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are-you-still-writing-that · 10 months

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What kind of Yandere are Bonten?

Request of @study-milk : HII it's not so much of a scenario as more of a question. So of the tokyo revengers guys (for ex. Bonten) which ones would you categorize as affectionate obsessive vs territorial obsessive.

Like those who's obsession falls under love sick who will pursue you openly and quicky vs territorial type who play a slow game of winning your sole attention.

Sorry if I ask too much❤️

First of all I have to apologize for taking so long! You request was so interesting, but I was so busy with everything else, that I could barely dictate some of my time do it! Also, if you wanted something differently please tell me! <3

(I also decided to do a bit more for you, though if you want me to elaborate on someone, just tell me...)

PS: You don´t ask too much. I actually very much enjoyed writing this request. It was a lot of fun!!

So first of all, I gotta figure out, who of the guys is obsessive and not only possessive. What is the difference?

The guys with the possessive trait want to own you, want to be the single thing your world revolves around. Incredibly jealous and will disturn and shut down conversation he ain´t a part of. He feels entitled to you.

The obsessive trait is more focused on getting to know his darling. Every little piece of information is carefully squirrelled away, to come out again in the right moment. He will bask in the warmth that your attention brings him. Always watching, always learning more.

Though both of these things are not incompatible. They can happen at the same time. The same guy can be both obsessive and possessive.

Obsessive: Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanagaki Takemichi, Shiba Hakkai, Akashi Takeomi, Hanma Shuji

Possessive: Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu, Draken, Angry, Hanemiya Kazutora, Haitani Ran, Shiba Taiju, Smiley, Baji Keisuke

Both: Kakucho, Tachibana Naoto, Kokonoi Hajime, Haitani Rindou, Mikey, Mitsuya Takashi, Kisaki Tetta

As you can see, that we have 5 boys for the exclusive obsessive traits, most of them, with 10, are in the possessive category. And at last, we have another 7 in the mixed category. These guys present clear traits in my opinion of both categories. So it isn´t quite clear if they´re being possessive or obsessive. This is also where most of the Bonten members are in, who are by the way all in bold. I left out Mochizuki, because I can´t quite grasp his character.

In the request, there was made a difference between affectional and territorial obsessive. And I think, I might be able to draw a line for those things as well. If you look at the request the terms were actually very nicely explained already.

Affectional seems to align more with being so in love, that it makes him sick, and you as well. Constantly draped over you, talking about things that you can connect over. He puts in a lot of effort to be seen in a very positive light by you.

Territorial on the other hand is intent to whisk you away from any other person. He tries to become your focus as well, but instead of him enforcing it like the possessive trait would, he wants you to choose him over and over again.

Affectionate: Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanagaki Takemichi, Haitani Rindou, Mikey, Mitsuya Takashi, Sanzu, Draken, Hanemiya Kazutora

Territorial: Shiba Hakkai, Akashi Takeomi, Hanma Shuji, Kakucho, Tachibana Naoto, Kokonoi Hajime, Kisaki Tetta, Kurokawa Izana, Angry, Haitani Ran, Shiba Taiju, Smiley, Baji Keisuke

At the last moment, I decided to sort the possessive traits also into affectionate and territorial, even though like I predicted most of them landed in the territorial category. Only Sanzu, Draken and Kazutora got into the affectionate category, because I felt like it was needed to point out, that these guys are majorly affectionate. I also decided against using a middle ground between affectionate and territorial, because I felt like I wouldn´t be able to decide if not making definite choices.

Well, enough of that! Instead I would like to focus on what we have. The affectionate trait is carried by 8 guys, which only makes it more obvious that most of the guys are territorial, with 13 guys.

So I think it is pretty easy to say, that possessive and territorial are the more popular traits with the Tokyo Revengers guys.

I come back to Bonten again though:

Sanzu is affectionate possessive. He uses his affection to possess his darling completely. He will enforce his rules, but he tends to act quite lovesick and overly affectionate most of the time. He will whine and cry, and fuss over his darling, being intimate without chasing other people away, bodily at least.

Kakucho is territorial obsessive and possessive. While he wants to know everything about you, he tends to use this information to keep you better for himself. He has also the bad habit of infantilizing his darling, for which he will use the collected knowledge. He also tries to keep everyone, hence being territorial.

Takeomi is territorial obsessive. While he wants to know his darling as well, he kind of uses them as an emotional crutch. He became dependent on them without him realising. He needs to keep them as close to him as possibly, without being able to show them how he feels for them, which is what makes him so territorial, while being obsessive.

Koko is like Kakucho territorial obsessive and possessive. He wants to know you to better win you over for himself. It will point him in the right direction, to talk about the right things, to get you the right things. Though his main goal is territorial at its core. He wants you to be dependent on him, that you will always run back to him, because you simply can´t live any more without him. And he will ensure, that this will happen.

Rindou is affectionate obsessive and possessive. He is very affectionate with his darling and constantly wants to spend time with them. This also leads to him learning a lot about them, and his darling being constantly on his mind. His possessive trait comes from him growing dependent on them, and being afraid of them being taken away from him. So he will ensure, that this won´t happen. It´s fed from his separation anxiety.

Ran is territorial possessive. He wants to own his darling, and doesn´t want other people getting their grubby paws on them either. He feels entitled to the affection and time of his darling, and doesn´t really care for their opinion of him.

Mikey is again affectionate obsessive and possessive. In a manner he is very similar to Rindou. They have the same problems. He is dependent on his darling, wants to desperately keep themself and fears the thought of being separated from them. He tries to hide it though, and some days he comes across as more territorial than affectional, though other days he will cling desperately to you the whole time, unwilling to let you go.

I think that this is it from me. I hope it doesn´t sound as formal as it looks to me at the moment, which can be attributed to me writing a lot of essays these past few months. A lot..., so many... Sometimes I could really hate what I study...

So @study-milk, I hope you and the rest of the guys enjoy this request! I had a lot of fun writing this, and hope you will have just as much fun reading it!! <3

#yandere headcanons #yandere #xreader #tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #bonten #yandere mikey #yandere rindou #yandere ran #yandere sanzu #yandere kakucho #yandere takeomi #yandere koko

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Jordan Nobbs x Reader

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Posted: 05/05/23 Edited: 09/07/23

Prompt: A Jord and Ona fic, with that interaction on the field included - anon

AN: not Jordan x Ona but the interaction is included. Also Jordan’s ex is not based on Leah as I don’t think she’d act like that ✌️

“Jordan what are you doing?” leaning over the back of the sofa to see your best friend flicking through her ex girlfriend’s Instagram photos again; “this isn’t healthy; it’s been 3 months since you broke up!”. Throwing her head back to look up at you, her eyes in her forehead because she’d heard you say that one too many times. Your words clearly hadn’t sunk in as she’s still stalking her ex, snatching the phone out of her hand and shoving it into your back pocket and walking away. “We’re going out tonight, I’ll be your wing woman” you called back to her from the kitchen, Jordan whined your name in frustration as she watched you swan out of the room “but I don’t want to go out!” she shouted through to the kitchen. “Tough shit, you need to get over her and the best way to do that is getting under someone else” you said as you handed her a glass full of whatever alcohol that was left over from your last house party.

“What about Ona? I saw you two flirting on the pitch the other day” you teased her. “What are you talking about?” Jordan asked trying to cover her cheeks that were turning red, she knew exactly what you were talking about but continued to deny any knowledge of it. Jumping onto the sofa next to her and opening TikTok you scrolled through the copious amounts of edits of the “you were” comment after Jordan was offside. “That wasn’t flirting!” her tone turned defensive “are you sure, cause those eyes guuuurl they ain’t nothing!” shoving your phone into her face. It was hard to deny the clear and obvious evidence of flirty behaviour between them both. “Shut up!” she snapped elbowing you in your ribs as she got up to walk away, soon realising you still had her phone and demanding it back. Standing up you towered over her waving the phone above her head, “when you can reach it, you can have it!” you smirked knowing there was no way your tiny friend would be able to. Folding her arms and glaring at you she knew there wasn’t any point in trying to win her phone back. Jordan being only 5ft3 and you 5ft9 meant you weren’t intimidated by her stance, telling her to find something cute to wear before running away to your room and locking it behind you.

A few hours passed when you returned to the kitchen to mix another concoction before proceeding to Jordan’s room. “You better be ready!” you called out before opening the door, clapping your hands gleefully at the sight of her dressed up and ready to go. Handing her the cocktail of mysterious liquid you ordered the taxi “where are we even going?” she asked while spraying perfume on her neck and wrists. “The only place you need to go to get over an ex.. Coyotes!” - your local gay bar in Birmingham. “I’ve never been to a gay bar!” Jordan seemed a little apprehensive “well there’s no better time than the present is there?” you tipped the glass up from underneath as she sipped so she’d down your awful tasting drink making her wince. “They’re so intimidating!” her whinging had started again and you could not bare it. Walking up behind your friend to untuck the hair from her blazer, you looked at each other through the mirror “Jordy, don’t you always have a good time with me?” your words pandering for compliments of your immaculate track record of nights out. “Debatable!” she scoffed. Your eyes shot daggers at her through the glass until she gave in, “yessss!” she agreed with an eye roll just to shut you up. “Thank you! Now let’s go and find you a wife!”

Leaving the taxi you dragged your best friend into the club. You were so excited when you heard she was transferring to Aston Villa, you’d first met in England’s U15s and have been friends ever since. You’ve never been on the same team before and now you get to live with your bff, winding her up every single day just like you’re both 13 again.

“I don’t know where to put my eyes!” Jordan shouted over the music then looked to the floor to avoid any and all eye contact. Drag queens on the stage, scantily dressed people dancing on podiums… to be fair to her, there was a lot going on. Taking her hand to lead her to the bar, you ordered your first drinks then set up shop by the pool table allowing her to get used the the atmosphere. She only had to keep her eyes on you, the balls and who was winning. You let her win to build her confidence cause that’s what friends do and after a few games and drinks she had warmed up to her surroundings. Taking her blazer off to go and dance, she tried to entice you over with her awful moves while you tried to scout out a good match for her. Laughing from the sidelines you thought she’d never find someone to spend the night with if her dance moves are anything to go by so you went over to help her find her rhythm. Standing behind her and holding her hips to get her into the groove of the music, you then backed off to give her some room to shine.

