#Like disguising their car so they won’t be RECOGNIZED!

[aphrostarot]

Astrology and the Sexes: Cancer Men

Cancer Man:

Title: "The Player"

For simplicity's sake, I will use the pronouns “he/him” for the male versions of the signs and “she/her” for the female versions of the signs. This is not to say that the people who identify with the male or female versions of each sign identify with those pronouns. This post is focusing on the different sexes (male vs female) not gender. Gender is fluid and I am in no way labeling people with these posts. Also, these posts are focusing solely on the Sun signs of each zodiac, other birth chart placements may cause someone to not fit into everything I have described.

Masterlist

Mind (how they think):

The Cancer Man is the zodiac’s prince charming. 

He is a self-professed perfect gentleman who is clean-cut, polite, coolly composed, and seemingly tailor-made to the specifications of a traditionally-minded person.

The Cancer Man is the embodiment of the female gaze.  

He personifies the male role in what he sees as a matriarchal world. He recognizes women as the authority. 

Out of all the zodiac signs, he is the most likely to save himself for marriage. 

He plays the role of the savior in his relationships. 

He wants to be the ‘provider’ in his relationships which tends to make him career-minded. 

He is the best at understanding the female mind. 

He has a unique ability to empathize with women and view life from their perspective. 

He is generally a pretty cool and collected character so he looks to the women in his life to provide outpourings of emotions and when they do, he sucks it up like a sponge. 

He surrounds himself with women because he feels the most comfortable around them. It is women with whom he takes most of his life advice.

He is very guarded around men. 

He is scared of being judged by other men so he learns at an early age to wear a mask around men. He masks his thoughts and disguises his emotions in an attempt to go along with the guys. 

During his sexual development, he is intensely apprehensive of being ridiculed for his inherently sensitive side. As a result, he ends up becoming the most shut down instead of the most sensitive in the zodiac. 

He is a born romantic. However, he may be well into his twenties before breaking through his adopted nonchalant exterior, letting his softer side show. 

It isn’t until he “secures” a steady relationship that he will feel comfortable revealing his more delicate sensibilities. 

Like actual crabs who can live on both land and water, the Cancer guy inhabits two worlds at once, presenting himself as a concrete, down-to-earth type while possessing a murky and mysterious sensuality. 

He was brought up in a household with a paradoxical image of mothering. His mom was vaguely emotional but incredibly passive and needy. She portrayed herself as a victim most of the time which takes the entire household emotionally hostage. 

Most of the time he is raised in a female-dominated household where he takes on the motherly role to his siblings and even to his own mother. 

He has more of a brotherly relationship with his dad who he views as lovable but weak. 

His dad could even be missing altogether, or be so detached that he makes little impact on his son. 

Body + Soul (what they look like inside and out):

He prefers to look like he is rich even when he is not. So, he almost always has the perfect watch, a classy car, a tasteful wardrobe, etc. 

He tends to look more like a Mr. Nice Guy more than any other male in the zodiac.

He is the type of guy that someone would feel comfortable bringing home to their mother. 

He tends to downplay his appearance and will oftentimes escape notice. 

He usually will hide behind an overgrown haircut, glasses, and/or inconspicuous clothing. 

When he is with his friends he will huddle in close circles, typically only addressing those within earshot. He may even prefer to have his back to the crowd so people won’t notice him. 

Usually he will be around five-nine or five-ten. 

His face is moon-shaped, or oval. 

His chest and stomach are not very toned, more on the soft side. 

His nipples are highly sensitive. They may be a source of great pleasure for him. 

He may have an hourglass figure in some way. 

He is usually less hairy than the other men in his family. However, his stomach will be the area on his body that has the most hair. 

He has an average sized penis. 

His penis may bend/curve slightly with a bulbous mushroom head. 

He is very animated while talking to people. He will nod along, throw his head back, talk with his hands, etc. 

He is very quick-witted. 

There is something goofy about him and the way he expresses himself that many find endearing. 

He usually has lighter eyes than the other members of his family. For example he may have hazel eyes while everyone else in his family has brown eyes, or he may have pale blue eyes while others have deep blue. 

He has a somewhat beaky nose and a pinched upper lip. 

Cancer man much like an Aries man likes to focus much of his grooming efforts on having freshly cut hair. 

He has very nice hands. Strong but gentle, artistic, graceful, and capable. 

Overall, his appearance is one of utter sweetness. 

Sex + Sexuality (what they are like in bed and what they look for in a mate):

Cancer Man Interested in Women:

He is made whole by the flood of feelings he invokes in his lover, not pure romantic love or lust, but such sentiment combined with a sense of mothering protection and, and dash, of pity. 

He looks for a motherly figure in a lover—someone who will take care of him and lead him to his true potential. 

He looks to attract a powerful alpha woman, one who he can breed with and who will provide a nourishing, motivational environment where he can feel psychologically whole. 

This is where many stereotypes get it wrong. In no way is the Cancer Man looking for a coddling mommy to make his life easier; rather he seeks a home environment that’ll challenge him into accessing latent greatness, and with a woman who’ll put him through his paces. 

He wants to be “adopted” by his partner's family. Preferably a family filled with powerful women. 

He wants a wife or partner that will do everything for him. He wants a life where he will show up and just do what he is told. 

He prefers to never have to cook, clean, or plan anything. He wants his partner to do it all for him. 

He wants to be the breadwinner in his partnerships. Typically he will go after creative careers that allow him to tap into his sensitive side and communicate with a large array of people. He would prefer his career having to do with his humor. 

However, if his partner is the breadwinner in their relationship he will take on the role of the stay at home husband and take over all of the duties I mentioned above. 

To the Cancer man there is no such thing as sharing these roles. One person has to be the breadwinner and the other will take on the more domestic roles. 

His partner will become his mentor shaping his character, providing the appropriate all-important healthy and motivating environment in which he can grow and achieve his goals; so long, that is , as he puts himself, completely, into her capable hands. 

In most of his relationships his partner will become the ‘boss’ while he is her ‘slave’. 

He will play prince-charming in order to get exactly what he wants out of a woman. Which usually is offspring. 

He grooms himself according to what he thinks women like. 

He makes women feel secure. He wants her to feel as though he will be eternally by her side, because once he decides on a partner he will never leave their side. 

Women often find themselves opening up much more than they ever would have around a cancer man. However, if they really look they will notice that he is only half listening to them, he will just be pretending he is listening because he knows that's what a woman wants. 

He is very good at making a woman feel that she is endlessly interesting, which works like a charm in paving the way for the relationship to progress-quickly-to the next level. 

He is not very dominant in bed. This is because he would much rather be told what to do rather than be the one who is doing the telling. 

At some point he will leave behind his ‘grateful-little-boy routine’ and embrace the role of ‘big daddy’ (his actual dream).

His biggest turn on is the assertion of female power. 

Pressure to perform makes him nervous, and he risks losing his erection or cumming too soon if he is in a more dominant role. 

He needs to have emotions involved in sex in order to get off. 

He loves to kiss, hug, spoon, etc. 

He wants his partner to be on top so he can watch her get off on him while simultaneously barking orders at him. 

He may have urolagnia (urine kink) because Cancer rules pee. 

He is not opposed to anal sex but if his partner does not want it he will not mention it again. 

He dreams of being a woman's slave in sex.

However most Cancer men do not explore their kinkier side because they fear they may lose their partner if they do so. 

They have a breeding kink and wish to impregnate their partner. 

Cancer men tend to marry pretty early and have very few sexual partners in their life. 

He is not opposed to period sex.

He also will want to have sex constantly when his partner is pregnant. 

He likes morning sex and sleep sex. 

Once his partner gives birth his new obsession will be her breast milk.

There is very little a woman can do to turn the Cancer man off.

Cancer Man Interested in Men:

Cancer men who are interested in men may still be sexually aroused by women. Or simply the sight of a man fucking a woman with his main focus on the man rather than the woman. This is why he will typically reach for bi porn. 

In his lifetime at least one of his friendships with a woman may cross the line into sexual territory. 

He prefers to be friends with younger women who share his desire to land ‘Mr.Right’. 

He goes on many dates but will rarely go on second dates. Until he finds his ideal partner who is a ‘daddy’. They will be connected, cultured, and hopefully brimming with cash. 

He looks for a man who will provide him comfort, security, and the means by which he’ll be able to concentrate solely on his creative or intellectual pursuit without having to concern himself with a temp job.

He will usually want a separate room from the one he shares with his lover that will be filled with things that reflect his true self. This is because he may have grown up in an environment that required him to share with his siblings constantly and may have never had a space to himself.  

He’s often attracted to straight men. Or men who have been with women in the past. Or simply just ultra masculine men. 

He sees himself as the better-looking, more pleasingly put together, or generally youthfully spirited one between him and his partner. 

This attitude comes out in sex as well. He would prefer his partner to do all the work while he is the subject of their adoration. 

He is pretty much into anything when it comes to sex. However, he will typically draw the line at anything to do with pain. 

He loves love and all things that come with romance. He is once for tender romance, loving scented candles, champagne, and taking bubble baths together. 

He wants to be of service to his partner. Preferring to get his partner off rather than himself. 

He is one of the most romantic gay men of all the zodiac.

[harryssyndrome]

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: Walking in one of the largest cities of world can be tiring, YN can come with kinda crazy solution and be memorably funny for the duo.

Word Count: 2k approx

Warning: None

A/N: I don’t know if things could really be this easy, maybe one I will try🫣 but I don’t recommend it for anyone, so don’t!

Also I’m sorry if it’s not great tho I tried my best. I’ve been outta touch for some time. Hope you enjoy!

Quarter past midnight, Harry saw the time on his wristwatch as he and YN walked around the 57th Street of the city that never sleeps. The boys were here five days earlier for their concert, which gave the duo this opportunity to spend time together, exploring when there were less chances of being recognized by fans or being caught by paparazzi.

“Aren’t you tired? Even I am tired now. You were rehearsing earlier and now this… what did you ate today?” YN turns to face Harry, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

“We ate almost the same thing! You’re even important to me and deserve my time equally. You spent your whole day watching me, I can spend my night adoring you and talking about tired? I am but just a bit.” YN smiled through glistening eyes at her boyfriend, falling in love with him even more. He never fails to make her feel loved by him.

“Thank you for everything YN. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world and I’m lucky enough to say I’m yours.” Harry says as YN pulls him into a slow yet soft kiss.

Pulling apart YN said “I know a way you won’t be tired anymore but still travel around” Harry rises his brow up, sipping on his drink “Doesn’t sound good” earning a playful punch on his shoulder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Harry says wide eyed.

“It’s gonna be fun! Trust me!” YN said casually, looking at entrance of Hotel Four Seasons as valet opens the door for new guest’s car.

“We’re gonna end up in jail! Trust me!” Harry copied YN, who rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at him saying, “then you don’t watch enough Hollywood movies, I have a plan.”

“I watch them enough to know it’s not possible in real life. If your ‘plan’ - Harry air quotes - goes a single percent wrong, then we’ll spend the whole night sitting in jail and then don’t tell me ‘I told you so’ becau-” YN cuts him off “We’ll pull this off! It’s not like we’re stealing it… we’re just you know, borrowing the car without telling the owner.”

“Isn’t that called Stealing?” He pointed out.

“Shut up dude. Just do as I say and I promise we’ll make the best midnight memories and everyone should have once in a lifetime for everything even jail I guess.” YN then leaves his side and starts to walk towards the hotel.

“YN!” Harry whisper yelled and she just waved back, leaving him with no choice but follow her.

That’s what it was like to be with YN, a carefree girl who challenged everything and wasn’t afraid of anything, there was a different adrenaline rush when around her. He jogged down to her, he pulled out his handkerchief and started fake sneezing as they approached the entrance, it was easy to walk inside as there was not much rush.

They sneaked into the laundry room and YN stole a uniform to disguise her into a staff member. Just changed her coat into the hotel suit, “how do I look?”

“Hot as ever” Harry commented, “c’mon lover boy, we’re halfway there” they paced out of room without getting caught but the game is not over yet.

Upon reaching there, YN stopped Harry and said “stay here and wait for my signal.” He nodded, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he watched YN heading approaching the vehicle of a new guest.

“Welcome Sir! Hope you had a pleasant journey” YN greeted as she opened the door for the man who smiled with a “very well” while heading inside. YN helped the unknown hotel porter in taking the luggage out of the boot and transferred into the carrier, then she took the keys from the valet saying “oh let me park this car! I’ve never driven a Audi before, I want feel the engine” truth to be told, YN has driven the more powerful beast - Harry’s Audi S7.

Fast and Furious franchise inspired her to learn drift, driving like formula one race car on tracks or better like cops are chasing. She’s so into cars, to an extent where she can guess the problem of the car, the type of engine it has by the sound, maybe that’s why she’s called the encyclopedia by Liam. “You want the adrenaline rush? Get in the car with YN” as the boys say.

YN hopped inside the car, her eyes glanced at Harry was peeking out the whole scene. According to plan, he came out of the hiding and told the valet to “get his suitcase”, he ran out and sat into the co-passenger seat. He wasn’t able to close the door when YN hit the gas hardly making the engine roar, echoes running through the lonely streets.

The couple laughed out loud uncontrollably “I can’t believe that worked!” Harry grabs his girlfriend’s palm, placing a few kisses.

“So… should I say ‘I told you so’ instead?"

"Well we didn't end up in the 'tation and you got hands the wheel so yeah, it's on me... and you do know we have to return it back the way it was right?" as the car slowed down at the red signal, YN signed before facing him, "Can't you enjoy the moment and forget about that part? and I can't give it back as it was" YN saw Harry's expression and chuckled "it's not like you think. I'm not gonna reck it of course, but actually use up the 'free' gasoline."

The green light signaled YN for another crazy idea, she hit the gas and the engine roared to life as she drifted to right lane, making Harry fall into her, she giggled while moving the car like butter on the road, slipping between the cars. Harry’s eyes were filled with adorable and his face displayed joy. She was right, he thought - they were making one of the best midnight memories. He broke out of his trance by YN when she let go of the steering wheel raising hands in the air, shouting “Take the wheel, take the wheel!” He immediately took control over it, laughing and shouting back at her “YN YOU CANT JUST LET GO OF THE WHEEL IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROAD!” “THAT’S WHAT THE FUN IS H!” She screams back, Harry chuckles, shaking head in disapproval.

