon, especially when he has such dedicated parents to watch over him!

Your cheeks burned. Should you correct the doctor or wait for Toji to do it? You glanced at him, hoping he was going to undo the mistake, but almost scolded him with what you saw instead: no shame could be sensed in his manners, and he even dared glance at you – of course he wouldn’t miss the opportunity of appreciate your embarrassment, even more when he could directly contribute to it. You saw his scar curving itself in a growing smirk and thought you were going to act yourself…

But before you could open your mouth, you heard him talking to the older man in a serious tone you weren’t expecting to hear that time:

- I guess I don’t deserve much credit in this, doctor. Despite being his babysitter, y/n made all the hard work here. I’ve been out for this entire day and only arrived here right after her.

You bit your lip to hold back the words you were about to say and the fact that Toji has surprised you one more time: never you would expect this to be the way he would choose to clarify things.

After looking from him to you and then back to him, not disguising all his incredulity, the doctor cleaned his throat and apologized for his mistake, but you replied that it was okay. You thanked him again for his work and left the room.

***

Megumi slept during the entire travel on the train, less crowded now. The experience of taking serum to prevent dehydration and waiting for his father to solve minor bureaucratic stuff at the reception before he could finally go back home was something the little boy would certainly want to forget. Before leaving the hospital, you changed him one last time in the children’s area while Toji talked to a nurse about the medication prescribed and their usual prices, then you met at the exit and headed to the station.

On the train, you took the seat at the window and he had the one beside you, at the corridor. You had your head turned to the glass for a while and your neck started to ache; you looked at the opposite side and startled when your eyes met Toji’s over you. He didn’t blink, but looked away suddenly, not even trying to hide the fact that he has been staring at you for some time until that moment. You took a deep breath and passed your hand on your neck, massaging the aching spot.

- You okay? – you heard him ask.

- Yes. Just a bit tired. And what about you?

He raised his eyebrows.

- Same, I guess – he sighed – You know, I had to run to get to the hospital at that hour. I wish I had seen your message earlier.

Your instinct of making amends was still awake despite your lack of disposition.

- You don’t need to worry about that now – you looked down at the sleeping child in your lap – We know what’s going on with him now, and also know what to do. He’s a strong boy. He will recover soon.

- I know. Still…

And he shut his mouth for various minutes then.

After glancing at him a few times to make sure he didn’t fell asleep too, you spoke again.

- And what about the medication?

He took the prescription’s sheet from his pocket and unfolded it, showing the list to you.

- It’s just two items, and none of them are hard to find. A common drugstore is the right place to get them.

You recognized one of them.

- That’s true. And this second one is really effective, by the way. We used to have it at home when I was a kid. It has countless uses. That doctor knew what he was doing.

Toji giggled and put the sheet back on his pocket. After that, there was no meaningful talking between you, under the excuse of not waking the baby up after that tiring day, but you knew you just had too much to process on your own before exchanging any ideas regarding it. At least in this you were similar, you thought. You were so used to carry things and not count on anyone that you needed some time to learn how one accepts help.

The good thing about that was the fact that no explanation was needed in this sense thanks to this mutual understanding of yours. It was weird to think of it that way, but it was what you needed to get through that night and keep your loneliness at bay.

***

While you walked up the stairs at the subway’s exit, you suggested that Toji would take Megumi directly to home while you would go to the nearest drugstore and buy the medicine. He was going to refuse and state that he could do it right now, but you argued that Megumi needed to rest.

- I know where it is and it’s not so far from here. I can go and take them for you quickly. And he needs to go home as soon as possible, right? It was a long day for him.

Toji licked his lips, giving up the argument.

- For all of us, I guess – he sighed and took some cash from his pocket – Fine. You go to the drugstore, we go home.

He took the baby in his arms and you took your bag from his shoulder, then put the money in an outside pocket on it. Before you left, he asked you to buy some bandages and antiseptic solution for him. You frowned at this request and he gave you the reason before you could ask why.

- I just remembered I’m running out of them. I need them when I come back from my hardest days at work.

You wouldn’t discuss anything after hearing the word work. You nodded and followed your way to the drugstore as he turned his back and took the baby home.

***

The drugstore was almost empty when you entered it, except for the client already on the counter, ready to leave, and the attendant that greeted you with a nod. You chose the stuff Toji asked for and showed the prescription to the pharmacist, who was quick to find the medicine and to give them to you.

You went to the counter and then left the place, happy to find everything you needed and to see that they kept them at reasonable prices.

Toji’s address was just two streets away from the drugstore, so you would reach his house in at least five minutes. That was long enough for you to put the items’ change in your bag and to check your phone to see if there was a message or a missed call. You found a text from Mari asking if you could bring something for her in the next day and two calls from unknown numbers, probably promotional stuff.

You walked fast through the empty streets while deleting the call history and replied to Mari. You were re-reading the message to check for typos before sending it, a habit of yours that you’ve developed when you started your studies in Human Resources and that would take most of your concentration no matter the place or the circumstances.

And thanks to it, you didn’t notice you had company when you were just meters from your destiny.

- Alone at this hour, babygirl?

You stopped and gasped when you heard the harsh voice coming from nowhere. You took your eyes off the phone and looked at all directions, finally finding its owner leaning on the wall at your left, ahead your spot. He left his place and came to you with erratic steps; was he drunk or under the effect of other things you weren’t willing to guess? Probably. Damn it, that was a problem: you were almost reaching the place you were supposed to go to and this idiot had to show up exactly at that moment. But you wouldn’t have any advantages in case you tried to fight or pass by him; the only thing you could do now was to run back to where you came from.

But you didn’t have time for this, neither you could think of anything else, for the man was fast and in a second he was before you; besides, he didn’t have his hands empty: he raised his right hand and through the streetlight’s pale glow you saw the sharp shape of a knife.

- Why don’t you come closer so we can talk – he mumbled; and realizing you already noticed the blade, – No? Give me your phone then! I’ll have good use for it!

You took a step back when the stranger tried to grab the phone from you and this infuriated him.

- Hey! Where are you going?! I said give it to me!

He moved his knife at your direction and you almost stumbled. This slowed your reaction and took away the chance you had to leave. There was no escaping for you now. You shut your eye tight...

But noticed that his hand never reached you. You looked again and saw someone grabbing his wrist from behind. The man froze in his spot with the unexpected response from the shadows behind him; the dread in his disoriented eyes was such that it fell into yours, stopping any reactions you could have had.

- Easy, man. That’s not how you come to a girl.

You almost smiled when you recognized Toji’s voice, but the realization that nor you or the stranger sensed his arrival kept your lips closed. Yes, you’ve already noticed how quiet he could be when he wanted, but was he really able to go unnoticed like that? It was too much, even for you.

Once he woke up from his startle, the man tried to pull his hand out of his grip, but Toji just sighed and held it tighter, as if the guy was yet to understand the foolishness of trying to escape from him; he tried to release himself a second time, but the grip only increased until he moaned and let go of the knife. Toji passed his free arm over his shoulder and with the same hand around the man’s wrist, in a way your eyes couldn’t follow, he caught the object and examined it for a second, his scar twisting in disgust for the low quality of the blade, tiny and insignificant in his hand.

- You call this a weapon? – he clicked his tongue – You should be ashamed.

With his free hand, he forced the man to turn to him and grabbed his collar. The man mumbled unintelligible words of desperation and you considered closing your eyes or just leave, for you wouldn’t like to witness what was going to happen, but to your surprise no violence was seen in the next moments.

Instead, something scarier took place.

Without thinking of how unnatural it could seem for the ones watching, Toji squashed the knife between his fingers as if it was a paper sheet. You didn’t understand why he was doing that until the object started to curve itself to his grip’s pressure. You thought your eyes were caught in some kind of illusion: was the knife just a toy or was it a real one, crushing under his strength? No, it wasn’t a toy. What happened when it broke couldn’t let you be deceived: with a sudden crack, both the knife’s base and its blade broke in small pieces. Toji opened his palm and the rest of them fell on his feet, the clinging of the metal echoing in the silent surroundings.

However, that was not what made you gasp: you turned your attention to his face and the line of teeth out in an imitation of a smile – something different from the grin you were used to see – sent a chill all over your body. The fear he was provoking in that man, the incredulity in your gaze – he was enjoying all of this. For a moment, you remembered of the first time you saw him, of how scary he was just by standing there, his green eyes being enough to shut your mouth and force you into place. That was the real Toji – and you couldn’t believe you just forgot about this. But now you were reminded of it in the most abrupt way, and this time you wouldn’t forget it.

The man was trembling so violently that it was only thanks to Toji that he was still standing; no sound left his mouth, but his lips wouldn’t stop shaking and you thought that if you came closer, you would be able to hear his teeth gritting.

Toji tightened his hand around his collar and brought him closer.

- Now leave – the grin faded as he spoke – And don't show up again unless you bring something I cannot break.

The stranger shook his head in agreement. Once he was free, he didn’t waste time and started dragging himself away from the other man; he stumbled near you, and you stepped back to open the way for him, who passed without even glancing at your direction and disappeared in the next corner.

You were still looking at the shadows ahead, in which the man has entered, your feet glued on the spot, your mouth dry. You didn’t realize that you were trembling as much as the stranger until you felt Toji surrounding you with his arm, covering your sight of the street and making you turn to him. What you did next was instinctive: your hands seeked for support and found it when they grabbed his shirt, while you hid your face in it. He passed his other arm around you, bringing you even closer, smelling your hair. You thought he was going to kiss the top of your head, but he didn’t do it.

Unlike you were expecting, his voice was clean, composed when he spoke to you.

- Am I late? Did he do something to you?

- No – you mumbled against his chest – He didn’t have the time… We didn’t even see you coming…

- Fine. Let’s go.

Toji gave you space to breathe. Without waiting for questions, he started leading you to his house, your feet just following his command.

[jayvikbrainrot]

I have no clue if you like other peoples au ideas, but I’ve had an arcane/Jayvik au for the longest time. This is a long message btw.

Basically, Piltover gives Zaun their independance years earlier, like before the Vander/Silco betrayal, but also basically stops Zaunites from coming into Piltover. This changes a few things. For example, Vander and Silco no longer fight each other, the kids never get to Jayces apartment, and Viktor never goes to the academy. Because of this, and Viktor’s character, he kind of lives with Singed or in the library until he’s 14, where he encounters the kids, maybe helps them with an injury (he knows from reading or his own injuries) and gets adopted into the last drop. He becomes the sort of mechanic/doctor of the main area in Zaun, and because it’s impossible for me to do angst, he can make augmentations, although they are lesser quality. He gets 4 younger siblings and two dads who show him how to interact with the barons and be better at politics/public speaking.

Meanwhile, in Piltover, they basically lost all they labour and, when one of them finds Jayce’s experiments, skip over the whole ‘illegal’ part because, for the city of progress, they aren’t really progressing, but Jayce can’t figure out this one problem with Hextech. In an effort, they print pages of the calculations in newspapers and ask anyone who can understand them to come forward to the counsel. No one in Piltover can, but once it leaks to Zaun, Vander and co realise that, yeah, the super smart guy who’s basically been giving them healthcare and also revolutionised the industrial industry could probably do it. Just the first meeting being Jayce and the council seeing this small, scrawny Zaunite completely fix their problem while subtly insulting them, Jayce immediately wants him on the project, refuses any other appointments, that’s it for him. Also, more Zaunite Viktor, (possibly tattooed? Fashion?) is my jam.

Ahhhh yeah!!! Oh I love this, yes please send me things lol!

Yes I honestly love the AU's that have Viktor mentoring Powder which feels like would fit right in here. Heck even Vi could teach him some self defensive moves.

If we're really talking about Viktor making improvements, I feel like I read somewhere that Viktor started out making air filters for Zaun factories? Not sure how canon that is but I like that idea, it's possible that without Piltover, Viktor, Vander, and Silco go through and make sweeping changes to how these factories operate and Silco starts renegotiating contracts. Which could get Piltover's attention. I mean could you imagine some sort of gala where titans of industry are invited. Vander has his hellion kids in tow for getting free food, and Silco and Viktor walk in, Silco sees Jayce across the room, whispers something to Viktor behind his hand and they both laugh.

And Jayce watches all this and just Kill Bill Sirens. XDDD

Also yes Viktor TATTOOS I would go feral!

(Also I never reallllly talk about this because this is a Jayvik blog, but I would love to see Viktor and Silco interact. I really think he would foster Viktor's talents and teach him how to take charge of a room. Like I can't imagine in canon Silco's eye doesn't have some degree of blindness or light sensitivity, but like the way he wields himself makes you feel that he no weaknesses. Just a hyper confident Viktor would be a force to be reckoned with.)

[fics-of-my-mind]

Trust - Chapter VI.

'Touch yourself.'

These two words were the only thing he said after long minutes of silence. He didn't move, his tone sounded imperative.

'Gee, thanks, how have I not thought of that?' I asked sarcastically. 'It's not–'

'Touch yourself now,' Nick repeated, cutting into my witty answer. It wasn't a suggestion, but rather a command, his voice sounding a bit deeper than before. I was looking at him with my lips slightly parted as I tried to recover from the shock his words had caused.

'You want me to–' I started, my voice barely more than a whisper, but he didn't let me finish.

'I want you to pleasure yourself,' he said, not missing a beat as he leaned even more forward, closer to the screen. His voice wasn't angry anymore, rather excited and commanding.

'And you want to watch,' I clarified. I thought that after these two months Nick Jonas couldn't surprise me anymore, but he just did. I couldn't pull my mind together yet, it was still all around the place from the shock Nick's words have caused.

'Well, where would be the fun in it if I wasn't watching?' he asked, a smirk playing around his lips.

Warnings: mature content, BDSM content Pairing: Nick Jonas / Other Female Character This fanfiction can also be found on Wattpad by fnntth

I don’t own Nick Jonas or any other recognizable characters. This fanfiction is completely fictional, its only purpose is entertainment.

Chapter VI. - Baby, you got me like, oh, umm

Nick’s texts are bold

Milla’s texts are italic

As April came, people in my country started to get fed up with the coronavirus. I started to get fed up with the coronavirus. I didn't even read the news anymore, I wasn't as panicked as before. I still had my job, still worked from home office, still missed my friends and family, but Nick was quite good at taking my mind off of things.

We kept on texting every day, but since they introduced bigger restrictions in the US, we haven't had the chance to talk on the phone or FaceTime for weeks now. Priyanka was the reason for it, it was obvious, even though we haven't mentioned her in our texts. Nick clearly didn't want to talk about his wife and I didn't want to horn into their relationship any more than I've already had.

We flirted through texts. I tried to deny that it was flirting at first, but thinking back, we've flirted through all of our acquaintance. I guess Nick was just that person and he always brought it out in me. He was cheeky and didn't know any limits, and I've almost completely let go of the embarrassed and awkward feelings and was able to respond to his cheekiness most of the time.

what are you doing?

Swiping left and right.

Not even a minute after sending that message my phone's screen lit up with Nick's name. He wanted to FaceTime. Without thinking, I hit the 'accept' button. I was dying to see his face, it's been almost a month since our last FaceTime call.

'Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning?' I asked after some quick math. It was 11 o'clock my time, so it was the middle of the night in Los Angeles. Not that I was really surprised, Nick usually felt safest from Priyanka's prying eyes in the middle of the night.

I examined his face. He looked extremely handsome with his subtle and his undone hair. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt which complimented his upper arm muscles. There were some circles under his eyes, but his orbs were wide awake, glistering in the semi-dark of his home studio. I missed seeing him so much.

'Why are you on Tinder?' he asked, dismissing my question. His face was quite interesting, he was frowning and looked at me with disapproval.

'Cause I'm bored,' I shrugged. I don't know that me being on Tinder why was a big thing. 'And... a bit horny.'

We got to the point of our relationship, when I barely ever felt embarrassed with him anymore. Maybe it was the fact that this has been going on for two months now, or that we kept talking constantly, or that I've already shared with him almost everything about my sex life and fantasies. It just didn't seem like a big deal anymore, admitting to him that I was horny.

Truth is, my sexual excitement was there mainly because of Nick. The things we've talked about, the way things were going... It was all making me feel aroused and I felt like just my fingers weren't doing the trick anymore. I missed sex – it was ridiculous. I went two or three years (I didn't even dare to count exactly) without sex, without constantly missing sex, but a few talks with Nick managed to make me feel crazy and frustrated.

Which he normally enjoyed, so I had no idea what his problem was now.

'And you're looking for a hook up on Tinder?' he asked, sounding incredulous and irritated.

'I'm not looking for a hookup,' I sighed a little bit confused about his reaction. 'I've never actually hooked up with anyone on Tinder. It's just nice to see my options,' I explained. His tone started to irritate me. 'What is the big deal about it?'

'Maybe the fact that you keep telling me that you don't want to just have casual sex with a stranger, that you have principles, yet you are scrolling through Tinder, trying to find, oh, a hookup,' he replied, sounding annoyed and sarcastic.

'I do have principles!' I snapped. This conversation wasn't exactly going as I've expected. 'But having principles doesn't exactly help with being horny!'

'So feeling a bit horny is a good excuse to let go of your principles and degrade yourself on Tinder?' he asked, his voice still incredulous. His face looked irritated, his jaw was tense as he looked at the screen.

'What else should I do then?!' I asked, and I hated how desperate I sounded. 'I can't exactly help it that you're making me feel like a horny teenager all the time,' I exclaimed.

This was actually the first time I've admitted that he was making me feel things. I mean, I'm pretty sure that he's already known about his effect on me, I've just never really expressed it in words. I wasn't feeling embarrassed as I'd expect it, rather vulnerable.

'Well, I don't know,' he started in a sarcastic tone. He also seemed a bit smug at my confession. 'Maybe if it's me that's making you feel things, you should come to me.'

'Oh, really?' I asked ironically. 'Because you're just going to jump on a private plane and come here to satisfy me, huh? You're Nick Jonas, regulations and travel bans just don't apply, right?' I was extremely annoyed with him and I couldn't hold myself back. Who was he to question my principles and say that I was degrading myself? He was the one that I've had to blame for this situation, yet he was making me feel guilty. How was that fair? 'There are just no obstacles in your way, are there?' I still couldn't stop my mouth from talking. I was, in fact extremely frustrated and horny, also annoyed with Nick. 'Fuck coronavirus! Fuck being more than 6000 miles away! Fuck you having a wife! Who cares?'

Nick listened to my outburst in complete silence, with an expressionless face, yet I could see that he was getting angrier by the minute. I kind of expected him to just disconnect the call and never talk to me again. I really couldn't handle my emotions at the moment, and I hated the fact that this little interlude with him only made me feel even hornier. Seeing his stiff and strict demeanor only made me long for sex even more. I hated this effect of his, that he didn't even need to talk to make me feel things.

For minutes, it was quiet. Nick did not disconnect the call, but he didn't move from his position or said anything either. He was sitting at a desk, elbows on his knees as he was leaning forward, towards the screen, stroking his subtle with one hand.

I felt even more frustrated from his silence. I had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe me feeling comfortable enough around him to give him a piece of my mind wasn't necessarily a good thing. Maybe I'd just screwed this up, whatever this thing was.

We were looking at the screens in complete silence for about five minutes. I didn't dare to move, I just fixed my glance on him. Only some slight panting could be heard from my side, as I was still catching my breath from my heated little monologue.

'Touch yourself.'

These two words were the only thing he said after long minutes of silence. He didn't move, his tone sounded imperative.

'Gee, thanks, how have I not thought of that?' I asked sarcastically. 'It's not–'

'Touch yourself now,' Nick repeated, cutting into my witty answer. It wasn't a suggestion, but rather a command, his voice sounding a bit deeper than before. I was looking at him with my lips slightly parted as I tried to recover from the shock his words had caused.

'You want me to–' I started, my voice barely more than a whisper, but he didn't let me finish.

'I want you to pleasure yourself,' he said, not missing a beat as he leaned even more forward, closer to the screen. His voice wasn't angry anymore, rather excited and commanding.

'And you want to watch,' I clarified. I thought that after these two months Nick Jonas couldn't surprise me anymore, but he just did. I couldn't pull my mind together yet, it was still all around the place from the shock Nick's words have caused.

'Well, where would be the fun in it if I wasn't watching?' he asked, a smirk playing around his lips.

I stayed quiet for a long minute, weighing my options. Then I realized that I wanted this. I was excited, aroused, and Nick was looking at me with such longing in his dark eyes that it was clear I was going to say yes. This was a new level, even more dangerous than what we've been doing so far. But I wanted it so bad.

'I'll do it if you do it,' I said eventually, biting my bottom lip. He wanted a show? Good. Then I wanted a show. I wanted to see him at least partly naked. I wanted to see the emotions on his face. I wanted to see him come undone.

Normally I wouldn't have wanted him to see any more of me than the clothes shown. I wasn't perfectly happy with my body, there were some parts that I'd rather they stay hidden from his eyes. On the other hand, I wanted to see him and I knew than I needed to show something in exchange.

'Wouldn't have it any other way,' he replied, smirking. My heart was beating hard against my chest and I felt my mouth go dry. We really were doing this.