Your bestie deserves the world and you’re so fed up of her still pining over her ex, you never liked her anyway and didn’t see what Jordan saw in her. She deserves someone who cherishes her and explains the jokes she doesn’t understand, not take the piss out of her. Jordan was always the butt of her jokes, always showing her up in front of her friends and demanded she stayed at the club she was at even though she wasn’t progressing there.

Frustratingly watching on as a few contenders came close but soon backed away when Jordan didn’t talk to them, you made your way back over to her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted so she could hear, she shrugged like she didn’t have a clue what you were talking about. “You’re not gonna go home with someone if you don’t talk to them!” you tried to encourage her. “What am I meant to say?” she replied. You were getting fed up with her ‘I don’t have a clue how to be a human being’ act and started responding sarcastically - something Jordan knows all too well happens when you’re frustrated. “Oh I don’t know, anything! You literally said nothing!” your voice now becoming exasperated with shouting over the music. “Okay okay, what about how’s the weather?” she laughed at your expense. She knew exactly what she was doing, she hadn’t got through 30 years of life without knowing how to talk to people. “Oh my god Jord! Weather really gets a girl in the mood! You’re not even trying!” the sarcasm taking over you now, there was no going back - sarcastic bitch is now your personality for the evening. “That’s because I don’t want to try!” she told you forcefully.

If you were a good friend, you’d have stopped pushing. But you’re a great friend, so you didn’t. “Are you seriously telling me there’s no one here you think is remotely attractive?” holding her shoulders and encouraging her to look around. Jordan glanced from the dance floor and to the bar before her eyes dropped back onto you. “Well there is one, I guess..” her voice seemed uncertain but you were glad you were finally getting somewhere. “Great! Tell me who and I’ll set you up” unable to contain the excitement that was brewing with the mission. “I can’t!” she shook her head smiling, breaking your hopes and your patience. “Well just show me then!” your eye widened in pure irritation. Jordan held your gaze for a few seconds until you got impatient and hurried her along with her decision “come on!!”. Taking your shirt into her fist and yanking it down to bring your head closer to hers so she could reach your face, she bravely and unhesitatingly kissed you.

Your eyes still open in shock at what was happening and a look of confusion on your face caused her to stop and break apart from you. Staring at each other in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by bodies, your eyes and mouths wide open in panic. Your blank expression caused Jordan’s face to turn bright red as she turned and sprinted towards the exit. Grabbing your coats and bags you followed her outside into the night, your long legs managing to climb 3 steps at a time meaning you swiftly caught up with her, yelling her name into the darkness begging her to stop. You had no idea where she was heading, just running down the street in the middle of winter without her jacket on.

Luckily you’re a footballer who knows how to keep pace as you grabbed her arm to stop her going any further, spinning round to look at you her words came out so quickly that you barely had time to process what she was saying. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was doing, it’s the drink, I don’t want to ruin our friendship!” her head fell into her hands firmly embarrassed about what she’d done. “You don’t need to apologise Jordy, I didn’t know you felt that way about me” you said calmly, placing your hand on her shoulder to reassure her you weren’t judging. “I- I don’t” she stammered which is her tell when she’s lying. Slumping down with her on a nearby bench to try and get the truth out of your friend, liquid confidence now wearing off you wrapped her blazer around her shoulders. “When did this start?” you asked her gently, wanting her to know you’re still her best friend and care about her deeply. “Since I met you” she looked down at her shoes to avoid your eye contact. “That was 17 years ago Jord!” you said shocked that she’d been keeping this in for nearly two decades. “I know! We were young and didn’t know what it meant to love someone, let alone another girl. Then we grew up and went to different clubs and we didn’t see each other as much, we both got in and out of relationships at different times and I thought I’d rather have you as my friend than nothing at all. I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I just didn’t want to jeopardise anything but now we play for the same team, we’re both single, we live together and those feelings just came flooding back. I was looking at her photos to stop myself from thinking about you.” You let her finish what she had to say, it took a lot for you not to interrupt her and when she finally looked up from the floor, you didn’t know how to tell her what you wanted to say. Holding her cheek you brought her face closer to yours, trying this again as your lips locked together, eyes closed and taking your time. Her hands moved into your hair as your second kiss of the night became deeper before pulling apart again. Jordan’s face looking relieved and slightly shell shocked - “I didn’t want to find someone to go home with cause I only ever want to go home with you” she smiled.

#Jordan Nobbs x reader #jordan nobbs #lionesses #woso masterlist #woso x reader #lionessss x reader

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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hi hi, would u be able to give us any oby facts and headcanons that maybe won’t be mentioned in the story?

OF COURSE NONNIE in fact i'd love to bc i've barely been able to write these past two days bc of work and . i miss them </3

they fuck at the very least once a day (usually more tho)

james goes to pick reg up from work whenever his job allows him to

this means that when he gets impatient waiting for reg to change he goes inside the staff room (since reg's coworkers already know who he is) and corners him . bc he can't wait long without putting his hands (or mouth) on reg

they've gone for quickies inside there SO MANY TIMES

reg is an absolute disaster in the kitchen, he keeps himself alive through instant ramen + the meal deals at tesco + what they feed him at work, so james cooks for him whenever he gets the chance

reg has a priv twt acc where only barty + the twins + sirius follow him and he makes very feral threads about james there (without mentioning james during the time sirius doesn't know)

reg's coworkers gossiped about reg and his mysterious partner for WEEKS bc he started being glued to his phone during shifts and he kept smiling and they barely know shit about him

mistletoes are Forbidden ever since that first christmas they all spent together after oby jeggy had finally made it official and they . ended up under one and what started as a very cute very soft kiss ended up as a heavy make out session with reg up against the wall, legs around james' waist and them grinding against each other in front of . everyone

james doesn't do casual. when he says to reg that he hasn't had sex in a while . he actually means that he hasn't had sex in over year . since his last relationship in fact

the first person james told about reg is lily (who is his literal ex and to whom he was engaged to mind) since she's the only safe option

sirius finds out about the daddy thing . and once it's out peter weaponises the shit out of it whenever he needs something from james

"reg james is being stubborn about dinner and i feel like having pizza tonight could u maybe drop a 'daddy' and change his mind"

reg scowls and rolls his eyes and refuses to play along just to turn around and drop a 'daddy' whener it suits HIM

barty asks reg at some point about who other ppl he's fucking apart from james since they're technically only hooking up and reg has a fucking breakdown when he realises 1. he's only been fucking james for months and 2. they're not exclusive which means james Must be fucking other ppl

i've already mentioned their need to be constantly touching skin on skin which . brings me to my next point

in winter or . just when it's cold and reg is all bundled up in a scarf and gloves and touching turns a lot more difficult bc of all the layers . james grips him by the back of his neck

he just slips his hand under the scarf and they walk around + stand around like that (me and mil are so feral over this)

reg does top a lot more often than ppl might think (and i cannot wait to write it)

despite how much reg loves sucking cock, james doesn't let him do it that much bc he'd much rather spend the time eating him out

oby james has a bit of an oral fixation (all of my james do tbh) so he's never happy with eating reg out once or until he comes one time . he goes all out

reg and peter make bets about how long it'll take james and sirius to go back to normal once the secret is out (reg cheats and wins)

and i'm gonna shut up now bc this has already gotten . too long

#asks #anons #fic series: only by you

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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fool for you ~ jjk | 3

Jungkook wants to go to another party, but you have other things in mind.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.7k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, light touching(?), sexual innuendos, long hair yoongi shows up for a like a split second, jungkook is a sweetheart, mild jealously, flirting, this is just a very sweet chapter ✨ a/n: i'm in shambles after writing this chapter. honestly, i think i included too much lol. also, i'm a california babe at heart, so yeah, you'll see why :) but anywho, i hope you all enjoy this sweet, fluffy chapter. 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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The next day was hell. You vowed never to get drunk again. One of the stupidest things you've ever done. And for what reason? What exactly did it prove? Almost certainly nothing. Jieun probably didn't think much of you after last night. She was right. You could barely hold your liquor.

You groaned, rubbing your temples at the pounding in your head. Someone seemed to be stomping around all night with no intention of stopping.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," said a cheerful voice, making your head throb even more.

Ugh–what time is it? And it wasn't Lyla's voice. You groaned again as you opened your eyes to see Jungkook. What exactly was he doing here, and how did he get in?

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" Looking down, you realized you were still wearing the same clothes you wore the night before, and you didn't have a bra on - instead, you noticed it on your chair.

Oh god–what did you do? And who took off your bra? Did you? Did Jungkook? At least it was a cute bra.

You rubbed your face, noticing the black on your hand as you drew back. You didn't even wash your face? You groaned again, pulling your duvet over your face, embarrassed that Jungkook had witnessed your worst behavior.

Jungkook chuckled. "Mm. That is precisely why I am here." He tried to pull the duvet, but you held on tight, refusing to let go. "No, but I'm going to a party tonight, and you're invited."

"Another party? We just went to one." You whined, pulling the cover down and scowling at his request. The last one was a disaster, and you didn't want another round with Jieun if she was going to be there - fighting with his ex wasn't part of the deal.

"That was yesterday," he said casually as he sat by the foot of your bed, motioning for you to lift your feet and place them on top of his thighs.

You stared blankly at the cute boy, who suddenly became at ease enough to sit on your bed and begin massaging your feet. You quickly backed away from his grasp. "I have to study today. Sorry, Jungkook, you'll have to go alone."

With only a few weeks left of the semester, your world literature final wasn't going to ace itself.

Jungkook wavered in his thoughts for a moment, then turned to you. "What if I help you study, and then you go with me to the party? It's a win-win for everyone."

He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Did he want another night like last night? "You know, other than drinking and partying, there are other ways to have fun."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, holding his hand to his chest. "There is? Like what?"

"Skip the party and find out."

Jungkook was intrigued, as demonstrated by his expression. He appeared ready to say something, but you cut him off: "Study first, then we'll have fun."

You flipped through your index cards while glaring at Jungkook. What was the point of him joining you and helping if he was only going to sleep? So you struck him in the shin beneath the table.

"Wha–what's happening?" He asked, poking his head up, all sleepy-eyed.

"Wake up, Jungkook! I thought you would help me study," you yelled at him in hushed tones. He muttered something that you couldn't understand. "If you're just going to sleep, go to the party. I'll see you whenever you want, "You fussed as you packed your laptop and books.

So much for being a friend. Did he not know the first thing about what friends do for each other? This exam was worth 20% of your grade, and you weren't going to let some stupid boy hold you back.

"Hold on–sorry, I'm up. I'm up," Jungkook perked up, reaching for your arm, but you were already down the aisle, returning the book.