“Louis and Liam are still getting used to my crazy driving style, I don’t how you don’t get scared of your life like Zayn sometimes!” She said, remembering the one time Zayn had her stop the car because he was scared just within 39 minutes into their journey while the boys at the backseat were looking at each other, laughing.

Driving through the Times Square it didn’t felt like the time was almost 2 am. “I trust you with my life just like boys. I don’t want to remember the way it was before you, I feel truly alive in every moment you. Without you there’s nothing to live for. I love you YN and I wish to be ‘ere with you forever.” He confessed, eyes glistening at YN who too was emotional. She suddenly the car without warning disturbing the traffic, turning off the car in parking then she removed her seatbelt and jumped across the seat into Harry’s lap, he placed his hands on either side of her and pulled her into long desperate kiss.

Desperate need of air made them to break the kiss, forehead against each other “I love you” YN whispers.

After a little make out session, Harry get out of the car and reaches to open the door for YN. The couple walk their way to the Times Square, hand in hand. YN starts to capture the moment in her phone. Now it was Harry’s turn for something kinda crazy - he started to do his little dance.

They requested an old woman passing by to record them dance together and gladly accepted. The lady smiled fondly at young lovers while some fans recognized them so they too started to record them in their phones. As she was done recording the lady handed the phone back to them and bid goodbye.

They travel around for some more until they finally decided to wrap the night. YN had Harry to drive back into the hotel car parking lot then she went to keep the keys back into place and as she about to leave a porter came and questioned what was she doing, YN did acted as if she’s sobbing and crying, she took off the uniform she was wearing and gave it to him saying “I quit!” She didn’t give the man time to ask anything further, she quickly paced back to Harry who was waiting by other side of the street.

On the way back to their hotel in the taxi, YN told Harry about everything that happened, Harry joked about how he felt sorry for that employee.

Next Morning

“How was the night guys?” Asked Niall, falling on the couch, the duo gave a mischievous look “kinda crazy” as the boys looked at each other confused.

“What do you mean?”

[silveragelovechild]

Back in the day, I saw the “Underworld” (2003), a Matrix like action movie disguised as a vampire film. I think it was suppose to be set in England, but it had an Eastern European vibe. While the main characters were English or American, supporting actors were not. I later found out it was filmed in Hungary.

I bring this up because Viktor, an ancient vampire, was played by an actor who not only drank blood but he also chewed the scenery. A few years later, when seeing the two sequels, I realized Viktor was played by Bill Nighy, an actor I usually liked. He must have been paying the rent with this role.

This week I saw “The First Omen” and as so it happens, Bill Nighy plays a Satanic priest. I guess Nighy’s rent was due again. It’s a prequel to the 1976 Antichrist classic “The Omen”. I won’t delve too much into the plot but it involves Margaret, a young American woman (Nell Tiger Free) invited by her home town Cardinal (Bill Nighy) to attend a nunnery/orphanage in Rome.

Margaret soon experience odd visions. We also learn that as a child she had psychotic episodes where she couldn’t tell the difference between her visions and reality. (But through out the movie, character ask her if she’s doing okay and she always answers that she’s fine.)

Like all of the earlier Omen films, some grisly deaths herald the coming of the Antichrist. They are suitably shocking. There’s also a scene where Margaret witnesses a woman give birth, but the thing crawling out of her who-ha isn’t a baby. (That might give pregnant women in the audience nightmares!)

As a prequel, this movie adds a very interesting backstory to the Omen lore… why were all those nuns and priests working so hard to give birth to the son-in-satan? The answer is clever.

On the whole, “The First Omen” is an effective Antichrist Movie with one exception. Towards the end, a car driven by nuns-out-of-hell crashes into another car. A young woman crawls out of the wreckage and soon begins twitching and jerking. It goes on so long, to be frank, I thought she was doing a hip-hop audition for the Italian version of “So you think you can dance”.

But fortunately after the scene, the story gets back to it purpose - the birth of Satan Junior

If they do a sequel (which would be a remake of the original) I nominate Ethan Peck to play the role of Robert Thorn, originally played by his grandfather Gregory Peck.

By the way, ten years after “Underworld” (2014) Bill Nighy played a Demon Prince in “I, Frankenstein”. Hopefully Nighy made enough on The First Omen (2024) that he doesn’t need to pay the rent again until 2034.

Brazilian actress Sonia Braga plays Sister Sylvia, a satanic nun in this film. Back in 1976, she starred in the delightful “Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands”. Braga made a number of American films soon after, including “Kiss of the Spider Woman” (1985). I haven’t seen Braga in a film in quite some time. I absolutely did not recognize her in “The First Omen”.

[thenerdycarat]

Ch. 4: Zola

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Warnings: explosions and a building collapse, head injury

They made it out of the mall without anyone else recognizing them, but they had to get to Wheaton now. Steve’s motorcycle was already out of the question, and no subway led to their destination. Stealing a car was their best bet, and thankfully they found a truck with no valuables inside it. Steve hopped into the driver’s seat while Natasha slid into the backseat and Elsie took shotgun. Each of them removed their subtle disguises, the glasses and two hats tossed into the back seat.

Fatigue was starting to hit Elsie again, and she was regretting not sleeping enough in the hospital when she had the chance. She wasn’t sure how long the drive would be, so she decided to lay her seat back and rest her eyes for a bit. Steve held her hand while he drove.

“Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?” Natasha questioned him as they crossed the New Jersey state line.

“Nazi Germany,” he answered. “And we’re borrowing.”

Staring at his hand linked with Elsie’s nail-polished one wrapped in gauze, she thought back to about half an hour ago at the mall. Her curiosity got the best of her, so she sat up a little straighter.

“All right, I have a question for you, which you do not have to answer,” she rambles. “I feel like you probably won’t answer it though, but you’re kind of answering it, you know-”

“What?” Steve replies in annoyance.

“Was she your first kiss since 1945?” Natasha nods to Elsie.

“That cheesy, huh?”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Well, it sounds like you were saying that.”

Natasha shrugged. “I just wondered how much practice you’ve had.”

Steve shakes his head. “You don’t need practice.”

“Everybody needs practice.”

Elsie opens her eyes and sits up since she couldn’t get much of a nap in anymore. “I was his first kiss since ‘45,” she confirms.

“I knew it.”

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s hard finding someone with shared life experience, but I took a chance with her.”

She softly smiles. “I may not have a ton of life experience, but I want to share life experiences with Steve.”

Natasha sighs happily, proud to see her friend in love. While she didn’t know her that well yet, Nat had a feeling Elsie was going to be part of Steve’s life for a long time. It wasn’t because she showed him love or that he showed it back to her, but rather that Elsie wasn’t afraid to fight for the man she loved.

By sunset, they arrived at the location in Wheaton and parked the truck in front of an abandoned, gated facility, which was an old training camp from the war. They hop out and take in their surroundings as they approach the wire fence. It was quiet with a light breeze blowing, and a dog barking in the distance was all that broke the eerie silence. The building itself seemed to have been sitting there since Steve fought in the war, and the stop signs lining the gate had faded over time.

“This is it,” Steve confirms.

“The file came from these coordinates,” Natasha agrees.

“So did I.”

When they sneak in, the trio explores around as the sun sets. Natasha uses her scanner to follow a beacon on where they precisely needed to be in order to find what they were looking for.

“This camp is where I was trained, “ Steve recalled.

Flashbacks of when he first entered the army pre-serum swarmed his thoughts. Most of the ruff and buff militia around him were the ideal people to fight for the United States, but he often was bullied and ridiculed by them. He was a scrawny twenty-five year old man with multiple health problems, but Dr. Erskine saw through the physical aspect and chose him to become the Super Soldier.

“Change much?” Elsie asked as she looked around.

“A little,” he shrugs.

He could still hear the commanding officer calling out instructions during one of their training exercises, and he could clearly picture the exact spot where his smaller self often lagged behind his team and got yelled at by the commander.

“It’s a dead end,” Natasha’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts. She was reading her scanner, but nothing came up. “Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio.”

“Then, whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off,” Elsie concludes.

Steve then spots something behind the girls. It was a facility Steve recognized, but it was out of place. He was starting to think that may be a clue to something.

“What is it?” Natasha asks.

With no hesitation, Steve beelines it to the structure, Natasha and Elsie following closely behind him. “Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place.”

Using the edge of his shield, he breaks the lock on the doors, allowing them to enter and descend down some stairs. He then finds a switch and turns it on, overhead beam lights beginning to illuminate one by one. Multiple office desks, rolling chairs, and other supplies had been left abandoned there for who knows how long; but a certain insignia with a bird shape stood out to them on the back wall.

“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Natasha realizes as they slowly walk through it.

“Maybe where it started,” Steve guesses.

He then finds a door that was still unlocked and opens it, leading to another hallway. The first thing they spotted were three photographed portraits in what seemed to be the late ‘40s, one of the people pictured was someone Elsie was familiar with.

“Well, there’s my grandpa,” Elsie points out the portrait in the center.

“Howard,” Steve adds.

“Who’s the girl?” Natasha asks when she noticed the portrait by Howard’s.

Steve doesn’t answer as he just walks away.

“Peggy Carter,” Elsie whispers to her. “She’s kind of the reason I joined S.H.I.E.L.D.”

With Steve’s reaction, Natasha figured Peggy was an old flame of his. Elsie’s response surprised her a bit, but she decided to put the conversation aside for another time.

A faint buzzing sound came from behind a dusty bookshelf, a spider web covering two conjoining shelves that didn’t touch each other.

“If you’re already working in a secret office,” Steve says before prying open a hidden elevator behind the shelves, “why do you need to hide the elevator?”

Using her scanner, Natasha found the code to operate the moving transport. Once the doors were open with a ding, the three entered inside. Their only option was down, so down is where they went. When the doors opened once again, they were met with a pitch dark room. Walking through, it was a haunting silence until the lights came on automatically. Multiple computers covered in dust and other electronic gadgets sat dormant with cameras not in operation.

“This can’t be the data point,” Natasha shakes her head. “This technology is ancient.”

However, one piece of equipment looked fairly up to date. A small, black, rectangular device with cobalt blue lighting seemed to be on, and it was plugged into the computer. Following a hunch, Natasha plugs the thumb drive into an open. Every device in the room immediately came to life as they powered on, and whirring sounds came from old tech lining the walls.

A robotic voice from the large computer in the center of it all then and green letters across the black screen asks, “INITIATE SYSTEM?”

Finding the chunky keyboard, Natasha spells out “Yes.” The computer then powers up.

“Shall we play a game?” she jokes, quoting Saw. “It’s from a movie that-”

“I know,” Steve nods. “I saw it.”

On top of the main computer screen, a camera from the 1970s pointed towards him, and a green face began to appear on the screen in a coded and warbled manner.

“Rogers, Steven,” a warbled, robotic voice with a European accent recites his name, “born 1918.”

The camera then moves around to identify the two women in the room. “Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna, born 1984. Walker, Elsie, born 1992.”

“It’s some kind of recording,” Natasha downplayed.

“I am not a recording, Fraeuline,” the computer insists. “I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945. But I am.”

On a smaller screen, an image of a balding man in round glasses appears, and Steve immediately knows who it is.

“You know this thing?” Elsie questions Steve with a raised eyebrow.

He begins to walk around the giant system, wondering if this was all some sick joke.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull,” he explains. “He’s been dead for years.”

“First correction, I am Swiss,” the computer Zola sassed. “Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body. My mind, however, that was worth saving on 200,000 feet of databanks. You are standing in my brain.”

Steve returns to the center. “How did you get here?”

“Invited.”

Elsie then remembers something she had read in the S.H.I.E.L.D archives once. “It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited German scientists with strategic value.”

“They thought I could help their cause,” Zola continues. “I also helped my own.”

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull,” Steve shoots back.

“Cut off one head,” -the HYDRA symbol appears for a moment- “two more shall take its place.”

“Prove it.”

The other small screens began showing images of old news clippings and footage of early S.H.I.E.L.D. days.

“Accessing archive.”

A video then begins to play as Zola narrates the story. “HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly.”

Some of the footage was of Steve in his early days as Captain America, and Elsie did her best not to blush. Why did she have to react like that at the worst possible moment?

“After the war,” Zola continued, “S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded, and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D. For 70 years, HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not cooperate, history was changed.”

“That’s impossible,” Elsie chimes in. “S.H.I.E.L.D. would have stopped you.”

An article dating back to two months before Elsie was born pops up announcing the accidental death of her grandparents.

“Accidents will happen,” Zola calmly answers. “HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once a purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts the same as your life. A zero sum.”

In a fit of fury, Steve punches the large screen, a web of cracks causing Zola’s face to disappear. The computer beeps, but Zola just reappears on another screen.

“As I was saying,” he continued.

“What’s on this drive?” Steve interrupts, demanding answers.

The drive. How long had they been listening to Zola? Elsie realized they could be targeted here now, and it wouldn’t be long until they were caught by S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Project Insight requires insight,” Zola answers Steve’s question, his girlfriend trying not to panic. “So I wrote an algorithm.”

“What kind of algorithm?” Natasha asks. “What does it do?”

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.”

“We need to go,” Elsie says before the doors behind them begin to close.

Steve throws his shield to keep the doors open, but it is no use as it boomerangs back to him. Natasha’s scanner begins to beep.

“We’ve got a bogey,” she warns. “Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?” Steve asks.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain,” Zola chimes in. “Admit it.” -Natasha snatches the drive from the port- “It’s better this way. We are, both of us, out of time.”

Steve rushes over to a steel covering on the floor and yanks it open, revealing a hollow escape route. The girls jump into it after Steve just before the ballistic bombs the facility, Elsie screaming in fright. The trio lay low as Steve uses the shield to protect them from all of the debris crashing down around them. Elsie could hear the strain in his voice as he used his strength to keep them safe, and it was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.

[bratkook]

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you. 

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming. 

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands. 

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor. 

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going. 

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving. 

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation. 

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out. 

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp. 

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him. 

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes. 

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public. 

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap. 

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked. 

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.” 

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length. 

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in. 

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching. 

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle. 

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was. 

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits. 

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him.  “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it. 

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do. 

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned. 

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now. 

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans. 

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist. 

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him. 

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up. 

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off. 

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing. 

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you. 

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

[theperfectlovestory]

Don't Touch Her!