I watched as Nick stood up from his armchair briefly, only to take off his shirt. He was wearing some sweatpants which hung dangerously low on his waist, the waistband of his white Calvin Klein boxers showing under them. I could clearly see his bulge, even in the semidarkness of the room. After throwing his T-shirt somewhere, he also got rid of the sweatpants, leaving him only in his boxers. Those stayed on, at least for now.

'Take off your clothes,' he gave the order while sitting back into his armchair and slightly adjusting his Macbook, so now it showed his upper body, his face and barely anything of his lower parts. So we were playing this game like this, okay.

He looked extremely hot. His body wasn't as toned as a few years ago, when he did those photoshoots, but it still looked amazing. His chest was slightly hairy, his V-lines were still noticeable, he looked like a real man and nothing like the little curly haired boy.

'I said,' he started, sounding quite entertained, yet still with authority in his voice. 'Take off your clothes,' he repeated.

I swallowed before obliging. Taking off my sweatshirt was nothing. Taking off my yoga pants was also almost nothing, since he couldn't see it. Taking my top off meant that I revealed a bigger part of my body to him that he's ever seen. I felt so aroused that I did it anyway.

The fact that Nick took control of whatever was happening, even with him being more than 6000 miles away excited me even more. I wanted to do what he said, I trusted him more than I've ever trusted anyone in my life.

When I was left in only my black bra and panties, I readjusted my position on the couch. He had a view to my face and chest, but I tried not showing him any more. His gaze lingered on my breasts before turning back to my face.

'You can't touch yourself until the moment I give permission,' he said. It wasn't really a request, so I instantly nodded. He wanted to dominate. I wanted to submit to him. 'I want to hear you say it.'

'I won't touch myself until you give me permission,' I repeated his words. He seemed satisfied with my answer.

Truth is, it was already pretty damn hard to stop myself from touching my most sensitive spot. I'm pretty sure that I was already wet and the fact that Nick looked amazing, didn't exactly help my situation.

'Last time you were the one that described what you think I'd do to you,' he stopped, wetting his lips. I swallowed hard. He was taking his time, speaking slowly, his voice deep and sexy. It was clear that Nick was enjoying this at least as much as I did. 'Ever since it's been constantly on my mind what I'd actually do to you.'

I liked where this was going. Hearing his deep voice has already sent chills down my spine. Seeing his muscles tense a bit as he was talking, made me feel things that I've never really felt.

'And what is that?' I asked, my voice barely audible, but he's heard it just fine.

'Ohh, all kinds of things, really,' he smirked. 'Nice things. Not so nice things. Everything in between.'

'Care to explain?' I asked, slightly raising my eyebrow. A smile was around my lips, just as around Nick's. We were heading towards untouched area, so we were being careful with our words.

'I'd start all nice,' he said, a smirk playing on his face, eyes glistering with danger. 'I'd kiss your lips, take my time with them. You see, I love kissing.' As he was speaking, he ran a finger around his lips, making it harder for me to breath calmly. 'Then I'd deepen the kiss, use my tongue and start to discover your body with my fingers.'

I could almost feel it, his fingers playing on my skin all around my body, touching, caressing, pressing. When he said the word 'tongue', I had to swallow again. I wanted to close my eyes and imagine this properly, but then again, I didn't want to deprive myself of the sight of Nick. He looked so amazing, even more so as he was describing what he'd do to me.

'Then I'd pay attention to your neck and to the spot behind your ear,' Nick continued. 'Taste your skin, probably graze it with my teeth. Mark you as mine.'

We were only at kissing, for God's sake, yet I was already breathing heavily and really really wanted to touch myself. I've also had a feeling that he'd find the way to punish me if I did it without his permission.

'Nick–' I started, but he didn't even let me finish.

'Not yet,' he chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying my distress. I grunted and tried pressing my thighs together as hard as I could. 'Patience, dear.' The pet name he'd just used, didn't exactly help either. 'Where was I?' he asked, but didn't wait for an answer. 'Oh, right, marking you,' he chuckled, never turning his glance away from mine. 'I imagine you couldn't stay still and you'd try to touch me wherever you could, which would rush things.' It was like Nick was telling a story. His deep voice was calming and thrilling at the same time and it made my insides clench. 'So I would have to hold your hands behind your back. That is, of course, if I don't just tie you up.'

The thought of being restrained has always excited me. Now, hearing Nick talk about it enhanced my curiosity even more. I wanted to touch him, almost as much as I wanted to touch myself. Yet, the thrill of not being able to was extremely arousing, just like waiting for his ratification to use my hands.

'I'd use my other hand to explore your body. Your waist, thighs, ass, breasts,' he continued, slightly shifting in his seat. 'I'd touch your skin everywhere as I breath kisses down your neck, on my way to you breasts,' he dropped his gaze to my cleavage once again. I was so happy to be wearing a lacy bra that complimented my full breasts.

Nick seemed to appreciate them as well, as he slipped a hand down to his boxers to adjust himself. I was holding my breath, I desperately wanted to see him touch himself, and to see his manhood in its entirety. He did have control though unfortunately, so a second later his arm was back on his knee. I moaned in frustration, which he only acknowledged with a self-righteous half-smile.

'Meanwhile I'd pull you as close to me as possible so you'd feel my erection pressing into your abdomen.' He was killing me. I thought in the beginning that this would be fun. It wasn't. Hearing him talk, sure, but the misery of not being able to touch myself... I just hoped that this was worth it. Just the thought of his hard-on being anywhere near me made my mind and body go crazy. I shifted in my place once again but didn't find any relief. 'Stop fidgeting,' he ordered, which made me roll my eyes at him. It wasn't that easy to stay still. 'I'm pretty sure I've already warned you about rolling your eyes at me.'

Uh-oh. He had warned me before about that.

'I need to–'

Looks like cutting into my words was a habit of Nick in dominant mode.

'You don't need to. You just desperately want to,' he replied. 'If you ever roll your eyes at me again, I'll punish you, do you understand?' Nick asked, his voice free of any playfulness this time. I believed him. Also, part of me wanted to push him for some reason.

'Yes, Sir,' I replied, intentionally calling him that. My words clearly stroke a nerve, it seemed like Nick forgot to breath for a second. He straightened up and rubbed his palms together. In this pose I could see his chest even better, and also the top of his underwear band.

'I'd slap your ass so hard that it would instantly turn red.' I had a feeling that this wasn't just a part of his fantasy, but also his desire to do right now. 'It'd be a pleasure hearing you moan, maybe even scream.' He knew what he was doing, so when I took in a sharp breath, he looked at me with satisfaction in his darkening eyes. 'Then I'd take your nipple in my mouth and suck it hard, probably bite it too.'

You see, I've stated that I wasn't a boobs girl. That I wasn't that aroused when someone touched my boobs. Just the thought of Nick taking my nipple in his pink mouth and doing things to it made me take that statement back. I felt like whatever Nick wanted to do to me, my body would want it.

'Put a hand on your breast,' he commanded and I instantly did it, placing my left hand on my boob. 'Now pinch it. Hard.' I obliged, moaning right away. He liked that, the smirk playing on his face told me. My nipple was sensitive and hard, even through the bra. 'You can leave that hand there.'

How nice of him. I was burning up with desire, wetness pooling between my legs. I felt like I could come the moment he let me touch myself. This was so hot, so extremely hot. I was pretty sure this wasn't only affecting me, but Nick too, there was no way he wasn't rock hard by now, even if he had greater self-control than I did.

'I'd grip your ass hard,' he returned to the fantasy. Imagining his fingers on my ass was a turn-on I've never expected. 'And then, I'd make you kneel.'

Just like that, I couldn't stop another moan leaving my mouth. I knew he was doing this on purpose. He wasn't going let me touch myself until we weren't at the point in the fantasy where he would touch me there. He was postponing that moment just to torture me.

The mere thought of being on my knees in front of him made me close my eyes and imagine it. My face that close to his groin, that I could see the outline of his manhood in its entirety. I could touch him, taste him, try to regain some of the control I've so freely given him.

'Eyes on me, Milla,' he said, making me open my eyes and return my glance to his. I was breathing heavily, and I could see his chest rapidly rising and falling too. 'Now, you said you were a giving type of girl,' Nick stated, recalling our last fantasy talk.

'I am,' I nodded, my voice much hoarser than I would've imagined. Nick just nodded.

'First I'd let you explore. Taste me, maybe I'd even let you touch me,' he said, mainly to himself. 'Then, after a while I'd take back the control and fuck your pouty little mouth. Hard. I'd make you swallow my cock completely and not let you move until you have no air left.'

'I want to see you,' I blurted out pleadingly, which made him chuckle deeply. He was going to be mean, I could tell. This whole thing was making me feel even hotter and hotter. Imagining giving a blowjob to Nick was driving me wild.

'Not tonight. Good things take time,' Nick said, clearly satisfied with my reaction.

'At least touch yourself, please,' I asked, almost begging, but I didn't care. If he still wouldn't let me touch myself, I wanted him to help himself at least. I wanted him to strike his shaft, to make himself feel good, or at least a little relieved.

Nick looked at me for a long minute, clearly weighing if he was going to listen to my words. Luckily for me, his desire won. He raised his right hand, and I could see him slipping it into his briefs. I could see the upward motions as he ran his hand slowly on his shaft a few times, making me a bit satisfied.

The sight was making my mouth go dry once again. Seeing him masturbating was not a thing I've never imagined seeing. He looked like an angel as he sighed in relief, biting his bottom lip. I wanted to touch him, to touch myself, to kiss him or do anything. This was really a torture.

'I'd pull you back up by your hair,' Nick continued, his voice sounding hoarser and full of bliss. I wanted that, I wanted to feel that. I ran my tongue on my lips when realizing, they were almost completely dry. 'Kiss you again, with my hand on your throat. Then,' I wanted him to say it. Wanted him to finally say it. 'I'd run a finger down.'

There was a pause and it was making me crazy. Nick knew it, he did it on purpose. He wasn't hurrying anything, as his hand was already slowly stroking his cock, making him much more collected that I was.

'First I would only touch you through the panties. Then, when I could already feel your wetness coating my fingers, only then would I take it off.' I'd probably already be so wet that my juices would be dripping down my legs, but I didn't want to correct him. 'Milla?'

'Hm?' I asked, so fixated on him, and what his hand was doing to his shaft that I even forgot to breathe. Even though I couldn't see it, I could imagine it from the movements and his rapid breathing.

'You may touch yourself now,' he said, finally granting permission to what I was longing for. 'Two fingers, on your clit,' Nick ordered. Who was I to resist? I slit two fingers into my panties and finally, after hours of longing, touched my most sensitive point. I couldn't stop the sigh leaving my mouth, which earned a chuckle from Nick. I didn't care. 'I want you to keep doing that, but you can't come. Do you understand?' he asked slowly.

'I can't come,' I said, whimpering. I was so sensitive that the second my fingers touched my clit, I could've come. I had no idea how I was going to do this any longer.

'I'd sip a finger into your tight little pussy,' Nick continued. I could see that he was starting to lose his composure, so he's slowed his hand down on his cock. 'Then another. Then I'd raise my fingers to my mouth and taste you.' I moaned so loudly, that I even surprised Nick. The friction against my clit has eased the tension in my stomach a bit, but the desire to come put me into another kind of misery. 'I'd throw you on the bed and part your legs. I'd kneel on the bed, my face would be in level with your pussy, but I wouldn't kiss you there just yet.'

I groaned again. He was an ass.

'First I'd mark your thighs. Lick them, bite them, love them.' Of course, he'd want to mark his territory down there as well. 'I'd make you whimper, beg for me to kiss your pussy and only then would I do it. I'd play with your clit for a while, work you up completely, but wouldn't let you come.'

'Nick, please,' I didn't even say anything else. My fingers on my clit, the slight of him, the fantasy on my mind... The sensations were too much to handle. I wanted to come desperately.

'Yeah, you'd beg exactly like that,' he smirked, satisfied with himself. 'How close are you exactly?'

'Please, I need to come,' I whimpered. I was a mess, but I didn't care. The only goal I could see was the long-awaited orgasm.

'I think you can wait a little bit,' Nick said, continuing to run his hand on his cock. I wanted to see him do it, I wanted to see his manhood. I hated that he wouldn't let me. 'When I'd finally enter you,' he continued, his voice almost completely hoarse now. He was getting close, I could tell and I've never seen anything sexier than his face as he was still in control of every word, even though the sensations were affecting him very much. 'At first I'd be slow. I'd make sure you can feel every inch of me inside of you. You feel how I'm filling you up perfectly.'

I felt drunk on him. The miles between us didn't matter, I was clinging onto every word. I wasn't able to turn my eyes away from his pretty face, he mesmerized me completely. If I had any composure left I would've asked how many inches exactly was every inch. I wanted to know the answer so bad, even though I didn't know by heart how many centimeters were there in an inch. Americans...

'When I'd start to move, I imagine you'd go crazy, whimpering under me. You'd want to touch me, but I'd hold your hands above your head, so it'd make you even crazier,' he said, licking his lip as he started to go faster with his hand. His upper arm muscle was tense and I felt like I was going to explode, so I stopped moving my fingers. 'Keep playing with your clit,' Nick said, instantly noticing my lack of movement. I moaned.

'I can't. I need to come,' I whimpered. I've never felt like this, so on edge, so close. My body felt confused from the denied orgasm.

'Soon,' he promised, his eyes glistering with authority, excitement and pleasure. 'When you're close to orgasming, I'd suddenly turn you over and thrust into you from behind.' The only thing that satisfied me was that it seemed like Nick was breathing harder by the minute as well. 'I'd start thrusting into you rapidly, yet deeply, so you'd scream my name,' he continued. My extremely sensitive clit felt like it couldn't take anymore, I was constantly whimpering and asking Nick for permission, which he ignored. 'Milla.' My name fell from his lips, making me try to concentrate on his eyes for a moment and not on the hotness in the pit of my stomach.

'Nick?' I moaned.

'You may come now. Come with me,' he said and it was like my body instantly let go. 'When we'd come, I'd feel your pussy contracting against me, which would send me over the edge. I'd come in you, fill you up with my come,' he continued, even dirtier, and his words were more than enough to make me orgasm. I've never felt such sensations in my life, never have I ever had an orgasm so hard. I'm pretty sure I was loud, moaning Nick's name again and again.

And by the time I was able to concentrate on him, he was grunting deeply, his arm moving much faster than before on his shaft. I looked into his eyes the moment before he came undone, and I've never seen anything so beautiful and pure before. Some of his come was dripping down on his toned chest, he was groaning with closed eyes. He looked like an angel.

For minutes, only our constant panting could be heard. My wetness was dripping down my legs, but suddenly I felt so tired that I didn't find it in me to clean myself up, I didn't even feel able to move. Nick was more vigilant, I watched him clean his mess up from his chest before laying back in the armchair, his breathing slowly calming down.

'Wow, maybe I should use Tinder more,' I chuckled, and Nick joined in, still trying to calm his breathing.

When I came to my senses, my mind instantly started racing. What was this? What have we just done? This was probably the most intense sexual experience of my life, and we weren't even on the same continent. He was making me crazy, doing things to my body when he was thousands of miles away. This wasn't normal...

I wanted to ask Nick what we were doing. Yet, the moment I really looked into his tired eyes, I wanted nothing more than for him just to go to sleep and have some rest.

'Go to bed, Nick,' I said, not even wanting to think about 'bed' meaning another woman, meaning his wife. He looked like he wanted to oppose, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I spoke up. 'C'mon, you need your beauty sleep.'

Truth is, I was extremely scared to talk about this thing that was happening between us, and I didn't think that post-sex bliss was the time to do it.

'We'll talk tomorrow?' he asked, his voice still a bit hoarse and I could almost hear some doubts in it.

'Of course,' I said.

'Good,' he answered with a soft smile on his face. 'You're so beautiful when you come undone.' It was the last thing he's said before disconnecting the call.

I couldn't help but laugh, even if I was alone. I've just had FaceTime sex with Nick Jonas. The world was really turning upside down thanks to this virus.

A/N: Hi guys,

I guess now, after 6 chapters you have a feeling of what this story is going to be like. Do you like it? What's your opinion? Could you please give me some feedback, so I know I'm not the only one enjoying this story? :)

Take care,

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HIDDEN SECRET- THE BOYZ SANGYEON SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER VI. LAST CHANCE - RATED M

NOTE: FOR CHAPTERS WITH “R” MEANS RATED/HAVE SMUT SCENES

WARNING: VERY DETAILED SMUT SCENE!

CHAPTERS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4-R / 5-R / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10-R / 11-FINAL-R

NEXT DAY... 

It was a normal day for Y/N working in the hotel but still she misses Sangyeon’s call in the office and accommodating him in the hotel for the whole day. 

“Y/N, we know that you miss him! Some day you will meet him again!” Jacob said. 

“You’re right Jacob! But for now, he should focus on fixing his issue so, that his name will be clear.” Y/N said 

“We know that Sangyeon is a strong person and can overcome it.” Kevin said and Y/N smiled at them. Then someone sent a text message to her and it was Sangyeon. 

THEIR CONVERSATION... 

Sangyeon: Good morning Y/N! You missed me, right? 

Y/N: Of course! I remember that every minute you have lots of request to me! How’s dealing with your issue? 

Sangyeon: I am still coordinating to someone who can help me to clear my name and it seems for now it will be hard for me to go everywhere now because reporters might see me. 

Y/N: Oh! It means you will be busy in the next few months? 

Sangyeon: Yes! So, expect I might not call or send you a text message in the next few months. 

Y/N: It’s ok Sangyeon! I understand and it seems you still have many things you should undergo dealing with your issue. 

Sangyeon: Thank you very much for your understanding Y/N! But tell me you also missed the other things I did to you, Am I right? 

Y/N: Are you really going to ask me that, right now? But yes! I missed it also. 

Sangyeon: Should we meet secretly? Because this will be your last chance to be with me and I might not really see you and I might not have communication with you for the next few months. 

“OMG! I didn’t see that coming from him!” Y/N thought. 

Y/N: Ok! Fine Sangyeon! Where should we meet? 

Sangyeon: Juyeon will pick you up and you will know where we will meet. 

Y/N: Ok! Sangyeon! I am free tomorrow because it’s my rest day. 

Sangyeon: Ok good I will tell Juyeon later! I bet I disturb you now because you are working now. 

Y/N: Don’t worry we don’t have much guests as of the moment. But if you have other things to do you can go now and someone might saw our text messages to each other. 

Sangyeon: ok! See you tomorrow Y/N! Have a nice day! 

Y/N: See you tomorrow! Have a nice day too Sangyeon! 

END OF CONVERSATION. 

“OMG! I will meet him tomorrow! “Y/N thought and tries to calm herself down. 

“Hey Y/N! Why are you like that? Did Sangyeon send you a text message” Younghoon asked. 

“Yup! I am just really happy that we still have communication.” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“Aww! How sweet Sangyeon is!” Jinhee said and she teased Y/N and she blushed and they laughed. Then as time goes by, it was their lunch break. 

IN THE CONDO UNIT... 

“Juyeon can you pick-up Y/N in her apartment tomorrow? I want to see her and can she stay here just until dinner? so that she can join us for dinner?” Sangyeon asked. 

“Sure! Since I have no clients to train tomorrow.” Juyeon said. 

“Don’t tell me Sangyeon, you will also have sex with her tomorrow?” Hyunjae said and Juyeon laughed and he became quiet. 

“I knew it! You can do it to her. But you can use that room *points to a door*” Hyunjae said. 

“Why? What is different with that room?” Sangyeon asked. 

“That is a soundproof room and don’t worry it has a bed too, Sangyeon.” Hyunjae said. 

“Wow! I didn’t know that you have that kind of room. Who used that room?” Sangyeon said. 

“Me! Because sometimes I have to concentrate on doing yoga.” Hyunjae said. 

“Oh! I thought you are bringing girls there, Hyunjae.” Sangyeon said as he teased him and Juyeon laughed too. 

“Yah! I am not that kind of person Sangyeon! I would rather bring my one and only girlfriend here than bring just a random girl.” Hyunjae said and they laughed more. 

“Sangyeon, Hyunjae is telling the truth and this will be his first time to let use that room to others and you will be the first one will be able to use that room for other purposes.” Juyeon said and he laughed. 

“Oh! I am sorry about that Hyunjae! We will definitely use it tomorrow and I will clean it! Don't worry!” Sangyeon said. 

“Ok! That’s good Sangyeon! “ Hyunjae said and they still laughing. Then Hyunjae and Juyeon left Sangyeon in the condo unit.

IN THE OFFICE... 

 While they are still working, someone went to the desk and it was Hyunjae. 

“Oh! Good afternoon Hyunjae! What brings you here?” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“Do you have time now? I just want to talk with you and I will treat you in a coffee shop near here.” Hyunjae asked and smiled at her. 

“I will ask first Kevin, our manager.” Y/N said and when she was about to go Kevin’s office... 

“It’s ok Y/N! I bet it will be serious matter and you can have early out too.” Kevin said and winked at her. 

“Are you sure about that? But he just wanted to talk to me and I can come back here.” Y/N said. 

“It’s really ok Y/N! Just take your time with him since he’s also Mr. Lee’s friend.” Kevin said and smiled at her. 

“Ok! If you said so Kevin. Hyunjae wait for me ok?” Y/N said and smiled at him and Hyunjae nodded. 