"It's fine," you wave him off as he follows you. "I'll just go back to my dorm to study." You shook your head. You had no idea what you were thinking when you asked Jungkook for help or even to be your friend. Really, it was stupid - wishful thinking.

You set your bag down next to you, on your tiptoes, trying to reach the second row from the top, and the stupid books would move for you to put back the book. Jungkook tried to take the book and help you, but you refused. Looking around, you grabbed a step stool and attempted to replace the book.

"Lemme help you, come on."

You ignored him, tippy towing the books with your fingers barely touching the edge. But you finally pushed the book through a spot, relieved that you didn't need Jungkook's help.

You faced Jungkook, ready to step off the stool, but you lost your footing, landing in his arms and causing a commotion as the stool collided with a row of books.

"Clumsy much?" He teased you while helping you to your feet.

You gave him a scowl. "Jungkook, if you don't want to be my friend, that's fine. That's it; our deal is over."

You wouldn't put effort into a friendship if he didn't care about his end of the bargain.

"Hey–" He held your arm, causing you to turn to face him. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just not used to this whole friendship thing. Jieun and I never really had that–we were never really friends."

You huffed. It wasn't surprising to hear Jungkook say that–girls were probably ready to jump his bones at any second. Some part of you also felt pity. Maybe Jungkook just didn't know how to be a girl's friend. Not everything had to end in sex—it was never your intention, even if you fantasized about it.

"Forget about the party–it's dumb anyway. What do you need help with? I'm here, and I'm game for whatever you need."

"It's fine, Jungkook. I'm gonna go back to my dorm and study."

"Hey–I meant what I said about being your friend. Come on…"

You sighed, not responding to him. You weren't going to tell him what he should or shouldn't do, and he was free to do whatever he wanted.

Because you didn't respond, Jungkook was unsure what you expected from him. So he followed you out of the library, back to your dorm. You were a few steps ahead of him, and every now and then, you'd look back to see if he was still following you.

You came to a halt as you turned around. "Jungkook, please stop." You couldn't figure out why you were getting so worked up. Over what? Because Jungkook refused to be your friend? You expected him to give it his all. Your deal didn't last long, and he couldn't keep his end of the bargain. Did guys that look like Jungkook just not know how to be friends with girls or something?

He moved closer to you. His size towers over yours. When he was close, the familiar fresh scent of his body wash mixed with his cologne began to provide comfort. When he softly called your name, you were distracted from his gaze.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You waited for a beat before doing what he asked. When you saw him darting from your eyes to your lips, you peered into his dark brown eyes, your heart racing. You sighed, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for falling asleep and not helping you like I said I would. Can you please let me make it up to you?"

You glared at the cute boy. "Can we skip the party? I'm not looking to get wasted again."

He chuckled. "We'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" You cocked your eyebrow.

As he hummed, Jungkook's lips pursed into a pout. He was curious about what you had planned and what it would involve.

You couldn't help but indulge in self-care after Jungkook said he was up for anything, especially after a drunken night. This will make your skin very happy. You told Jungkook he couldn't complain or whine about anything you had him to do tonight.

Light conversations led the two of you to talk about your favorite movies.

"You've never seen The Breakfast Club? It's a cult classic,” with your mouth agape, you inquired. Who hasn't seen this movie? You were baffled by his lack of knowledge of pop culture or good pop culture.

Jungkook shook his head. "Nope. I've never been a fan of those kinds of films," he said as he carefully removed the sheet mask from its gleaming silver packaging. He pulled it apart and smoothed it over his face.

"Oh my god–" you exclaimed in disbelief. "We're watching this movie right now," you complained as you pushed yourself out of bed to find the remote.

As he lay against your pillows, he groaned in frustration. "It's late, and I'm going to fall asleep."

As he whined, you chuckled at his panda face sheet mask. You had already forced him to paint your nails and his, but the night was far from over. This was your revenge for your previous drunken night. "I'll punch you in the balls if you fall asleep during this movie," you threatened.

He narrowed his eyes at you, grinning, "If you want to touch them, just tell me."

He's at it again, using your crush on him to flirt. Your eyes widened as you balled your fist, raised your arm, and prepared to punch him in the groin. In case you weren't joking, Jungkook quickly blocked his goods.

"Told you, you were different. Other girls would have jumped at the chance to touch them," he slyly said while grabbing a pillow from behind him and placing it next to him. He shifted his weight and spread his legs. "I'm just saying—they're yours to take," he laughed.

You reasoned that two people could play that game. Your gaze darkens as you move closer, crawling between his legs, and kneeling in front of him. When your hands gently caress his thighs, he visibly gulps, inching closer to his ever-so-lightly growing arousal. "Don't flatter yourself, Jungkook," you flirted.

He gave you a half-smile as he looked away, then back at you. Feisty, he thought. "We gonna watch this movie or what?"

Throughout the night, you'd look at Jungkook to see if he was having fun. He appeared to be most interested in the snacks. You rolled your eyes at his constant nibbling. You were wondering how much a guy could eat.

Surprisingly, Jungkook did not complain throughout the movie. He'd pause to comment or laugh, but there were no protests.

The final scene came with John on the field, fist in the air, and the infamous ending credit song, Don't You Forget About Me, by the Simple Minds.

Jungkook thought it was amusing when he discovered you humming along, wondering how many times you'd seen this film. Was it your go-to movie? What did you find so captivating about it? The characters? The romance?

Clicking the TV off, you turned to face Jungkook. "'Kay–question for you."

He shifted himself, mirroring you. "Go for it."

"Who do you want to be in the film?" You posed a question to everyone who saw the film with you. You liked it because it gave you a taste of who they were.

"Easy–John."

You chuckled. Of course, he did. "And why's that?"

"He's carefree, doesn't give a shit about what others think about him."

You wondered if that's how Jungkook was rebelling - by getting a full sleeve and piercings. Bet it didn't go over well with his coach, especially the piercings on his eyebrow and lip.

"And who is the character that represents you the most?"

"Andrew."

It was the obvious choice. Jungkook is a wrestler, so it was easy to connect with him. You'd heard through the grapevine that he'd transferred in on a scholarship and was under the same pressure as Andrew. You can't imagine what Jungkook has been through.

"Are there times when you wish you weren't a wrestler?" You couldn't help but inquire. You could tell he was more than just a jock.

He pondered the question while softly drumming your mattress. "Both yes and no. I enjoy wrestling. I'm good at it, but I wish my father weren't an ass about it. When he brings it up with me, it takes the fun out of it, and I become stressed. That's probably why it's always easier to fuck and avoid talking about real life."

You guessed he was talking about Jieun and his previous relationships. "Is that why you can't make friends with me? Because you only fuck around?"

Jungkook chuckled. "We're not fucking around right now, are we? So I guess I'll say I'm doing a pretty good job of being your friend."

You had to give him that. He was sweet for doing everything you asked of him tonight. The whole night turned out to be a lot of fun.

"And what about you, huh? Who do you want to be, and who are you really?"

You answered this many times, and your answer has never changed. "I want to be Claire, but I'm Brian."

"You wanna be a princess?" Jungkook wouldn't have pegged you as a princess type, considering you didn't like that pet name.

"No, not necessarily. Sometimes I just want to be noticed—but not always. I don't want to be the center of attention all the time. But I'm not sure, and all I want is to be noticed." You weren't demanding that guys wait on you hand and foot, but it would be nice to be wanted once in a while.

Jungkook hummed, wavering over your answer. "It's not everything it's cracked up to be, you know? Being popular can be annoying at times."

You laughed. "Are you implying that you're popular?"

"Yeah, I'm so popular that I have to get a fake girlfriend just to keep all the girls away from me," he remarked sarcastically.

"By the way, why is that? You're just average looking, "You teased him by gently tossing a pillow at him.

Jungkook scoffed as he realized you were joking. "You can ask someone else to hold your hand next time." He threw the pillow back at you, but you were able to catch it in time.

"You should ask one of the hyenas outside your door the next time. I'm sure they'd want much more than just to be friends with you. "You huffed angrily and crossed your arms. He'll never give up the hand-holding, will he?

"Anyway, I'm glad you asked me to hold your hand, and I'm glad I asked you to be my pretend girlfriend. It's nice to have someone to talk to, you know? So I'm glad we've become friends," Jungkook said as his gaze softened.

"Don't tell me; you'll get all sappy on me now, Jungkook. We've had good banter with one another," you quipped back.

He chuckled softly as he shook his head. He wondered if this was how you downplayed when someone showed you kindness and compassion.

"So, I should probably get back to my dorm. It's getting late."

You quickly checked the time on your phone. It was nearly midnight, and even though you didn't have classes the next day, you needed every minute to study, so it was time to call it a night.

"Yeah, right, of course," you smiled. "I'm sure you have things to do and have to wake up early."

Jungkook crawled out of your bed, grabbed his backpack, and put on his shoes before heading to the door, and you followed closely. He stepped through the threshold and opened the door. Before continuing on his way, he turned around and waved goodbye.

You felt a minor ache in your heart as you watched him walk away after only a few hours together, and a part of you wished he could stay longer. You hoped he'd look back, but he didn't, so you went back into your room, remembering the fun night the two of you had.

He did take one more look, unnoticed by you, catching a glimpse of your bunny slippers returning to your room. He wished he could stay but didn't want to cross any boundaries as a friend.

The next day, bright and early, at eight o'clock, Jungkook closed the door to his car, holding a bag of chocolate croissants and a drink tray of hot coffee. Because of his rigorous wrestling training, he was used to getting up at dawn. Since the season had ended, his body had been waking up like clockwork. He thought he'd be a good friend/fake boyfriend and bring you something delectable to start your day.

When he knocked on your door, to his surprise, you didn't answer. "Namjoon-hyung?"

"Oh–hey, JK," he answered with a low, hoarse voice, holding the door ajar. "Are you looking for your girlfriend?"

Jungkook peered in to see Lyla snuggled under her duvet. "Yeah, I am, actually. She's not here?"

"Nah, man. She left early this morning and had to study or whatever."

Jungkook slung his backpack over his shoulder, careful not to spill the coffee or drop the croissants. "Did she mention where she was going?"

Lyla popped her bed head up, sleepily looking at Jungkook. "She's at the coffee shop, on the second floor by the window, tucked in a corner."

He thanked Lyla for her response before leaving the two lovebirds. He never imagined Namjoon and Lyla together in a million years. That's great for them, he thought, and everyone deserves to find someone with whom they can have fun.