Summary: Wanda Maximoff protecting you from the paparazzi when they accidentally pushed you to get pictures of her

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Theme: Fluff

TW: Curses, Injury, mention of hospital, doctors 

Word Count: 1,855

You and Wanda have been dating secretly for a year. You've been on a few dates in public but the media portrays it as the both of you just being friends. You are both fine with that as it gives you the privacy you need but the current successful mission from a famous politician put Wanda on the map of news reporter, making it harder for the both of you to go out

Today was her last day in New York for months long temporary relocation in another country with a few other members and agents. There is a big organization that needs to be taken down so they have to go there and study them. How long, you didn’t know and it’s not like you can join her since you don’t have powers whatsoever, you only live at the tower because Wanda begged you to

She wore her disguise and you wore a simple cap. It was going well so far, you drove in your car to avoid the paparazzi. The date went well. The table you reserved is secluded, you were able to start and finish your meal nicely and quietly, full of laughter, love and reassurances, but the moment she stepped out of the door, paparazzi started swarming her

The both of you immediately tried to get away, walking towards the car the valet brought in front of the restaurant but they were too eager and too many. The sudden intrusion of camera's flashes, recorders and questions made Wanda dizzy. You were about to open the door of the car for her but one of the paparazzi pulled on your clothes to get you out of the way

You tripped on your heels, ankle breaking on the wrong stepped you made with the sudden force

Wanda's eyes widened in horror as you fell and hit your head in the hood of the car loudly. Her scream startled the paparazzi but they didn't even stop and just ignored you

When one of them almost stepped on you, she aggressively pushed him. Angry tears falling on her eyes as she run to you, kneeling in front of you

"Darling, darling!" She called and you lift your head up with one eye closed, holding your head

Your eyes are not focused so she knows you were in pain and probably gravely injured. She angrily stood up and guided you to the car, sitting you in the passenger seat. When she closed the door someone shoved a camera in her face and a recorder as well, asking if you two are dating, in regards of the endearment she called you

Her eyes glowed red in anger, she flicked her wrist, taking the camera out of the man’s hand and smashing it on the wall of the restaurant. The others paparazzi run away in fear, some stayed but they only quietly, full of fear, recorded the scene

She only calmed when you softly called on her from the car, she looked at you before looking back at the paparazzi that hurt you. She angrily pushed her finger on the chest of the paparazzi, recognizing him as the one who cost your injury "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN" she growled, the man’s was shaking and sweating you were afraid he’s gonna pass out, or pee his pants "You will be hearing from my and Stark’s lawyers!"

She then pushed everyone, security finally helping her, drove off the other paparazzi and immediately entered the car, driving to the nearest hospital. She made small talks in the car so you won't fall asleep, trying her hardest not to cry. You then kept telling her reassuring words. Just keeping her distracted overall

"I'm fine Wands" you softly said, touching her hand on the gear shift "slow down, we will get there, we will be fine" She felt herself calm a bit, breathing in and out until she arrived at the hospital. You were immediately admitted for head tests and brought to a private room

She tried to explain what happened to the doctor but almost broke down so you ended up explaining it instead. She just kept pacing back and forth with her hand on her mouth until you end up calling her, holding her hand and rubbing your thumb in her closed knuckles

After the doctor left to check on the scans, you signaled her to lay on the bed besides you

"I'll be fine, baby" you whispered reassuringly, looking at her eyes, making sure that she knows that you do feel fine

"This is my fault, I shouldn't have pushed us to go out" she whispered, tears pouring on her eyes

"No, none of this is your fault, I also wanted to go out, the restaurant was my idea, remember?" You rubbed her temple, giving her small kisses around her face

"But it was because of me tha-" "baby" you warned, she shut her mouth, knowing that you hate it when she blame herself

"I can't stop you from thinking this is your fault, even if I think it's not, but I want you to remember I know what I got myself into when I started dating you, I read the pamphlet Stark gave me" you chuckled and paused, giving her the time to process "but Wands, you are worth everything and more, small mishaps like this doesn't even dent any of my memory with you" her eyes glistened once more but it was full of affection and love and you will accept that every time, better than her scared ones

"I love you Wanda Maximoff" you smiled and instead of answering you, she pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your lips

And that's more than enough for you

"Oh.." the doctor entered with a shocked expression and Wanda cleared her throat and shyly got out of the bed. Her red face made you chuckle

"What's the news doc?" You asked

The doctor explained that the injury is not serious, no bleeding whatsoever, the most you can expect is a bruise or a bump but you are fine, your ankle is also fine but they put bandage on it and told you to try and not put your weight on it so much for a few days

You were also given the permit to go home. Which you are happy about

Stark’s lawyer came in short after the doctor left and Wanda explained what happened to her, already relieved so she's more calmer now but you can see her anger as she demand to sue the paparazzi that injured you

The Lawyer calmed her down, even saying pushing her flight for a few more days while they settle the issue. Wanda agreed and the Lawyer sighed, giving you a tired smile before settling your discharge papers

You were sent to the back seat so you can stretch your legs, and so they can discuss the arrangements. The Lawyer claimed that multiple articles already surfaced about your relationship and when she asked if you want to confirm, Wanda looked at you in the mirror for your answer

"Is confirming the best way to settle this?"

"Well, we can always expect negative feedbacks with her dating but issues like these, Stark will only laugh"

You look at Wanda before deciding and she only nodded "fine, confirm it" you then crossed your arms, pouting and muttering "it'll give

me less problem now that some will stop trying to hit on you whenever Stark throws one of his parties" Wanda chuckled at that and the lawyer smirked

"Okay, and then Wanda, the paparazzi who pushed Y/n has been found and your lawyers have reviewed the file, they are taking action now. Expect update on that throughout the day, I will be backing it up"

"If we can push for jail time it's better, I don't want it to be just a fine" she pursed her lips as she rounded the compound’s parking lot. Turning off the engine, she unlock her seatbelt and got out of the door, the Lawyer followed

You were about to as well, even opened the door too but she unlock your belt for you and carried you bridal style, you let out a low squeal

"I can walk" you insisted, blushing at the sudden situation you are put into

"Nope, you are not walking in that ankle" her voice final so you just sighed, let her do her thing

She set you down the sofa of the common area after the lawyer opened the door for the both of you. She immediately went to the kitchen to make some tea, you think, her lawyer following her and discussing things

When they get back, her lawyer is already fixing her stuff, apologizing again for you and wishing you the best of health before she bid goodbye and left

You just manage to stare at her retreating body because she talked too fast, assuming she have ton to do because of this situation

Wanda then sat on the corner of the sofa after setting the tea down, encouraging you to lay down on her lap and you did. She then started playing with your hair after opening the television for the news

You talked for a bit and then the segment for celebrity updates on the news showed up. It was Wanda getting cornered by the paparazzi. The news showed you getting pulled, and then hitting your head on the car and Wanda running towards you crying. It also showed footage of her smashing the camera and pushing the paparazzi

You both grimaced at the scene before you "well, there goes my television debut" you muttered jokingly and she hit you in the head lightly and when you winced she remembered the injury and have a horrified look on her face as she continuously apologized

You just laughed, catching her hand and kissing it "I'm fine" you said chuckling

"I keep hurting you today" she said, sighing

You sat up and she arranged her position when you lay down your head on her chest, arms circling her waist

"You know that's not true" you mutter, yawning "they were the ones who hurt me, you were the one who saved me, and cared for me and loved me"

She let out another sigh but you know it's more of a relieved one. She silently brushed your hair, and you falling asleep shortly after

Closing the television with the remote, she gazed at your face and smile

"How did I ever get so lucky" she whispered as she pulled the blanket on your bodies, laying down properly on the sofa "We will probably sore when we wake up, but you look so peaceful I feel like it'll be a crime to disturb you"

"I'm so grateful you came to that coffee shop that day, (Y/n). You are my savior, in all aspects of my life. All the wrong become right, they made sense, since you came"

You are my hero, and my home. I'm forever grateful to you. I'll do everything in my power, to keep you safe

"Everything..."

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Real or Fake? | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by @edencherries​ / Summary: Nat and Steve try to set you and Bucky up by sending the two of you to be a fake couple on an undercover mission at a fancy gala. Will you two still be pretending by the end of the night?

A/N: okay so I absolutely love how this one turned out. Yes, I used Hunger Games (if you’ve read them, you know) as an inspiration for the whole real or fake thing. Obviously it is fiction and a hair cut/growing a beard isn’t a good disguise for the Winter Soldier, but this is my story and I can write whatever I want. (You’ll understand this after you read it) 

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“and that’s why we are going to send the two of you in there.” Steve is standing at the end of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Come again, who are the two you are talking about?” You ask, looking around the table. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“You two, y/l/n.” Nat motions to you and Bucky with her fingers, “It’s time for you to be the undercover couple instead of Steve and I.” 

“They’ve seen enough of Romanoff and Rogers to know who they are. It would blow the whole mission.” Tony explains. 

“Okay but won’t they recognize me as the Winter Soldier? It’s not like that is a secret anymore.” 

“Exactly.” You add, “So, it can’t be me and Barnes.” 

“I’m not against it being you and I.” Bucky says from across the table, “I just don’t want to put you in danger because someone makes me out as the Winter Soldier.” 

You can’t help but blush at Bucky’s protectiveness. I mean, if he doesn’t care about it being you and him, then you shouldn’t either. You relax in your chair to hear what Tony has to say. 

“Yes, well that’s why you’re going to have to cut your hair and grow this out.” He motions to his chin, “Just a little scruff. That’ll probably be just enough to hide the Winter Soldier look.” 

Bucky subconsciously runs his fingers through his long hair, “If you say so.” 

“You guys are going to really have to play the part.” Nat begins, “I mean, you two have to look like a married couple, in love. Not all embarrassed to touch or look a each other like you’re doing now.” 

“We get it, Nat.” You mutter. 

“Good.” She smiles, “Lets go get you your wardrobe picked out then. The GALA is in a week.” 

~ 

“Barnes would like this one.” Nat holds up a dress and you scrunch your nose up at it. 

“Why does it matter if Barnes likes it? Shouldn’t I be the one who likes it?” 

“because he’s going to be your husband.” Nat shrugs and browses through the remaining dresses. 

“Fake husband.” You correct before finding a dress that you adore. 

“Not enough cleavage.” 

you groan, “Nat! Come on. I don’t want my hoohas out in the open.” 

She sighs, “Alright alright, go try it on.” 

You do as she says and when you come out wearing the dress, her mindset changes, “Okay, fine I actually like it.” 

“Then I’m going with this one.” When you turn to leave you hear her mutter something about Barnes is going to love it. 

~ 

“We really have to try on tuxes? I have plenty.” Bucky says to Steve. 

“yeah but you need a new one for this gala.” Steve shrugs, “Plus, Tony’s paying for it so why not.” 

“Are you sure that sending y/n and I is a good idea? We don’t talk that much.” 

“You guys are going to be great. I mean you two work well together. I’ve seen the two of you out in the field. The chemistry is great.” 

“yeah but that’s.. not even close to acting like we’re married and in love.” 

Steve sighs and puts a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder, “Look, you got this. Y/n is a beautiful woman and you two work well together. Who knows, maybe you two will fall in love by the end of the night.” Steve shrugs. 

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Yeah right.” If only he knew. 

~ Night of the Gala ~ 

Nat had spent the afternoon getting you prepared for the gala. She went over the target and what needed to happen tonight while she helped with hair and makeup. And by helping, I mean she told the ladies what to do. 

“And most importantly, have fun with Barnes tonight! It’s a luxurious night at one of the most anticipated parties of the year.” 

“Okay, but we’re still on the job. We still have to get intel on the target.” 

“Yeah but you two have to play the part, so you still get to have fun.” She fixed the bottom of your dress so you could see the final look in the mirror, “You look stunning!” 

You tilt your head as you admire your reflection in the mirror. Getting dolled up like this was a rare occurrence, so this was a treat. “Its not too much?” 

“No, it’s perfect. Tonight is going to be great.” She gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze, “We should get you to Barnes. He’s probably waiting for you.” 

~ 

“I don’t know if I like this new look.” Bucky rubs at the stubble on his cheeks and chin. 

“Facial hair is popular now. All the ladies love it.” Steve hands Bucky his suit jacket; you’d be down any minute now. 

“When have I ever had to worry about what the ladies loved on men? They loved me anyway.” Bucky chuckles as he slips the suit jacket on. 

“Yes, well, some of us weren’t that lucky.” He peeks over his shoulder when he hears you and Nat’s voice, “Look, if the night goes well, look in the left pocket of the jacket.” 

Bucky looks at his best friend in confusion, “What?” 

“If the night goes well, left pocket.” Steve quickly mutters out, but it was more of a jumbled mess as you and Nat approach. It leaves Bucky wondering what the heck Steve meant and if this was a mission, why would it matter if the night went well? He didn’t wonder for long, because his attention was somewhere else as soon as he laid eyes on you. 

You wore the dress with such a confidence he wondered where it could have been all this time. Yeah, he’d seen you out in the field, kicking ass, but this was a different side of you; a different confidence. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you outside of your field uniform. Well, there was that one time... Knocking is very important. 

“You..You look..” Bucky was tongue-tied. There wasn’t a word in the dictionary that could describe you. Not a word that would capture the immense beauty of what he was looking at in this very moment. 

Luckily, Steve jumped in, “I think he’s looking for.. beautiful, stunning. You know somewhere along those lines.” 

Bucky suddenly felt underdressed. did he put enough gel to slick his hair back? Did it look okay? Was his suit good enough? Did he put on enough deodorant? He put on his underwear, right? 

“Your new look fits you well.” You motion to your face with your finger, “You look very handsome.” 

He clears his throat as he fiddles with his coat, “It’s scratchy.” 

You giggle, “facial hair is very popular now though. The ladies love it. I know I do.” 

Bucky wasn’t sure why, but that comment made him feel giddy inside. What the hell was going on with him? Snap out of it Bucky! “Should we get going?” He holds his arm out for you and you gladly take it, slipping your arm through his, “Yes we should. Don’t want to be late!” 

~ 

When you arrived at the event, the two of you signed into the party under fake names of course. As you made your way to your table, you two began searching the crowd for the target. 

“I haven’t spotted him yet.” 

“Yeah I don’t...” You take another look and you finally spot him as he enters the room. “He’s just entered the room.” 

Bucky pulls your chair out for you, “Yeah I see him.” 

“Apparently we’re supposed to gather intel on the guy, but Nat never specified what kind.” 

“Steve didn’t mention it to me either. I guess we’re supposed to keep an eye on him?” 

So, that’s exactly what the two of you did. You two played along as the happy couple, talking with the others at the table while dinner was served. 