“Thanks, Kevin for allowing her to talk to me but you don’t need to let her have an early out in work.” Hyunjae said. 

“Y/N deserves to have some rest too that’s why I allowed her have early out today.” Kevin said and when Jinhee saw that Y/N carried her things... 

“Y/N, where are you going?” Jinhee asked. 

“Our shift hasn’t ended yet, where are you going Y/N?” Jacob asked. 

“Guys one of Sangyeon’s friend, Hyunjae wants to talk to me now and Kevin let me have an early out.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! But you will go home after talking to Hyunjae, right?” Jinhee said. 

“Yes! Don’t worry I will go home Jinhee. I have to go guys!” Y/N said. 

“Ok! Take care Y/N! Bye!” They said to Y/N and she left them. 

“I have to go Kevin. Thanks!” Y/N said. 

“No problem! You should rest too! Also, Hyunjae drive safely her going home later!” Kevin said. 

“Don’t worry Kevin I will drive safely later.” Hyunjae said and smiled at him and Y/N left with him and then while they are going to a coffee shop... 

“It seems your manager is really nice.” Hyunjae said. 

“You know, that was the only first time he wants me to have an early out.” Y/N said and he laughs.

“Is it because you were the one who accommodated Sangyeon when he stayed in the hotel?”Hyunjae said. 

“I think so! Because they all know I am really a fan of him and they are letting me to do things so that I will be with him.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! They are really supportive to you huh?” Hyunjae said and smiled at her. 

“Yup! They really are supportive especially my friend Jinhee.” Y/N said and smiled back at him.Then as they reached in a coffee shop and... 

“Choose your favorite dessert Y/N. Don’t choose me ok? I don’t have anything to show you right now and I will be the one who will pay it.” Hyunjae said and winked at her as she made a joke to her. 

“He really does know how to flirt! Huh?” Y/N thought and she just laughs at him. 

“You are really good at jokes huh? I would rather choose a double chocolate cake than you.” Y/N said and Hyunjae pouted and she laughed. 

“I will just search a spot for us.” Y/N said and Hyunjae nodded and then when she is waiting for Hyunjae, she is just scrolling her phone and few minutes Hyunjae went to the table and... 

“Here’s your dessert Y/N.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her. 

“Thanks, Hyunjae! By the way, what do you want to talk about?” Y/N asked. 

“I know that you really like Sangyeon because you are his fan and I want to tell you that I have feelings to you” Hyunjae said and she was shocked. 

“I didn’t expect you will confess to me Hyunjae.” Y/N said. 

“Don’t worry, I know you will choose Sangyeon over me. I am just worried to you that you might get hurt in terms of your feelings when you know that what Sangyeon is doing to you especially you also know what set-up you are in with him.” Hyunjae said. 

“I understand your intention and thanks for your concern to me, Hyunjae! But don’t worry about me because even though it’s sad to think that we are just in friends with benefits set-up I understand that it will be hard for him to date now and he don’t want another person will be affected because of his issue.” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“Ok! Just tell me if you have problems ok? Then I will help you.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her. 

“Don’t worry! We are now close friends Hyunjae! “Y/N said and smiled back to him and it was time for them to go home and while Hyunjae is driving her home. 

“You will meet Sangyeon tomorrow, right?” Hyunjae asked. 

“Yup! He told me that Juyeon will pick me up tomorrow and he didn’t tell me where we will meet. Do you have any idea?” Y/N said. 

“I don’t have any idea Y/N, I just heard that Juyeon will pick you up.” Hyunjae said as he didn’t tell that it was actually in their condo unit. 

“Oh! Ok! I bet I should just know everything tomorrow.” Y/N said and as they reached the apartment... 

“Thank you so much Hyunjae for driving me again home! Good night and take care!” Y/N said and smiled at him 

“No problem Y/N! Take care and good night!”Hyunjae said and smiled back to him and he left and Y/N went in her apartment and Jinhee approached. 

“How’s the conversation with Hyunjae?” Jinhee asked. 

“It’s great! But I didn’t expect that he likes me.” Y/N said. 

“OMO! He just confessed to you today?” Jinhee said. 

“Yup! But he knows that I will still choose Sangyeon and he was just concerned about my feelings about having just a friends with benefits relationship with Sangyeon because he thinks I might get hurt in terms of my feelings towards the set-up.” Y/N said. 

“Wow! Hyunjae is really concerned to you.”Jinhee said. 

“I am happy he is a good and concerned friend to me“ Y/N said and smiled at her. 

“By the way, do you have any plans tomorrow?” Jinhee asked. 

“Yup! I will meet Sangyeon tomorrow.” Y/N said. 

“Where are you going to meet him?” Jinhee said. 

“I don’t know he told me that Juyeon will pick me up and drive me where we will meet.” Y/N said. 

“Don’t tell me you will have some sex session again with him.”Jinhee said and Y/N can’t control her laughter. 

“Wow! You are unbelievable Y/N! Fine! It seems you are really comfortable to him.” Jinhee said. 

“This is will be my last chance to Sangyeon because we might not have communications after few months because he will be very busy because of the issue he has to fix.” Y/N said. 

“Ok! I get it Y/N! Have fun tomorrow with him, Y/N! I will go with Jacob and Younghoon going for a trip but don’t worry it will not be an overnight trip. I will go home too.” Jinhee said. 

Oh! Ok! Have fun tomorrow too with Jacob and Younghoon! Also, don’t worry I will go home after having dinner with Sangyeon.” Y/N said. 

“Are you really sure about that? I might wait you again for a long time and Sangyeon will answer the phone that you are not going home.” Jinhee said. 

“Trust me Jinhee! I will go home tomorrow after having dinner with him.” Y/N said. 

“Ok! Ok! We should sleep now! Good night Y/N!” Jinhee said. 

“Ok! Good night too Jinhee!” Y/N said and they both went to sleep. 

WHILE IN THE CONDO UNIT... 

When Hyunjae just got home... 

“Where did you go Hyunjae?” Sangyeon asked. 

“I meet with Y/N while she’s in work.” Hyunjae said. 

“Oh! Why did you meet her?” Sangyeon asked. 

“I just talked to her and their manager, Kevin let Y/N have an early out and after we talked to a coffee shop, I drive her home.” Hyunjae said. 

“What did you talk about with her?” Sangyeon asked. 

“I am was just concerned to her and I confessed my feelings to her.” Hyunjae said. 

“What? You told her that you like her?” Sangyeon asked. 

“Yes! Why do you ask? It seems you are bothered by it. “ Hyunjae said and looked at him. 

“No Hyunjae! I am just kind a shocked because you just confessed your feelings to her, right away.” Sangyeon asked. 

“Don’t worry, I know that I will never win her heart over you. Okay? But if you are really not interested to her, I will try to win her heart” Hyunjae said and looked at him again. 

“Ok! I don’t mind since our set-up is only friends with benefits.” Sangyeon said and Hyunjae laughed. 

“I am just joking Sangyeon! I don’t want Y/N to be bothered by me since we are also friends.” Hyunjae said and Sangyeon just laughed. Then after their conversation, they just went to sleep since Sangyeon will meet Y/N tomorrow. 

NEXT DAY... 

Jinhee was the first one who left the apartment because their trip with Younghoon and Jacob are really early and Y/N waited Juyeon to pick her up in the apartment and that time Juyeon was outside and Y/N went to his car and... 

“Where are we going Juyeon?” Y/N asked. 

“Just wait and see Y/N. Since Sangyeon is waiting for you there.” Juyeon said and smiled at her. 

“Ok! I will just wait until we go there. Don’t you have any clients to train today?” Y/N said and smiled back. 

“I have no training schedules when it’s weekend. Hyunjae is the one who has a schedule during the weekend but as far as I remember he has 3 clients to train and he just went home.” Juyeon said. 

“Oh! I see! At least all of you have some time for vacation.” Y/N said. 

“Yup! Sometimes Sangyeon is not joining us whenever we have a trip because he has many clients to train and can’t find time to have at least his own vacation.” Juyeon said. 

“Wow! Sangyeon’s popularity is really no joke.” Y/N said. 

“Yup! I think he had some time now to rest ever since the issue was broke out because some of his clients cancel or didn’t want to continue his training with him.” Juyeon said. 

“That’s so sad to hear that Juyeon. Why would they immediately believe in such issue where he didn’t really do it!” Y/N said. 

“I don’t know Y/N, but you know there are people are really like that.” Juyeon said. 

You’re right! But I bet he will overcome it! I believe in Sangyeon.” Y/N said and they smiled to each other and they reached their destination. Then they went inside the building and as they reached a condo unit. Y/N is surprised because the one who opened the condo unit is Juyeon and... 

“Y/N, this is our condo unit and I bet Sangyeon is now waiting for you. I will get going now and I will meet someone today. You two have fun!” Juyeon said and Y/N nodded and smiled at him and Juyeon left. 

“Wow! Hyunjae and Juyeon’s condo unit is big and spacious.” Y/N thought. 

“Good morning Y/N! Have breakfast first I prepared breakfast for you!” Sangyeon said and smiled at her and she followed him in the dining room and she saw many dishes that was cooked by him. 

“Wow! You really cooked many dishes huh?” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“Of course! You should be energized because you might be tired later.” Sangyeon said and winked at her. 

“Ok! I get it Sangyeon!” Y/N said and laughed at him and then while they are having breakfast... 

“I didn’t expect that you wanted to meet me here in Hyunjae and Juyeon’s condo unit.” Y/N said. 

“I don’t have any other ideas where we can meet because someone might see us too.” Sangyeon said. 

“You have a point Sangyeon and their condo unit is really big!” Y/N said and he laughed at her reaction. Then after eating all the dishes... 

“The dishes you cooked for me are really delicious!” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“Like me, Y/N?” Sangyeon said and looked at her. 

“Wow! You are teasing me again!” Y/N said and he laughed to her again. 

“I thought you missed me Y/N?” Sangyeon asked and looked at her intensely. 

“OMG! His eyes are getting darker now!” Y/N thought. 

“Yes! I really missed you Sangyeon!” Y/N said and he suddenly kissed her lips and she let him dominate the kiss and then they pulled out from the kiss and Sangyeon guided to her a room where Hyunjae suggested they can do their deed. 

“Whose room is this?” Y/N said. 

“It’s Hyunjae’s quiet room and he let me use this room because this room is soundproof.” Sangyeon said and then he helped Y/N to remove her clothes and he pushes her in the bed and kissed her neck and then suddenly he tied Y/N’s hands in the headboard. 

“OMG! He just tied me in this bed! Good luck to me!” Y/N thought. 

“You look more delicious Y/N! “ Sangyeon said and he looked at her with lust and licks his lips and he continued to kiss her neck and made some hickeys and she just moans and then he sucks and licks her breast and he massages the other breast. 

“UGH! AH! SANGYEON! UGH!” Y/N moaned and then he proceeds to her another breast and after giving attention to her breast he just went straight to her clit and he immediately sucks her clit roughly and... 

“SHIT! SANGYEON MORE! LIKE THAT!” Y/N screamed as she struggled of being tied up in the bed. 

“Keep screaming my name Y/N! You will never be heard outside!” Sangyeon said and then he continues to eat her out and she keeps moaning and without warning she cum in his mouth. 

“What a delicious dessert I have now!” Sangyeon said and smirked at her and he removes his clothes and he put a condom to his cock. 

“GOSH! Sangyeon is really hot and sexy! I will never get enough of his body.” Y/N thought. 

“For the last time Y/N, this body will be yours.” Sangyeon said and then he inserted his cock to her and he thrusts it to her in a fast and hard pace. 

“FUCK! I CAN’T GET ENOUGH YOU Y/N! I MISSED THIS SO MUCH! UGH! AH! YES!” Sangyeon moaned. 

“UGH! AH! AH! MORE! MORE! SANGYEON! “Y/N screamed and his thrusts became hard and rough. 

“SHIT! RIGHT THERE SANGYEON! SO GOOD! UGH! AH! YES!” Y/N screamed when he hits her g-spot and he still have an amazing stamina and he has stable pace that made Y/N screamed over and over again. 

“UGH! I WILL CUM SANGYEON! OH GOSH!” Y/N screamed. 

“ME TOO! YOU CAN CUM ANYTIME! FUCK SHIT! UGH! AH!” Sangyeon said and then few thrusts, they cum and then he pulls-out his cock and he untied her and he kissed her again and after their kiss... 

“You want to try other position?” Sangyeon said and winked at her and she nodded. 

“This is will be my first time to try other sex positions! Good luck to me again!” Y/N thought and... 

“Y/N ride me!” Sangyeon said and she obeyed him and he helped Y/N to insert his cock in to her fully and... 

“OMG! FUCK! YOU ARE SO BIG! UGH!” Y/N moaned and she tries to ride him in a fast pace and because of the overwhelming pleasure she feels, her legs almost give up and then Sangyeon decided to thrust his cock to her upwards in a rough pace. 

“OH SHIT! SANGYEON! RIGHT THERE! FUCK! “Y/N screamed again and tries again to ride him and “FEELING YOU LIKE THIS Y/N DEEPER TO YOU! THIS IS MORE I LIKE IT FUCK! UGH! AH YES!” Sangyeon moaned and Y/N’s legs gave up and Sangyeon just let Y/N collapsed on top of him and still thrusting his cock to her and... 

“SHIT! SANGYEON! I AM CUMMING AGAIN! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS!” Y/N moaned while her face is leaning in his neck and... 

“ME TOO Y/N! UGH! AH! AH! YES!” Sangyeon moaned and they cum and then Sangyeon pulls-out his cock first and throws the used condom and lays Y/N beside her and he see that Y/N is now asleep. 

“It seems you are really tired Y/N. Well I think we should just really nap for now.” Sangyeon thought and smiled at a sleeping Y/N and he kissed her lips and forehead. Then they have a nap inside Hyunjae’s quiet room. While Jinhee is having a trip with Jacob and Younghoon…

“Why Y/N didn’t join us today? It was the first time she didn’t join us.” Younghoon asked. 

“Sangyeon wants to meet her so, Y/N went to meet him.” Jinhee said. 

“Why? Did Sangyeon missed Y/N?” Jacob asked. 

“Maybe, also they might not have communication while he is fixing the issue he had.” Jinhee said. 

“Oh! Because Sangyeon will undergo some investigations and other things to clear his name.” Younghoon said. 

“I bet they will really take advantage the time today to spend some time with each other. I am happy that she became close friend with her favorite personal trainer.” Jacob said and smiled at them and they continue their trip. Hyunjae and Juyeon decided to meet after they trained their clients. 

“You think Juyeon, they are still doing something in the condo unit?” Hyunjae asked. 

“I don’t know! We can just go home before dinner. I think Y/N will just stay until after dinner.” Juyeon said. 

“I think so too, because it will be uncomfortable for her to stay for the night.” Hyunjae said. 

“Well, you have a point Hyunjae and also, Sangyeon will still coordinate to someone so that he can he clear his name.” Juyeon said. 

“I think after Y/N meet him, Sangyeon will be really busy and they might not have communication.” Hyunjae said. 

“You’re right Hyunjae! Y/N will be really sad.” Juyeon said. 

“We can help her sometimes Juyeon while Sangyeon is busy.” Hyunjae said. 

“That’s a good idea Hyunjae! “ Juyeon said and smiled at him.  

“Let’s go home! I hope they are not doing something we shouldn’t witness.” Hyunjae said and they laughed. Then they left the café and decided to go home. It was almost evening Y/N and Sangyeon watched some movies and variety shows in the living room and then that time Hyunjae and Juyeon went in the condo unit. 

“Hyunjae, I think we have a good timing they are now watching television now.” Juyeon said and they both went to the living room and... 

“Good evening Hyunjae and Juyeon!” Y/N said and smiled at them. 

“Good evening Y/N and Sangyeon! It seems Y/N really had fun huh?” Juyeon said and Hyunjae saw some hickeys on her neck and they smirk. Then Y/N realized that they both looking at her neck and she covered it. 

“Yah! You two have really sharp eyes! Don’t look at me like that!” Y/N said and they laughed. 

“Don’t make Y/N uncomfortable! Let’s just go eat some dinner now.” Sangyeon said then they all went to the dining room and they started to eat some dinner. 

“Sangyeon, did you use my quiet room really well?” Hyunjae said and Juyeon laughed and Y/N blushed. 

“Yup! Don’t worry I cleaned your quiet room. Thanks for letting me use it.” Sangyeon said. 

“No problem Sangyeon! I just didn’t expect you will use it for some other purposes.” Hyunjae said and they just laughed. 

“Can you stop teasing us!” Y/N said and pouted and Sangyeon laughed at her. 

“OMO! Y/N is so cute! I am sorry I can’t help it because this is my first time to let use that room to others.” Hyunjae said. 

“Oh! I see! I also didn’t expect that the meeting place will be here in your condo unit. But I understand because there were no places for us to meet now.” Y/N said. 

“You’re right Y/N! It will be hard to meet in other places because you didn’t know that they might capture a picture at us.” Sangyeon said. Then after having a dinner... 

“Thank you Sangyeon for this day! I will never forget this day too!” Y/N said. 

“No problem Y/N! It’s sad to say that this will be our last day to see each other because you know that I will be busy in clearing my name for the next few months and we might not have communication too. Also, I am glad I met you Y/N and I hope you will continue to be my huge fan even though it will be a long time for us not to meet and have communication again. If ever I don’t remember you, you can show the scarf I gave to you so that I will remember you. Ok? Hyunjae will drive you home.” Sangyeon said. 

“Yes! Don’t worry I will continue to be your huge fan and your close friend. Thanks for everything you did to me! “Y/N said and smiled to him and he suddenly kissed her in front of Hyunjae and Juyeon. 

“Wow! Sangyeon is really unbelievable!” Hyunjae thought and smirked. 

“Sangyeon I think you forgot that we are here!” Juyeon said and Sangyeon pulled-out from the kiss and didn’t mind Juyeon’s words and... 

“Goodbye Y/N! Until we see each other again!” Sangyeon said and smiled at her. 

“Goodbye Sangyeon! I will never forget you! “Y/N said and when Sangyeon was about to kiss her again, Hyunjae blocked him. 

“Yah! You kissed her many times already and Y/N should go home now! You already tell your goodbyes to each other.” Hyunjae said and they laughed. 

“Oh! You’re right Hyunjae! I am sorry! Take care and good night Y/N!” Sangyeon said. 

“Take care and good night too Sangyeon! Goodbye! I should go home now!” Y/N said and they waved goodbye to her. Then Hyunjae drive her home and while she is in Hyunjae’s car she is quiet. 

“Y/N I know you are sad now, but don’t worry me and Juyeon will help you update about him. I will give you my number and you give me your number so, that we can have communication.” Hyunjae said and he gave the mobile phone to her.  “Oh! Thanks, Hyunjae!” Y/N said and then she saved her number to his mobile phone and she save the number of Hyunjae and Juyeon to her phone. 

“Good! Since we are the ones who is always with him, we will update you and sometimes we can see each other too.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her. 

“Ok! Thank you very much Hyunjae!” Y/N said and smiled back to him. Then when they reached her apartment. 

“Hyunjae Thank you so much for being such a good friend to me and also for Juyeon too! I will definitely contact you or Juyeon to have some updates if everything goes well about Sangyeon. I have to go now! Good night and drive safely Hyunjae!” Y/N said and smiled at him. 

“No problem Y/N! Thanks! Good night and take care!” Hyunjae said and smiled back to her and then Hyunjae left and as she went in the apartment, she didn’t expect that Younghoon and Jacob is inside their apartment and the two men were shocked when they saw something to her and she looked at the mirror she forgot to cover her neck again. 

“OMG! They will know now between us! “Y/N thought and blushed. 

“Yah! Stop looking at me like that Younghoon and Jacob.” Y/N said. 

“Guys! Don't stare it too much!” Jinhee said. 

“Jinhee you know about them too?” Younghoon asked. 

“Yes! I just let them be and I don’t want to interfere with her life and it seems she is also having fun.” Jinhee said. 

“Y/N we are sorry because we are just shocked to see you like that.” Jacob said. 

“Explain to them Y/N, you can’t deny it now because it has a clear evidence.” Jinhee said and she sighed. 

“Sangyeon and I are in a friends with benefits set-up.” Y/N said and she didn’t look at them and Younghoon and Jacob was just really shock at Y/N’s revelation. 

“What? When did it started your friends with benefits relationship with Sangyeon?” Younghoon asked. 

“It started when it was his last day staying in the hotel.” Y/N said. 

“Wait! Does it mean that when you slept in Sangyeon’s room, you already did it with him?” Jacob asked and Y/N nodded. 

“OMG! We didn’t expect that Y/N! I know you are a fan of him but this was beyond our imagination.” Younghoon said. 

“Younghoon and Jacob just let them be ok? Y/N is happy to be with him.” Jinhee said. 

“Honestly, I met him today and of course, we also did it too but when I was about to leave, I know that we might have no communication anymore after our meet-up today because he will be busy to fix things and clear his name about the accusation to him. Don’t worry guys! I understand him.” Y/N said. 

“You have a point Y/N! You might see him one day again!” Jacob said and Y/N nodded. Then it was time for Younghoon and Jacob to go home. 