It was still early on campus, and only those doing the walk of shame, hungover, or studying were awake. Jungkook noticed a few girls and one guy doing the walk of shame back to their rooms across campus. He chuckled slightly at the sight.

When he approached the coffeehouse and looked up through the glass window, he noticed you sitting alone, intensely writing, your eyes darting back and forth between your textbook and notebook. Being so fixated on studying, he found you endearing. He'd never met anyone so obsessed with school before.

He was about to take a step when he noticed someone stealing your attention. He didn't recognize the person, but he'd find out soon enough. Jungkook sped up his search for you and this mysterious man. He came to a halt as soon as you came into view; he'd never seen you so happy, giggly, and almost unrecognizable. The man who was drawing your attention was dressed in an oversized white tee, dark slacks, and sandals. His hands ran through his long dark locks while flashing a gummy smile, which you warmly returned.

You shifted your gaze away from Yoongi when you noticed Jungkook carrying a drink tray and a pastry bag. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, "Jungkook? What are you doing here?"

Jungkook made his way over to you and this mysterious man. "Hey—just wanted to bring you some breakfast," he said, holding up a bag and a cup of coffee.

"Um, thank you. You didn't have to," you admitted with a shy smile, "Oh-Jungkook, this is Yoongi. Jungkook, Yoongi."

You had feelings for Min Yoongi, the philosophy TA before you had feelings for Jungkook. He was always willing to go out of his way to assist you in passing the class, and your crush lasted a long time before Jungkook stepped in.

The two men in front of you nodded and stood awkwardly, waiting for someone to break the silence.

"Um—Jungkook is my boyfriend," you muttered quickly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Boyfriend, hmm? Good for you, sweetheart."

You shook your head at the pet name. "Don't you have better places to be, Yoongi?"

"I do, actually," he smiled, saluting you before leaving. "Later, sweetheart."

Jungkook sat across from you, setting down the pastry bag and drink tray. "Do you like him or something?" Jungkook asked casually, trying not to sound protective.

You chuckled. Was he jealous of Min Yoongi? "And if I did?"

Jungkook shrugged. "That's cool, I guess." He had no right to be jealous because you weren't dating. He didn't think you'd be into guys who looked like Yoongi, and he had no idea what kind of guys you liked besides him.

It was hard to suppress the smile trying to escape. "Are you jealous?"

He pointed to himself. "Pfft–Me? Jealous? Of what?" Jungkook was the top of his class, ranked first in the Western Wrestling Conference, and had a massive line of girls waiting for him. There was nothing to be jealous about.

"Yoongi's probably more interested in you than he is in me," you said simply, wavering your pen between your fingers.

He knitted his brows in confusion, then realized what you meant. "Oh…"

"It's cute that you're jealous."

"Am not."

You hummed mmhm, sending a smirk before returning to your studies.

"Didn't know if you ate yet, so I brought some pastries and coffee–even though it looks like you already had coffee," he said, pointing at the two empty mugs sitting on the window sill.

You may have overdone it with two lattes before eight o'clock. "I'm starving," you said, dropping your pen and grabbing the bag with your hands. When you opened it, you squealed with delight. The aroma of a fresh croissant filled your nostrils. "My favorite," you said as you bit into the flaky chocolate croissant. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here to help you study."

He was adamant about this whole being friends thing, wasn't he? A small part of you wanted to be a smartass but decided against it.

"Oh–thanks," you mumbled indistinctly.

Jungkook turned his ear to you. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. What did you say?" He teased, and he just wanted to hear you repeat it.

You sighed, annoyed with him. "I said thank you."

After a few hours, you were surprised to find Jungkook by your side, studiously helping you with no complaints or whining.

"Do you have a hair tie?" Jungkook asked as he kept combing his hand through his hair, but it kept falling back into his eyes.

You perked up after having your nose buried in your textbook for the previous hour. Your eyes wandered, wondering if you had an extra hair tie. Grabbing your bag, you shuffled for your beauty bag, pulling out a simple black hair tie.

"Here."

Jungkook held his hand out. He was just glad you had something, and he just needed his hair out of his face. His pitiful attempt to tie up his fringe was tragic, and you couldn't take it any longer.

You waved your hand, straining the chair from under you, and told him to give you the hair tie. "Come 'mere." He leaned his head towards you as you asked. You tied his hair into a little sprout quickly and easily, making him look adorable.

He straightened up and ran his palm against the small flower blooming on his head. Jungkook mumbled his gratitude before returning to his flashcards.

When you sat back down, you sighed. You'd already spent the entire morning and lunch studying, and your brain was hurting. You cast a glance at Jungkook as he continued to scribble. "Hey–let's go do something fun. I need a break."

Jungkook peered up, setting down his pen. "What do you have in mind?"

"Wanna try the world's biggest corn dog?"

"Okay, what the hell is this? And why is it so fucking big?"

You didn't take Jungkook to be one to complain about the food. You'd seen him eat some ridiculous things before. "There's a reason it's the world's largest corn dog!"

You'd been watching far too many TikToks when you came across this one, and it sounded too good to pass up, especially since it was in the same city as the two of you.

Jungkook insisted on sharing, and after five minutes of arguing, you finally caved. Your jaw dropped when your order number was called. Good thing Jungkook persuaded you to share. The corn dog was the size of your arm.

"Aren't you glad you didn't get your own?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Don't eat it all!" You cried when he took the biggest bite and took another mouthful before finishing what was in his mouth. "Jungkook," you grumbled. You were anxiously awaiting that corn dog.

He laughed when you playfully smacked his back. Goddamn, was this man pure muscle or something? You bet your hand hurt more than the slap against his back.

Half of the corn dog was gone when he turned around to face you. "Oh, my god. You owe me another one!"

Jungkook was ridiculous, so you stepped on the back of his calf, causing him to plunge forward. "Yah–okay, okay," he chimed, finding his balance again. "You're so violent." He finally handed you the corn dog.

"Don't mess with a hangry woman," you chirped back, taking a bite of the crisp cornmeal batter and juicy sausage. You were never one to care for corn dogs, but this one was delicious.

California nights were among your favorites, particularly watching the sunset at the beach. When life became difficult, it became a place of refuge.

You made Jungkook get you a plate of nachos with space cheese instead of real cheese melted on top and a heaping spoonful of jalapenos. Jungkook remarked that he'd never seen a girl eat so much, but he was glad you didn't mind stuffing your face in front of him.

"I love food. We were put on this earth to enjoy food."

Jungkook laughed. He was relieved that you were comfortable being yourself around him, as most girls were not. He had the impression that they were always putting on a show because he was Jeon Jungkook.

After a short walk along the beach, chit-chatting here and there. You noticed an open bonfire pit and suggested doing this one last thing before the night ended. The night sky was too beautiful to miss out on stargazing.

You were both unprepared for the beach. With no chairs or blankets, you two made do with digging your toes into the sand.

The afternoon with Jungkook was nice; being away from school allowed you to get to know him better. He was like other young adults your age, trying his hardest.

You two started talking about your friends, and he inquired about you and Lyla. You were surprised to learn that Jimin was his best friend. You only knew Jieun and Jimin slept together, but you were unaware of Jungkook's role.

"I'm sorry they did that to you. It's a pretty shitty thing to do."

Jungkook shrugged. "It's whatever. It just sucks to lose a friend, you know?" He said as he made a pile of sand in front of him.

You agreed with a nod. "It's hard for me to open up to girls, so the ones that I am close with. I'm gonna be loyal to them for the rest of my life. So, I couldn't imagine if someone did something like that to me, and it would suck for sure."

He flashed a bunny smile and nose scrunch, trying to ease the pain of his past relationships. "So, tell me, what is a friend to you?"

He wanted to know what you were looking for in a friend because you only asked him to be a friend, and maybe if he was brave enough, he'd ask what you look for in a significant other.

You sat with your toes in the warm sand, the heat from the fire illuminating your skin. You two sat in silence, collecting your thoughts and thinking up a viable answer for Jungkook.

"A friend is—someone who listens, doesn't judge you, calls you out when you're out of line, and somehow makes everything okay," you shrugged. "I'm not sure. At least, that's what a friend is to me, and everyone's definition is different."

Jungkook acknowledged your response. "Seems simple enough. I can do that." He smiled, flashing his bunny teeth - his smile had always been one of your weaknesses, and him being so close, smelling his cotton body wash, was driving you insane.

He's never had too many friends that were girls because they always turned into more than friendship fairly quickly. He's had guy friends, but it was hard to open up to them sometimes. Namjoon was the only person he could ever truly confide in. So, he appreciated that the two of you were friends first. To be honest, it was just nice to sit and talk.

"You wanna go touch the water?"

"You just wanna do everything today, huh?"

"Yeah, kinda," you softly chuckled.

Jungkook stood up, brushing the sand off his bare feet and holding out his hand for you to take. You were about to slap it away but resisted and decided to play nice because he's been sweet to you today.

So you took his warm hand in yours, and he whirled you up from your seated position, forcing you to dash with him toward the water.

The waves crept up to your feet, foaming ocean water bubbles making their way to you. When you turned around, Jungkook had already pulled his hoodie over his head, followed by his shirt.

"What are you doing?" You exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Going in. You said you wanted to touch the water."

"No, no, no…touch it, like with my feet, not immerse my whole body in it." You had a feeling somehow, somehow, he would convince you to go in.

And there was Jungkook, half-naked and ready to jump. He looked at you and extended his hand. "We've come this far, and you're not going in? Let's go. We'll go together." His puppy eyes didn't help matters.

You dipped your toe in, and it wasn't too bad, but you knew you'd regret it once you got out. "Ugh–fine!" You grumbled, grabbing his hand.

"On the count of three. One…two…three–"

You two took a step forward together. Jungkook came to a halt as the two of you were about to hit the approaching wave, allowing you to freefall into the freezing salt water. When you realize what has just happened, your mouth drops open. You stood there with your mouth agape, your hair and clothes wet.

When you turned around, you yelled his name, which caused him to clap and laugh. "I'm going to kick you in the balls right now! C'mere!" You yelled at him while sprinting towards him. He swerved to avoid you before you caught his ankle with your foot, causing him to tumble and land on top of him.

You smacked him in the chest a few times, grumbling at his trickery. He clung to your waist, squeezing it until you relaxed. His eyes softened as he drew you closer to his chest, your breathing slowing after you whined and complained. Jungkook laughed when he saw you and wondered if you were always like this. He carefully tucked a strand of wet hair falling out of place behind your ear, observing every detail of your face.