“So, how long have you two been married?” The woman asks with a smile. Oh god, you two didn’t even go over anything like in the car. 

“4 years.” Bucky smiles at you as he takes your hand in his, “But we’ve been together for 6.” 

“Oh that’s so wonderful! My husband, Carl and I have been married for 30 years!” 

“Wow 30 years? That’s.. amazing.” You comment, thankful Bucky took the lead. 

“You want to know the secret?” She leans in closer, “the sex!” 

“Oh?” Bucky asks, raising his eyebrows questionably at you. 

“No no!” She laughs, “I’m only messing with you two. This is going to sound so cheesy, but it’s love. It really is.” She looks longingly at her husband, “If you two love each other, that’s only half the hard work it takes to making a marriage last. The other half is being truthful. And of course respect, and trust. There’s a lot that goes into a happy and healthy marriage.” 

You didn’t know if it was on purpose, but Bucky gently squeezed your hand at the end of the lady’s advice. Something about Bucky shifted after the two of you talked to that older couple. Bucky kept his hand on you, whether it be to hold your hand, put his hand on your thigh or even around the back of the chair. It left you feeling confused, because from what you’d heard, Bucky wasn’t one for physical affection. You weren’t sure if he was playing the part well or if this could somehow be real affection toward you. 

The two of you swayed softly to the music. Bucky held you close to him, one hand in yours and the other on your waist, “Are you enjoying the night?” 

“We’re technically supposed to be on a mission.” 

“Yeah but we can still enjoy ourselves.” He pulls away to look down at you, moving a piece of hair of your shoulder, his fingers grazing your soft skin. 

“Are you enjoying it?” 

He chuckles, “I asked the question first, doll.” 

You playfully roll your eyes and shrug softly, your eyes dancing around the crowd to make sure the target hadn’t left, “It’s only pretend..” 

“Is it though?” 

Your eyes snap back to Bucky’s. 

“Is it only pretend?” His hand leaves your hip to run his finger along your cheek, “Are we really faking this?” 

The skin on skin contact sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps covering your body, “I don’t know, Bucky. Are we?” 

He smirks softly, “You really don’t know how to answer a question do you? You’re supposed to answer it with an actual answer, not a question.” His hand moves to your neck, cupping your cheek as if he was going to... 

And then his lips meet yours. Bucky Barnes was kissing you. Oh god but was this real or fake? Was this a part of the married couple look? Was he only playing his part of your pretend husband? Even with the confusion, you returned the kiss. Your hands going to the back of his neck. If you were being honest, you didn’t want it to end. 

Bucky’s lips slowly leave yours, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Real or fake?” You whisper, gulping, “The kiss, was it real-” 

To answer your question, his lips pressed against yours again. 

~ 

As the party neared its end, you and Bucky decided it would be a good time to leave. Walking out of the event center hand and hand, Bucky remembered Steve’s advice. He patted his jacket and felt something in the inside pocket. When he pulled it out, it was a hotel key. The same one hosting the gala. 

“That sly bastard.” 

When the two of you opened the hotel room, inside it was only one large king size bed and a dozen roses sitting on the bedside table with a bottle of champagne and of course two glasses. There was also a note - 

 if you’re reading this, it means the night went well and our plan worked. Please make sure you give us credit at your wedding. Also, order whatever you want because Tony’s paying. We’ll tell him that later. 

p.s. don’t be mad, this wasn’t a real mission. We picked the guy out from the guest list and told you to watch him. - Nat & Steve (aka Matchmakers) 

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[tricktster]

the twilight series suddenly makes 100% more sense if you read them under a specific premise that, i contend, is heavily supported by the text:

Much like Amy’s diary in Gone Girl, the books in the Twilight Saga are verbatim reproductions of in-universe diary entries carefully and deliberately created and curated by badass unreliable narrator Bella Swan as a means to achieve immortality.

Prerequisite assumptions:

1) Bella actively and persistently wants to become a vampire, both diagetically and (I contend) non-diagetically. The average vampire novel format often fails to capture realistic human behavior in one highly specific area: the protagonists are frequently mortals who grapple with the choice of whether to become a vampire. This is stupid, because being a vampire would obviously be dope as hell; particularly in the Twilight Universe, where vampires are not required to take a human life to survive, and indeed, have the capacity to live full and rewarding lives while integrated* into the human community.

(*integrated-ish; see Assumption 6)

2. There are too many coincidences for Bella to have encountered the Cullens by sheer chance, only to be the ONE person that Edward can’t live without (due largely to the novelty factor of not being able to read her ding-dang thoughts.)

3. Diagetically, the Volturi don’t even know Bella’s psyonic gifts until New Moon, but we also know that the Volturi scour the globe for recruits to enlist into the protection of their governing body.

4. Nobody wants to be a voiceless cog in a bureaucracy.

5. Nobody, and especially nobody in high school, wants to be a high school student forever.

6. Vampires in twilight are, as a group, cartoonishly terrible at disguising their true nature.

7. Forks is a backwater town approximately 3.5 hours away from the biotech hub of Seattle.

7. George W. Bush and Dick Cheney can eat my farts and they deserve to be preserved in this snapshot of an innocent author’s mind slowly unraveling.

Proposed timeline:

In 1993, there is a key system meltdown at a improvised biohacking startup in Seattle, rendering all innovative genetic modification experiments into a puddle of brown sludge that nobody can figure out how to dispose of per Federal regs, since they don’t even know what it is.

The broke founder of the startup, who for the purposes of this timeline I will call Jeff Bezos because that’s who it was, eventually grows tired of all the discussion about what to do, and just pops it in a barrel, drives a few hours out of town, and dumps it in a pond.

Bella Swan, a small child, is hanging out at a park with her family friend Jacob Black (and a ton of his friends) when they all decide to wade in a slightly murky pond. Thereafter, they are transformed.

Bella grows up as a normal, highly powerful mutant with a +20 to deception checks and wisdom saves. She lives in Arizona, but up until 2002, summers in Forks. While in Forks, she picks up on the local lore about a family of vampires who don’t eat people.

Because Forks (population: 17 + Charlie’s mustache) is boring, Bella bones up on the only interesting thing about it, i.e. Vampire Hometown baybeeeee.

In 2000, George W. Bush gets elected president, and his evangelical politics and general bumbling ineptitude informs Bella’s opinions on authoritative governmental entities.

In 2001, the Cullens make their intention to move back to Forks known, but they take a while because they need to pack all their stupid graduation hats and volvos, etc.

Later in 2001, a psychic Volturi scout rolls through Forks to ensure that nobody within living memory recalls the Cullens, and notices an anomaly in the psychic field.

The scout goes to confront Bella about joining the Volturi, and Bella immediately clocks him as a vampire, because vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human. This leaves the scout in a bind: she’s too valuable to kill, but she’s a pre-teen, and therefore too young to be transformed per Volturi authority.

The scout warns her he’ll have to kill her if she discusses the existence of vampires with any human. He then tells her he’ll be back in five years, and begins to sweet talk her on how good life will be when she’s a vampire, beautiful, immortal, powerful, etc. Bella asks if she has to kill, and dude says “nah, actually there’s a bunch of vegetarian vampires who are moving back here soon. Fucking nerds, but otherwise they’re doing well.” Bella is all about becoming a vampire, because Bella is a rational actor.

Bella moves to Arizona, and as the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq are unjustifiedly initiated, she recognizes that while she DOES want to be a vampire, she does NOT want to be a foot soldier in any war that she can’t support. She needs a plan.

In 2004, Bella is watching her step-dad’s minor league baseball game when it occurs to her. On her own, she’s a target for the Volturi, but if she had some people to watch her back, she might be okay. Of course, nobody fucks with the Volturi on behalf of some rando human. She’ll need to con her way into a coven who’ll have her back and also give her that +10 to constitution via vampiric transformation, which she desperately wants because she’s a rational actor. And where are the non-volturi vampires that might have her back? Fucking Forks.

Bella moves to Forks in 2004, and upon seeing the Cullens, she immediately clocks them as vampires even though they left their “we’re all vampires” booty shorts at home, because, as previously discussed, vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human.

Bella notes that all the vampires but one are paired off in heterosexual bliss, and takes note of the straggler as a potential vehicle to vampyrdom.

Bella figures out that Eddie can read everyone’s mind but hers, because Edward Cullen fucking sucks at looking/acting like a human who can’t read minds. Bella further observes that Eddie has a huge undead boner for her.

She’s found her mark. Now she just needs to convince him that she’s better off as part of the coven than on her own. Problem: Eddie’s a self-pitying insufferably guilt-striken perpetual adolescent who keeps himself busy by feeling sorry for himself because he’s a vampire, angst angst angst etc etc. Also, I think he’s Catholic, so add some more guilt in. She’ll have to win him over by convincing him that they’re destined to be soulmates.

What does a vampire used to having complete insight into everyone’s mind but his crush’s want? A method to know what she really thinks of him. Bella begins writing a “diary” knowing that there’s no way in hell Eddie won’t sneak in and read it. So she Gone Girls it, and begins to lay a trap to lure him in. That first diary? Twilight.

This was just in the movie but a stoner chases her around with a worm on a stick. Nothing to do with this theory, I just like that part of the movie. Where’s my spinoff about that guy?

Eddie won’t give Bella what she wants (eternal life) by the end of book 1, even though she asks him to EXTREMELY POLITELY. Time to hit the diary with some more promises of undying love.

Bella reconnects with her old friend Jacob and the rest of the Mutated By Jeff Bezos Boys. Alas, they cannot turn her into a physically powerful sexy immortal with a bite, so she’s still stuck with plan A) win over a whole family of vampires with big Mormon energy. It’s the long con.

Edward’s angst abruptly takes a swing towards terminal. He’s absolutely your classic sadboy, perhaps because Bella now has one (1) friend that he knows about.

When Eddie begins to drift away on account of Angst, Bella conjurs up a secondary love interest who, coincidentally, is ALSO a sexy supernatural entity, and is much less coincidentally just Jacob.

We should establish here that Edward is like a 107 year old white dude and so even though Diary!Bella pretends not to see it, Metatextual Frame Story!Bella knows that dude is super racist.

Jacob Black is three things: 1. Like Bella, a mutant (although one with shapeshifting abilities), 2.one of Bella’s oldest and most trusted confidants, and 3. down to clown on an elderly teenage vampire who keeps stereotyping him. Sure, says Jacob, I’ll take the form of a werewolf. He seriously thinks we’re all just beastmen, huh? Hey look at me now, I’m Regis Philbin because this is 2005 and Who Wants to be a Millionaire is still sort of relevant. Sick.

Edward does not like that Bella has one (1) other friend. Bella and Jacob plot to use this to their advantage and lure Edward back on the wings of jealousy.

Eddie gets himself into trouble on account of Angst and poor communication, so Bella has to go rescue him from himself/the Volturi.

Aro finally meets her and gets to test her powers, which impress him. Now she’s back on the fucking radar.

I forget everything that happens in Eclipse, so i have chosen to omit that part.

Eventually she extracts a quid pro quo from Eddie; i’ll marry you if you turn me into a dracula.

We don’t really call ourselves that, Wet Blanket Cullen replies, entirely earnestly.

Bella gets married at 18 in 2006, and Eddie starts to backtrack his promise about changing her. This won’t stand.

Well, look, he’s an elderly guilty catholic/mormon teen who probably still uses super racist terms, but she’s stuck on honeymoon island, he has certain angles that work for him, and seriously what are they gonna do but fuck? Bella’s alternative is listening to her “husband” drone on about his interests, which are almost certainly Car, How Do I Post a Minion Picture on Facebook, and Licorice Used To Be a Lot Cheaper in the Good Old Days.

Whoops a fetus.

Bella recognizes that she’s GOT to have this baby: time’s running out, and Bella knows that at least two of the Vamps in her coven will cut ties if she terminates or otherwise fails to carry this baby to term because of the conservative religious subtext. She’s going to have to stick it out for 9 months, even though it’s a risky call.

Bella gets what she wants after giving birth. “My time as a human is over, but I've never felt more alive. I was born to be a vampire.” That’s a direct quote. Except now she’s got a (pretty cute and easy) baby that she desperately wants to protect from Turning Into A Vaguely Religious Cullen Dressed Head To Toe In Cream Colored Wool.

Bella decides to fake her own death and escape with the kid and Jake so they can form i guess a detective agency. Bella will get “killed” by the Volturi, move to Sydney, and open up shop, and Jake will take the kid after her a few months later.

They’re gonna need a reason why Jake gets the kid though, and there’s only one reason to do anything amongst the Cullens: a heterosexual love interest with a super problematic age gap.

Jesus, Jake sighs, is Eddie really going to believe I’m in romantic love with your actual infant? Does he really think that little of me?

Yup.

Bella tries to draw the Volturi’s attention.

Works too well.

The Cullens call up all their vague acquaintances, who are at least kind of fun. Particularly that one dude who keeps getting angry about British conduct during the American Revolution.

Well, fuck, now the Volturi are bringing an army to fight their ragtag army of Vampires Who Are Cool And Interesting Enough That We Can Safely Presume They Are All Definitely Gay. Bella can’t let those guys die, they’re the first actually compelling vampires she’s ever talked to.

Bella saves the day because she’s OP.

All the Cool Vamps start packing up to leave and Bellz almost goes with them, but the Cullens would just keep sending missionaries after her if they knew.

Bella finishes her fourth journal with the vague warning that the Volturi are still out there somewhere and they miiiight just try and get her.

Two days later, she stages a scuffle and gets the fork out of Fucks. Her journals are the only clue.

Sirius Black and baby nessie follow once edward has stopped sobbing into his cream colored sweater and moved on to Extended Power Pouting.

Bella recruits her own army of fledglings.

Bella stages a coup against the Volturi and succeeds.

Bella sits on the iron throne with a hot lady vampire on each knee and they all kiss and stuff.

Nessie I guess forms a post punk band?

Edward dies from aspiration of a brussel sprout that he ate because he just wanted to feel something.

Charlie and Billy get married.

Charlie’s mustache develops a cult instagram following, providing them with a modest retirement income.

Jacob shapeshifts into Bill Murray and is always crashing weddings.

Bella’s stepdad is off in the B plot this whole time winning the world series with the help of a kooky angel.

There. Fixed. My soul is at rest.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

...............

"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

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As soon as you get out of the elevator, you rush to the slot where your car is parked, checking your surroundings before sending a quick text to Chohee. 

You fall silent, remembering the events that transpired last night, and having to see the cause of it all just this morning.