“I forgot Younghoon and Jacob, please don’t ever tell it to Kevin ok? He might scold me and this is a big secret that shouldn’t be reveal to others.” Y/N said. 

“No worries! We will never tell Kevin about you and Sangyeon.” Younghoon said. 

“Ok! Thanks, Younghoon and Jacob! Good night and drive safely the two of you!” Y/N said and then Jinhee waved good bye to them and they wave back to them. 

“What’s now your plan Y/N?” Jinhee asked. 

“I can just contact Hyunjae or Juyeon to update me about Sangyeon.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! I am happy that Hyunjae and Juyeon will help you while Sangyeon is busy.” Jinhee said. 

“Me too! I am glad I met them.” Y/N said. After their conversation they went to sleep and in the next day they had their friendship bonding. 

FAST FORWARD.... 

After 1 year, Y/N is still a fan of Sangyeon and Hyunjae keeps updating her and sometimes they see each other. Then one day, it was Jinhee and Y/N’s rest day and they watched the television and it was his issue and it says that Sangyeon is already cleared and there has been no evidence that was able to shown by the complainant and the woman who accused of him admitted that she was just obsessed to him.  

“OMG! Sangyeon finally cleared his name for a long time!” Y/N said. 

“Does it mean you can see him again?” Jinhee said. 

“I don’t know Jinhee! I will ask Hyunjae” Y/N said. Then she called Hyunjae. 

THEIR CONVERSATION... 

Hyunjae: Good morning Y/N! I think you already heard the news about Sangyeon. 

Y/N: Yup! He already cleared his name now! Is he busy now? 

Hyunjae: Yes! He is really busy now because many clients decided to continue their contract to him. 

Y/N: Oh! So, meaning I will not be able to see him for now? 

Hyunjae: I am sadly to say this Y/N. But yes, it will be hard for you to see him now. 

Y/N: It’s ok Hyunjae, I understand. 

Hyunjae: But I think you will still have a chance for you to see him if you will wait for Sangyeon’s announcement. 

Y/N: Can you tell me what is he going to announce or tell everyone? 

Hyunjae: I will not tell you now Y/N! Just wait for it ok? I think it will be a big opportunity for you to see him. 

Y/N: You are making me nervous Hyunjae! Why don’t you just tell me! 

Hyunjae: *laughs in the phone* Just be patient Y/N! I think he will announce it today or tomorrow since he is now clear from the controversy. 

Y/N: Fine!  Hyunjae! I will just wait for it!  

Hyunjae: *still laughing in the phone* Ok! ok! I have to go Y/N I still have clients to train today! Take care and have a nice day! 

Y/N: ok! Take care and have a nice day too Hyunjae! 

END OF CONVERSATION. 

“I wonder what will be his announcement?” Y/N thought. Then her supportive friends Younghoon, Jacob and Kevin send messages to her that they are happy that he already cleared his name and many asked her if she will be able to see him but she told them that for now it will be hard to see him in person and they understood Y/N’s words since Sangyeon is gaining popularity again after clearing his name. 

[ramblinganthropologist]

Aftershock

Summary: Joker finds it hard to adjust to a new Normandy, and it’s not just because of the leather seats. What the fuck do you even say to the guy you got killed because you wouldn’t abandon ship?

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Alright. He had this.

Joker was doing his best not to fidget as he sat there, waiting. On the other side of the door, he could hear the conversation. His new boss was introducing the newest member of the team to what they had been working on while he was out. For most people, that was normal.

Problem was, his boss was the Illusive Man and the other guy in the room had died two years ago.

Honestly, he still couldn't believe it. Even when the man had come to him to swipe him from the Alliance, it sounded like a fantasy. After all, even the best scientists couldn't bring back the dead – fuck, they couldn't even fix his bones. The fact he was insisting that somehow he managed to...

It still hurt to think about. Joker had tried to avoid thinking about it over the last two years, but there was no denying the fact he had gotten the first human Spectre killed in his attempt to go down with the Normandy. It was impossible to – whenever he saw any of the old crew, it was there in their eyes.

Like he needed reminding.  Every time he closed his eyes he could still see the commander drifting further into space.  

Speaking of the commander... he could hear footsteps. Shepard had always been a light walker – he was pretty sure Chakwas had said he walked on his toes too damn much. Something about arthritis or something; maybe Cerberus reinforced his toe joints. That's what he would've done anyway if he was in charge of putting the man back together.

That, and maybe throwing a dick in. The commander deserved that much.

“The fuck is going on...”

A soft, Irish-accented voice sent a shiver up Joker's spine. It was a voice he would have never expected to hear again, at least not live. There were already a few Shepard VI's out there, but they never got the accent right. This one was right on the money.

He got to watch as the man of the hour entered the room, his back to him. Joker felt his heart stop, then restart at the sight of Shepard walking through the door like two years hadn't just passed.  He looked... whole. Alive. Not being sucked into the vacuum of space.

“Hey, Commander. Just like old times, huh?”

Joker's mouth worked before his brain did. It was a common affliction he was often used to dealing with. Honestly, he had wanted to at least, you know, apologize for getting the guy killed and all. That was going to have to wait for later, because the man of the hour turned to face him.

They'd fixed his eye.

“Joker?” Two blue eyes blinked – he probably wasn't used to seeing out of both. Couldn't exactly blame the guy if he was adjusting to double vision all over again. He looked weird without the scar cutting through the right side of his face.

Luckily, he had plenty of open wounds glowing bright fucking red to make up for it.

Joker's stomach flopped. Shepard's face had a long cut along his jaw and across his right eye. You could almost see under the skin, to the glowing implants that hadn't finished healing over just yet. Maybe a few more months under would have closed that up, but they hadn't had the time. Now they were just big gaping slices.

His weak knees shook, but he stayed firm as the commander walked through the door. At least he was still the same shrimpy height – came up to about his jaw in the heavy boots he wore. Joker braced for anything. Hell, he'd probably deserve getting biotic blasted into a wall at this point. Hopefully they had a medic on hand for all the bones he was about to break.

“Wasn't expecting to see you here.”

Shepard's eyes and voice were as calm as ever as they started walking, Joker just a half step behind. With the bigger guys – like their old XO – he'd be almost two. Shepard was slowing down for him probably, given they both dealt with the same issue of having to run after bigger people. He was a good guy that way.

“Look whose talking, I saw you get spaced.”

Open mouth, insert broken foot into shattered jaw. Joker regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. Immediately he braced for the biotics, or at least to be told to fuck off. Neither of those came. In the end, it wasn't this Shepard's style.

Instead, he offered an awkward grin that didn't quite reach his repaired eye. “Yeah... well, I got better. Mostly.”

His hand twitched towards the gaping open wound on his jaw, but stopped somewhere around his shoulder. Then it went back to his side, looping into the empty holster where a little red pistol should have been.

Last Joker had heard, his sister had that. It was one of the few things  they had found from the commander, and it had been in so many pieces it looked like somebody had smashed it with a hammer. Probably would've matched its owner now.

A lump formed in Joker's throat. “Look-”

“Hopefully the implants heal up. I really don't enjoy walking around like a living light display.” Another awkward grin. “Besides, I've been told red makes me look too ruddy. Think I could hack them to blue without breaking anything?”

Sometimes, it was hard to understand Shepard. Joker chalked it up to a biotic thing, or maybe it was brain damage from one of those N7 training missions. It was one of those moments where he just couldn't get what was going on under that mop of red hair.

He would've been mad. Shepard should have been ready to fucking kill him... he would've deserved it, after all.

“Just don't turn your pancreas off, it barely functions now.” He fell back on jokes as they started to walk towards the window. Their new ride was waiting for them – all it needed was a name. At least this helped him feel better, even as the guilt ate at his stomach.

“You think they would've replaced that.” Shepard shrugged his shoulders. “Anyway, you're supposed to show me something? I hope it's a new hamster cage, I need something small and furry in my life again.”

Leave it to the commander to fall back on his husbandry. Still, it allowed Joker to grin a little as he approached the window. Below them, the SR-2 slowly cruised into view. Thanks to the angle, the pilot got a perfect view of his CO's face. Both of Shepard's eyes widened as he braced against the glass as if he was seeing his lover at the spaceport again.

“It's good to be home, huh commander?”

Even through everything, Joker had to smile as they started their descent towards the docking bay. In a matter of hours, they would be in the air again. It would be like it was before... or at least that's what he hoped for as he limped behind his commanding officer.

But... he still couldn't shake the feeling in his stomach.

---

“You seem upset, Mr. Moreau.”

Yeah, anyone would be with fucking EDI in the cockpit.

Joker shot a glare over his left shoulder as he leaned back in his seat. “I'm fine, EDI. Don't try to play any AI mind games on me.”

“That is not in my programming.” A likely story. It was built by the Illusive Man, therefore it got his asshole personality. “A data scan shows elevated heart rate and - “

He tuned the AI out as it rambled off his symptoms. Instead, he kept his eyes on the glass in front of him. Right then, they were in a holding pattern at a docking bay. The shore party had left about two hours ago, and the lack of echoing gunfire gave him the feeling things were going pretty well. Shepard could be the model of ammo conservation for how he tried to use his words over a pistol. It would have been admirable, but it stopped being so when people tried to shoot him anyway.

Still, he tried. A for effort.

“- decreased serotonin. Your focus is off.”

EDI's voice drew him back to reality. He glanced over at the blue orb to his left. It was flashing, probably waiting for his input. So Joker turned his chair around so he could ignore the damn thing and its blue light. Let it wait, it wasn't its business anyway.

“The shore party is returning from their mission and heading to decontamination.”

That made him sit up in his seat. He could see them now, off to the left and heading for the docking bay. Apart from some dirty armor, the trio looked pretty good. Even better, he was getting a call to Alliance command. Guess they had gotten the guys out after all.

“Leave it to Shepard to talk his way out of shit.” He turned in his chair, towards the Normandy's entrance. It would open with a slight hiss once decontamination was complete and everyone was safe. After that, Garrus would head to the battery to calibrate the stick up his ass, Mordin would go play god in a lab, and...

He frowned as he watched the door hiss. The three stepped into the small hallway, weapons holstered. Mordin was talking about three hundred miles a minute about something, with the other two party members giving their tech input. Leave it to a bunch of nerds to come up with something like that.

“Commander Shepard has returned to the ship. XO Shepard stands relieved.”

Joker watched as the only human in the party nodded towards EDI. He held his breath, watching as the man's eyes started to slide towards him. Just as they started, they stopped dead. Then his shoulders sagged under his black armor and he turned on his heel to walk to the nearest terminal to send off a message.

“Right... good talk.”

The words died under his breath as he turned in his chair back to facing out to space. Once Shepard gave the order, they'd be back in FTL drive to the next planet that needed his special touch. Another mission where he wouldn't look at him.

There were 7 of those now.

“Mr. Moreau, your-”

Man, he wished that damn thing had a mute button.

Joker shot the blue orb a dirty look as his fingers found the controls. Might as well be ready for when his commanding officer needed him to do his job or something. Better yet, it made it less likely for EDI to want to continue the conversation. He might not like the AI, but he was learning how to fuck with it.

“I'm fine, EDI.” Even he had to wince at his tone. With any luck, the AI wouldn't pick it up. Of course, its damn orb surface was flashing like a Mass Relay on red sand, so it was working through something big. Whatever it was, it could shove it up its nonexistent ass.

Where would that be on an AI anyway? In the central core? He'd go down there and shove it in himself if it kept him from having to hear it.

“Your stress levels suggest otherwise.” Something about that even, pleasant voice really pissed him off. Sadly, it wasn't work breaking another finger trying to find a mute button. All Joker could do was sit there and scowl at the damn thing. No matter what he did, EDI just kept flashing away with that metaphorical dose of red sand.

He was pretty sure the Illusive Man had set that port up in the cockpit just to fuck with him. What a nice guy.

“We've got the Collectors on our ass, anyone would be stressed.”

“Your stress spikes whenever Commander Shepard returns from a mission. Most evidence would suggest the opposite.”

Well, EDI could shove that up their nonexistent ass too. Hopefully it was big enough to fit all that. Maybe with a little pushing, he could make it work.

“The guy gives people ulcers, what can I say.” He shrugged, carefully, to avoid breaking something. “Never know when he's going to bring some new alien in as a friend.”

Speaking of – his com channel was blinking in the way it did when Shepard was trying to call him. This button he definitely risked breaking a finger on as he pounded it. Judging from the lack of static, he was out of uniform.

“Joker? We're going to need to head back to the Citadel. The council wants to see me.”

Normally, it was hard to tell how Shepard felt about things. As long as he had his meds, he was pretty calm and even tempered. Even off them, it wasn't that bad. This, though? Joker had to wince as the pure annoyance leaked through like never before. Hell, he sounded like he was gritting his teeth as he spoke. That... was new.

“The Citadel? That's a bit of a jump. They can't do it over a vid?”

He swore he heard Shepard growl, but that was just impossible – he was pretty sure the man's voice didn't get that low. “Believe me, I asked. I guess they want to bother me into my second grave.”

That made Joker's stomach drop even further as he primed the Normandy to go. The ship was humming to life around him, and he felt it through his chair as he went through the motions. Normally, this was one of the best parts of his day. When he was in space, with FTL drive in high speed, it felt like he was floating.

Now, though? He felt like a rock lodged in cement at the bottom of the Marianas Trench.

“We'll be there in about 12 hours.”

“Great. I'm going to...” Shepard paused, voice faltering. When he spoke again, it was calmer in the way he got when he was painfully aware of how in control he had to be. Joker hated that. “I'm going to get some work done. Thanks, Joker.”

The line cut after that, leaving the helmsman alone with his thoughts and a growing sense of anxiety deep in the pit of his stomach. Jumping to FTL drive didn't exactly make it easier. They said that feeling motion sick was just psychosomatic, but damn if his gut didn't roll through the first few pulses and waves as they hit the relay. Normally the blue light and tingle that rang through his aching bones did wonders for that, but now he just felt cold.

Cold and needing to be anywhere else but in that cockpit. Damn it all...

---

Everything hurt, and that was saying something.

Joker wasn't having the best day as he limped away from the cockpit. All he wanted right then was to go to bed and maybe try to shove something down his throat in the way of food. Of course, the doc would insist he take his meds before any of that. She got all frowny when he didn't, and there was the whole bone breaking thing he had to worry about, so thus the limping towards anywhere but a place to sleep.

Why did the medbay have to be so fucking far?

The ride down the elevator made his insides rattle, especially as it hit the floor and opened up. He was probably lucky he hadn't broken something as he made his way out. There was plenty of noise here, but none of it could really distract him as he limped away from the elevator towards the waiting medbay and his pills.

How big was it going to be today? Fuck...

Normally, when he got in this kind of mood Joker didn't notice much around him unless he was about to walk into it. There could have been naked dancing krogan as far as he was concerned, it just didn't register. Unless four testicles hit him in the face, he had tunnel vision. Yet, there they were metaphorically tea-bagging him.

What was Shepard doing in the observation area?

Joker cocked an eyebrow as he crept a little closer. No doubt about it, the person sitting there was Shepard – he was the only one with hair that red on the Normandy. He wasn't moving either, just... sitting there, facing the open window.

He should have just kept walking on to take his pills. After all, biotics were weird. Maybe it was some space meditation technique to keep their brains from frying over. Yet he kept walking towards his commanding officer in a perfect example of curiosity killing the cat.

Oof... even thinking that hurt.

“Commander?”

Shepard didn't respond as he entered the observation room. With his back to the door, he was just sitting there, staring out the window. Joker was practically on top of him, but he never broke his sight on what was in front of him.

“Hey, you ok there, Shepard?”

With his words, Joker broke a spell. Shepard snapped to life, and sweat trickled down his brow as he rounded on the man. His skin was practically white, and his eyes were as wide as softballs as his breathing began to slow. Before that, it was like he hadn't been breathing at all.

“Shepard are you-”

“Close the window.” He added a “please” at the last second as he shut his eyes tightly. The pilot didn't need to be told twice. In fact, he almost broke a fist hitting the button. The window shut closed on them both, and the room dimmed slightly before the lights had time to adjust.

Then it was just him and humanity's fist Spectre, sitting like two idiots in a dark room.

Joker felt the sweat trickle down his brow as he settled in. “Am I interrupting some biotic thing? You're not going to take a wall out, are you?”

Shepard let out an uneasy laugh as he ran a hand down his sweaty face. “No... just trying some self administered exposure therapy. I don't think it's working very well unfortunately.”

He opened his eyes – they were smaller now. “Don't you have a date with Dr. Chakwas in the medbay right about now?”

Yeah, but that was before the universe stopped moving.

Joker felt as though he had been hit by a bolt of lightning as he stared at his commanding officer, and then to the closed window. Details were streaming in at about a thousand kilometers a second, and he was about to hit the mass relay at “I'm a fucking moron” station. He tended to visit that one a lot – it was his favorite those days.

It was hard to make his mouth move, but Shepard was expecting something. “Well, had to make sure you were keeping on your weird biotic regimen.”

“Don't worry, I am.” Shepard smiled and his stomach flopped. The man stood, attempting to stretch casually. His form was far too stiff for that – it just came off looking painful. “Come on, I had to talk to her about something anyway. Might as well get it over with, right?”

He was doing it again – the biotic always cared way too damn much about other people. He looked like he was about to keel over, but Shepard was trying to put him at ease. It made Joker's stomach flop uncomfortably as he stood as well, bones creaking at the effort. Nothing but his heart was breaking right then.

Damn it all...

“Commander... I'm sorry.”

Shepard smiled at him again as he waved it off. “Nothing to apologize for, like I said I have to stop by there. She wanted to take a look at my implants and make sure I hadn't tried to hack them yet. You make a joke once about trying to match your aesthetic...”

He chuckled to himself as the door opened on them both. The pilot wanted to say more, but he realized as they made it through the mess that there was no point. He might have blamed himself – and plenty of others did too – but Shepard never would.

God, he wish he would...

All he could do was stare at the man's back as he threaded his way towards the medbay. Whatever else he wanted to say died in his throat as he watched a risen Spectre act as though this was Tuesday for him. Hell, he was fucking glowing thanks to those implants!

Glowing because of him...

“Joker, you ok back there?”

The man stopped – blue eyes were focused on him. Words were born and died in the space between the two, in what felt like a lifetime to the pilot. In the end, he swallowed them down. None of them would do him any good anyway.

“Just keeping up. Got a little stiff making sure we don't crash into shit.”

Shepard smiled and nodded. His footsteps slowed ever so slightly – how could a man's pace make him feel worse? “Yeah, that whole not crashing into shit thing is pretty important. Planets get mad when we make our own docking bay.”

They both laughed over that, but it was anyone's guess if that was genuine. After all, they were headed to the medbay with a mountain of weight between them. The best Joker could do was have his commander's back, like he should have that day.

Maybe it would've been easier if Shepard hated him... then again, he was pretty good at doing that himself those days.

Fuck....

[foxyotomelady]

Another love, Chapter II (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

I don't really have anything to say, lol.

Just be aware of: strong language, slightly angst, my poor grammar, many emoticons, I love creating these chat rooms, lol.

Chapter I  | Chapter II (You are here) | Chapter III |  Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV |

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Jumin woke up earlier than usual to take care of a few things regarding Y/N’s residence in his apartment. For some reason, which he did not fully understand yet, he really hoped she would stay for longer. When she hugged him last night... It was a strange and new feeling. It was nice, but also... horrifying. He did not want her to stop. He wanted her to stay with him in the room, he wanted her to sleep in his bed, in his embrace... His thoughts began to escape into very dangerous areas. He had to control himself not to become the beast of which Zen spoke.

When he was ready to go to work, he could not help but look into the bedroom. Y/N was still asleep. His heart twitched at the sight of her slender body sprawled loosely on his bed. His shirt in which she was dressed curled up around her waist, her thighs were completely exposed. His heart started pounding as he moved his gaze over her shapely legs. He felt that he shouldn't be doing this. It was very inappropriate. But he could not stop.

The meowing Elizabeth the 3rd snatched him from his thoughts. She came to him and brushed against his legs, "Shhh ... You wake her up," He whispered to the cat and scratched her behind the ear. Then he left a note - that he had prepared earlier - on the bedside table. He really did not want to go to work…

Your POV

When you woke up, you were in shock for a moment. Slowly, however, you remembered what happened yesterday and why you are in Jumin's apartment and in his shirt... When you regained your mind's cleanliness, you noticed the note on the bedside table. You took it in your hand, curious what may it say. I'm sorry, but I had to leave you, though I do not feel like going to work today. I informed the chef to prepare anything you wish. I'm leaving you his number, so do not hesitate to call him as soon as you get hungry. I also informed the bodyguard that you are in my apartment and that he is to make sure that nobody worries you. I've ordered clothes for you, I hope I've guessed your size well. Please stay until evening and wait for me. Then we'll talk about what you want to do next. Jumin. You read it all in great shock. His generosity overwhelmed you. He treated you like some kind of princess... But you could not stay here. You did not want to abuse his courtesy, and besides, you had to decide what to do next with all this situation. Elizabeth jumped onto the bed and meowed. 