"Sorry, I lied," he whispered, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and mouth.

You rolled your eyes, then made your wet hair fall down, lightly dragging it across his face. "Now you're wet too," you uttered before pushing yourself off him.

Because your clothes were soaked, Jungkook offered you his hoodie as he slipped his shirt back on. You took it without hesitation. It was freezing after being soaked by the ocean water courtesy of Jungkook.

Jungkook escorted you to your dorm hall's lobby. You expected him to join you all the way to the door, but when you turned around, he remained a short distance away, so you decided to return to him.

If he walked you to the door, who knew what he would've done - staying out in the open was a safer option. Seeing you drowning in his hoodie didn't help his thoughts one bit.

"Thanks for today," you glanced at him, toying with the string on his hoodie.

He smiled as the corners of his mouth curved. "Anytime. Have a good night." The desire to lean in for a kiss was strong, so he quickly turned his feet and headed for the door, trying not to break your rules.

When you entered your room, you were greeted by Lyla, sitting on her bed, closing her book in her lap. "Hi, bestie. Where were you all day? Hmm?"

You bit your bottom lip hard, trying to stop the stupid smile from escaping. "Err–out with Jungkook."

She set her book on the desk beside her. "You're so in love with Jeon Jungkook," Lyla teased as she crawled under her covers.

"I–I am not," you huffed, "We had a fun time at the beach, that's all."

His scent lingered on your skin after you removed his hoodie. You needed to shower to get the salt off your skin, but you also wanted him to linger around for a little longer than needed. And that's when you realized you were in big trouble - just a few days with him, and you were falling for him. Fuck.

✨ next ~ part four

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #fic: fool for you #jungkook fluff #college au #fake dating

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maya-matlin · 2 months

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More Degrassi asks for whenever you want to answer! 1. Three or four unpopular Degrassi opinions - the more unpopular, the better! 2. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans really like who you're meh or ugh about 3. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans don't like much who you love (spoiler alert: my answer for this one would be Jenna/Connor...please don't hate me! The underwear thing was a horrific choice by the writers, but otherwise I love both lof them individually and together so much. It's so lovely to see someone 'on the spectrum' in a loving romantic relationship, and imo he is actually who she needs and deserves after KC!) 4. Your top seven female Degrassi characters? 5. Your top seven male Degrassi characters? 6. If you could choose to bring just three Degrassi characters back from the dead, who would they be?! Enjoy - I can't wait to see your answers...and feel fere to mock me for loving Jonnor ;)

Thank you for the asks!

Unpopular opinions:

1.) While I don't ship Spinner and Emma, their marriage is far from the worst thing Degrassi ever did. The timing made it all very questionable, but it seemed like Spinner and Emma found each other at just the right time. If not for the marriage itself, I don't think most would have such a big problem with them ending up together. Even though Emma's relationship with Sean was far more popular, in a lot of ways I actually think Emma and Spinner were more compatible. Maybe not for most of their run on Degrassi, but definitely during their last four seasons or so. If there's ever a reboot and those three characters return, I don't want to see Sean and Emma ending up together unless the writing can justify it. But based on how their relationship was written during season 6, I doubt they could.

2.) The definition of suicide is the act or instance of taking one's own life voluntarily and intentionally. Therefore, Zig couldn't have murdered Cam and bears no culpability in his death. This shouldn't be an unpopular opinion, but I still hear this ignorance on a monthly basis. It's been almost eleven years. This is ridiculous.

3.) Nine times out of ten, Ashley is correct and 100% in the right. It's just that many fans find her boring and she's consistently pitted against more popular characters played by more charismatic actors (Craig, Jimmy, Manny, Paige). This includes but isn't limited to Ashley dumping Jimmy because he was being passive aggressive and admitted to only considering her attractive on the inside as well as wanting to record and pursue music independently of Jimmy.

4.) Even though I prefer Drianca, the Clare/Drew relationship was one of the best written and executed ships during the later seasons. The writers did a fantastic job building up their feelings for each other and showing how they balanced each other out. It was a complete copout to drop their relationship entirely just so that Clare could end up with her slut shaming, misogynistic, emotionally abusive, overrated ex.

Popular couples I don't ship:

1.) Miles/Lola (They fucked once while his boyfriend was in a coma. Lola's whole thing was not wanting to be someone's second choice. Miles did the same "You're the only one that understands me" song and dance with four different love interests)

2.) Eli/Clare (See my fourth unpopular opinion or just watch seasons 10-14)

3.) Cam/Maya (They're sweet for what they are and I loved Maya's arc, but overall it was a very brief relationship that left Maya with a lot of trauma and negative feelings towards Cam. Also, Zaya was right there. That made it impossible to invest in them)

Unpopular couples I ship:

1.) Clare/Drew (once again, see unpopular opinion #4)

2.) Dave/Alli (Dave was actually a good character and deserves twice as much nostalgia and appreciation as Johnny DiMarco gets for doing the bare minimum. No, they weren't perfect, but Dave unlike most Degrassi cheaters put in the work and effort to win back his ex's trust. I think they loved each other. The timing was just wrong and to be honest, they probably weren't meant to be)

3.) Tristan/Miles (To be honest, I'm currently having some complicated feelings about these two due to being in the middle of a Next Class rewatch and being forced to realize the biphobia was even worse than I'd remembered. But, the simple fact I still technically ship them and the response to admitting you do in the present day is frothing at the mouth and shame means they should be included. For what it's worth, I liked them in season 13, enjoyed the potential in 14, and have positive memories of their second relationship)

Nooooo! Jonnor is amazing! They're one of the sweetest, purest couples on Degrassi. Connor struggled to understand social norms and handled his hormones in a questionable way, but he also didn't have the guidance at the time to figure that out. He left Degrassi to get a grasp on that, so I think it's forgivable. We see during Connor's relationship with Jenna that he's learned a lot and is overall a very respectful, considerate boyfriend to Jenna. I also strongly agree that Jenna deserved better than KC.

Top 7 female characters:

1.) Manny Santos

2.) Maya Matlin

3.) Alex Nunez

4.) Liberty Van Zandt

5.) Bianca DeSousa

6.) Paige Michalchuk

7.) Fiona Coyne

Top 7 male characters:

1.) Zig Novak (I don't even care)

2.) Spinner Mason

3.) Sean Cameron

4.) Marco Del Rossi

5.) JT Yorke

6.) Jay Hogart

7.) Mike Dallas

Three dead characters to bring back:

It kind of has to be JT, Cam and Adam. I wouldn't bring back Craig's dad or Rick. Part of me wants to bring back Wheels's parents from the original series, though.

#the-stelena-and-mondler-diaries #Long post #suicide tw

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crypttaphophobia · 11 months

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I really need to start sharing my weird ass TOH au I have

It’s a very l o o s e The Last Of Us x The Owl House AU in basics like

Emperors Coven is now a Branch off of the Fireflies with completely f’d goals (thanks belos).

Belos wants to use the Cordyceps fungus to further “human evolution” (man is committing multiple crimes in human experimentation) and has some how made it WORSE

The emperors coven is known as the “Torchlights” (creative I know right/s) And now our coven heads (+Camilla) are now Head Scientists/Doctors/Security

Camilla is part of the Torchlights because of Luz, similar to Ellie she is immune and Belos said to Camilla that he’ll let her live as long as Camilla does what she’s told. She works with any animals based subjects (since she is a vet in canon)

Luz’s story line with Eda and the others is her canon development mashed with Ellie and Joel’s. She escapes the Torchlight facility and Meets Eda and who is traveling West to the primary Torchlight facility at the invite of Raine Whispers (They are requesting her assistance to actually retrieve Luz to get Camilla and her out of there before Them, Darius and Eber enact their take down of the Torchlights, They where shocked to see that Eda had already had her with her. Saves the trip back I guess)

Lilith, Willow, Gus, and Amity are all residents in a safe zone similar to the one Tommy had going. Lilith is an ex-torch light here, cause of it her and Eda’s relationship is strained.

Eda isn’t cursed here but she was thrown into testing cause of Lilith, and she was lucky to get out unscathed. That and she may have left eda to literally die multiple times via hordes of infected.

Lilith doesn’t join the travel party till later. Willow, Gus and Amity jump at the opportunity to get out of the safe zone, having all spent their entire lives in it. Amity and Luz still have that beginning conflict, but hand to hand combat. Amity is like convinced this girl is gonna dies, she can’t fight, she can’t barely shoot. Amity wins their scuffle and it goes pretty similar to canons but it’s more of “you’ll never make it out there. Admit it” and “I wouldn’t, but I’m still gonna try.”

Gus is a stealth master STRAIGHT UP. This man could sneak by infected no problem (and people too) he’s a melee master, shank central.

Willow has learned as much medical know how as she can, one of her dads being one of the medics for the safe zone. She uses her knowledge of nature to her advantage. She can think of 50 ways to poison you with local fauna, or she can literally surplex you cause buff willow supremacy. She knows her way around a gun when needed. She takes up Teaching Luz how to shoot with just a hand gun cause eda only has a shot gun and rifle and it wasn’t going well.

Amity.. Amity is definitely interesting in this AU. She’s definitely smart and sharp as a tack, and a skilled sharp shooter but she definitely prefers a bow and arrow. Hunting professional (Ed and Emira Taught her) despite her age she’s part of the hunting parties and stuff and is seen as a very established citizen with her family. Odalia and Edric are basically the same, they where high class before all this went down and Odalia is still trying to be. Alador is still building things, straight up an engineer. Amity and willows situation is still pretty much the same.

Hunter,, my poor boy. He’s still a clone by technicality. He’s technically Evelyn and Caleb’s kid.. but like he’s made from “genetic material” belos has frozen and uses to basically keep making these ‘kids’. Hunter is like the 12th one to happen. Is the oldest one. (Most never lived past 3 and usually their where 2 or 3 at a time. But Hunter is an only kid atm.) he’s still 16 here. A literal walking experiment, he is immune like Luz but holds a altered strain connected to one belos has placed in himself and allows him to basically fuck with his mind. (And control it if needed but it’d nearly kill hunter.) He was basically a child soldier until the Hexsquad basically snatched his ass and he had to choose between being mauled by clicker or joining this weird found family. He’s secretly a NERD.