You barely make it out of the basement with the eight-year-old family Camry you borrowed from your parents and as you exit your apartment building, you make a mental note to have it checked one of these days. 

Thankfully, you reach Woocheon alive and in no time, considering the current state of your car. There are only thirty vacant slots left when you reach the hospital’s basement. Sighing, you keep your eyes open for any vacancies. When you spot one just beside the space reserved for motorcycles and bikes, you speed a little towards it, hoping that no one else will beat you to it. 

Just next to you, a scooter arrives, and as a familiar mop of blonde hair greets you, you knock on your window, excitedly waving at Jimin as he lifts up the scooter seat to retrieve some of his things inside. “Jimin!!” 

“Hello, _______, good morning to you too. You seem...bright-er today.” 

“I’ll tell you all the deets later with Soomin, but ackkk can you believe it? Our first day!!” Jimin laughs at your enthusiasm as he waits for you to get your stuff from the passenger seat. 

“You want me to help you with that?” Jimin eyes the duffel bag hanging by your shoulder. “I’m okay, no worries,” you reply, reassuring Jimin and waving him off with a free hand. 

“_______, it seems as heavy as it looks...” Ah, maybe the strap straining against your shirt was a little too obvious then... but you don’t have the heart to burden Jimin with your own belongings so you politely decline one more time. 

Jimin, however, isn’t convinced one bit with your statement, especially when he sees your knuckles turn white as you adjust the strap of your bag. “How ‘bout this instead? You carry my bag, and I’ll carry yours because mine is definitely lighter than that...baggage of yours, ________.” 

He doesn’t budge from his spot, raising his eyebrows as he gives you an offer you can’t deny. “Fine, but this is only for today, okay?” Pouting, you hand your bag over to Jimin who accepts it with a smug smile. He then proceeds to jokingly topple over due to the weight of your bag. 

“Jimin!” you exclaim, tugging the strap back towards you. “I’m kidding! It’s fine _______, don’t worry about me,” he smirks, doing weird poses as you both make your way out of the basement parking lot. Just a couple of minutes later, and Jimin entertaining you all the way through, you both arrive at a small restaurant just beside the hospital where the three of you agreed to meet for breakfast. 

With brows furrowed in concern, Jimin waves his fork in front of you to get your attention, “_______, you okay? You’ve been staring at that bottle for quite some time already...you think maybe you can ketchup later instead?” Jimin snickers quietly to himself, while you and Soomin have similar expressions, staring blankly at Jimin who instantly turns quiet after seeing your reactions. Jimin sinks slowly in his seat as he clears his throat. “Uhm, sorry...I’ll just shut up...for now...”

“Mustard you do that this early in the morning?” Soomin looks at you then squints her eyes at Jimin while she fights the grin playing on her lips. Jimin’s face lights up like a little kid on Christmas day. The two share a high five as they bond over their equally awful jokes as you quietly rejoice in your seat, glad that they seem to have come out of their shells after their awkward first meeting. 

You wish someone else in particular would have at least made an effort to rectify your rather unpleasant first meeting too. 

“You two would make a cute couple.” You make sure your observation is loud enough for them to hear, disguising half of your sentence as a cough to distinctly express your amusement. 

The two instantly part at your remark - Soomin going back to picking at her food while Jimin takes a sip of is drink. Your eyes widen a little bit, realizing that you might have celebrated a little too early for that. “Anyways, like Jimin here mentioned, you do seem a little distracted today...you alright?” 

You close your eyes for a bit, trying to lose the image of Jungkook greeting you in your own corridor this morning. You’re certain it’s not just your sheer pique against Jungkook that continues to bother you, but half of it is definitely the humiliation that came with realizing he was the same person that had indirectly brought you to your high last night - and your own dignity could not take the veracity of it all. 

“Okay, remember when I told you guys recently that my neighbor was leaving and that she’s looking for a new tenant, right?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“And do you also remember the time I mentioned that I am...uh...displeased with a particular human being named Jeon Jungkook?” 

It’s Soomin who makes a second murmur of affirmation. 

“Ah, yes... you meant you hate him. Am I correct?” seconds Jimin. 

“That is affirmative. Yes.” 

You take a deep breath before starting, “Well...” 

“Hang on, let me just backtrack a little bit...we’re talking about the same Jeon Jungkook from Yonsei right? The one you tied with at the boards?” 

“That is also a yes.” 

“Well... I think he might be my new neighbor.” Grimacing, your face crumples in disappointment while you imagine just all the possible things that might happen having Jungkook as your neighbor...and all the nightmares that will accompany his moving in. 

Jimin purses his lips in a poor attempt to control his snicker. “You have an insane amount of bad luck following you around, ________.” Courtesy of Chohee divulging yours and Jungkook’s history all the way to your first encounter with him, Jimin is well aware of your resentment towards Jungkook. 

“In all honesty though, he seems like a normal dude. Just leaning a bit towards the cheeky side, but nothing too atrocious really...and if I do say so myself, you really, and quite literally, just got off on the wrong foot.” 

“Jungkook...Jungkook...Jeon...” Soomin is looking somewhere else, clearly focused on trying to recall a memory as she repeatedly taps her nails against the table repeatedly. “There’s something about him that I’m forgetting but,” she says, looking at her watch, “but shit!! We’re going to be late, we gotta leave!” 

The three of you get up from your seats abruptly, the sound of your chairs scraping against the floor startling the other customers in the restaurant. “Come on! Quickly!” 

The locker room is full by the time the three of you arrive that you have to squeeze through rows of interns before a female WMC employee in uniform comes through the door with an announcement. “All interns, please proceed to the lobby for your hospital tour and orientation. Chief Park Daejung will be with you momentarily.” 

Your trio scrambles to look for free lockers while the rest of the interns start to file out of the room, so when Jimin finds a free one for the meantime, he hurriedly grabs both yours and Soomin’s stuff and stashes them inside before ushering you all out of the room to catch up with the group. 

At the lobby, the HR assistant from earlier, Narae (the same reason you’re convinced majority of the male interns are paying more attention than expected) is already making a roll call of all the interns that came in this morning and your trio just makes it in time to hear your names getting called. 

Even from the back row with all the disadvantages of having average height, you’re practically buzzing in your spot and just like a crazed woman, you’re powerless to shake off the smile that seems permanently etched on your face. 

“Excited?” Jimin nudges your side as he looks at you with an equally warm smile. “Yeah...” you murmur, marveling at the sheer size of the hospital, “I have studied my ass off my whole life for this moment...” 

Opening the information booklet handed over by Ms. Narae earlier, you slide your ballpen off your lanyard, deciding to write your name both in Korean and English on the first page and officially claiming it yours. As you get to your surname, someone bumps into you, causing you to scribble a line throughout the entire page. 

You take a deep breath, internalizing your annoyance and drilling it to the far end of your brain. Nope, you weren’t going to let this bother you, not today at the least. The name Chief Park Daejung class out however, makes you look up from the booklet. 

“Jeon Jungkook? Glad to have you join us...fifteen minutes after call time.” 

“I am sorry, Sir. Something came up. This won’t happen again.” 

The chief turns to Narae, who’s been nothing but professional the whole time, ignoring all the ogling from all the other interns, “Didn’t know we actually got him. I’d recognize this kid anywhere. He’s the spitting image of his father - plus, they both make sure to make strong first impressions,” adds the chief, handing over a clipboard back to Narae. 

Even though the voice coming from your right is unmistakable, you still close your eyes in fervent prayer, hoping that the person the chief was referring to isn’t the same number one person on your fight-on-sight list. Slowly, you pry one of your eyes open just to see Jungkook already staring you down with a smug grin on his face. “Fancy seeing you here, smally.” 

Soomin, who’s standing on your left, leans toward your ear. “Ah, that’s what I was going to say earlier this morning...Jungkook was on the intern list.” 

With the smallest smile your face muscles can muster, you look at Soomin, eye to eye. “Thanks for the warning, Soomin. I...really appreciate it.” She winks at you as she replies, “You’re very much welcome, dear.” 

Jimin, who seems to have overheard the entire conversation, looks over and waves at Jungkook. “Hey bro, didn’t know you applied for Woocheon too! This is awesome!” 

You’re starting to question if your so-called friends are really on your side or not. 

Taken aback by Jimin’s questionable enthusiasm, Jungkook scratches the back of his head before voicing out a reply, “Oh yeah...surprise! I guess...” 

Surprise indeed. 

“Well, shall we start then? We’ve got a long day ahead of us!” Chief Park clasps his hands together, “Everyone, welcome to the Woocheon Medical City.” 

Woocheon is going to be hell. 

Miss Narae continues to walk your group around the hospital’s main building - through the lobby, cafeteria, outpatient clinics, as well as the different departments. “Correct me if I’m wrong but don’t the orientations usually come before the tours?” you ask Soomin, going over to the page of the booklet showing the hospital map.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of foot traffic in the hallways starting from ten onwards so it’s not recommended to have the tour during those times…” Soomin replies. 

“Oh… I see…” Your group finally arrives by the operating rooms and you close the booklet, focusing on Miss Narae’s guidelines. Suddenly, the automatic doors open and out come two doctors talking to each other with the taller man stretching his arms. “Interns, may I introduce to you our surgical residents, Dr. Min Yoongi and Dr. Kim Namjoon, specializing in general surgery and neurosurgery respectively.” Your group bows to the senior doctors, likewise greeting them a good morning. 

“You all sure about choosing medicine as your career path?” The smaller one of the two, who you assume to be Dr. Min, says with a straight face. 

“Hyung, don’t scare them away! But just so you know,” Dr. Kim adds, then takes a step closer to your group, “...there’s still time to back out, kids,” he whispers, earning nervous chuckles from the group. 

“Ah new babies!!” Someone from behind your group announces. With the blue scrubs he’s wearing, you assume he’s another surgeon (and an insanely handsome one too). “Apples keep the doctors away but the hospital can’t really keep its patients away can it? Else we wouldn't have such a magnificent hospital such as the Woocheon Medical City, right?” Laughter erupts from the group as he passes through, making a beeline towards Dr. Min and Dr. Kim. 

Miss Narae clears her throat, gathering everyone’s attention once more, “I’d also like to introduce to you Dr. Kim Seokjin, also a surgical resident specializing in general surgery.” 

“Oh don’t believe her! With looks like these? Sheesh! We’re actually newbie actors filming season 3 of Hospital Playlist...but you know...between us three, it’s obvious who sets the bar, right?” This earns eye rolls from both Dr. Min and the other Dr. Kim. 

Pushing Dr. Seokjin towards the operating room, Dr. Yoongi turns to your group again, “Please ignore him. We’re actual licensed doctors…Hyung just…” Dr. Min sighs, rubbing at his temples, “...he says he doesn’t like attention but he keeps on doing humiliating things like these…” 

Dr. Seokjin, who’s already inside the operating room hallway, overhears Dr. Min’s words. “Hey! Why do you keep outing me like this?! Also, this appendectomy will just take a while - wait for me! I’m craving kalguksu today!”  

“Soomin...is it just me or everyone here has got to be damn attractive?” 

Jungkook leans in from behind, raising his eyebrows at you and Soomin. “Oh you guys weren’t aware that it was one of the qualifications before getting accepted into Woocheon? Kind of an unspoken rule really…” Jungkook remarks as he crosses his arms over his chest and you swear on your life you hadn’t taken a peek at the very distracting outline of his arms. 

Jimin who seems to agree with the idea wholeheartedly, places his fingers under his chin and wriggles his eyebrows wildly. 

Boys. 

Rolling your eyes at them, you retort, “You do realize that that only means we’re hot too.” likewise raising your shoulders at them. Soomin gives you a high five before flipping her hair towards the two. Jungkook gives you both a lopsided smirk in reply, “I’m not going to deny that.” 

Soomin grabs you by the elbow, turning both your backs to the boys behind you, “You sure you hate him, or you just can’t take the way he’s flirting with you?” 

© joontier 2021

[apiratewhopines]

This one is a gift for @teamhook because she is one of the most generous people I’ve ever met.

Thanks to @jrob64 for giving me advice on artwork and to ultraluckycatnd for reading over this chapter

Midnight

Chapter 1 — The Prince

Summary: In which our heroine meets cute

Chapter 1 of 7 on AO3

“But don’t forget folks,

That’s what you get folks

For makin’ whoopee”

-Makin’ Whoopee, Eddie Cantor

Emma Swan had been in some tight spots, but she’d never been in a run out of gas on a deserted highway with a dying cell phone battery and a stomach as empty as her bank account kind of situation before. In truth, she blamed this unfortunate situation on the same person she blamed all the misfortunes of her adulthood. Neal Cassidy.

There was a time a few short months ago she would have done anything for the man responsible for her current circumstances. Neal had been too good to be true. A real Prince Charming, down to the supposed trust fund and a smile that made her believe in happy endings.

She’d been a sucker. She heard one was born every minute, she just never thought her time would come. After all, one of the few things she learned in the foster system was how to spot bullshit from a mile away. But he looked at her with his soulful eyes and whispered promises in his smoky voice and she fell for it. More than once, actually, and all she had to show for the wasted years was a voicemail box full of collection calls and a wolf at the door.

Because Neal Cassidy didn’t just leave her. He stole her identity, maxed out her credit cards, and took out half a dozen loans in her name. Then he proceeded to use the money to wine and dine a wide assortment of women, the sheer number of which would make Casanova blush. All the while professing his undying love and spending his days eating all her food and watching television from his favorite seat on the couch.

Seriously, you could still see the faint outline of his backside on the cushion.

As countless victims of his schemes started showing up at her door looking for the man who made them feel alive while killing them one dollar at a time, she listened to tears and rants and misery with ill-disguised impatience. How had she become the counselor to the trail of broken girls he left in his wake? When was it going to be her turn to moan and groan and swear she’d never love again?

Well, she did get around to the swearing to never love again part. Some mistakes don’t bear repeating.

The final straw happened two months ago. Neal had disappeared after their final fight. His righteous indignation at being called on his crap and inability to find a plausible excuse for the stack of overdue bills and statements she found stuffed in the back of his gym bag made it difficult to share the same space. She wanted him gone even as her hands itched to touch him one more time.

Unfortunately, leaving her drowning in debt with the knowledge he cheated on her for the majority of their relationship wasn’t enough for him. He decided to do some collateral damage on his way out of town.

He did the unforgivable. He went after Granny.