"What should I do?" You asked her. Jumin really did a lot for you, maybe it would not be polite to ignore his request and just leave without saying goodbye.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got out of bed, fixed your shirt and ran to the door. You opened it with hesitation. The bodyguard who stood there looked at you with wide eyes, but immediately assumed an indifferent expression on his face. 

"Ms. Y/N, a package for you." 

"Thank you ..." You mumbled, embarrassed when it reached you, what this man must have thought of seeing you in Jumin's shirt and in your messy hair.

You closed the door and carried the package to the bedroom to put it on the bed. It was quite big but not too heavy. You opened it and again your jaw dropped a little in surprise. You started to pull clothes out of it, one after another... Elegant shorts, blouses, skirts... Everything looked very expensive. And this dress... Was it silk?! There were also two pairs of very nice shoes in the package... Were they decorated with diamonds?! You got hot when you discovered that there is also a set of underwear at the bottom of the package. It was modest underwear, but still…

You sat down on the bed and tried to collect your thoughts. Why Jumin was so... Maybe he wanted you to feel better after what happened to you, and the only thing that came to his mind is to solve this problem with money. You got a little sad, this man did not know how to deal with comforting friends... You could not just reject his efforts, but... it was too much. You opened the chat room, but no one was logged in. You did not want to disturb Jumin at work, you've used enough of his time already.

[Y/N has entered the chat room] 

You: Jumin, when you’ll read this message: thank you very much for your generosity, but it's too much. These clothes look very expensive. I can't accept them. My own clothes have already dried up. Please, send back all these beautiful things. 

[707 has entered the chat room] 

707: 

707: oh my! 

707: Juju! 

707: You get to the point quickly! 

707: 

707: She has not even broken up with her boyfriend yet 

You: Seven, stop fooling around 

You: besides of course it's the end between me and Yuwoon 

You: I do not want to know him

707: 

707: but it is not fair!

707: Jumin got to you first and did not give us any chances

You: -_-

You: What do you not understand, Seven?

[Zen has entered the chat room] 

Zen: 

Zen: He bought you clothes?

Zen: And what does it mean that your clothes have already dried up? 

You: Sigh... I was running in the rain yesterday, Zen. Of course my clothes were soaked. I had to dry them.

Zen: Oh, I understand ^^ 

Zen: WAIT

Zen: Does it mean you had to take off those clothes?!

707: oh, my my

707:

You: yes, I had to -_- ' isn't it obvious?

Zen: so what did you wear to sleep?!

You: Jumin gave me his shirt. 

Zen: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

707: This is getting more and more interesting lolololol

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: good morning, Y/N

Jumin Han: How was your sleep?

Jumin Han: 

Zen: 

Zen: Are you going to ignore everything we just said?

Jumin Han: Yes.

Zen:

You: I slept very well, but Jumin, these clothes... I can't take them.

Jumin Han: Of course you can.

Jumin Han: Have you tried them on yet? They fit? 

Zen: dude ;;; how do you know her size?

Jumin Han: I don't. That's why I'm asking.

You: Jumin... This is really too much...

Jumin Han: I must admit you looked cute in my shirt

Zen: the hell

Jumin Han: But you can't wear it all the time.

You: ahaha thank you Jumin ^^

Zen: THE HELL

Zen: do not thank him, Y/N!

Zen: He's acting weird!

You: no, he's not

Jumin Han: I'm just trying to be nice to the lady :3

Zen:

You: Maybe I should try them on...

707: send us a picture! >.-

Zen: you two are perverted!

Jumin Han: What do you mean perverted?

Jumin Han: What kind of weird thoughts are you having in your mind right now?

707: lolololol

707: it's you who are perverted Zenny!

Zen: 

Zen: That's not true!

You: ahaha, I'm starting to feel better 

You: thank you for making me laugh, lol

You: but Jumin, how can I repay for your generosity?

Jumin Han: I already told you: you don't have to

Jumin Han: but I would like to ask you for something

Jumin Han: Can you feed Elizabeth the 3rd? I forgot about that.

707: 

Zen: 

You: Of course I can ^^

707: 

707: my poor Elly ~ 

Jumin Han: It's Elizabeth the 3rd. 

707: How could you forget to feed her?! 

707: Juju, you monster! 

Zen: You forget to feed your damn cat? 

Zen: It's unlike you... 

Jumin Han: she will be fine, I entrust her to Y/N.

Zen: WHAT IS HAPPENING

Zen: moreover, why are you even still there, Y/N?!

You: I didn't decide what I want to do next yet. I think I'll stay here till the evening at least.

Jumin Han: oh, so you're fulfilling my request.

Jumin Han: I’m glad.

Jumin Han: 

Zen: REQUEST?

707: oh oh oh, how bossy, Mr. Director

707: I got chills >.<

Jumin Han: Excuse me, I must leave

Jumin Han: I'm in the middle of the meeting.

Jumin Ham: Make yourself at home, Y/N.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Zen: 

Zen: are you sure about all of this, Y/N?

Zen: He's acting really weird... ;;;

You: I think it's rather you two who are acting weird -_-

707: it’s because

707: we’re jelly T-T

Zen: There is nothing to be jealous about!

You: You two are taking this whole situation the wrong way

You: Jumin’s just trying to be nice

You: btw, when are you planning to apologize to him, Zen?

Zen: Ugh

Zen: He didn't look like he still care what I said yesterday

You: But it doesn’t change the fact that you behaved like you know who? 

You: Like a jerk! 

707: lolololol nagging~

You: He deserves to be nagged

Zen: I'm so sorry ;;;

You: TELL

You: THAT

You: TO JUMIN -_-

707: Defender of Justice must log off now!

707: I can't let my brother Saeran be lonely!

707: Kiss Elly for me, Y/N ( ˘ ³˘)♥ 

[707 has left the chat room]

Zen: I must go too

Zen: If this creepy man will try to do anything

Zen: CALL ME!

[Zen has left the chat room]

Jumin’s Pov

He came back from work, enjoying the strange feeling that someone would be waiting for him at home. And it will not be a cat. How long did he lie to himself that the presence of a cat would be enough for him? 

When he came to his apartment, Y/N was there to meet him. She looked captivating in the red dress he had bought for her. She also put on her new shoes, flat heels, her feet must still hurt. 

"Hello, Jumin. How was your day?" 

He stared at her and barely took his words out of his throat, "It fits."

She looked at herself, embarrassed, "Yes, you have a good eye. Thank you again." 

"No problem. You look wonderful."

"Who wouldn't in that dress?" She laughed.

"That's not true. I chose it, because I was sure it'd be perfect just for you," Why are you saying this? But it's true, He was arguing with himself in his mind and she was looking at him with wide eyes. His comment certainly surprised her. Jumin cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, I got carried away. Have you eaten yet?" 

"I've been waiting for you. I thought I would repay you for everything with dinner together." 

"It's very nice of you. I will be happy to accompany you. "

"You're always so formal, Jumin," She giggled as they headed to the kitchen. "But it's cute."

"Cute?" Nobody ever spoke about him this way. 

"Yes, I've always considered you cute."

"I... do not know what to say." 

"Oh, I made Jumin Han speechless! Thank you will be enough." 

"Then thank you." Before they sat at the table, he contacted the chef to prepare a portion for two. For this reason, it took him more time than usual to prepare the proper meal.

"Have you thought what you want to do?" Jumin asked. "I just want to tell you that it won't be a problem for me if you stay here longer."

"Thank you, Jumin, but-" Her phone, which she's been holding on her knees, vibrated. She frowned. "I don't know this number. Hello? Who is it?" Her face suddenly became pale. "Yuwoon?" Jumin gulped, clenched his hands in fists. Anger overtook him. "Who's number it is? I've blocked yours. No, I don't want to talk to you. It's not your business where I'm." Her voice was icily but started to crack. "I... Please, stop..." Jumin could not stand it. He got up from his seat and took the phone from her hand. She did not protest. 

"Hello, this is Jumin Han." 

There was silence on the other side of the phone. Jumin frowned, sighed irritably, "Yuwoon, yes? What do you want from her?" 

"I'm her goddamn boyfriend!" The man suddenly shouted loudly. "I want to know where she is!" 

"I believe that you stopped being her boyfriend when you cheated on her," Jumin answered calmly but harshly. 

"Bullshit, and it has nothing to do with you! Let me talk to her! She ran into your arms to cheer herself up?! " 

"I advise you not to try to contact her anymore, otherwise, I will have to take certain steps, and it will not end well for you. Have a nice evening."

He hung up and gave her the phone. Her hands were trembling, her eyes dull. 

"I'm sorry, Jumin... I think I'm going to cry again." 

He crouched opposite her so that he would look at her, "Please, don't." 

"I know he doesn't deserve my tears... But when I heard his voice ...Everything came back... We used to be so happy together... And then... No, damn it! I have it in front of my eyes again!" 

Jumin approached her slowly, and just as she did it for him yesterday evening, he hugged her gently. She immediately returned his embrace and buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

Jumin stroked her hair, drawing more pleasure from it than he should. He pressed her closer to himself. His hands touched her skin, which was revealed by the cut of the dress on the back. Y/N shuddered in his arms and withdrawn her head away cautiously. She looked at him with eyes that were red from tears. Their faces were so close to each other that their breaths were mixed into one. He took her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Her gaze went to his lips, her cheeks flushed. His breath stopped in his lungs for a moment. He also glanced at her lips and then at her eyes, seeking permission in them.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jumin squeezed his eyelids, exhaled with irritation and anger. Y/N almost jumped from him, clearly did not know where to look.

"It's probably food," Jumin announced and straightened up.

Your POV

Your heart was pounding wildly as Jumin moved away to the other room. Did you just... Did he just... You almost kissed. You sat back in the chair at the table and rubbed your warm face with your hands. What did you think? It could not happen! Your heart still ached, wound after Yuwoon's betrayal hasn't healed yet. You could not use Jumin kindness to fill the hole that your ex-boyfriend left behind in your soul. It just was not fair. His generosity, care, and kindness quickly overwhelmed you. It was hard to resist him when he was like this. But why did he want to kiss you? Did he get carried away by the moment and emotions? Did he have feelings for you? If that was the case, then all the more you couldn't use him like that!

Jumin came back with a tray of food that he placed on the table in front of you. You could not bring yourself to look at him. The dish that you had before you looked wonderful and smelled wonderful, but you knew that you would have to force yourself to swallow anything.

Jumin sat down on the opposite side of the table, "Shall we eat?" He asked as if nothing happened.

You nodded and you both started to eat in silence. In such a deep silence that you were afraid that he could hear your heart, beating loudly.   

"Would you like to drink wine with me?" Jumin asked suddenly, and without waiting for your answer, he got up from the table. You watched him reaching for the wine hidden in the top cupboard. He also took two glasses and after a while, all this was on the table.   

He poured the wine into both glasses and returned to his seat. You heard him raise his glass, felt his intense gaze on you, "After what occurred, I think it'll be wise for you to stay at my apartment for a while," He stated.   

You blinked and you finally looked at him. You felt shivers on your back. His face was different than usual - there was something dark and cold on it.

"What... What do you mean?" You asked in a trembling voice.

"That man... Yuwoon. He is quite persistent. I do not think he'll leave you in peace soon. You'll be safe with me. He will not reach you here."

"Jumin..." You started carefully. "He has hurt me, it's true, he broke my heart, it's true, but he's not dangerous, he has never hurt me physically."

Jumin frowned, "You are sure that it will not change now? You can not know it, he has already failed your trust, and you may be mistaken about this case too. Besides, do you really feel ready to go back to that apartment of yours?"

You sighed, "No. But I have to go there eventually, to take my things at least."

"I can go with you, you will be safer if I accompany you."

"Yes, thank you." You smiled and looked into his eyes, looking for the warmth and kindness that you always saw in them. "But Jumin... Is it really okay for me to stay here longer? Others are already seeing it in a strange way."

"I don't care," He said sharply.

"That is not true. I know you, Jumin. I know you care about them all."

"I care about them, yes. But I don't care about their opinion. All the more if it concerns you.”

You sighed again, resting your chin on your hand, "Zen will be furious if I stay here."

Something twitched on Jumin's face, his features sharpened, "I do not care," He repeated emphatically, "Zen simply cannot understand."

"And what should he understand?" You took a sip of wine to give yourself some courage.

"How deeply I care about you, how much I want to protect you, I think I don't even understand it myself, but I know I want to have you close to me." After these words, he also drank wine, and you stared at him, your heart beating hard. You had no idea what to say. You both have always been close, from all of RFA members he was your best friend. But you did not expect to hear such words from him.

"I don't want to impose on you," He continued. "I don't want to destroy our friendship. After V left, only you can understand me, I always thought Elizabeth the 3rd could do it best, but I only lied to myself, and I understood it when you appeared in my life. "

"Jumin-"

"Can we make a deal?"

"A deal?" You raised your eyebrows.

"I know it may sound selfish, but can you stay here until I understand my feelings? And you also need time to feel better, at least I guess so."

On his face, in the way his hand trembled, clenched on a glass of wine, you saw that Jumin was not himself. That something is happening to him that he can't quite deal with.

You reached across the table for his other hand. He looked at you in shock, "Okay, I'll stay with you here if it's going to help you sort your thoughts."

Jumin slowly put down a glass of wine and grabbed your hand in both of his, "Do you really want to stay? It will not be uncomfortable for you?"

You shook your head, "But tomorrow I would like to go for my stuff. I appreciate that you bought everything for me, but-"

"Keep these things for yourself, please, of course, we will also go to your place for your clothes and other stuff tomorrow, but keep what I gave you as a gift."

You took a deep breath. Of course, all he bought for you was beautiful and you would be lying if you said it did not fit your taste, but... it was so expensive, so luxurious!

"Alright, but I do not want you to buy me anything more."

"Shall we continue?" He ignored you, pointed at the food and picked up the glass again.

***

After eating dinner and a few glasses of wine, you took a shower and went to bed. Elizabeth was accompanying you again, Jumin was in the guest room. There was a race of thoughts in your head. Lying on your stomach, you looked at the phone. Yoosung was in the chat room. After what happened to Rika, it took some time before the boy became a happy version of himself again.

[Y/N has entered the chat room] You: Yoosung! You're still up? Playing LOLOL?

Yoosung:

Yoosung: Yes! I just got a very rare item!

Yoosung: 

Yoosung: but Y/N, you're at Jumin's place?

You: Yes.

Yoosung: I read what had happened.

Yoosung: I'm so sorry T-T

Yoosung: Yuwoon is so stupid, cheating on someone like you!

Yoosung: 

You: Thank you, Yoosung, but can we please don't talk about it?

Yoosung: sure, I understand ^.-

[Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room]

Jaehee Kang: Y/N, you are still at Mr. Han's apartment?

You: Here we go again...

You: Yes, I'm still at his place. What about it?

Jaehee Kang: Don't you think it's a little unwise?

You: You’re all just overreacting.

You: Jumin is my friend, like all of you.

You: I feel good here, I'm not ready to go back to my apartment yet. Tomorrow, I will definitely go there for my things, but only for this, only for a moment.

You: Besides, Jumin asked me for a favor and I'm going to fulfill it because he deserved it after he helped me.

Jaehee Kang: 

Jaehee Kang: I hope you know what you're doing

Jaehee Kang: You are both adults, so…

You: Yes, we are both adults, so can you let us make our own decisions?

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Y/ N

Jumin Han: How strange to talk to you here when you're right behind the wall

You: hahah, you're right, Jumin ^^

Yoosung: So why don't you just go to her?

Jumin Han: I do not think it's wise at this hour.

You: Um... ^^ '

Yoosung: Oh, you're such a gentleman, Jumin >.<

Jaehee Kang: 

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han, are you sure that it will not affect your work? And the company?

Jaehee Kang: You know how media are these days.

Jaehee Kang: If someone sees you in a company of woman, moreover, if someone sees that this woman sleeps in your apartment...

Jaehee Kang: Gossips will spread immediately.

Jumin Han: Y/N, how about pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?

Yoosung: lol, he just ignored you, Jaehee

Jaehee Kang: 

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Subscribe - Part 9

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 2287

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

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AN: Flashbacks in italics  ________

Returning to work felt like a breath of fresh air. It was the start of a new work week, and you couldn’t be more excited. As you got to work figuring out topics for next week’s podcast episode, you couldn’t get the image of Peter and Mer together out of your head.

You were busy preparing lunch when there was a knock at the front door. “Mer could you get the door. My hands are a little tied up at the moment,” you called from the kitchen.

“Coming,” she shouted from upstairs in her bedroom. You knew who was at the door, but you wanted to see Meredith's reaction.

You wiped your hands on a towel as you walked into the doorway of the kitchen and entryway. She pulled open the door, and Peter was kneeling to her level. “Hey Twig, I heard you missed me,” Peter winked at the little girl. 

“Daddy,” she shouted, running into his arms. Peter lifted her off the ground, holding her tight. You grinned at them, and when Peter set her down, he nodded at you. “How long are you staying?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he smiled down at her. 

“Then you are joining us for lunch. Come on!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. “Mommy is making my favorite, spaghetti, and meatballs. You are going to love it.”

“Can’t wait to try it,” he grinned a playful smile at her as she continued to pull him along. Peter made eye contact with you and mouthed, “so much energy!”

“I know,” you mouthed back with a warm smile.

You couldn't help but smile at the memory. Peter and Meredith's exchanges were too cute to forget. There were times they would talk about a certain subject they both loved, and it could go on for hours. You didn't want to be the one to interrupt, so you sat back and listened to their rambles. Meredith’s smile seemed to shine a bit brighter, and Peter was to thank for that. There was also this twinkle in her eye, almost like she was planning something, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. It was important for Meredith to have her dad in her life, but you didn't realize maybe Peter needed his daughter in his life, too. 

When you got your head on straight and refocused on work. You opened up your email and the podcast Instagram seeing many unanswered messages. Most of them were from fans sending you get well soon messages. You loved your fans because they were so supportive of what you, Wanda, and Pepper were trying to create. You sent each of them a personal thank you and informed them when the next episode would be available. You owe everything to the fans because without them Everyday's a Monday wouldn’t have become as successful as it has. As the end of the day approached, you and Wanda snapped a quick picture together and posted it with the caption: ‘Reunited and it feels so good.'

The following day, everything was moving along smoothly, and the schedule you made with Peter couldn’t have worked better. When you went to pick up Mer from the studio the other day, you could tell she was having a great time with not only Peter but his friend Bucky, too. 

You walked into the studio for the first time and it was something else. It had posters of their latest bands becoming a success and a small newspaper clipping of Peter and Bucky buying the building. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up to the receptionist desk.

“Hello, I am Mantis, what can I do for you today?” She asked with a forced smile.

“I’m here to pick up Meredith.”

“Oh, you're Meredith’s mommy. She is so cute. She makes me want to die.” Mantis's smile widened no longer looking forced. “They’re in the recording studio to the right and straight back.”

“Thanks, Mantis. It was nice meeting you.” 

You walked to the back room hearing a female’s voice singing over the speakers. She sounded good, like really good. You stood towards the back of the room and listened. Bucky and Mer sat at the soundboard with Peter standing between them. No one was singing in the booth so you figured they were listening to a demo to see how they could improve it. They were having mumbled conversations with each other while adjusting marks on the board. They added in more bass, got rid of the unnecessary background noise, and added in backup vocals. Bucky leaned back in their chairs, seeming satisfied but you hated it.

“What do you think about the girl from Queens, Mer?” Bucky asked, glancing at her.  

“Um...” She thought it over listening to the song once more. “It doesn’t sound good.”

“You’re right, it sounds like shit.”

“Bucky, what the heck man? Sensitive ears in the room,” Peter replied, covering his hands over Mer’s ears. He shook his head at Bucky, making Mer laugh and take his hands off her ears.

“What do you think we should do Mer?”

“Leave it as it was,” Mer stated. "Get rid of all that mumbo jumbo stuff you added in."

“So, what you’re saying, is this young lady has the perfect voice and doesn’t need any help from us?” Bucky questioned, staring at the little girl. 

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Bucky nodded, tossing his pencil on the soundboard. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his seat. “You hurt my feelings a little bit, Mer.” 

“I’m sorry, but not everyone’s voice needs fixing. I mean there are some areas where she wasn’t perfect, but sometimes flaws help people stand out, Uncle Bucky.”

“Oooh, she just called you Uncle Bucky,” Peter commented, readjusting the soundboard.

“Dang kid, I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you,” he grinned at her. “And you’re right. She has a great voice, and her flaws will make her unique. What do you think we should do next?”

“Listen to her in person?” Meredith questioned, unsure of herself.

“Dang Quill, you have one smart daughter.”

“She gets it from her mother.”

“Yeah, she does,” you agreed, making yourself known as all three of them turn around. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Bucky asked, crossing his arms.

“Long enough to know you swore in front of my daughter,” you smirked, forcing Bucky’s smirk to shift into a tight line. “Who french braided your hair, Mer? It looks so good!”

“Daddy did,” she squeaked out, shooting you a toothy grin.

“Your dad was always good with his hands,” you blurted out, feeling heat rush to your face. Your eyes widened, watching Bucky shaking in his chair to keep his laugh hidden while Peter smirked at the floor, raising his eyebrows. You cleared your throat, “ready to go, Mer?” 