Flapjack, Hooty and King are here as HUMANS. Hooty is this weird lanky dude that travels with eda until they get to the safe zone, he stays with Lilith until they meet back up later. Flapjack was a doctor that was close with Caleb and Evelyn! And has been keeping close tabs on hunter. Came looking for him when he went missing, becoming yet another me member of the strange group. King is a little kid Eda found and has been raising as her own!

I have so much but it’s a whole lot and I’d love to see if y’all would wanna see content of this!

#the owl house #toh hunter #flapjack #toh willow #toh eda #toh aus #Fallen Feather and Decay #the last of us #The last of us x The owl house #I don’t know what I’m doing lol #there is gonna be so much angst

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 1 year

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I chose 10! Agatha with R! Christmas is close :3

Sky's stolen ask game

I had to guess at which prompt list to use, I hope you enjoy!

"Please. Please just listen to me."

"What is there to listen to?" You can't help the way tears threaten to fall, and you desperately hope Agatha thinks it's just because of the cold wind. "You led me on. You ghosted me for three weeks, and then suddenly I find you on a cute little date with my best friend! Two years, all down the drain, and for what? To ruin a relationship that should have out lasted ours? To make me miserable?"

"No. Never. I never- How could you think I'd ever hurt you?"

You'll give her credit, your ex-girlfriend certainly knows how to act.

"Because you have. Intentionally." You shake your head. "I told you, we're done. It's not very mature of you to knock at my door at this point."

It's not right of her, you mean.

You can see how she swallows, though your ears hurt too much from the temperature to hear such a subtle thing.

"I- I hadn't meant to ignore you."

"But you did mean to take Wanda out for a nice evening out?" You're fighting the voice crack you can feel waiting to happen, fighting to keep your tone even.

"I messed up. I shouldn't have-"

"No. You shouldn't. Can you leave now? I'm going to get sick if you make me stand out here any longer."

"I love you." She blurts out.

You go still with shock.

Not once had she said those three words to you in your two year relationship. Not once.

It had been the root of a lot of your insecurities, these past years.

"Angel..?" Agatha has her hand stretched out, as if she was going to lay it on your arm. She looks concerned as you continue to laugh hysterically.

"What, you think I'll take you back because you decide now is the time to tell me that you love me? After breaking my heart?" You dissolve back into your laughter, only for it to turn into heaving sobs. "I loved you." You cry. "I loved you and you didn't love me back."

"I didn't take Wanda out on a date. I thought she would've told you."

You're confused by Agatha's continued insistance, and it thankfully helps you in preventing the rest of the tears that are waiting from being shed.

"I haven't spoken to Wanda since before I saw her with you." You rub your palms over your eyes in a poor attempt to dry your tears.

"I- I shouldn't have been so distant from you, but darling..." Agatha hesitates, pauses before barreling onwards. "I freaked out." She admits, much quieter than before. "I freaked out because I realized that I truly do love you. That I- I want to marry you. Wanda and I went out so she could help me plan the proposal."

It's like your entire world stops to tilt on its axis.

"I didn't really ghost you. It's unfair for you to keep describing it like that. I'm sorry I kept canceling our plans, and that I barely returned your calls and texts. I really am. And..." Agatha closes her eyes as she lets out a heavy breath. "I'll understand if you still want to remain broken up, but... I had to tell you. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try everything within my ability to win you back. And," she wrly grins. "If I didn't at least fix your friendship with Wanda. That was on me, not her."

It's like your lungs couldn't take in air. You can't- you can't breathe.

"Dear?"

Your knees feel weak.

Agatha says your name urgently as you collapse sideways onto to the doorframe, trying to keep upright.

This isn't fair.

This isn't fair of her.

She can't do this.

She can't just say she loves you and wants to marry you.

She can't say she wants to marry you when she had never previously said she loved you.

Not before.

Not once.

Only just now.

After she had lost you.

You still can't breathe properly.

Your head feels light.

You're... On the couch?

"Sip."

You look up to see Agatha's blue, blue eyes, shadowed with deep worry.

"Go on." She encourages, tapping the mug that's somehow found its way into your hands.

She sits down next to you as you listen.

It's mint tea.

The sharp flavor helps cut through the brain fog.

"Leave. Please." You stare into the liquid.

"No."

You refuse to play her game.

"I said leave, Agatha."

"I'm not leaving until I'm certain you're no longer suffering an attack." She stubbornly refuses.

You huff, and take another sip of the tea.

It's good. The tea is always good when she makes it.

You take more of a gulp than a sip when you bring the mug back up to your lips to drink.

Agatha's hand finds it's way to your back, and she rubs soothing circles on it.

You can't help but relax into her touch, despite yourself.

She may have broken your heart, but she still holds its pieces.

You pull the mug away and set it on the coffee table.

You've drank maybe half of it, and you're starting to feel sleepy.

"Come here." Agatha whispers, gently guiding you to lay against her chest.

You close your eyes as you let her, yawning.

"Let me stay. I'm sorry I screwed up so poorly, but I swear, if you give me this one, single second chance, I'll treat you the way you've deserved to be from day one."

You hum, exhaustion rolling through you.

You're always worn out after you get these attacks.

"Is that a yes?" Her breath tickles the soft hairs against your neck.

"Mhm."

You probably shouldn't have agreed, not when you're so close to being asleep, but you can't help but wanting Agatha. Can't help being foolish enough to grant her her request.

"Thank you, my love." Her voice is stark with relief. "Sleep now. I'll take such good care of you, I swear."

You allow the blackness to overtake everything, feeling warm and safe in the arms of your lover.

It's not like you knew you'd wake up, tied to a strange bed while she read a book in the chair in the corner.

It's not like you knew Agatha was never going to give you the option of leaving her.

#sky's stolen ask games #sky's anons #sky's inbox #sky replies #sky answers #sky's blurbs #sky writes #c: agatha #c: dark!agatha #c: yandere!agatha #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #angst #dark themes #alluded drugging #allusion to drugs

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shopcat · 2 months

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oh are we gossiping my best gossip that's not too crazy is that my brother started dating the roommate/long-time highschool best friend of his brother's girlfriend bc they met through like picking him up and stuff. bc his brother couldn't drive his girlfriend also got dropped off here a couple times by her mom and the mom met my dad and they'd have coffee together inside and MY DAD SLEPT WITH HER MOM like multiple times... fucking hilarious. imagine your dad sleeping with your girlfriend's mom.

also eventually my brother and the roommate actually got more serious and started properly dating and she got a text from the friend (the other girlfriend) like a month after that literally was like "take your stuff and leave" and i don't know the LEGALITY of that exactly like with lease agreements and stuff but whatever... this was all entirely random too like she just one day decided she hated her. so she moved in with us and actually became like one of my closest friends she's cool she's who i refer to when i say "my sister" a lot bc she's my sister in law LMFAO. anyways when she left bc the text was like take your stuff well she took ALL her stuff and she ... owned the fridge 😭😭😭 and the couch and the tv. it was so damn funny i think iirc they left like ice cream on the counter. anyway i guess the girlfriend got really mad about all that so she actually sued her and she ended up incorrectly handing over the papers like she literally just walked into our house WITHOUT KNOCKING and handed the envelope over and left without saying anything (we're like a 40 minute drive from her house too...) and it was like 3 days before the court date so she got in trouble for that obviously. and she was trying to say that rent hadn't been paid or whatever like it was just small claims and she was asking for 3k which is conveniently the exact price for the car she'd just bought and was beginning to pay off 😭

and my sister in law couldn't entirely prove that she had paid rent bc she did it mostly in cash and could only show the times when she'd withdrawn cash from her account but that wasn't like good enough evidence apparently and obviously this girl KNEW that. and she did end up "winning" but it's set up that she's getting like 50 dollars a month LMFAO so she didn't really win at all in the way she wanted to. they also egged her house. really funny. she sold the car like a week later and broke up with my brother's brother lol. also at one point we found her diary and they read it and she'd literally written about multiple times how she was IN LOVE WITH literally get this ... her boyfriend's brother 😭 as in the one the ex-roommate is dating. my brother. super fucking funny. also so ridiculous bc they'd barely even like hung out ? it just makes me laugh bc i hate the guy she was dating like despise him so it kills me. also the last thing she did after all this was start dating my sister in law's ... abusive ex boyfriend like she deliberately sought him out and they got together. and they moved in together like a state away. absolutely insane woman.

#🐾#gossip night... i've told this whole story to a couple ppl before #''my sister'' could also be any of my 5 biological sisters too. My big ass family

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a-friend-of-mara · 3 months

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I need to make a video game where the final boss's final stage goes from "Lightning fast attacks that will kill you in 3 hits and has more finesse than you" to "brutally strong attacks with no finesse while they're barely in controll of themselves because they realized that they won't win their fight and they're about to loose everything they have left"

Would now be a good time to mention that the only storytelling medium I know how to operate perfectly is the one that I suck at making the most

I can write real well but can't code for shit

I need to emphasize that it's one of those fights where the boss never has invincibility other than I-frames for dodging just like you do.

Like imagine an honorable final boss who invites you to have a final meal with them because they know one of you will die today and they want to give you an honorable send off... they didn't poison it

They get up from their chair and say "I think that's enough waiting from me... do you have anything you want to say before we do this thing?" And the game let's you say

A: something reapectful to them ex: "I'm glad we could fight with honor, may you die with glory"

B: something cocky like "I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really not"

C: something mournful or a prayer to the fallen like "for those we have killed we face our judgement, may the best combatant win"

D: "I'm gonna kick your shit in"

And they'd respond appropriately and you'd draw your swords fifteen paces apart and just start going at each other until they took a brutal hit and starts breathing heavy and you can see in their eyes that they know that you are going to be their last fight... their eyes start darting around trying to see if there's anything they can do to make it out alive.... but your attacks don't relent, they start swinging harder at you leaving them open for attacks back during their recovery... the music gets dramatic and somber for a great warrior and an honorable swordsman has met their end.

You have defeated your opponent but you don't feel like you've won

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sanccharine · 1 year

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5 and 7?

damn anon, you really came for my neck with this one, props to you HDSFJKFFJKSDG

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I have a total of 58 wips ·_· and now for some fun stats and numbers: twice: 29 dreamcatcher: 18 ateez: 8 other girl groups: 3

note: these are the ones, I've actually written for,,,,I have not counted the blank docs with just a single line of idea, or my thoughts that I have told my friends or anything like that, so the real number could be near 100 ;-;

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

this is from a superhero/villains au so tw: mentions of blood and knives

“You left me.” Ghost said, the words barely escaping her shaking lips. It was her timid voice that broke you.