His target was meant to wound her. While he lied and schemed the entire time they were together, she had been an open book for the first time in her life so he knew Granny was the sole connection she formed as a foster. Her brief stay with the woman before she aged out of the system was a time of peace and healing. Granny was responsible for helping her get on her feet and the two maintained a friendship years later.

Emma received the frantic call from Ruby explaining her grandmother had been tricked into giving Neal a blank check so he could do her grocery run. Hours later, she received a notification from her bank saying her checking account had been wiped out. At that point, the tenuous control Emma had on her emotions disappeared. She sat on the kitchen floor of the apartment she was about to lose, staring at empty walls that still echoed with his laughter in her weaker moments, and she broke into a million pieces.

So it was no wonder she vowed to have her vengeance. To do anything and everything to make him pay. Luckily, since he skipped out on a court date, catching him would also get her paid.

Tracking him had taken more time than she liked to admit. She was good; even penniless and running out of options, she recognized her worth and knew she possessed hard to find skill sets. But she had a sinking sensation that he might be better.

Now she was stranded on the side of the road with nothing except her most uncomfortable shoes to keep her company. But damn did they make her legs look good and with everything else in her life collapsing around her, somehow that seemed important.

Squaring her shoulders, she climbed out of the car and pondered her next course of action. She was unfamiliar with the state road connecting the two small towns on the Maine coast, so she had no idea what the odds were that a good samaritan would happen along. She had just enough juice in her battery and lettuce in her account to call for an Uber to take her to the seedy nightclub where Neal was last seen. Or she could walk the rest of the way in her mile-high heels knowing she never looked better, even though she would probably not be able to move the next day without a significant amount of pain.

What she would do if she found him or where she would stay if she didn’t weren’t questions she was ready to entertain.

Sighing, she pulled out her phone and with a huff of frustration opened her app. Pleading with whatever powers that be to let her last long enough to see herself through to the other side of this, she leaned against her beaten down yellow Bug and waited for the black sedan to show.

Of course, her phone died immediately after she booked her ride, finally giving up the ghost even though she didn’t get a chance to see the name or license plate of her hired car. Getting more anxious by the minute, she paced along the shoulder, careful to keep on the pavement since the ground was soft from recent rain. After what seemed like forever, but had probably not been more than half an hour, the headlights of a lone car crested a nearby hill.

“About time,” she muttered. To make sure the driver knew she was not pleased with the delay or the prodding pace he maintained despite the fact the sky seemed ready to open at any moment, she moved out into the middle of the lane and placed her hand on her hips. Pride kept her from squinting even though the bright high beams made her eyes water as the car approached.

Slowing from a crawl to a stop, the driver put the car in park and jumped out. It was dark and the man was dressed all in black, but as he moved around to the front of the car, she got the impression of blue eyes and a stubble-covered jaw that could probably cut glass. Great, just what she needed. A sexy Uber driver.

“Alright there, love?”

With a British accent. He probably smelled like bacon, too.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting all night.”

Moving closer, he smiled with a hint of confusion. “Had I known you were waiting for me, I would have been along sooner. Tell me, do you always accost strange men in the dead of night on empty roads?”

“Only when I’m paying them to take me where I need to go,” she grumbled, walking toward the back door on the passenger side. She pulled it open as he protested, and glared at him over the top of the car.

“Love, I think there may be a bit of a mix-up—“

“It’s fine. I won’t give you a bad rating for being late as long as you don’t talk to me. I’ve been driving for hours to get here and I need to think.”

She heard him sigh and saw the flash of his teeth as he smiled at her again. “Very well. Would you like me to get your bags?”

“You’d have to go to a pawn shop in Boston to accomplish that,” she joked, dropping into the leather seat and noticing for the first time the expensive luxury of her rented carriage. She supposed if she was going to spend her last dime on a ride, she could have done far worse.

She resisted the urge to use the low ambient lighting of the dashboard to get a better look at her temporary chauffeur. The glimpse she got outside was more than enough to know she needed to keep her distance. It didn’t stop her from feeling the weight of his stare as he peeked over his shoulder while clicking on his seatbelt. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw his tongue flicker slowly over his bottom lip before he turned his attention back to the road.

“Nice dress. Where are we heading this fine night, Miss…?”

“You’re really terrible at this. Is it your first time being a driver for hire?”

“What gave it away, love? It’s quite an unexpected development that came about just this evening. But you know what they say, you never forget your first.”

It was everything she could do not to laugh. She had a feeling it would only encourage him and if she was heading into battle, she needed her wits about her. “The Snakehole Lounge.”

“At the risk of sounding cliche, why would a nice girl like you want to go to a place like that?”

“I’m not a nice girl,” Emma informed him without a hint of irony or bravado. “And your rating is going down with each syllable out of your mouth.”

“Tough lass,” he murmured. “But do yourself a favor. Stay away from the Snake Juice.”

Little did he know that even if she wanted to have a drink, and boy did she ever, she used the last of her meager funds to get to this backwater place and she wasn’t sure where her next meal would come from. “I’ll do my best.”

The rest of the ride passed in silence. She spent the time looking out the window at the trees flying by and trying to ignore how every time she looked away, her eyes caught his in the rearview mirror.

Honestly, it was probably a good thing they were the only people for miles around or he would have gotten them both killed.

Less than fifteen minutes later, he pulled to the curb in front of a shabby nightclub. Even the multitude of neon lights flashing “Girls! Girls! Girls!” and “Half-Price Beer Buckets” did little to enliven the dingy exterior. They didn’t bother with a bouncer, probably because no one actually wanted to get in.

Before she could say anything, her driver was out of the car and rounding his way to her door. She didn’t have a chance to object as he opened it and looked at her with avid curiosity. She had to admit she was impressed he didn’t give into it and ask any questions.

“Since we’re out of the car, am I allowed to speak again?”

Perhaps she had been too hasty in her internal praise. “Thanks for the ride. I hope your next passengers are more chatty since that’s what you’re into...overall, a solid three stars.”

“Three stars? I’d be surprised, but I had a feeling you were warming up to me between the baleful stares and eye-rolling.”

Gifting him with another of the said eye rolls, she adjusted the hem of her skirt to show a little more leg and walked away. She knew if she stayed a second longer she would give in to the almost magnetic pull of him and say something foolish like, ‘What’s your name?’

—

The inside of the establishment was every bit as horrible as the outside. The low lighting obscured the grime and wear that would be glaringly obvious otherwise. She wasn’t surprised. It seemed like the kind of place Neal would gravitate to since he was a dirty little rat.

Music heavy with bass pumped out a rhythm entirely too fast for the energy of the place. The few patrons who persevered this far into the night looked anemic as tired dancers did their best to act like they wanted to be there. Pulling her ID from the scrap of a bra she wore under her dress, she flashed it at the lone employee who manned the entrance and the bar. He gave it a cursory glance and turned back to his phone.

Snapping her fingers under his nose to get his attention, she pulled out a grainy photo of her quarry from the same location and asked, “Have you seen this man recently?”

“I’ve never seen anyone. Ever.” The man grumbled, not interested in the slightest. She wondered if he would stop her if she walked behind the counter and helped herself to a drink. She was leaning toward no and tempted to try.

“Tell you what buddy, take a good look at this picture. Then look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t seen him and we’ll end the night without any trouble.”

Something in her tone must have penetrated his disillusionment and he gazed at her with more interest than he’d probably shown anything in years. She waited as he glanced at the photo for a few seconds. “No, sorry. If he’s been here, it wasn’t during any of my shifts. Is he your husband or something?”

“He’s something alright,” she muttered. Defeated, she turned around without another word. She used the last of her resources to fund a wild goose chase, but at least it got her into town. Only thing left to do was find a park or quiet bench somewhere safe to sleep for a few hours and then she would tackle whatever came next. It wouldn’t be the first time she roughed it, although she had never attempted it in formal wear before.

Pushing the door open with unnecessary force, she immediately froze. Her three star driver was waiting at the curb as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and she hadn’t given him the brush off.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

“Yes, especially since I’m pretty sure our business is done,” she replied, walking past him and wishing the man could be a tiny bit less handsome. Now that the streetlights of the small town were there to illuminate their interactions, she couldn’t deny he was ridiculously attractive and exactly her type, complete with a black leather jacket and messy hair begging to be pulled. And, heaven help her, he was determined to extend their acquaintance apparently.

“It’s just good sense, love. I figured you’d be in need of transportation again, so why waste the gas to leave when I’d have to turn around after you called for your next ride.” He matched his stride to hers as she did her best to increase her pace.

Sighing, she stopped at the corner and looked at him. “Listen, I could tell you my phone is dead and I need to make a few more stops, that I’d pay you when you drop me off at my place at the end of the night, but it would be a lie. I’m chasing down a bounty. I need the money to pay for a ride and I need a ride to make the money. A smart man like you can see the problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

She turned away again but felt him leap into action behind her. He moved to cut off her escape and said, “Double or nothing.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Double or nothing, sweetheart. I take you to wherever you need to go tonight and when you collect your fee, you pay me double whatever the normal fare is for jaunts like these.”

“What if I don’t find him?”

“That’s where the nothing comes in, lass. A smart woman like you can see the benefit of such an arrangement.”

She studied him, hoping to find some ulterior motive in his seemingly selfless offer, but all she saw in his expression was an earnestness bordering on being painful and a thirst for adventure barely contained. Perhaps this was how he got his kicks in an isolated town. He propositioned strangers and gambled on fate. “No strings? No funny business?”

“This whole business is funny, but I’ll behave myself if you will. We’ll have much less satisfaction that way, but I’ll do my best to rally my spirits and overcome my disappointment.”

With a rueful shake of her head, she stuck out her hand and introduced herself. “I guess we’re doing this. I’m Emma Swan.”

“Killian Jones, driver extraordinaire and captain of this fine vessel, at your service. Where’s our next stop?”

“I need to go to every seedy bar and filthy dive in the area so you tell me, Captain.”

—

She wasn’t sure what it said about her newfound companion that he was able to rattle off several places in a matter of seconds, but as the night stretched on and the miles racked up, she found she rather liked her tour guide. Which was probably a good thing since at this rate, she would be splitting the bounty fifty-fifty with him. Who knew the twin cities of Storybrooke and Misthaven had so many sleazy places to hang out?

“I’m afraid we’ve reached the end of the line, Swan. Are you sure he’s in the area, because every traveler worth his salt makes a point to stop by Moe’s Tavern while visiting our fair city.”

“I can see why. The thrift-store ambience is delightful and the watered down drinks are to die for,” she murmured as she rested against the side of his car. She was tired and weak from hunger and as much as she wanted to curl up in the back seat and sleep, she was scared she’d get used to the comfort he was offering and do something she might regret later.

She was trying to figure out how to cut and run without seeming ungrateful when her stomach growled loudly.

In a playful tone belaying the concern in his eyes, he asked, “Was that your stomach? Bloody hell, am I in danger? Are you going to try to eat me to satisfy the beast within?”

Feeling a blush color her face, she avoided his gaze as she said, “Sorry, I...um, I skipped dinner.” And breakfast and lunch for that matter.

Taking up a position next to her, he nudged her with his shoulder. “Tell the truth, when was the last time you ate something, lass?”

“Hmm, what day is it again?”

“As I suspected. Come on, I know just the spot.” Pushing off from the car, he gently moved her and opened the door to the backseat.

She wanted to fight, to tell him she could take care of herself. She would have too, if she had any energy at all. Meeting his eyes for the first time, she joked, “You lost a gamble, Captain. That doesn’t mean you have to feed it.”

“I consider it an act of self-preservation. I figured you for a man-eater the first moment I laid eyes on you, but I’m afraid you might prove me right in unexpected ways if we don’t get some food in you soon.”

“As long as eyes are all you plan on laying on me, I accept your gracious offer,” she replied with a narrowed stare. Before Neal, she trusted her instincts. She would have insisted they were infallible, but he had shaken her confidence. She couldn’t risk being wrong about Killian Jones of the electric eyes and perpetual helpfulness.

“No strings. No funny business, Swan. Those are the rules. Get in, your chariot and dinner awaits.”

He stood a few feet from her, urging her into the car and she wasn’t sure what drove her to say it, but before she could change her mind, the words were out. “I’d rather ride in the front this time if that’s okay with you.”

His smile could have melted metal, tempted angels to fall, and inspired devils to repent. It was probably lack of rest and food causing her stomach to do flip flops. Or at least that was what she was going to tell herself.

“Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise that’s all I want you to have…” He closed the back door with a firm finality that echoed through the night and somehow felt momentous in the thick air of summer. When he opened the passenger door, the light seemed warmer and it bathed him in softness and shadows. He waited patiently as if he knew something had shifted between them and he didn’t want any sudden movements to break the odd spell.

Then her stomach growled again, angry at the promise of food being delayed while she gawked at the man who was determined to rescue her in every imaginable way.

“And dinner, of course.”

“Of course,” she whispered, taking care not to make contact with his body as she slid into the seat. She was glad the door was already closed when she left out a huff of air. Good thing she had sworn off love or she may be in some danger.

@teamhook @kmomof4 @jrob64 @stahlop @motherkatereloyshipper @xarandomdreamx @xsajx @klynn-stormz

[cringeyvanillamilk]

Since no one asked them yet, Finral and Langris for the Modern AU please and take your time - you're doing a god's job to this fandom keep up and be safe ^^

Thank you for being patient and sweet! I hope this was worth the wait~! 💖

Finral Roulacase

Owns a Nissan Rogue.

Has a variety of interests to help increase his chances of scoring a date.

Current Job: Black Bull’s Cafe employee, Uber driver

Is very active in various social media platforms, but mostly instagram. He’s sliding into each and every attractive person’s DMs.

Was a business major, but dropped out of college. (Oof)

Fashion: Finral has a great fashion sense. He was previously the type of person who was always up to date with the latest fashion trends, but after sporting his iconic and garish hairstyle, he decided to switch things up. Instead of following fashion trends, Finral decided to experiment with his style and go for a more unconventional approach. This means wearing skirts, platform shoes, sequin, etc. I can see Finral leaning more towards street fashion with his newfound confidence and purpose.

Random Fact: Vanessa got him extremely into astrology. It’s to the point that he asks his dates to give him their birth charts to see if they’re compatible with each other.

Langris Vaude

Owns at least 4 cars, 2 yachts, and a jet. (Totally did not rub it in Finral’s face)

Likes to play devil’s advocate during class to see his classmates squirm in their seats.

Possible Major(s): Business

Used to be considered the best performer in history at Clover Academy until Yuno attended. He later mentored Yuno to go up against the Spade Academy.