“Yes. Goodbye, Daddy.” She reached over to hug Peter. “Bye, Uncle Bucky,” she said, turning around and hugging him, too.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you waved, walking back to the entrance.

You sat at your desk researching some new product ideas, and information about different sippy cups. It was going to be the topic for the coming episode. There were tons of them, and you tried to remember the brand you used with Mer, but it was escaping your mind. 

“YN, we have a problem,” Pepper announced, rushing into your office with Wanda in tow.

“What’s the problem?”

“I'm not going to be able to go to New York this week.”

“What, why? What could be more important than expanding Potts of Honey? Everything's scheduled and ready to go. It’s a quick three-day trip.” Pepper nodded along as you continue to talk. “We have been planning this for weeks. The estate agents, developers, and toy companies are excited to meet with you.”

“I know, it’s just Morgan is getting her tonsils out, and Tony will be in Massachusetts giving a speech to the MIT students. Tony has had this planned for months, and he doesn’t want to back out on those kids. I want someone to be there with Morgan. I don’t want her going through all this by herself, and if I have to back out of this trip then so be it.”

“I understand more than anyone, but where do we go from here? These properties might get sold to the next highest bidder, and these places took us months to find.”

“I came to the same conclusion. How are we going to do this?” Pepper asked, pacing back and forth. “Well, I could…”

“No, no. You’re going to be there for Morgan,” you interrupted her, making her crack a smile. Pepper has always loved how you put family before the company, and it’s one of the reasons why she picked you for this job so many years ago. “How about this, me and Wanda go.”

“I can’t ask you to do that with everything you've been through these last couple weeks. Wanda's life is busy enough with the twins. I can’t make you two do this.”

“You’re not, I’m volunteering.”

“Me too,” Wanda agreed.

“Besides, this is our best chance at finally expanding this company into another facility. We found some of the best locations after months of research and now is the best time for this to happen. Plus, it would bring jobs into this new community and help out moms in need like we did here in Malibu. And we could snatch up more listeners with our podcasts.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

“I know of one dedicated listener in the New York City area, who has been with us since the beginning, and I know she would make the perfect guest for our next episode. She’s a stay at home mom with three kids, and her husband travels for his job. We could do the episode while we’re in New York.”

“I don’t know. It’s a three-day trip. I can’t ask you to leave Meredith and Wanda with her twins.”

“So what! It will be good for Vis to watch the kids by himself for a few days, and I am sure YN could find someone to watch Meredith.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“You sure about this?” Pepper asked as you both nodded. “YN, you know what I’m looking for with this new facility, and if you have any questions don’t hesitate to call.”

“I know, I’ve been with you since the beginning. You like what I like,” you said.

“This is true.” She nodded. “Okay, good, everything's good to go. I’ll owe you two big time for this.” She added before walking out of the room. 

“Yes, we get to go to New York,” Wanda cheered, making you roll your eyes. “I am going to call Vis, and you should call your man. I bet he would love to watch Meredith for you,” she smiled, leaving the room.

Wanda wasn’t wrong. You knew Gamora would be too busy, and it would be asking a lot with everything she did for you while you were in the hospital. Could ask Nebula, but she is still out of town, and you didn’t want to drag her back home for a three-day trip. This left Peter. 

You weren't sure if Peter was ready to experience how taking care of a little girl for three straight days can wear a person out.  This would be over a weekend, so he would have to keep her entertained. And you still had to get in touch with Laura to make sure she was okay with being on the podcast. You leave in two days, so here’s hoping you could get it all sorted out by then.

It was a little past two, and you were able to get ahold of Laura, and she was more than happy to do an episode on her farm. She was pretty excited about it, and you were ready to hear her story. Pepper convinced Tony to let us take his second private jet, which was convenient and exciting. Now all you had left to do was call Peter. You clicked on his name in your phone and listened to the line ring. You thought it would go to voicemail, but then he picked up.

“Hello, YN. Hello, are you there?” Peter answered with noise blaring in the background.

“Hey, Peter.”

“Can you hang on for a second? I need to get to a quieter room.” You hummed in response, and soon, the noise faded away. “So, what’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Never better. Listen, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Ask away.”

“This is short notice, but I have to go to New York for work on Thursday, and I won’t be back until Sunday. Any chance you would be available to watch Mer those days?” You didn’t hear anything on the other line, so you continued. “I’ll understand if you can’t because it's last minute. My boss, Pepper, her daughter needs to get surgery, and…”

“I’ll do it.” 

“Wait, you will,” you replied, shocking yourself with his words. 

“Of course. I'll have to move some things around, but it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, I know how important this job is to you.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“You’re welcome. I think you deserve a little vacation time anyways even if it is for work.”

You smirked at his words. “I have to get back to work, but I'll let you know what is happening when I pick up Mer tonight.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then, YN.”

“Bye, Peter. Thank you again.” You hung up, unable to keep the smile off your face.

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AN: Their relationship seems to be going well so far, but will it last? Do you think Peter be able to survive three whole days with Meredith or do you think he will need some help? You all got to learn a bit more about Potts of Honey and what they do as a company. Let me tell yeah, it took forever to come up with that name..haha! Anyways, thanks for reading!

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Secrets VI (Modern! Ivar/Reader)

A/N: SORRY! This was queued for yesterday (Friday) as I’d be out all day and wouldn't be able to post it myself. As Tumblr keeps not sending me notifications, I didn’t know it wasn’t posted😫. So now I enter tumblr and see that it was still on queue because I am stupid and programmed it for next Friday 😅. So I’m really sorry, but here’s the sixth part of Secrets, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the reblogs, comments, likes and messages💞 I’m glad y’all are liking this, and I hope this chapter (is a bit bad) doesn’t disappoint you. I’ll post next part on next Friday and I’ll try to make it more interesting than this one. Thank you for reading!

Inspiration: Griffenholm Confessionals by @akamaiden @laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen

Warnings: Mentions of sex, anxiety and Ivar. I wrote it on different days and that’s why it’s so bad structured, sorry.

Words: 2856 

Catch up here 

gif belongs to @thenorsequeen 

You weren't sure of how much time passed, but you were freezing and you didn't feel your lips when you opened your eyes. The sun was lower than when you stepped outside. 

You unlocked your phone to see the hour, and sighed when you realized you had missed the rest of your classes and it was almost dinner time. 

But, honestly, you didn't want to move. You didn't want to get back in and face Hvitserk... Or worse, Ivar. How many people knew Hvitserk was playing you? Probably everyone. 

You hugged yourself tightly, shivering, cursing the school for making you wear a skirt. 

You were about to close your eyes again, trying not to cry anymore when you heard someone approaching.

Startled, you looked around. It was a boy with dark hair that you'd never seen before. 

"Hi" he smiled at you softly "Are you okay?"

You looked at him warily, and as much as you wanted to answer him so he'd go away, your voice didn't come out. 

"I'm Alfred" he sat next to you, eyeing you a bit worried "Aren't you cold?"

You cleared your throat, wincing when you felt a wave of pain. Great, you had gotten sick.

"Yeah, a bit" your voice was creaked and tiny.

"Why don't you go inside?" He talked to you softly "Go to your room and get into bed, to warm up a bit"

"I can't" you shook your head.

He didn't ask you why, which you were really thankful for. Instead, he took off his jacket and offered it to you. You wanted to tell him no, it was cold and he would freeze, but it looked so warm... You took it, putting it on and smiling back to him.

"Thank you" you muttered, and he smiled "I'm Y/N"

"I know" he chuckled "We have the same classes, I believe... And Elise told me about you. I was at Mythology class when you had to leave, sitting next to her... She was worried and looked for you after, but we couldn't find you... What happened? Are you okay?"

"I... Just a misunderstanding with Ivar Lothbrok" you sighed, shaking your head "I'll talk to Elise later"

"Oh" he nodded "I understand then, Ivar can be... Difficult to dealt with sometimes" 

Alfred was handsome, he had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He looked gentle and nice, and honestly you didn't mind some company after the shitty day you'd had.

"You know him?" 

"We were really good friends a few years ago" he replied, shrugging "I have the honor to say that I am the only one capable of beating Ivar in a chess game"

"What happened?"

"Family business, the Lothbroks put family before everything, even if they want to rip their heads off all the time"

You nodded, not really understanding. 

"So... Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, tilting his head to one side. 

"Yeah, it was only... A small breakdown" you chuckled "It happens sometimes, but I'm fine, really, just needed some time to myself".

"You shouldn't keep everything to yourself" he said "Maybe you need to get some things out and you'll feel better... And don't let Ivar hurt you"

"Yeah, you're probably right" you looked away, blushing "The problem is... I don't trust anyone enough to tell them everything"

Alfred got up, tending his arm to help you getting up.

"Well, I've always been good listening to others, so if you need a free psychologist, I'll be here for you"

"Thanks" you took his hands, getting up and grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. 

"Let's go inside, it's dinner time and I'm sure you could use some food"

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"Why did you do that, Ivar?" Hvitserk was fuming, Ivar hadn't seen him that angry since Sigurd crashed his car "Why are you always ruining everything?"

"It's the only thing he can do" Sigurd seemed to find the situation very amusing. 

"Well" Ivar looked at his older brother clenching his jaw "Maybe you shouldn't have played her in that way"

"It's my life, Ivar! My relationship!" Hvitserk punched the wall, making Ubbe flinch and sigh, closing his eyes "And you didn't have the right to ruin it!"

"What relationship, Hvitserk? You say you like her and all of that but you didn't have the balls to actually be with her, you are the one who hurt her, not me"

"Can you two stop yelling?" Ubbe was losing his patience "Let's talk about this like civilized people"

"So why did you do it, Ivar?" Sigurd ignored Ubbe, taking the opportunity to torment his little brother a little bit "Are you jealous?"

Ivar's intense blue eyes glared at him. Of course Sigurd had to say something stupid.

"Jealous of what? I don't need to have girls begging to warm my bed to feel special" he spat.

"Well it's not like there's girls willing to warm your bed, brother" 

"Sigurd, please, don't" Ubbe rubbed his eyes, and Ivar bit his tongue until he tasted blood to avoid answering his brother. Knowing he was right.

Hvitserk growled, throwing his phone to the floor.

"She doesn't pick up her phone" he said angrily.

"If you hadn't fucked Margrethe, she would pick up your calls"

"Fuck off, Ivar!" Hvitserk looked ready to punch him, but Ubbe stood up, standing between them.

"You're acting like fucking children" their older brother seemed to have had enough "You" he pointed to Hvitserk, who glared at him "I told you this would happen, but you preferred to ignore me, don't blame Ivar because you fucked up" Ivar smiled victoriously, but his smiled faded when Ubbe turned around to look at him "But it wasn't your place to tell Y/N, you didn't have the right to humiliate her in that way and whatever happens between her and Hvitserk is none of your business"

Ivar scoffed, looking away. 

"You're better without her anyway" he spoke again, clenching his jaw "Last night, I caught her eavesdropping my conversation with Erik about Aelle's new pet"

"What?" Hvitserk's angry turned into worry in seconds "What did she hear?"

"Not much, the fool dropped her phone and I caught her" he shrugged "But she won't say a thing, I made sure of that"

He nearly smiled, remembering your moans and cute little sounds while he worked his fingers into you to make you forget everything but his name.

"You threatened her?" Ubbe sighed "Gods, I can't leave you alone"

"I need to talk to her" Hvitserk passed a hand through his hair, biting his lip.

"Hvitserk..."

But his brother had already left the room, slamming the door closed. 

Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes. You wouldn't be so stupid to go back with his brother after all of that, would you?

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Everyone's eyes were fixed on you. It was something quite normal, if you considered the fact that you were wearing Alfred's jacket and he was walking just behind you. He seemed unbothered by the stares, and you supposed he was used to it. 

But you weren't.

You walked over to the table where Elise was sitting, waving at you.

"Well, I think you don't need me anymore" Alfred smiled at you "It was nice meeting you, Y/N, I hope I'll see you soon"

"Thank you, for everything" you smiled back at him.

"My pleasure" he winked at you before turning around and going away to sit at other table full of boys.

"Y/N, where were you?" Elise whispered, frowning while you sat down on your chair "I looked for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere"

"I was outside" you smiled at her "It's okay, I just needed some time" 

"What happened?" She bit her lip, ignoring the confused stares of her friends.

"Ivar happened" you sighed "You were right, Elise, I shouldn't have gotten involved with... That family" you shook your head "I am stupid... I'll tell you more when we go back to the room"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Well, they don't look like they'd agree with you" she muttered, looking to the Lothbrok's table.

You felt a shiver down your spine, turning your head to find Ivar's cold eyes glaring daggers at you.

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You honestly had hoped you'd make it to the room without running into any Lothbrok. Elise had told you Ubbe and Hvitserk had been looking for you, but you weren't feeling like talking to any of them.

As Hvitserk had disappeared after dinner, you supposed he would be smoking on his room, so you felt confident enough to go to the room all alone. Elise stayed with some friends in the library, but you needed to go to bed.

What you didn't expect was to find Hvitserk just outside your room. 

"Y/N" he sighed, he looked tired "I have been looking for you all day"

"Are you sure?" You pressed your lips together, glaring at him "I thought you'd be looking for Margrethe"

"Y/N, please... Just let me explain"

"You don't have to explain anything"

"I'm sorry, I swear this doesn't change the fact that I like you, Y/N, I really do, and..."

"Hvitserk I am no one's second option" you replied, crossing your arms "I'm not someone you can kiss and flirt with and then fuck someone else, if you want to fuck your brother's girlfriend, go on, but leave me out of it"

"And if I stop seeing her?" 

"I'm not asking you to do that" your voice softened a bit "I don't want you to stop seeing her, if you like her you shouldn't"

"Margrethe is with Ubbe" he replied "And that's not going to change, I can stop seeing her if that means you'll give me a second chance" 

"I..." You sighed tiredly, it was too much for one day "I don't know, Hvitserk, I can't trust you"

"I'm leaving for Copenhagen next week" he said "To take care of some matters in there, I'll be back soon but... If you need time, I can wait until I come back"

"Okay" you agreed "We'll talk then... Good night, Hvitserk”

___________________________________

You couldn't say you didn't miss Hvitserk. You weren't in love or anything, but he was funny to be with, and you enjoyed his company. 

He left, as he promised, and you grew closer and closer with Alfred. He had something that made you trust him, he was nice and gentle. The opposite of the Lothbroks. 

As the exams were close, you spent your days at the library, studying and reading the required books. Except one.

You had been waiting for days to find the book for Old Norse Mythology, it seemed that all the copies were borrowed and no matter how many days passed, no one gave it back. 

At the sixth day, you lost your patience, and went to the counter where the librarian was always sitting, reading a book and glaring the people who spoke too loud, asking her if she knew who had the copies to ask someone for one. 

She looked bothered by your question, but showed you the list with the names of the people borrowing the book.

"Search for the one that has had the book the longest" she said, looking at her book above her glasses, with a bored tone.

You held back to not roll your eyes, but did what you were told and looked at the first name of the list.

Ivar Lothbrok. 

Lovely.

"And... Can I borrow the book from the second person?" You asked, with a fake smile on your lips.

The woman scoffed.

"Yes, but you have to wait a few more days"

You sighed, giving the list back and thanking her before turning around to walk to the table you shared with Alfred. 

"I have to ask Ivar for the book" you told him, leaving your things on the table and sitting down on the chair, annoyed.

"I'm finishing the fifth chapter" Alfred shrugged "If you don't mind to wait a few more days..."

"I can't, I need to start now if I want to have time for the exam" you shook your head "Don't worry, I'll try to talk to him, and if he's too unpleasant, I'll ask Ubbe to talk to him"

"Do you want me to go with you?" 

"No, that only would make him angrier" you sighed. In those past days you had been witness of the deathly glares that Ivar sent Alfred every time he saw him, or how clenched his jaw in class whenever he answered a question and was praised for it. 

Yeah, it definitely wasn't a good idea.

"I suppose he's in his room, I haven't seen him all day" Alfred smiled kindly at you "And if he's not there, he'll be in the house, out of school"

"I'm going to try his room first" you got up from the chair, grabbing your backpack and your phone and waving at him before going out of the library. 

At least, Hvitserk wasn't there, so it wouldn't be that awkward.

You stopped in front of the door. You were starting to hate that door and the number 994. 

When you knocked, a part of you -a big part of you- hoped there would be no answer, that Ivar wasn't there so you'd have the excuse to go and ask Ubbe to tell him.

As he took his time answering the door, you were starting to breath normally, supposing you were lucky and he wasn't in there. 

But of course you hoped too much.

Ivar looked like he was allergic to shirts whenever he was in his room. It was his room and you understood he wanted to be comfortable, but it was a bit weird and annoying for you to be constantly having to remind yourself to look at him on the eyes. 

"Hi" you cleared your throat, raising your head to look more secure than you actually felt "I came to ask you something"

Ivar didn't answer you, he looked surprised of seeing you there.

"Can I get in?" You asked, feeling anxious in case someone saw you talking to a shirtless Ivar just outside his room.

"Hvitserk is not here" he talked to you with a cold tone that made you flinch. 

"I know" you answered "I need to talk to you"

He rolled his eyes, sighing, but opened the door wider and let you enter the room. 

You shivered when you walked next to him. It sounded weird, but the room smelled like him, and it made you bit your lip to avoid a gasp. 

"What do you want? I'm sure your friend Alfred could help you more than me" he said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. 

You rolled your eyes.

"You have the book we need to read for Old Norse Mythology" you explained, ignoring him "I need it"

He scoffed. 

"Well, you can go to the library and take another copy"

"There are no more copies" you frowned "You've had the book the longest, so..."

"I need it too"

"You've had time" 

"I haven't"

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

"Ivar I don't know what I have done to you for you to hate me so much, but I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry if my existence bothers you that much, but I just need that book, and then I won't talk to you again if that's what you want"

Ivar frowned, leaning onto his crutch.

"I don't hate you"

You looked at him, confused, you honestly hoped he started spitting hateful words and kick you out of his room with one of those glares of his. 

You definitely didn't expect him to shrug and tell you that.

"What?"

"I only think that you're immature, stupid, too innocent for your own good and annoying sometimes, but I don't hate you" he smiled wickedly "I don't usually finger people who I hate"

You blushed furiously, glaring at him. 

"You're insufferable" you replied. Ivar laughed, knowing he was getting under your skin. 

"Insulting me won't help you to get that book"

"You started!"

"Oh, I forgot, you're childish too... I understand now why Hvitserk likes you so much"

"You..." You pressed your lips together, approaching him and wanting nothing more than hit him to erase that smug smile off his face "You' are a narcissist, an asshole, and deserve to be alone the rest of your life"

Your chests were almost touching, and you got on your tiptoes to try and look a bit more intimidating... Failing miserably. 

Ivar was still smiling, with his beautiful blue eyes shining with mischief. 

You couldn't help it, you looked to his lips. 

You'd lie if you'd say you didn't want to kiss him right then and there. He was bad for you, he'd hurt you, make you cry and even break your heart more than once. But as he'd said before, you were stupid, and innocent, and you felt way more things standing there, just before him, than you'd ever felt with anyone else. 

He was too much. 

"I'll give you that book" he whispered before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

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text me maybe

Summary:

He’s drunk and there’s a really hazy decade in the nineties that Rhodey looks pained when he even thinks about that says doing shit when he’s drunk is a bad idea.

There’s also a new building on MIT campus and a yearly donation that supports that theory.

But MIT and Rhodey are far away and that clunky black flip phone is not, and he snarls as he snatches it up and punches in the message.

It takes almost five minutes because the tech is obsolete and he is drunk but he does and he smiles at it, viciously pleased.

~*~

Chapter 5 of 5. Lots of angst and miscommunication and pining. Enjoy.

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~*~ 

I hate you. 

 I know. 

 ~*~ 

 I miss you. 

 That isn’t fair. 

 I know. But it’s true. 

 ~*~ 

 Steve is an asshole. 

 Trouble in paradise? 

What is going on with him and Sam? 

 He thinks he knows what’s best for me--keeps tryin to protect me. 

Doesn’t get I don’t need or want to be protected from you. 

They’ve been fuckin since before SHIELD fell are you just now noticin?

 I have a company to run and a world to save, I don’t know who the geriatic captain is sleeping with. 

I thought he was still hung up on peg. 

 He is. Sam puts up with a lot more shit than i would. 

 I dunno, you put up with me. 

 ~*~ 

 How pissed would you be if I murdered someone in your Tower? 

 It bothers me how much I don’t mind it when you talk about murder 

Who pissed you off? 

 Wanda. 

 Won’t bother me at all. But don’t get caught. 

 Would that bother you? 

 More than I like, yeah. 

 ~*~ 

 Stop stealing Pete. 

 No. 

But you can have Pepper--she scares me. 

 Coward. 

 ~*~ 

 Why did you do it? 

 Because you fascinated me. And because I wanted to say I’m sorry. You--nothing that happened was your fault. You were tryign to protect the Avengers, and you had every right to be angry, when you found out what I did. 

I knew you’d never listen to me. And i took the opportunity that I found to say what i needed, and I shouldn’t have. 

I knew you’d be angry, and I did it anyway. I was wrong. 

I’m so sorry, baby. 

 ~*~ 

 Tony? 