The strength in your arms weakened. A fatal mistake.

Or perhaps, you let it happen.

The second your defence fell, so did the knife. A biting cold blade sliced open your cheek and embedded itself into concrete. Gone were the whimpering pleas as Ghost's lips upturned into a morbid grin with all of her teeth on display. With a strange fascination, she watched thick warm blood fall down your ear and pool beside your head. Ghost had drawn first blood and she was keen to do it again. Of course, she never got the chance.

Instead, Ghost was flung away from you while a shadow hurtled past. All you heard was the concrete wall crack before a gauntlet was thrust into your face. Recognising the armour, you took the hand and staggered up, your vision rolling as more blood coursed past your chin. With their back to you, a superhero shrouded in black armour stood, poised to attack the moment Ghost slipped up.

There was no winning here for her and you were no longer needed.

“Teleport now, please,” you heard San’s voice, monotonous for the first time as it filtered through his technology.

Nodding, you clenched your shaking fists. Ignoring the minute shocks that fluttered down your forearms, you concentrated on your powers and spilt anything you could muster into your armbands. Like your eyes now, they emanated an aureate glow. San, practically carrying all of your weight was already clinging to you, your only job was to think about the headquarters.

It was hard not to, so you spare one last glance at Ghost. Even battered and bruised, even as she sputtered out blood, even as a superhero menacingly paced around her, she still grinned. Though the wet tears coating her cheeks gave her away.

Just before you vanished, you heard a groan from Handong.

“You always leave me.”

Believe this is a villain!handong x ex-villain!reader fic, hope you liked the snippet, anon :]

fanfic writing asks

#fanfic writing ask game #mala's asks #thanks anon :]

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marniejade03 · 1 year

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Before last month I had never heard the voices, I’ve had an ed since I was 13 and I’m about to turn 20 in may, I can now hear the “voice” people talk about, they’re like an Angel and a devil, the Angel is saying stuff like you should eat, you don’t need to run, and the devil always come in with the same line, “the weight won’t lose itself” and it almost always wins, but sometimes the Angel will get the upper hand for an hour or 2 and make me binge or be lazy, the devil must be sleeping, but it always wakes up, right now I know it’s bad I know this is a disgusting disease, but I don’t want to get better right now, I have realised I need to focus on other things like making myself happy, cleaning my depression room, and having a sleep schedule because I never sleep,

The devil came in about a month ago, the day my friend called and told me my ex and his girl best friend, the girl he used to hurt me, were now dating, that day I ran for 2 straight hours (I’m not athletic I have no stamina) and didn’t eat all day, I cleaned my room for 2 days straight when I went home.

Before this I also didn’t realise this triggered my mania, I have manic depression, I ran every day for a week for at least an hour, didn’t eat for 3 days out of the week, only had snacks for the rest of the days and drank what I’ve now calculated as 7L of water (I also barely drink water, I know I need to drink more) I have now been in a steady decline from my mania as of 1 week ago, but all I can think is how much I wish I could be back in that state, run, clean, sleep, run, clean sleep, run clean snack, sleep, that was amazing to me and I know that that is bad but at that time I felt so much anger that it fuelled my mania, but every time I check the scale I was happy for hours, the most euphoric state I’ve been in, I imagine that to feel almost like what heroin feels like.

Also btw for anyone reading this, I hate my body not yours, I hate me not you, I hate my weight not yours, you are beautiful and please don’t feel like I am targeting anyone who is my size or bigger, you are beautiful, I also understand the struggles of girls who are naturally super skinny and can’t gain weight and want to, that has to be super hard and just as valid as me wanting to lose weight.

Stats: CW: 77kg HW: 79kg LW: 54kg

Height: 5,5.5

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crystalelemental · 1 year

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Here's a question: is Champion Marnie the most ridiculous striker in the game? I don't know, I didn't pull Ash, who seems to be the main contender, but at a guess I'm gonna say "hell yeah."

General Overview Marnie here is 1/5, non-EX. This is the bare essentials of Marnie, no frills or traits that make her excel. And she annihilated Gauntlet.

Rosa and Maylene. Almost entirely Rosa, the only exception being for a really good reason. Like, that's insane. Beating shit with Rosa. Like, beating Tornadus, who is super-effective against her. Beating Moltres and Latias with lower-tier supports. These are obscene successes that Marnie's pulling off with just the base kit. I just...

When Sygna Suit Serena came out, I remember being fairly underwhelmed with her, not because she wasn't good, but because she didn't live up to the hype. Estimations were that she'd beat basically everything, with little resistance, and that...categorically isn't true. She's good, but she can be worn down, obliterated by sure-crit AoE moves, blanked by damage reduction gimmicks without support. And every time a comparable striker has come out, it's felt the same. People lose their minds over the raw damage that is produced, and are salivating over how good this damage dealer is. And every time I'm like "They're fine but they can be stopped, I still prefer a good support over this."

Champion Marnie may be the first time I've actually understood the hype.

Vs. Tornadus Rosa is weak to Tornadus. She's weak to Flying, and I forgot. I walked in here with the single wrongest support. And Marnie still won. It's absurd. Even in the final phases, Buddy Fiery Wrath cuts through damage reduction. That damage could not be stopped. She was going to win no matter what. Marnie's starting off with the craziest clear I've seen in a while.

Vs. Tapu Bulu Rosa heals under the Grassy Terrain, and Persian's Charm meant damage dealt by Bulu is really low. Marnie's flinch off Buddy move lasts forever, so as long as we could keep gauge rolling, she'd win. I will note, her gauge control isn't great. Rosa's trainer move is really needed to keep up pressure, despite the speed boosts she gets.

Vs. Cobalion Cobalion's a scary fight. This is I think the only one I had to reset, and it was largely because of how successfully it could truck Rosa if Snorlax wasn't getting its flinch rate going. With it, Marnie can win, but without it, it's a real struggle.

Vs. Cresselia Catharsis. Seriously, do you see those numbers? And remember, the Buddy move bypasses damage reduction. Marnie is a guarantee to avoid the paralysis, so long as she can hit. And here's the issue: her buddy move is not guaranteed to hit. So you do need to bring a Brycen along to clear those evasion boosts.

Vs. Azelf Another really scary one. Granted, scary because I refused to bring a proper flinch or sleep bot, but I think the results speak for themselves. Marnie's endure effect literally saved it.

Vs. Uxie Lucy setting up what's needed allows Marnie to actually truck this fight. Uxie being eventually immune to flinch means Marnie really can't get around what's hard required for this.

Vs. Latios ...I mean, come on. I will not be surprised if she can solo this dude.

Vs. Latias Maylene was brought for the aforementioned accuracy issues. If the team misses Latias too often in Bar 2, even Marnie's Buddy move can miss, and then it's a disaster. Gauges are already a problem, but missing on top of that? Horrific. Maylene's grid gave her Precision Pals, which is tremendously helpful for this fight in particular.

Vs. Regirock I had to bring Acerola because 1/5 Marnie doesn't have a reliable flinch rate on Fiery Wrath. She'd need 3/5 for it. With the flinch, she...dominated, to the shock of no one. I am impressed with her damage output, though. Clearing the rest of Bar 2 through crit shield is no small feat.

Vs. Entei I figured I wouldn't go classic flinch bot, and instead go special damage reduction, and...wow, that actually worked. Color me impressed, girls.

Vs. Moltres This one was spooky. Acerola's back in for weather and flinch, and that was pretty necessary. The thing is, in the final phase, we ran out of Sandstorm. And Buddy move/move damage was so high she just KO'd anyway. So that's hilarious.

Final Thoughts Marnie's obscene. Like, this much firepower at 1/5 is ridiculous. This is without her multipliers. This is without the 60% flinch rate on her Fiery Wrath that makes her wildly disruptive. This is without Double Endure that would've made her even more impossible to kill. Like...I'm stunned. This is the first time a Striker has lived up to its reputation for me.

#champion marnie #champion marnie sweep #sync pair testing

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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𝙁𝘽𝙍𝙊 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 [𝟳/𝟭𝟭]

summary┃bucky’s past comes back with a vengeance and you’re determined to get the answers you’ve been searching for.

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃2,682 words

warnings┃bucky’s past is revealed, character mentions; [sam wilson, natasha romanoff, tony stark], pet name [kid (platonic), sweets & baby], threats made against bucky + reader, trust-issues, mention of hit-men, brief mention of death, phone sex, praise kink, masturbation, mention of toys, slight angst, soft ending — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI

notes┃there is A LOT of plot here but also some filthy goodness and a sprinkle of angst <<3

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ex-wife.

Bucky’s words echoed in your ears as he didn’t dare to look at you.

His ex-wife was threatening you.

And he didn’t think to mention her? Ever?

“Can I please explain?” Bucky croaked finally, voice sounding broken as you shrugged your shoulders — in a state of shock.

That was all he needed before he recounted his previous relationship with the woman who was now sending you threatening emails.

Married young, too young and too fast and it ended up blowing up in their faces.

Well, clearly she hadn’t gotten over it.

“I thought I lost her,” he explains. “I thought that moving halfway across the country would be enough.”

You finally looked up to meet his eyes, glossy, sad and terrified as you sniffled.

“There’s a reason only Tasha calls me James.”

It broke your heart hearing that, the way his head hung low and he nearly winced at the sound of his own goddamn name.

But you didn’t know who to trust anymore.

Bucky always glossed over how he, Sam, and Nat knew each other — telling you that they were old friends that go back.

How far back?

You needed to know, but clearly you weren’t about to get answers from him.

“Buck,” he stopped you, taking a step closer as his eyes begged and pleaded you not to finish your sentence.

“I can’t,” he shook his head, “I need some time.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say those words that would shatter both of your world’s. But you had no idea what the hell you had gotten yourself into and you needed answers.

And you knew exactly who to go to for them.

“I understand,” Bucky sighed. “I’ll stay at Sam’s for some time, okay?”

You could only nod your head, watching him walk past you and into his door.

Then he shut it, something he never did because his door was always open for you. No matter what you needed and no matter what time of day it was.

It felt...wrong.

But you couldn’t dwell on it, grabbing your keys, phone, and whatever other important things you could think of being you nearly bolted out of the front door.

You plugged your headphones into your phone, hitting shuffle and descending down into the subway.

The entire ride made you anxious, slowly approaching your stop and you were way out of place in this crowd.

People rushed by you in expensive suits and what you could only guess were the infamous red-soled shoes that were worth close to your monthly rent, if not more.