Frequently goes to the Black Bull’s Cafe because he thought their cherry tarts were extremely delicious. However, he’d rather die than admit it so he goes in there in disguise in hopes that they, most especially Finral, won’t recognize him.

Fashion: Langris likes to flaunt his status by looking like the most typical rich, white boy. He likes to wear summer themed (frat boy) outfits in casual settings. His usual attire consists of a collar shirt, shorts or skinny jeans, and a belt. He also likes to wear rolex watches to complete the look. He’s generally drawn towards light and cool colors. Despite loving summer themed fashion, he actually looks best in warmer clothes. During autumn or winter, he likes to wear big coats and a tailor made suit.

Random Fact: Was planning to be a professional dancer until Finral left the family and was given the responsibility to run the family business. Their family is known to own a famous company that creates and sell various types of vehicles and transportations.

[blossom-hwa]

Sunflowers |Summer| - JUYEON

Can’t believe it’s already Juyeon’s birthday!!! Hope deobiblr enjoys my contribution for the birthday of one of the best dancers in the kpop industry <3

I will be doing a taglist for Sunflowers, so if you’d like to be notified when the next part goes up, send me a dm or an ask! Post dates are also on my posting schedule :)

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, high school!au

Triggers: cursing

Word Count: 2.3k

Juyeon is just a sunflower, following the light of your smile. 

Summer | Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer, Once More

TBZ Masterlist | Interwoven

~ in summer, a stranger comes home

. . . . .

It’s the middle of summer when your mom delivers you a little piece of seemingly innocuous news, a piece of glittering information wrapped in old magazines and tied with cheap string to disguise its sparkle. Her voice literally vibrates with excitement when she tells you, which probably should serve as a warning or a signal of some sort, but in your defense, you’re tired from a day of classes and research programs and just want to eat and die.

“Our old neighbors are coming back!” she bursts, a spring in her step that you haven’t seen since the day you were accepted to your current prestigious research camp. “You know, the Lees who used to live next door?”

You blink once, then twice before the information sinks in. A memory settles at the front of your mind. “The Lees?”

“Yes!” She smiles widely. “I missed Yuna so much, I can’t believe she and her family are actually moving back. Don’t you remember, you used to be such good friends with Juyeon?”

More blurry memories of playing in the grass and dancing in the living room with a chubby little boy flash through your mind. You remember playdates that turned into study sessions in middle school, study sessions that disappeared when Juyeon moved away. And though you’d like to forget it, you remember sobbing your eyes out the day he left at the end of summer, the weather turning to fall. Sunflowers were blooming that day, wreathing your lawn in an unfairly bright ring of yellow as you wrapped him in one last hug before his father started the car and the family drove away.

“Mhm,” you only say, taking a box of cookies out of the cupboard. “I remember.”

“Won’t it be so much fun for you two to meet again?” Your mother’s smile turns suggestive as she side-eyes you. “You two were always so adorable together. Didn’t you once say he was your boyfriend in kindergarten?”

That memory makes you cringe. “Thanks, Mom, I was doing a really good job of forgetting that before you mentioned it.”

“Oh, hush.” She shoos you out of the kitchen. “You two were so cute together. I have no doubt you’ll be the best of friends again when they come back.”

“I haven’t seen him in four years, Mom,” you remind her. “People change.”

A glint comes into your mom’s eye. “Maybe so,” she replies cryptically, “but some feelings remain.”

Okay, so in hindsight, you should’ve taken a lot of what she said as a warning that your life was about to get flipped upside down by Juyeon’s homecoming. But with everything already on your mind, you more or less forget about the news until one day towards the end of summer, when your dad tells you to come straight home after your classes.

You stare up at him over your bowl of cereal. “Why?” you ask, mouth full.

“You don’t remember?” Your mom sits down just across from you. “The Lees are moving back in today, and we’ve invited them to dinner!”

Your brain buffers for a good few minutes before you finally recall your dad saying something about “dinner with the Lees when they come back” a couple weeks ago. “I didn’t know they already came back.”

“Well, they are.” Your mom’s fingers tap on the table with excitement. “You have your research, but we’ll be helping them move back in today, and then they’re coming over for dinner. We’ll probably already be home before you get back, so try not to look too messy, okay?”

Wincing, you remember the several still-recovering formic acid burns on your forearms from several days ago. You can’t hide those. “I’ll do my best,” is all you promise.

So that afternoon, instead of staying behind and chatting with a few friends, you find yourself walking down the sidewalk to the front of your house much earlier than usual. There are new cars in the driveway next door.

With the sunflowers beginning to bloom on your and your neighbors’ lawns, it feels eerily similar to the day Juyeon and his family left.

A slight wave of nervousness roils in your stomach. Quickly, as you walk up the pathway to your house, you try to untangle your hair with your fingers, straightening out your shirt as best as you can. As tired as you are, you don’t want to make a bad impression on your parents’ good friends. You don’t exactly want to look horrible in front of Juyeon, either. Even though he probably doesn’t have any idea what you look like anymore.

With a deep breath, you grip the doorknob and twist. It’s locked.

Frowning, you look down at the unmoving handle. Your parents must’ve locked it by force of habit when they came back.

So you knock.

Literally nothing could have prepared you for the boy who opens the door several seconds later to your pounding. He’s tall, muscled, with fine features and a curious look in his eyes, and he looks vaguely familiar.

For several seconds, the two of you just stare at each other, neither saying a word. As you’re trying to figure out why a really hot guy is at your house right now, a much more familiar woman appears in your line of vision, smiling widely as she holds out her arms to you. “Oh, my!” she cries, pushing past the boy to wrap you up in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long! You’ve grown so much!”

“Hi, Mrs. Lee,” you reply, still trying to figure out who the tall boy is. It isn’t until she starts pulling away that you realize he has her nose and her eyes.

Huh?

Then –

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You nearly stumble back into the door from shock. “JUYEON?”

. . .

Juyeon thought his feelings for you had disappeared, he really did. When he moved away and thought he was never coming back, he took the love he’d held for you for so long, put it into a box at the back of his heart, locked it, and threw the key away. And as the years slowly passed, one after another, the box slowly disappeared from the forefront of Juyeon’s mind. He never forgot about it, but memories of you eventually stopped plaguing his mind day and night.

But that box never disappeared, not really. He thought it did, thought it dissolved into nothing over the years. Instead, it stayed, small but there, waiting for the right moment to burst and flood his body with the feelings he’d so carefully packed away so long ago.

That right moment is apparently when he opens the door to see a face he really never thought he’d ever see again.

Juyeon doesn’t recognize you, not at first. At second glance, he can pick out some distinct features that stayed the same (namely the sparkle in your eyes that hasn’t changed, even after all this time away). But during those first moments when he opens the door, he just stands there, trying to figure out who this person in front of him is.

Then it hits him, and the box of feelings explodes just as his mom starts pushing him away to wrap you in a hug.

You clearly don’t recognize him, judging by the curious looks you keep giving him over his mom’s shoulder. That makes Juyeon self-conscious – he hasn’t changed that much from when he left, has he? – and the embarrassment only compounds when you stumble back into the door, eyes widening as you yell his name in shock.

So, suffice to say, the conversation between you two at dinner is almost nonexistent. You look like you want the ground to eat you alive in your seat across from Juyeon, eyes barely looking up throughout the whole meal, talking only when someone asks you a direct question. Meanwhile, Juyeon’s stuck in his head.

Why, he despairs, didn’t these feelings actually disappear? Why does he still want to look into your eyes, get lost in your gaze like he used to so many years ago? Thoughts spin in circles in his head, thoughts of how you’ve changed and how you’ve stayed the same and how, oh God, his heart still races like no tomorrow when you meet his eyes for the briefest second before looking away out of embarrassment.

Juyeon needs a moment. He needs a moment to breathe, to think, to reason himself through this whole situation, which is why he volunteers to wash the dishes after dinner. Your mom starts praising him for being a perfect son and he dutifully lowers his head in embarrassed acknowledgment, thanking the heavens that he’ll have a moment to actually think, before she then looks at you to ask, “Why don’t you help Juyeon too?” and the world starts crumbling around his feet.

In perfect tandem, the two of you start picking up empty plates and bowls and carrying them to the kitchen sink. The adults make their way to the living room, laughing and chattering loudly, which only makes the potent silence between you two more prominent.

“I can wash,” you offer awkwardly, still barely able to look Juyeon in the eye (which is perfectly fine, because he thinks he might combust if you do just that). “You can dry? If you’re all right with that.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Juyeon tries to flash a smile, hoping it isn’t too shaky (the thumping in his heart makes it feel like the world is trembling around his feet). As the water runs and you start passing plates over to him, he does his best to ignore how close you are, how easy it would be to accidentally brush your arm with his.

Silence reigns until half the dishes are dry, and then you open your mouth. “Sorry about earlier,” you blurt, embarrassment and shame visible on your face. “I, uh, didn’t recognize you at first. Freaked out for a second.”

It’s surprisingly easy to laugh at that, to laugh at a statement that’s so blatantly you. You still haven’t changed, Juyeon thinks – you’re still the same bluntly apologetic friend he was in love with four years ago. It cheers him when your lips begin to turn up at his burst of laughter, face still embarrassed but beginning to warm with some happiness. “It’s okay,” he says, drying the next plate. “I didn’t recognize you either, not at first.”

“Well, I guess we can say that we’ve both changed,” you acknowledge, finally looking up fully.

Your smile could bring legions to their knees, Juyeon thinks. It certainly stops his hands from drying the next dish – in fact, he almost drops it. Even though the curve of your lips is small and he can’t see all of your teeth, the sparkle in your eye more than makes up for it. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah.”

The two of you scrub dishes for the next few minutes in quiet again. Juyeon has no idea what you’re thinking, but he’s just trying to calm the beating in his heart.

This is not how he expected to feel when he moved back. Not at all. What he’s feeling isn’t even just everything he locked away at the end of seventh grade – somehow, the emotions have multiplied, compounded over years of neglect, and now he’s getting the full force of it.

“My mom wants us to be friends again,” you say, breaking the silence once again. “What do you think about that?”

Um, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Juyeon thinks. Do you want to be his friend again? Or are you only trying to be nice to him for the sake of your parents?

“Well.” Juyeon bites his lip. “If you want to be friends again, I’d like that. But if it’s, um, just because of your mom, we don’t have to.”

At that, you smack a rubber-gloved, soapy hand against your head, shrieking slightly when you realize there are suds in your hair. Juyeon laughs, really laughs as he hands you a towel from a nearby rack. “God, I’m a fucking mess,” you groan, wiping the bubbles from your forehead. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I don’t want to be your friend again just because of our parents, that was just the only way I could think of to bring up the topic and yeah, I should’ve thought this out, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Didn’t you get into one of the most prestigious research camps in the country?” Juyeon counters, hands moving automatically to take the towel from you and wiping off the suds himself. “You’re not an idiot.”

“Yes, I am.” You sigh. “I think it’d be nice to be friends again. If that’s fine with you.”

With your words fluttering in his heart, it takes Juyeon a good moment to realize he’s been standing with the towel pressed against your head for a full few seconds. Heat rising to his ears (he hopes you don’t see that), he quickly wipes off the last of the bubbles and returns the towel to the rack. “That’d be nice,” he echoes softly. “I’d like that.”

The smile you give him, tentative but much wider than before, makes Juyeon feel like he’s flying. He’s so far gone, he thinks, drying the last dish. He’s only seen you again for a few hours, and already your smile has him feeling some kind of way.

He’d follow that smile, he thinks. He’d follow that smile anywhere, just like one of the sunflowers on your lawn outside chasing the sun from dawn to dusk. That’s all he is, after all. A sunflower, following the light of your smile.

And as you look up, eyes scrunched as he says something to make you laugh, Juyeon doesn’t think he minds.

Not in the slightest.

[hwrryscherry]

The one where Y/N is a princess.

characters: HARRYxPRINCESSY/N

blurb: Y/N is the youngest daughter of Prince Charles and Princess Diana which makes herself the youngest sister of William and Harry(the duke of Sussex). Harry(Styles) and she meet at the Dunkirk premiere when Y/N attended with her brother Harry. This time, Harry(Styles) is in London and show Princess Y/N what it feels like to be just a girl called ‘’Y/N’’ for a day.

word count: 2.4K

warnings: fluff, a little sad in the end.

author’s note: I received a request about Y/N being a heiress and my mind just go directly to royalty so I guess this could be cool? I tried lol. If you’re british and you felt ofended by any way while reading this I’m extremely sorry!!!! I hope you guys like it as much as I do. And also, I just wanted to share that I wrote this listening to ‘’Ophelia’’ by The Lumineers and ‘’The Book of You & I’’ by Alec Benjamin. 

    You and Harry scheduled to meet in the British Museum situated in the Bloomsbury area of London even though it was a public space, it wouldn’t be a surprise as people already knew that you and harry new each other. You both met on the Dunkirk premiere which you attended together with your brother Harry. Harry(Styles) was such a gentleman, he actually were nervous. As a British man he respects the royal family as much possibler than he can, and he would never want to make neither you nor your brother to feel uncomfortable.

    But anyway, you both scheduled there because Harry had been in England for a while and as you stayed friends it just felt right to meet up. You actually felt really tired, emotionally tired. You were so used to traveling the most amazing places with friends and now being basically locked up at The Buckingham Palace because of the corona virus felt draining for you. So when Harry came up with the meeting you were so glad to finally be leaving home, and Harry has always been the type of person who you felt like you could talk openly and be exactly who you want to be, and we don’t even have to say that the British museum it’s probably one of your favorite places in London. You were enamored by art, and there were so many interesting things in there and every time you’ll go there you’d find something new.

  It was 9am and the museum it’s actually closed now but you did have some perks. You were in the Egyptian part accompanied by your bodyguard Jasper, when you suddenly listened the rough voice of you dearly friend coming closer to you making you turn yourself to look at him getting closer. He greeted you with a simple hug in which you reciprocated by opening a slight smile looking at him.

— Hello, darling — Harry said while using his hands to style his short and messy hair with a smile on his face. — How are you?

— Hi, I’ve been good, just tired! But what about you? — You asked as you both started to walk through the beautiful masterpieces — How’s your mom and Gemma? — You had that really strong British accent, which Harry understood completly, and he really likes it. He thinks it’s the cutest thing. Actually, Harry thought everything about you were extremely cute, you both have a little crush on each other but as you already told him a lot of times before, just the thought of how many things he’d have to leave for because of the royal regulation made you sad for him. You’d never ask him for something like that.