 ~*~ 

 Peter said you left the Tower. Please--i didn’t mean to chase you away. Please come home. 

 ~*~ 

 I’ll leave. I’ll take all of them with me, and leave you in peace. But please come back. 

 ~*~ 

 I’m sorry. 

 ~*~ 

 Don’t go. 

 ~*~ 

 He comes back. He thinks, for a brief moment, about slipping in while it’s dark, before he remembers this is his fucking Tower, and he isn’t sneaking in like a goddamn criminal. 

He comes back, an explosion of noise, flanked by Rhodey and Pepper as he strolls through the common area, and brings all the Rogues to a stop. 

Pepper ignores them completely, rattling on about SI and missed meetings, looming deadlines and a problem in R&D and he nods along, hiding his smile when Wanda shifts, angrily. “Send Pete down to R&D, get with Friday about the deadlines and meetings, and I’ll have everything on my desk signed and in your assistant’s hand by morning. Good?” 

She huffs, and he grins, drops a kiss on her cheek before she gives the Rogues an unimpressed glare and stalks away, already on her phone. 

Tony takes a moment to breath, and then shifts, turns his attention to the team staring at him with mixed expressions. Resignation and dislike and confusion and hope. 

“Rogers, we need to talk.” 

Wanda tenses, “You don’t really think--” 

“I think,” Tony says, sharply, “that this is my home, my property, and if you are going to stay here, your leader and I will be having a conversation. That isn’t asking for much, but if it is? No one is keeping you here.” 

Wanda’s eyes are wide and furious and there is a soft red glow to her fingers. 

“I will stay with you,” Vision says, abruptly appearing. He’s kept his distance from the Rogues since they returned, and the sight of him jerks Wanda to a hard stop. 

“Vis,” she whispers and Tony huffs. Turns his attention to Steve and arches an eyebrow. 

“Now?” Steve asks, startled and Tony smiles. 

“Now.” 

 ~*~ 

 Steve doesn’t say, after, what he and Tony talked about. 

But they don’t leave, and Tony doesn’t leave and Bucky thinks--maybe that’s saying enough. 

 ~*~ 

 I don’t trust wanda. 

 Wanda is Steve’s problem, Bucky babe. Not mine. 

 She’s dangerous. 

 Yep. But she’s also under his protection. So until that changes, my hands are kind of tied. 

 I won’t let her hurt you. 

 That’s a sweet sentiment--but it doesn’t change anything. 

I think it does. 

 ~*~ 

 Steve Rogers in his workshop was becoming a familiar and disturbing occurrence. Tony huffs and says, “FRIDAY, we have a pest problem. Call the exterminators?” 

“Sure thing, Boss,” she answers chirpily, and Steve rolls his eyes. 

“What can I do for you, Cap?” 

“I read them. The Accords. And the pardons you negotiated.” 

Tony freezes and Steve gives him a searching stare. “Why didn’t you tell me, you were trying to bring us home?” 

He doesn’t say, I thought I did. 

“Because it wasn’t done. Didn’t make a lot of sense to promise something I couldn’t deliver. And last time I brought you something and tried to explain it, we ended up destroying a German airport.” 

You almost killed me. Rhodey was paralyzed. 

He bites back the words. The accusations. There’s no room for them, not if they’re going to fix things, and he’s tired enough to admit, to himself, that he wants to. 

He’s scared enough, of the threats beyond their tiny blue planet, to admit that they have to. 

“I was never going to give the Avengers to a bunch of politicians, Rogers,” he says, tired. Quiet. Not looking for a fight, just trying to explain and hoping that maybe this time, Steve would listen. “I was always going to rework the Accords, make them something we could live within, work within--and maybe, maybe when we fight whatever alien army that lands on our doorstep next time, we’ll have more than the six of us and a ill-timed nuke. Maybe the rest of the world can pull its weight.” 

Steve stares at him. “We’re supposed to protect them.” 

“We can’t,” Tony answers, simply. “Not without their help. We can’t save people who don’t want to be saved, Steve.” 

Steve is quiet, for a long time, and then. “Wanda is going to stay with Barton, for a while. Strange has agreed to work with her, try to train her. But the distance--the quiet--it’ll help.” 

Tony blinks at him, and Steve flashes him a smirk, something that’s almost what they were, once upon a time, before Ultron and Triskelion and Bucky. “Figure out what you’re doing with my best friend, man. The pining is getting unbearable.” 

 ~*~ 

 “Do you like having them back?” 

Tony glances at Peter. The kid is frowning at the suit, gaze intent as he plays with the wiring--but he know this kid, know him better than he probably should at this point, and it’s not hard to see the way Peter flicks a look at him, curious and weighted. The way the question is deliberately casual, like it doesn’t mean anything when they both know it means so much. 

“I haven’t decided,” Tony says, honestly. “It’s a lot.” 

Peter nods, and there’s something very tired in his gaze, something that makes Tony ache. “Is it--I’m still angry.” 

“Because of Siberia?” Tony asks, gently, and Peter’s gaze flicks to him. 

“Because of Siberia. And because they came back, but only Mr. Bucky ever apologized. That isn’t right, Mr. Stark.” 

He pauses, and puts his tools down, gives Peter his focus. “I know it isn’t, kid. I--there’s a lot going on. A lot you don’t know--” 

“What, you mean about Maximoff’s parents? About Cap lying to you?” There’s a bite to Peter’s voice that pauses Tony in his tracks. “I know more than you give me credit for, sir.” 

“So what do you think,” he says, throwing the ball back at Peter. If he knows the kid as well as he thinks he doesn't, he knows he thinks something. 

“I don’t trust Wanda. And I don’t like Cap. Wilson--he follows orders. They’re stupid orders and I think that’s the problem with him--but I can’t fault him for being loyal.” 

Tony’s lips twitch a little at that, and he pokes the bear. “And Bucky?” 

Peter smiles, a teasing, happy thing that makes his heart ache to see. “Mr. Bucky is the only one I do trust.” 

 ~*~ 

 My kid likes you. 

 I like him too. 

 My kid shouldn’t like you, Barnes. 

 All your kids like me, Tony. Even the bots do. 

 You make that sound like an achievement. 

They like everyone. 

 Is that why DUM-E gave Wanda a motor oil smoothie? And used the fire extinguisher on Sam’s wings? 

 Shut up. 

 ~*~ 

 They’re smart, you know. 

The kids. 

For liking you. For trusting you. 

 Baby 

 ~*~ 

 I miss you. 

 I’m right here, baby. Until you send me away, I’ll be waiting, right here. 

 ~*~ 

  Can you come to the workshop? 

 ~*~ 

 Bucky steps out of the elevator anxiously, and freezes there. 

He's heard about the workshop, of course. He was head over heels for Tony and even if he could manage to forget that, there was Peter and Rhodey and the casual way they peppered talk of the technological wonderland into every conversation. 

So he's heard of it, but it's different, stepping into it. There are projects scattered around like half-wrought miracles, holo screens glowing in the air, a  line of shiny cars and one that's rusty and in pieces. The bots are chirping and whistling as they chase each other around the room, and Tony shouts at them. 

Because in the middle of it all, is Tony. In ratty jeans and bare feet and a black tank top that leaves Bucky's mouth dry. His hair is messy and his arms are sweat slick and smudged with grease, and he looks beautiful. 

Utterly breathtaking. 

He makes a noise, small and hurt and Tony and the bots pause, twisting to him. 

DUM-E whistles, shrill and pleased, and drops the screwdriver he's taunting U with to race toward him, arm waving maniacally. 

The bots cluster around him, plucking at his sleeve and his shirt, tugging him deeper into the workshop, toward Tony and he looks up, smiles helplessly. 

"Sorry," he says, and Tony shakes his head, waves him off. 

"I should apologize," he starts and Bucky snorts. Laughs. 

"You don't ever have to apologize because the kids like me, Tony." 

It makes Tony pause, makes him study Bucky a little harder, and Bucky is quiet, let's him look his fill, content to take the ball Butterfingers presses into his gut and roll it gently across the floor and grin as the bots all shriek and race after it, fighting and bumping into each other. He grins, and looks back at Tony. 

He jerks, almost as if slapped. "Right. I--I have something for you." 

Bucky straightens up and follows Tony. "You don't--I won't be upset if you don't want it. I just--I--" 

"Just show me, darlin'," Bucky murmurs and Tony flicks a look at him, and then nods, short and choppy and throws a schematic from his tablet to glow in the air before them. 

It's gorgeous. Sleek and metallic, but a deep matte black, with hints of gold, a bare shoulder. "Tony," Bucky breathes, and Tony fidgets. 

"I kept the plating--it gives you more motion and the fingers. I might have hacked the Princess' server to find out about the neural interface, so it should be compatible with the hardwiring you have left behind--but there's upgrades. Better sense receptors and reaction time." 

"Tony," Bucky says again, helpless. 

"You don't--I was working on Rhodey's legs and it got in my head. I'm not going to be upset if you don't want it. I just--it's here. And it's yours. If you want it." 

"Why?" Bucky asks, his voice hoarse. "Why would you do this for me?" 

Tony flushes. Bites his lip and Bucky twists, drags his gaze away from the beautiful arm that Tony *made for him, to the man himself, beautiful and so close Bucky can feel the warmth of him, against the skin of his right arm. "You hated me. You didn't know." 

"I didn't," Tony says. 

"You hated me," Bucky says, brokenly. 

Tony softens, his gaze gentle and his fingers in Bucky's shirt twisting and soft. "I never hated you. I was--I was so angry. But I never hated *you. I never could." 

Bucky makes a noise then and he presses close, almost--almost--kissing Tony. He stops, just barely, hovering, breath brushing hot against Tony's lips.

"Tony," he whispers, pleading. 

"You dumbass," Tony breathes, and yanks him forward. 

It's hard, messy, desperate. Bucky's hand is hot and heavy on Tony's hip, and that touch, that grip on the man grounds him. It's sloppy and not very good, and then Tony's fingers slide into his hair, grips and *tugs, just enough to change the angle, just enough to drag a hungry groan from Bucky, just enough to turn the kiss filthy wet perfect. 

"Bed," Tony manages to press into the kiss, drags over his lower lip with his teeth, and Bucky makes a noise he'd be ashamed of it, it didn't makes Tony shiver against him. 

He's herded back, back, until they leave the workshop for a small room set to the side. Bucky sees a small fridge, a battered couch, and then he's being pushed down onto a bed, and Tony is crawling up him, chasing his lips, and rocking down against his hardon. Bucky's hand on his hip grips, convulsive, and it makes Tony breath a laugh against his lips, giddy with triumph. 

His laughter is the sweetest damn thing Bucky's ever tasted, and he wants it, wants it forever. 

He's so damn gone on this beautiful brilliant bastard. 

"Tony," he whispers, helpless and entranced and it settles some of the frenetic energy rolling off the genius, who stretches himself out, rubbing slow and soft against Bucky as he kisses him, soft and deliberate and thorough.  

"Gonna let me see you, darlin?" Bucky asks into the sticky slow kisses.

"Yeah," Tony breathes, and he pulls away to wiggle out of his jeans, shoving them down and off without hesitation and or shame, tugging off the tank top with the same impatience that leaves Bucky's fingers shaking and his mouth dry. 

He reaches for Tony, without really thinking, just desperate to get his hand back on that sleek beautiful body, desperate to drag that warm skin and strength back against him. "Lemme blow you," he murmurs against the warm, sweaty skin of Tony's throat, and feels the man shudder against him. He smiles, and presses Tony to the mattress and slides down his body. 

Later, he'll take his time, tease and taunt, play with him until Tony is begging. 

Later, he'll give Tony his mouth, work him open with lips and tongue and finger until Tony is shaking and sobbing and coming against the sheets. 

Later, he'll grip Tony's hip and fuck up into him as Tony rides him, slow and syrup sweet and soul shattering. 

Later, he'll do all of that. Later. 

Because for the first time, he thinks--they have a later. 

They have a future. 

For the first time, he isn't afraid of the silent dark phone forgotten in his pant's pocket. 

He shoves his jeans off and let's Tony help him from his shirt and they've barely collapsed back on the bed before Bucky has his cock in his mouth, and Tony's fingers in his hair, and the deep groans and bitten off curses fill the air, and it's not everything he wants, not yet, not yet--but it's damn close. 

He closes his eyes and gives himself up to this beautiful man and thinks, I love you, I love you, I love you. 

 ~*~ 

 Tony wakes up alone,  sore and sticky, aching in that way he does when he's had very good sex. 

Tony wakes up alone, to the familiar sound of his bots beyond the door, and Bucky's voice low as he teases them and plays with them sounds so right it feels familiar. 

The phone buzzes next to his head, again, and he picks it up and smiles at the text that’s waiting for him.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚apple of my eye ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Chapter II

gang!au, gang member!han jisung, florist!reader

chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X

a/n: this was,,, uh very difficult to write;; see notes at the end for the meanings of the flowers. please beware because this is a fairly heavy chapter!! ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ

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warnings: angst ohmygosh so much angst, blood/bruise mention, allusion to abuse, gun mention

Jisung was a mess when the both of you arrived at his Grandmother’s house. You knew that he was trying his best to compose himself, but you had never seen Jisung this way. He was trembling with anger, speaking quickly as he tried to explain the situation to his grandmother. His hands were in fists, about to turn white when you took them into your own and massaged them open. His grandmother was understanding, leading the both of you into a spare bedroom without saying more than a few words. Jisung held you until you pretended to fall asleep, the hum of his heartbeat comforting you. And when he thought you fell asleep, he laid you down gently and pulled out his phone. You felt hazy and dizzy, the crying had exhausted you, so you could only make out a few words from the angry conversation he was having on the phone.

“Do you think..” he said angrily in a hush tone, “There’s gotta be something we could do...What do you mean? They’ve crossed a fucking line now!”

You stared at the monkshood that you kept under your pillow, it was beginning to wilt and die- but the message it conveyed did not. It had been a week since the incident, and it had also been a week since you’ve last seen Jisung. You had called and texted, but he nearly never answered. And when he did, he was vague and curt, assuring you everything was fine. You told him you wanted to call the police, and Jisung had immediately called- pleading you not to, and to wait for him to sort some things out. You were confused, and hesitated to agree, but if there was one person you trusted, it was Jisung. You shoved the monkshood back under the pillow and rubbed the tears welling up in your eyes. In the meantime, you learned that Jisung’s grandmother had a bakery only a few blocks from your now ruined flower shop. As you stepped into the kitchen, she motioned you over to sit and have some tea.

“He’s a good boy,” Mrs. Han said suddenly, “But he can get into trouble.”

You swirled your tea, unsure of what she had meant. “I owe Jisung a lot,” you said quietly, “He’s the first friend I’ve made since I moved her.” Mrs. Han looked at you sadly, taking a long, slow sip of her tea as she played with the petals of the arrangement you had recently made for her. “You’re nice,” she said, “I just wanted to warn you.” She sighed, getting up as she finished the rest of her tea and smoothed out her apron. “Do you want to help me make some bread?” she asked, smiling softly, “It might get your mind off of things for just a bit.”

You kneaded some bread alongside Mrs. Han as she retold you some of her stories with a little Jisung. “So you could imagine our horror when we found the videos he posted online,” she laughed, “He was grounded for the longest time. I still haven’t seen Jisung as embarrassed as he was that day.” You smiled, trying to imagine a pre-teen Jisung cursing at a camera, trying to be all intimidating when he looked like a baby squirrel. Finally, she put the bread in the oven. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think you should go for a walk,” she suggested, “I love your company, but you haven’t been outside all week.”

And so you did. The problem is, you had nowhere to go. No one to see. You had moved here alone, with no contacts. And when you arrived, all you worked on was your shop and your flowers. So that’s where you went, telling yourself you just wanted to see how far along fixing the shop the contractors where. As you approached the familiar streets, the apartments and the stores that filled them, you didn’t expect to see Minho inside your shop. When he noticed you entering the shop, the wind chimes you set on the doors swaying and making noise, he looked more than surprised.

“Uhh,” he paused, “What are you doing here?” You closed the door gently, afraid the cardboard would fall out of place. “This is my shop,” you continued, “What are you doing in here?” He paused, leaning on the counter that still had a mess of glass and flowers on it. “Jisung gave me the keys you gave him,” he explained and paused to then quickly add, “I’m here...investigating.” You began picking the flower stems off the flower, careful so your hand would avoid the broken stand’s sharp edge. ���Investigating..,” you bit your lip, “Investigating what exactly?” You looked up, making uncomfortable eye contact with Minho as he frowned. He tapped his fingers as he tired to give you a formulated response. “I can’t really tell you,” he finally said, “It’s not something you need to know.” You clutched a white chrysanthemum in your fist, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. It was getting hard to breathe again, your chest tightening. You didn’t want to confront Minho, you didn’t want to fight him, and even as your vision got blurry- but that’s exactly you did do. You wanted to trust Jisung, you did, but it was getting harder and harder. You stood there, tears streaming out of your eyes faster than you could manage to wipe them off with your sleeve. “It’s my store,” you said between breaks, “I should know! I- I deserve to know! It’s not fair!” You felt like a child throwing a tantrum. It’s not fair. The phrase echoed in your head as Minho shook his head, sadly. His gestures and voice softened as he told you he’d wait until you had gotten some of your things to leave.

You walked past a pile of trashed anemones as you made your way up the stairs, discovering a mess even worse than a week ago. You held your breath, trying to control your breathing, making an attempt to appear strong and sure of yourself. But you weren’t. You felt as though you had lost everything and anything that could’ve possibly mattered to you. Last week, your room had been a mess, yes but the furniture wasn’t tossed around. Your clothes weren’t all over the floor- your journals, your books, the pages littering the bedroom floor. But most of all, a bundle of fresh marigolds sat in a pretty vase upon the only upright furniture in your room- the vanity. You sat in the seat, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, lips still trembling and upturned eyebrows digging concern and sorrow into your forehead. You rubbed the petals, watching it fall on top of the vanity slowly.

You did your to take only what you need back to Ms. Han’s place, but only because Minho insisted that you couldn’t stay there. Minho didn’t want to let you fix the furniture, claiming that there was a need to preserve the crime scene. Because that’s what it was, a crime. Someone had broken into your home and your shop, trashed it, and stole all your money. But you did anyway, not out of rebellion, but because you wanted to pretend it was all okay. That everything was normal, it felt like if you acknowledged that everything was going downhill, and very very fast at that- that you would truly come undone. You’d lose everything you had fought for, betraying the very reason you had moved in the first place.

“Do you know anyone that might do this?” Minho suddenly asked from behind you, “Like anyone, anyone at all?”

You looked at him in fear through the mirror, shock sending fear up your body and making the hair on the back of your neck rise. It brought back a flood of memories, and you were angry at yourself for not thinking of it before. The thing was, you had tried to forget about it. You had done everything, your best to repress and reject the most horrific two years of your life.

“Yes,” you said with a shaky breath, “I do.”

It made your stomach drop to have to go back to that time in your life, it made you tremble with fear. You didn’t want to think about how he could have found you, how he could know where you were right now and what you were doing. If he was watching you as you thought about him. The truth was, you had gotten into a big mess two years prior, and were still paying the price for it. You didn’t know at the time that he imported and exported drugs, and you especially didn’t know how violent and obsessive he could get.

“We’d only gone on a few dates,” you explained quietly, “A few texts, that’s all. But once I found out that he messed with drugs ‘n shit I tried to turn him down as nicely as I could. But he was angry-”

“Was he in a gang?” Minho cut worriedly, “___, was he in a gang?”

You turned to face a fidgeting Minho. “I think so,” you sniffed, “I think it was called N/S?” Minho just short of jumped off the bed, and grabbed you by the wrist. “We have to go,” he said quickly, “If I had known that it was this serious, I wouldn’t have even…” Before you left, you shoved a bunch of the love letters in your jacket pocket and before you could finish stuffing them in, you and Minho were running down the stairs and into the streets.

That’s when it started. The gunshots. They echoed and ringed in your ear. You had been in this situation before, running in vain from something you couldn’t escape. Minho pushed you behind a corner as he pulled a hidden gun from the inside of the waistband of his pants. He shot up into the sky a few times before pulling you and running. The ride on Minho’s motorcycle was more than dangerous, it was life-threatening. He was speeding, not even bothering to put on a helmet- he was making sharp turns and running every light he could.

“I’m gonna kill Jisung,” he said under his breath, “I’m gonna kill him dead.”

It was a few minutes until you had reached Ms. Han’s house, and Minho instructed you not to leave until you had gotten the okay from Jisung. You stumbled into Mrs. Han’s house as she took your shaking body into her arms.

“I told you that boy was trouble.”

You replayed the scene in your head multiple times, and it got scarier every time. But you had stopped crying, instead you stared at the love letters in your lap trying to deduce if they were malicious or not. You didn’t think he’d be able to find you here, in an isolated town, far from the capital, halfway across the world. But he did, you don’t know how, but he found you. You felt trapped, suffocated. You almost died by his hand once, and this time, you weren’t so sure you’d be able to escape again. As you shoved the letters into the nightstand, before you could slam the drawer shut, you heard a thump on the floor.

It was Jisung.

A bleeding, bruised Jisung.