You cringed, thinking of the man you were about to see in his stupidly tall office building that you had to crane your neck at an uncomfortable angle just to get a look at.

The elevator could not have taken longer, tapping your foot impatiently as you rode up to what felt like the heavens before the doors opened to revel smooth wooden doors that reach from the ceiling to the floor.

You were so close, before you were stopped.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, you can’t be here right now.” A man’s voice stopped you, dressed in a security guard uniform and oh, this was so him.

“I know him,” you said, intent on seeing the man probably sitting behind those large doors.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do th—”

“It’s okay, Marv. I know her,” his voice came not from behind the doors, but from the long hallway to your left.

The security guard, Marv, nodded his head as he looked at you once more before retreating back to where he was leaning against one of the walls.

“This is a surprise,” you rolled your eyes, “Tony, please. I don’t wanna hear it.”

He walked over to you, embracing you in a hug, “oh c’mon, I’ve missed you, Kid.”

You shook your head, “I haven’t been a kid in years,” you tried to remind him, but it was Tony, he wasn’t going to listen as he just laughed it off and welcomed you into his office.

It was much different from last time, all new furniture and appliances, but nothing lasted more than a year with Tony.

Tony was an old friend, sort of.

He was an old friend of your father’s, something like an uncle, but also like your older brother.

So just one giant pain in your ass.

“So,” Tony sighed. “What trouble did you get into this time, Kid?”

You told Tony everything.

From being roommates with Bucky to the way he asked you to be his fake girlfriend to Sam’s wedding and all the way to the situation you were in now. Confronted by his ex-wife without any idea of what she was going to do.

Tony had that look on his face. The one where he was going to tell you that you were crazy.

“I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into these situations,” he chuckled, hand clamping over your shoulder as he walked around his desk and typed something into his computer.

“Last name is,” he looked at you. “Barnes.”

He nodded his head, typing away at his computer again before he stopped.

There was a brief moment of silence, Tony hiding behind the computer screen before he stood up and walked back around the desk, “I’m gonna need some time.”

You understood, shaking your head. You were asking Tony to hack into any known database and collect as much data on Bucky as you could. It was wrong, but you just needed to know who you were dealing with.

“Thank you, Tony. I-I really appreciate it.” You weren’t good when it came to...well, the heartfelt side of things but luckily neither was Tony.

“Don’t get sappy on me now, Kid. You know it makes me sick,” he joked playfully, smile on his lips as you stood up to give him a half hug.

“I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.” He promised before you walked out of the too-tall building with far more questions than you came with.

It was a waiting game that you didn’t want to play, but you didn’t have a choice.

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It seemed like your relationship with Bucky was doomed from the start.

Friends to lovers rarely, if ever, works out in anyone’s favour.

The fake dating trope you could handle, pushing your feelings aside to help Bucky win a bet didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. You had a great time, great fucking sex, and a trip out of it.

Then Steve wouldn’t leave the picture. Going as far as coming to the wedding as Natasha’s boyfriend to spite you not realizing that you and Bucky had gotten married.

Married.

You and Bucky were married. Bonded in a whole other way and now, his ex-wife was out for you and him.

Maybe this was a sign from the universe, a big red fucking flag telling you that it wasn’t worth it and yet...you couldn’t let go.

The apartment felt empty without Bucky, his bedroom left the way it was in the morning with your favourite sweater of his laid out on the covers and a little post-it note on top of it.

You never could really decipher Bucky’s handwriting. It was absolute chicken scratch as you picked it up and managed to make out in case you get cold scribbled onto it.

It was an easy decision to pull it over your head and drown yourself in the scent of Bucky’s cologne as you fiddled with the small gold band you now wore around your neck as a necklace.

You didn’t want anyone other than Bucky. There was no in the world who understood you better. Who knew how to make you laugh when you were having a bad day.

Everything led you right back to Bucky.

So when your phone rang from the other side of the couch, you were secretly hoping it was Bucky.

Instead, Tony’s name flashed and your heart sank into your stomach as you quickly hit answer and held the phone up to your ear.

“You’re not gonna like this, Kid.” Tony’s voice flowed through the speakers as you took a shaky breath in and braced yourself for what Tony was about to tell you.

“He did a damn good job at erasing his history, but you can’t erase all of it,” Tony chuckled as you rolled your eyes, “quit stalling.”

He sighed, “the Howling Commandos was an organization tasked with,” he paused, “tasked with collecting intel and making sure that information never got released to the public.”

This time, it was your turn to fall silent.

“Like, spies?” You asked and Tony hummed, “sort of.”

“They had spies, agents, hit-men.”

No. You shook your head, no.

“James Buchanan Barnes was their highest ranking hit-man. Him, along with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanova worked as a team. A spy, agent, hit-man trio.”

You had to shake yourself out of spiralling, what you needed was everything Tony could possible tell you.

“Anything on his ex-wife?” You then asked and heard shuffling on the other line, “not much. Mary Barnes, but I doubt that’s her real name, was part of a training initiative the Howling Commandos were testing.”

You bit your lip, at least you had a name, even if it wasn’t her real name.

“By that point it looks like James—”

“Bucky. His name is Bucky.”

Tony cleared his throat after a moment’s silence, “Bucky looks like he had disappeared. Blipped off of the face of the Earth. There’s nothing in his file after 2014.”

That makes sense. Bucky was perhaps the most old-fashioned man you knew, only upgrading from his flip-phone just a few years ago. He barely knew how to unlock it, though.

“Sam and Natasha went on to live normal lives, Kid. I’m sure that’s all Bucky wants.” Tony tries to assure you and you laugh, “you sound like my dad.”

He laughed on the other line, “oh gross.”

“Thanks for everything, Tony.” You said, “you know what number to call in case you’re in trouble.”

With that, you both hung up, tossing your phone away from you to digest everything you’d just been told. You knew you had to talk to Bucky, but you didn’t know when.

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“So you’re tellin’ me,” Sam was confused. “That this is the same Mary that tried to get you killed?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, taking another swing of his beer as he rounded Sam’s kitchen island.

“That’s the one, you know, the undercover agent working for Strucker.” Bucky scowled at the name.

He was angry, beyond angry at the fact that his past was creeping up on him despite how far he had gone to erase it.

“But why now? Why come after you now?” Sam poses the question that even Bucky doesn’t have an answer to. So he just shrugs his shoulders and finishes off his beer.

“Unfinished business.”

They stand in silence for a little while longer, listening to the old ticking clock hanging on the wall before Sam takes a step towards Bucky.

“Whatever you need, you know that Tasha and I are here for you, right?” He whispers and Bucky feels the warmth blooming in his chest as he gives him a half-smile.

“Yeah,” he nods his head, “thanks, man.”

Sam knows that Bucky was never really good at the sappy shit, so he doesn’t force it. Instead, he offers him another beer, bottle necks clinking as Bucky’s thoughts race.

He was worried.

Not about himself, but about you.

And you were worried about Bucky, curling up in his bed as you sighed and tossed and turned. There was no way you’d be able to fall asleep alone tonight. And hugging his pillow just wasn’t enough.

So you grabbed your phone, hitting his name and waiting for the ringing to sound before he picked up — tired and groggy.

“We need to talk.” You didn’t give him a chance to greet you. He sighed on the other line, but hummed in agreement, “tomorrow?”

You hummed in response to his question, the sound of his voice soothing as you played with the sheets of his bed.

“I miss you, Sweets.” Bucky whispered, your breathing hitching at how low and raspy his voice really was.

“I miss you too, Bucky.” You admitted, shifting as you got comfortable on the pile of pillows against your head.

There was a moment of silence before Bucky spoke again.

“You know what ‘m really missin’ right now?” His words sent a shiver down your spine as you shakily inhaled, “what?”

Bucky sighed, reminiscent of how he sighs when he runs his hands all over your body.

“I miss that sweet cunt of yours.” Bucky purrs, you know he’s smirking, possibly even dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he closes his eyes to imagine you under him.

You’re at a loss for words, feeling your panties grow damp, core aching and you’re going to have to touch yourself soon. But that’s all part of Bucky’s plan, you think.

“Here I am, all alone, with my hand wrapped ‘round my cock,” he whispers, but you can hear him stroking himself.

“And all I can think ‘bout is that way your tight little pussy grips me and milks my fuckin’ dick, baby.” Bucky was always so good with his words, knowing exactly what to say to make you melt.

And it was working, because you were a squirming mess in his bed.

“Well,” you could tell he was smirking by his tone, “what’re ya waitin’ for, Sweets. Go on, touch yourself. I wanna hear you work your clit.”

Your hand flew under your panties, being given the permission only made it sweeter as your fingers came in contact with your soaking folds. The sensitive bundle of nerves needed desperate attention as you slowly circled it.

“Good girl, that’s my girl.” Bucky praised, continuing to work himself.

“God,” he hissed, “can’t wait to have you all to myself again. Bury myself deep, maybe even have you sit on my cock as you beg me to do somethin’.”

You worked yourself a little faster, applying some more pressure as you let out a whine at his words.

“Add two fingers, Sweets. I know how much you love bein’ stretched,” Bucky chuckled deeply, “been thinkin’ of gettin’ you a mould of my fuckin’ dick for when ‘m not home.”

Oh my God. Oh my God that shouldn’t be so fucking hot so why does it make your walls flutter and breathing uneven as you have to stop yourself from actually fucking cumming.

He chuckles again, “yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You can’t verbally respond, too focused on the tight coil in your abdomen that’s ready to snap.

“I know you’re close, can hear it in how fuckin’ desperate you sound,” he pants, “so why don’t you make a mess all over my clean sheets.”

You gasp, how did he know, but you don’t get to dwell on it for much longer than a moment because your orgasm rips through you and leaves you panting Bucky’s name.

Both of your breaths are uneven and ragged through the phone’s speakers, bed springs creaking on Bucky’s side as he hums.

“If only you could see the miss I made for you, Sweets,” you shuddered at his words, closing your eyes to relish in the moment.

“Now get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” His tone has changed, entirely sweet and caring as you grab the phone to bring him closer to you.

“Okay,” you reply, another lick of silence before you hear Bucky going to end the call but you stop him.

“I love you, Bucky.” You quickly blubber out and it feels good to finally say those words because there’s no more denying how you really feel about him.

“I love you too, Sweets.”

It’s a bittersweet ending to the phone call, thoughts and emotions running wild as you’re forced to remind yourself that Bucky has a lot of explaining to do.

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