You scrambled to the floor, picking him up. “Please don’t tell my grandmother,” he laughed bitterly, “I think she’ll kill me.” You helped him sit against the wall as you scrambled to find a first aid kit. It was hard to see through your tears, but you braved through, wanting to be strong for Jisung. You cleaned his cuts with rubbing alcohol, fingers trembling, wincing when he winced. “You’re pretty good at this,” Jisung commented, trying to make the tension in the air lighter. “I got into a lot of trouble when I was younger,” you responded, “I had to take care of myself.” You put the gauze down to wipe your tears. “How did this happen?” you asked, “Who did this to you?” You continued to wrap his arm when he took your face into his hands suddenly.

“Hey,” Jisung said softly, “Hey, look at me.”

And you did, his signature sunflower smile plastered on his face. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, your tear stained cheeks, and finally your lips.

“I’m alright,” he said finally, “I’m more than alright.”

You continued in silence as you finished cleaning up and taking care of him. The both of you falling asleep in each other’s warm embrace.

But as the sun shone on your face through the blinds the following morning, you saw an empty space where Jisung was supposed to be.

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white chrysanthemum: truth

anemones: forsaken

marigolds: cruelty, grief, jealousy

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The Sound Of Your Voice

Part 7 : Consequences��

Summary: The Avengers rescued you from one of the last HYDRA facilities. Discovering your abilities, The Avengers take you in. You try to explain what happened to you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse, violence, human experimentation, language

A/N: I know this one is quite a ride... If you’re wondering about the song lyrics- I’ve based it of THEY from Jem. It was hard to pick something that fit into the story, but this one has the lyrics I’m looking for… -any feedback is appreciated! If you like it, reblog it. 

Series master list here

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The mission was a success, bringing in key targets from HYDRAS crumbling organization. Bucky doesn’t want to know anything about them, but they see him and only fear is reflected. He ignores them, having other things in mind. They were soon dropped off to the proper authorities. 

The fly back home takes too long for him. Tense and anxious to see you again. Steve has said nothing to him. Knowing that you are ready to tell all. He asked Bucky to be there, so he won’t be alone. His best friend only agreed, lost in thought. 

Just then Tony approached Steve, glancing at Bucky. Sternly, he directs his words carefully at Steve. 

“Vision sent a message,” Steve looks up at him from his seat. “Is everything is ok?” “Peachy. Y/N, has locked herself in her room since we’ve left. She’s been blasting music since then.” Steve is confused, so is Bucky, whom perked up at your name. They’ve been gone for almost two days now. “Friday has scanned her room, but says she has lost visuals, and the music is too loud to detect anything over the microphones.” Bucky was worried now, you never shut yourself out like this. Maybe being alone was a bad idea. “And Vision?” “She doesn’t let him get near her.” Bucky doesn’t want to hear this anymore, and gets up. “Steve.” He was one step ahead. “Clint, how far out are we?” “ETA is 15 minutes, is there a problem?” 

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When they arrive, the compound is quiet, all lights are off. Friday greets them, no one else does. Bucky’s heart races, he doesn’t wait and jumps off the quinjet, jogging to the door. Steve following right behind him. “Friday, whats going on?” Stark’s demeanor now serious. “Wheres Vision?” Wanda follows Steve inside, fearing something happened between you and Vision. 

Bucky is almost to your room, confused as to why its so silent. “Steve, something’s off.” Steve stops next to him, both looking down the hall way to the rooms, all the lights are off. A soft glow emanating from under your room door. 

“Vis!” Wanda calls out, he appears from a wall next to her. “Oh! Vis! You scared me!” He stands next to her, switching from his red form to a human one, hugging her. “Whats going on Vis? Why are all the lights off?” He holds her and speaks slowly, “I believe Y/N is trying to regain her powers full potential.” “What?”

Bucky placed his hand on the door knob. Looking at Steve before he does, afraid what he might find. He pushes in the door. A soft light enveloping them. His eyes are lost, and he’s speechless when he sees clear light emanating from the center of the room. Pulsating, music blaring from your speakers, bass rumbling his body when he stepped into your room. Ripples forming, emanating and then lost with the waves all over the room. As if they were peeking into a clear pool of water. The force was numbing and strong.

He took a step back. “Shit.” Steve looks at him confused. “What is it?” Bucky puts a hand out in front of him, into your room. “Feel it.” Steve does the same, his expression changes to amusement. 

“She’s confined the music’s energy to her room?” Bucky nods, “You can feel it.” Looking in he only assumes that you’re inside that light, so bright he has to look away. “I’m going in.” He covers his eyes, takes a step in, instantly he covers his ears instead. The music surrounds him, almost squeezing his breath away. The pressure, its like walking under water, voices, rumbling, bass, everything is lost, like all the songs are being mixed and payed at the same time. 

‘Soldat.’

Reaching the light, he touches it with his metal arm, and it instantly sends a vibration that travels up to his shoulder. “Y/N!” He yells with all his might but his voice is lost in the sound. “Y/N!” He tries again, this time his vibranium arm striking the light with all his strength. The vibranium arm absorbing the shock. ‘Bucky.’ And then he feels it, a whisper. A sudden silence surrounds him, the music dies but the words linger:

“I’m sorry it's like this..”

His eyes widen, seeing you stand in front of him, surrounded by the light. Emanating from you, like an angel. But your eyes, your eyes are different, they are silent and irises blown. All emotion from you is gone, unresponsive. Your lips part and he realizes he didn’t imagine the whisper. He freezes, it was you, it was your real voice. A weird sensation invades his core.

 “I'm sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry, we do this….”  

“Bucky!” He can’t tell who is shouting. Adrenaline kicks in, heart palpitating and he feels strange. He holds his head to gain balance. He see’s it. He feels it. Like flashes at the end of a rifle. He lets out a blood curling scream.

——

Steve ran into the room as soon as the music had stopped. The room no longer encased in the strange energy. His eyes never left Bucky when he stepped into the room. He didn’t know how to react when he saw her, illuminating the room. He didn’t know if it was because Bucky had been aggressive toward her. When he held his head and let out the most painful scream he has ever heard. He assumed Y/N was hurting Bucky.

“Buck!!”

The lights came on again, flickering. Steve grabbed Bucky and shook him hard, but his eyes were wild. His voice faltering, he stopped screaming, then he cried. He seemed lost, much like the broken Bucky that awoke from horrible nightmares. He now turned to Y/N, he was unsure if she was causing him pain. “Y/N! What have you done to him?!”  

She stepped back and glanced between both Steve and Bucky. Her mouth barely shaping the words.

“I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry its like this.” 

Steve couldn’t believe his ears, she was singing. Bucky seemed to be lulled by her, but kept his eyes fixed to the ground, hands becoming fists. She took a deep breath and looked around her like she had just woken up. Her eyes finally landing on Steve and Bucky. Tears began to run down her cheeks. “Soldat?” Steve stepped between them. Bucky lost his balance, and held onto him.

“Y/N. What happened?” Steve asked, worried for his best friend. You didn’t move, your eyes filled with sorrow. Wanda and Vision at your door now. The air filled with tension, like she was the enemy. 

“Unlocked his memories.” Your voice was a whisper but you carried it to their ears. Soft and sincere, making Steve’s heart flutter. Her voice gave him goosebumps. He tried shaking it off, as it enveloped him.

 Trying to help his friend, he held him up under his shoulder. He had seen that look before of desperation, regret in his eyes. A single tear ran down Bucky’s nose and landed on the floor. That pain that Steve could never fully understand.

They stood there far too long in silence. 

When you finally broke your gaze from Steve you simply walked out. Past Wanda and Vision, whom looked at you strange. The lights flickered when you walked past them. Your heart sank, you wanted to disappear, because now he knew what HYDRA had done to both of you. 

“Steve?” Bucky finally said. Long after Y/N, Wanda and Vision had walked away.

“Yeah?” “I can’t...” “Hey.” He patted his shoulder, half carrying him out of there and back to his room. He let him sit in his bed. Bucky was lost, he didn’t want anything at the moment. His head throbbing and his ears ringing. Memories came to him at random, when he was pulled out if cryo. His screams when they wiped him. The handlers using the trigger words and instructed him. The first time he saw her. When he fist trained her, knocked her down, hit her again. She was faster, she had abilities. He remembered their first mission, their handlers close behind them.

His hands gripped at his knees, fingers losing color. ‘Soldat.’ Nausea and vertigo, he was glad he was sitting. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. Trying to regain his balance, the world was tilting.

Smells, sounds and feelings attached to the memories flooding in. The first time she spoke to him, no fear, no contempt just a straight forward voice. Her voice was what he remembers vividly, calming, soothing, sweet and always present. He holds his head again. The vertigo subsiding. Bucky laid down, not listening to what Steve has said. He wanted to sleep it off, to try to piece everything together. He wanted to make sure that he could put it all in order. 

“Buck? I’ll be back.” Steve stepped out of his room, knowing his friend will talk to him when he’s ready. Bucky was stifling his tears. Steve take a long look at him before he closed the door.

—-

Y/N didn’t stop walking and went down the hall. Past Sam, Natasha and Clint. “Y/N?” You wanted to be carried away from here, anywhere but here. You were distant, your demeanor blank. You didn’t answer anyone that called out to you, just kept walking. You headed to the elevator. Pressed the button and waited. 

“Y/N!” Steve called out to you, but you jumped in and wanted the elevator to close faster. He ran, you pressed the button repeatedly, he managed to get in as if the doors were waiting just for him. 

Steve breathing steady, turned to you. His large presence intimidating you. “I know he’ll come to, when he’s ready.” You kept your mouth shut, bitting your lip. “Y/N. Is there anything I need to know?” You realized you hadn’t selected a floor, the elevator still. You brought your hand up but Steve caught it. “Y/N.” His hand squeezed your wrist softly. “Talk to me.” You laughed, and smiled his way, your voice raspy. 

“Do you like my voice Captain?” You had a sting in your heart, your voice matched it. You hated it when they gave you orders to open your mouth. To sing, to use your voice. Steve released your hand, his eyes scanning yours, trying to understand. You didn’t say anything more, but proceeded to select the ground floor. 

“How?-I mean, your voice is back. And suddenly you break Bucky’s head? Forgive my language but-.” He sighed, his hand running through his hair. “The fuck just happened?” She didn’t want to explain, maybe it was too soon, maybe she shouldn’t have made Bucky remember. “It doesn’t matter now.” Your voice quieter than before. “He’s not going to want anything to do with me after this.” “Why Y/N? You didn’t do anything wrong. Do you know that he‘s struggled, trying to piece his mind together for a long time? Ever since he saw you in the snow? He knew--he knew deep down that you were—” Her eyes met his. “-What? I was what?” Steve stepped back, not knowing if it was his place to say. “He loves you, he will never do anything to push you away, Y/N.” 

Your heart was pounding, you didn’t want to break Bucky’s heart. Deep down you knew your relationship was built on a lie. You wished they had never awoken you, wished you were dead somewhere where Bucky couldn’t find you. So he wouldn’t need you. “Y/N?” The elevator doors opened, you had never been outside. All these months you were comfortable staying in, training, learning, accepting what was your new reality. The bright sunshine hurt your eyes as it flooded the tall glass entrance. 

You walked up to the double glass doors and looked out, afraid that if you did step out, you would never turn back. Steve slowly followed behind you.

“Y/N.” You watched his reflection, standing next to you. You really considered running away, disappear forever. You felt like you broke the only place you were able to call home. “Steve?” He turned to look at you, sensing maybe you felt guilty. He wasn’t sure if it was because of your past with Bucky. “I-I want to go outside.” Before Steve could answer, Tony did:

“I don’t think you should, birdie. Or maybe ‘DJ?’ Life of the party?” You didn’t turn around, you felt like Tony had something up his sleeve and you weren’t sure if you were going to like it. 

“Look Y/N, I don’t think you should go anywhere. You broke Cap’s best friend, the power to the facility is acting funny and you can...speak?” Steve swallowed hard, knowing Y/N was probably going to be confined in the compound now. “Tony,” he started. “She’s not our prisoner.” “Nope. Cap. Im just asking that maybe she can explain what happened while we were gone.”

Steve put his hand on your shoulder, the contact sending him tingles up his arm. You turned to him, tears in your eyes, “I’ve never been outside.” 

—-

You wanted to disappear, in all honesty you cursed your sensitive ears. Watching Steve and Tony argue about you, Natasha briefly came by to tell them something. She glanced at you, her demeanor was stoic. No longer a friend maybe? You looked away, at anything, the conference table, the black mesh chairs. You felt your heart sink but tried your best not to listen distracting your ears by tapping you fingernails on the wooden table.

“No, no. No!” “Cap-just listen! She’s unstable--“ “Tony!-you do this and I swear to God!-“ “It’s just for today—“ 

You don’t want to hear it, your nails tapping louder, shaking the table. You were angry, mad at Tony for handing you the music. You thought maybe if you hadn’t been given that, maybe you would be in Bucky’s arms right now. You missed his hands, his calm breathing parting your hair when he was so close. His scent of eucalyptus and musk. His hair always tickled your face, lips so soft it made you melt.

You snapped out of your trance when Steve opened the glass door. 

“Y/N.”

You nodded as they both sat across from you. Steve takes a deep breath and begins. “We understand that you have had something to do with-“ “Mostly breaking our stuff.” Tony cuts Steve, he reacts by lifting a finger at him. “Wait.” You shift in your chair. “I’m sorry.” You apologize but your expression is bland, making it seem insincere. Steve continues, “Its nice to hear your voice. We are happy that you‘ve recovered when frankly no one expected you to…. Except Bucky.” Your lips twitch at the mention of his name. “You have come a long way from the girl we met in the snow.” He was hesitating. “But we need you to tell us everything you know.” They looked expectingly at her. A pregnant pause before you open your mouth. “I don’t know...where do I start?” Your voice now tiny and scared. “From where do you remember?” Tony said, this time with a hint of tenderness. You looked between them, inhaling trying to calm your nerves. 

So you begin:

“I don’t remember if I ever had a family. Where I came from or why I was there. I do know that the handlers woke me, instructed me and threw me in a room full of small girls and left me there.”

Your eyes drifted somewhere far. 

“They were younger, so I looked after them. At first they would feed us and clothe us. And the girls-my little sisters-they trusted me.” Your voice cracked, memories flooding in. You could feel the chill air from the dank cells. It was all too real as if you were watching them all over again:

The girls huddled together for warmth. The cold floors made their bodies ache, sobbing and silent. You took their hands and made games for them. Sang to them, held them close when they cried. You loved them and counted them every night. Because no matter what, you knew they took one, every night without fail. You tried so hard to remember their names, their faces, but there were too many. You couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat unless they were taken care of first.

When the handlers came with men in white coats. The little ones were asleep, and you fought them so hard so they wouldn’t take her. One if the youngest, she had unruly hair. Large hazel eyes, small but a happy child. She was asleep when they took her. You begged them not to take her, to take you instead. The handlers didn’t tolerate it and beat you. Striking you with metal batons. You never saw them, what happened to them.

When it was your turn, they were all awake. Small cold hands touching you, crying. Your little sisters watched in terror, only a few left from the crowd you used to have. Multiple handlers lined them up, their tears and cries only growing when the men began to beat them. “Please. No.” You begged the handlers to stop. “Once you shut up, we can go.” You straightened up and complied, but they did not stop.

What followed was a fog, pain, whispers, falling in and out of consciousness. After this time seems to distort, you don’t know where you are. You skin feels like its on fire. You head pounds. You feel like your underwater, drowning, no relief. Pressure from all sides, you hear crying. You feel a warmth wrap you, hot like the sun. But you don’t remember ever seeing it. You’re deaf, blind and every inch of you screams. Beeping, needles, white coats, mumbling. Whispers of words that never form, you try to fight it. Your body longs for release, for it to end. More crying, not realizing its yours. Your ears picking up every sound. Their breath over you, palpitations, screeching rubber shoes on slick tile. Rubber snapping, a scribbling pen. Someone chuckles, a fog over your head, metal clanking and your whimpers.

—

You pause lost in thought. Both men slowly taking in what you described, what you experienced. Steve stood and brought you a glass of water. Your heart pounded, rushing through your ears. You take the glass and drink but the glass cracks under your shaking hand, spilling water on yourself. 

“Y/N?” You tear up, “I’m sorry-“ “It’s ok.” Tears welling up, but your voice doesn’t fail you. “No, its not.”

“You’re doing ok, you can take a break from this at any time.” Steve was holding your hands between his. Leaning over you, wrapping an arm over your shoulders. You sob and you feel strange to share so much. “I know. I want to continue.” “You sure?” “Yes.”

She shifted in her seat, looking up to Tony. She could feel his stare sizing her up. Steve stood up and took a seat next to her. 

“How do you know how much of that was real?” “What?” “Tony-“ “No. I want to know. Y/N? How do you know HYDRA didn’t try to mess with your head?” You looked at him like he had grown another head. “What?” You paused and thought. 

You knew what he was asking. He was asking if you were manipulated by HYDRA. The answer was yes, of course. But you didn’t want to relive that part of your life just yet. Your chest felt heavy, ”I-“ Steve answered before you could. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reminded you. You touched his hand, sending him a thankful tingle. 

Mustering up a fire within, you looked at Tony dead in the eyes, “HYDRA knew what they were doing. They took everything I was and manipulated me. Changed the very foundation of my identity. They took everything I had, gave me a new family and took it away all over again.” You leaned forward, letting your voice boom right at him. “So yes. They fucked with my mind. I may not have all the answers but I do know that I would do anything to keep the people I love from suffering.” 

There was a rattle of the glass vibrating over the table. Tony glanced at it, then at you.

“Fair enough.” Tony stood, “Take a break kid. Get cleaned up, and then we’ll talk more. About those loved ones that you hurt.” He walked away, his words stabbing your heart. Guilt spread over you, it felt like Tony knew more than what he was letting on.

Steve still gripped your hand. “Y/N?“ You knew what he wanted to ask. “Steve, I don’t want to talk about him.” You looked at your his hand, gently resting over yours. You tried to steady your voice, your emotions were building up in your chest.

 “About Bucky…Steve, can you promise me something?” Steve was concerned, this was the second time he had been asked. His brow furrowing, “Is there something I should be worried about?” “Steve-If Bucky- if he remembers everything…” “Yeah?” “Promise me. Promise me that when he pushes me away-“ “When?” You nodded, “When he does, please let me leave.” “Where are you going to go?” You shook your head, tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want to be here when he realizes what I’ve done.” Steve gripped her hand. “Y/N? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that they didn’t make him hurt me. I was made to hurt him.”

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Part 8: Pieces

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ZIP is a frequently used archive file format in daily life. Extract Zipped Files with PowerMyMac - Unarchiver Part 6. Reasons Why Unable to Expand ZIP Files Part 3. Check the primary status of your Mac including the disk usage, CPU status, memory usage, etc. PowerMyMac Scan your Mac quickly and clean junk files easily. If you don't feel like help from third-party software, we have also collected some basic solutions below. Here is a tip: Download FoneDog PowerMyMac and use its "Unarchiver" feature to expand ZIP on Mac easily and quickly. While the 7-zip encryption is actually quite good and can make a password very difficult to crack, weak passwords will end up harming you in the end.Before We Fix Unable to Expand ZIP on Mac Issue:Īfter several years of coding programs for MacBook, we have created an all-in-one tool that is suitable for every Mac user. That’s it! Super quick and easy to crack this if you have a weak password. php files available to us in our present working directory! Let’s test this by running 7z x backup.7z again, but entering delete when prompted for the credential. Hashcat -m 11600 lightweight7z.hash /usr/share/wordlists/rockyou.txtĪfter some time, we see that our password is cracked. We find that we’ll need mode 11600Īs long as you have a wordlist ready, let’s throw this at hashcat! Let’s run hashcat -example-hashes and search the results for 7-Zip. First, we need to identify what numeric value hashcat assigns to 7-zip archives. With the hash in hand, we’re ready to pass the hard work over to hashcat. To write my changes and quit, I’ll enter :wq We should be left with only the hash now. With the cursor at the top, I’m going to enter 10x while still in command mode so that I delete the first 10 characters. Now let’s vi the file so we can remove the first bit. usr/share/john/ backup.7z > lightweight7z.hash I’m just going to rerun the command again and output the results into a file named lightweight7z.hash Now let’s run this tool against backup.7z.

#.7Z MAC FULL#

With that package installed, let’s locate 7z2john and copy the full path.

#.7Z MAC INSTALL#

Sudo apt install libcompress-raw-lzma-perl -y If you get an error when trying to run this tool, you may need to install the following package. To proceed, we’ll need a tool called 7z2john. We can start by using zip2john, but we find that the tool is unable to obtain the hash. When prompted, I entered password in the example below, but that did not work. We try to open the archive using 7z, but we’re prompted for a password that we do not know. Our goal is to crack the file named backup.7z. To begin, we already have the archive we wish to crack on our filesystem. Please note that this post does not intend to serve as a walkthrough for the box. I’ll use LightWeight from HackTheBox as an example for this guide. But what happens if you come across an encrypted 7zip archive? The 7-Zip encryption is actually quite good and can require a lot of time to bruteforce, but this guide will show you how weak passwords can still break good encryption. This post is a continuation from my last regarding cracking encrypted.