— They’re good but... — Harry stopped walking looking fixedly to your face trying to analyze your emotions by their expressions — Why are you tired? I mean, I understand it must be really bad living in a castle but anyway, what happened? — Harry said smirking at you and your reaction of laughing and rolling your eyes at him.

— Haha, really funny! You should be a humorist — You answered mocking a bit and running your right hand through your hair as you started walking again — And I asked you how were you, you won’t answer? I’ll lock you in the dungeon for your audacity! — You both always joked like this because when you first started being friends, Harry had all that idea about the old royalty with dungeons and prisoners so you’d always make fun of him for that.

— Alright, alright! I'm good, they're good, we're all good. Now, tell me! — Harry said putting his right hand slightly on your shoulder making you stop walking and look at him with all your attention. You sighed trying to form your words to explain exactly what you were feeling to him.

— I don't know, I'm just... I'm so tired of the routine, you know? I wish I could just go out to do the craziest things and not be recognized. — You were looking straight to Harry's green eyes, it felt like they were watching your soul because e was giving you his full atention. The boy really did care about you. He stayes quiet for a while in complete silence, it was a comfortable silence though. It never felt like you and Harry needed to talk all the time when you got together because it was nice just to stay together and enjoy each other's company.

— Let me take you out! — Harry suddenly said after a few seconds making your eyes widen up as you looked at him.

— Excuse me? — You asked.

— Let me take you out! We can put on some disguises and take the best London tour we can find, I bet you've never done it! — Harry said with a little smirk in the end. He was right, you never took a tour through your own city which seems crazy — You know... I really like you and if you wanna have fun this could be great! You'll be just a girl called Y/N and I'll be just a boy called Harry. — He said trying to argue with your thoughts thinking if this would actually be a good thing to do. But you didn't really have anything to lose, did you? — So, do you wanna do a bunch of fun things with me today? — Harry held out his right hand to you indicating that as soon as you shake his hand you would leave that museum and probably have the best day of your life, and so you did.

So as soon as you could, you both were out of that museum with the most ridiculous disguises, if I might say. Harry changed his fashionable clothes for some neutral grey hoodie and you changed your cute black dress to a jeans and hoodie as well. Your heart raced a bit when you both left that museum, the fear of being recognized was in you. It's not that you don't love the people of this nation, it's just... a day off could fit you pretty well.

It was hard to convince Jasper to leave you both alone though, it was his job to keep you safe and actually you don't even remember the last time you left your home without him, you just needed freedom for a while but you did convince him. He spent some minutes actually talking to Harry tons of rules about keeping both of you safe and how he couldn't risk your life and all that stuffs.

For the first time in your life, you were on those big, red and popular British bus. You and Harry entered by the back door and within minutes, you both were on the upon side of it on the last chairs. You looked through the window admiring this city and thinking about how much you would never want to live anywhere else. Harry was making a lot of dad jokes beside you though. You tried to laugh as lowly as you could but it was almost impossible, come on “What's the name of a man with a rubber toe? Roberto” it's so bad that it turns out to be funny. But anyway, the bus took both of us to King Cross where you entered a very popular fast-food place called “Five Guys” as Harry guaranteed you was the best he'd ever had and even though you'd doubted it so much, you agreed to go with him. When you were there, you ordered the biggest burger it had on the menu, which actually surprised Harry, but he surprised it too as he ordered it on the name of “Archie and Eleanor” so you could maintain your disguise.

— So.. Archie and Eleanor? — You asked smirking when you finally took the first bite of your burger. It was delicious but Harry was definitely lying, this is not the best one ever, but yep, all for the experience.

— Come on, you loved it! It's very charming, don't you think? — Harry asked as he took a sip of his coca-cola. It's crazy how these stupid disguises was working, is it really that impossible to recognize someone with a hoodie, cap and sunglasses? You didn't want to know because you were having a nice time.

— You know what, I think we need to get those Chinese cookies because I wanna read my luck! — You commented making him shook his head in reaction to your ask.

— Ok so we need to dinner Chinese food so bad! — You argued taking Harry from surprise as he didn't thought you'd stay this late with him.

— You'd have to buy actual Chinese food, you can't just buy the cookie! — He answered raising his eyebrows at you taking his last bite of his burger.

It didn't take much long for you both to be moving again. It was definitely the best day you've had in a while. You both went to Kensigton High Street and bought the most stupid UK theme hats. Harry bought a fake glasses too; it was blue and had a UK flag handed on it making you laugh every time you looked at his face.

— Come on, I still look cute! — He said putting his hands on his hips and posing like a model, on the middle of the street.

— If you say so!

Next you both went all your way up to Abbey Road which is the famous street from The Beatles photo, and you and Harry as the great fans you are had to copy them. You asked to a random person to take a photo of you two with the best American accent you could impersonate to her. The photo looked so cool and a car almost hit you two but you were fine and for some reason you both laughed and ran to the woman with your phone.

— Oh, to be drunk in love! You both are a really cute couple. — The old lady said giving your phone back to you and walked away before any of you could contest her. You both looked at each other and Harry smirked at you.

— Oh, we're such a cute couple! — Harry said blinking his eyes on a very cute way and you just rolled your eyes at him and started walking again.

— Come on, Styles! I wanna go to the Queen's Gallery — You said walking your way up to the bus stop. Harry had a big smile on his face, he didn't remember the last time he actually had that much fun. He loved England. He loved those places and he loved having this much fun with you.

In the Queen's Gallery, you and Harry tried to not make that much of a noise, it was a museum right? But it felt hard to keep it quiet because you both were taking the weirdest and funniest photos with the arts in there, for a moment you even thought you both were going to be expulsed of the location, but you didn't. None of you realized how much the time was flying and it was probably 3 pm now.

The next step was the Columbia Road Flower Market. It was probably the coolest thing of your day. You both ran around taking a lot of photos and videos. You bought one of the most delicious breads in there. You were looking at some flowers when Harry came back to you with a bunch of pink tulips on his hand, it was your favorite flowers and he knew it.

You both went to so many places actually; you went to HMS Belfast, Battersea Park, Albert Memorial, Old Spiralfields Market, Serpentine Lake, Carnaby Street and Holland Park.

When it was closer to the sunset, you went to Princess Diana Memorial Garden. It was a hard place for you. It has always been and Harry even asked if you really wanted to go there, but you did. You needed to sit down for a moment on your life and miss your mom. You were little when she died so you're probably the only one of your brothers that remember her the least.

You both lied down on the grass. It had a fresh breeze in the air, but the sun was still out, it was that golden hour moment. You rested your head on Harry's thorax looking up to the sunset orange sky above you.

— You know this can be great... If we're willing to try! — Harry said in a very low tone. He was caressing your hair with his hand analysing your face, so he could get any reaction for you.

— It would be for a while. — You said sitting up to look at his face, your faces were a few inches apart, the golden coloration on his face giving him the glow he did have naturally — But what would happen 3 years from now when someone tells you that you couldn't perform anymore? Or you couldn't release your songs? It's not right, I can't ask you this! — Harry looked away for a moment, probably trying to contain his emotions and think, just think — But we have today, we have now. Maybe we should just enjoy what we have now!

He looked back at you, directly into your eyes and again, comfortable silence. The comfortable silence Harry thought was so overrated felt right any time he was with you. He put himself closer to you if that even it's possible. His ring handed touched your cheek, eyes never distracting, you leaned in and your lips touched his. It felt magical, it felt quiet and it felt right.

The sun was out now, bringing the night and the sky full of stars. You both were by The Mall avenue, running, and dancing to the song playing backwards; it was Ophelia by the Lumineers, after that day, this song was your song and any time any of you listened to it, each other was brought up to your minds. You called it a night when you both were by the top of the London Eye, where all the big lights inspired you. When the cold breeze hit your hair and the height scared you but Harry made you feel safe.

Harry dropped you off at the castle's gate at midnight, just as he promised. You stayed by the balcony of your room until the sunrise looking at the sky because you knew that Harry was on the other side looking at the sky too thinking about how you'd never get to finish the book of you and him, and if you weren't faded to end together at least you had today.

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More Bleach x Tokyo Ghoul au

More Characters

Orihime

Orihime is a natural one-eyed ghoul with a Rinkaku kagune. Orihime in cannon has basically one offensive ability that is broken for a whole arc and then rarely used for the sake of defense and healing. Personally, I thought she could have done more so I’m fixing this myself. Her kagune has 2 tentacles that she can use for offensive. Her Shun Shun Rika will be for the healing and shield, the attacking fairy will not be used often unless she needs a long ranged attack.

The reason for her being a one-eyed ghoul is so she could still eat human food. Her weird food combinations are a part of her character and I thought it wouldn’t be right to take that from her. It also doesn’t hurt that Orihime constantly eating food is a good cover for when the ghoul group hangs out at school. The fact that her brother was a human makes for an interesting dynamic as well.

As a half ghoul she can eat human food as much as she wants. The genetic combination may have messed with her taste buds, resulting in the strange food. She can taste it but the human food gives her almost no nutritional value. She has to eat like a ghoul in order to sustain herself.

Her main ability is in her regeneration, which is high even for a Rinkaku. Even though her kagune is fairly weak and easy to cut off, they grow back very quickly. This also applies to any injuries she takes; for example getting completely flattened by a speeding car will only take her a few hours to completely regenerate from; as long as she’s feed.

Her father was a ghoul and her mother was a human. Her mother left Sora’s father, who was a human, for Orihime’s father, a ghoul. Sora and Orihime were half siblings. After her father was killed by the CCG and her mother became an alcoholic, Sora took her and moved to Karakura. Sora at first feed her dead homeless people who he would find until he was approached by Isshin and the other adult ghouls in town who took that responsibility out of his hands. After Sora’s death, Orihime became very close to the Ishida and Kurosaki families. The fathers would make sure she was feed and the kids would make sure she wasn’t lonely.

Uryu

Uryu is an Ukaku type ghoul. His kagune is used in tandem with his quincy arrows for more projectiles and the speed boast is helpful for him to avoid attacks. Since Ryuken is still unhelpful with training him as a quincy, he at least trains Uryu as a ghoul. They still have a horrible relationship but at least they see each other now.

Since all the ghouls in town are relatively close, he is well aware that he and the Kurosaki kids are basically cousins. (Are they really though cause the relations between Masaki and Ryuken have always confused me? No matter, cousins is close enough) Mostly Yuzu (Karin absolutely does not admit to helping), convinces Uryu to visit the Kurosaki household every once in a while. Yuzu calls him cousin, Karin does when she’s happy and Ichigo only calls him that when he needs Uryu to listen to him. Isshin tries to make Uryu call him Uncle but Uryu has picked up some things from Ichigo and smacks him around when he’s being annoying; he will call Isshin uncle on special occasions though.

Due to how tight knit the ghouls in town are, Uryu is friends with the Karakura teens long before the story begins. Him, Ichigo, Orihime, and Chad sit on the roof during lunch at school. He tolerates the presence of Tatsuki and Keigo but finds them both annoying.

Once Uryu learns how to sew, he becomes the mask maker in town. Considering the small ghoul population he doesn’t have to make or fix masks that often but he does get annoyed when someone tells him they broke the mask. (All the individual masks will be another post, mainly because some still haven’t been decided)

Ryuken

Like his son, Ryuken is an Ukaku type ghoul. He still despises being “the Last Quincy” but accepts that he is a ghoul. He makes sure Uryu is prepared for the hostile world against ghouls but otherwise is still distant. Later trains Yuzu in Quincy abilities but only because Masaki asked him to before her death. He later passes this on to Uryu because he is not the best teacher.

Since he works at the hospital he needed a way to keep his kakugan from activating. Through the efforts of both him and Isshin, they annoyed Urahara so much that he made them an oral medication that prevents the kakugan from activating for a time. This is why the fathers can both work in hospitals and smell blood without people suspecting them. After all no one is going to suspect a ghoul is working at a hospital.

He provides the ghouls main source of food. When a body is in the morgue of his hospital, he contacts Urahara who replaces it with a cheap inflatable Gigai. This Gigai lasts just long enough for the funeral so the stolen bodies are never discovered. He first makes sure Uryu is feed, then Orihime and then gives the rest to the Kurosaki’s. If not enough dead bodies come in for the month then Isshin leaves town and hunts while telling others he’s at a medical conference.

Ryuken’s ghoul identity is “Plague Doctor” due to his mask. He is the second ghoul being suspected of owning Karakura town. An A ranked ghoul due to his speed and projectile weapons, he is SS ranked when working with Isshin “Flame Oni”. He hates how in sync they are but tolerates it for the safely of the town.

Occasionally joins Uryu in visiting the Kurosaki’s. He only stays for a short while to talk to Isshin about whatever important things are going on, such as taking care of all the kids. Yuzu is happy her Uncle is visiting, Karin doesn’t really care and Ichigo likes to call him out on being an emotionally distant father. Uryu proceeds to tell him to shut up, sometimes leading to brawls in the living room.

Chad

Chad is a human with a Kokaku type quinque. It’s 2 gauntlets that connect through a long chain in the middle which goes over his arms and back. It makes his fullbring even stronger when using it. It was made from his abuelo’s greatest kill as a CCG Dove (a S ranked ghoul).

He carries the quinque case in a disguise bag for 2 reasons. The first is that owning a quinque outside the CCG is illegal and he won’t let anyone take his abuelo’s gift to him. The second reason is that the quinque makes his friends very uncomfortable so he disguises it out of respect for them. He uses a larger version of his high school bag to disguise it and carries it or uses the straps to wear it like a backpack.

When he moved to Karakura he saw Ichigo in the original thug beat down at the bridge. After that day, Chad was attacked by a passing ghoul who thought he looked tasty (Ichigo was preoccupied in a store). Chad got out his quinque despite never being thought how to use it but was loosing and had heavy wounds from his enemies kagune. Ichigo came back to the sounds of fighting and attacked the ghoul with his kagune. After the fight Ichigo only then realized Chad had a quinque and froze in place out of panic. Chad put the weapons away and limped over to Ichigo to help clean the blood off him. Chad really didn’t care that his friend was a ghoul, especially since said friend just saved his life.

Ichigo took Chad home and after getting patched up by Isshin, Chad became an honorary member of the ghouls. He joined them for monthly training considering he had no idea how to use his quinque and the adults would not have this rarely kind human die. He got a mask so he could use his quinque and not get recognized. He also has a costume that covers most of his body considering a half-Mexican and half-Japanese man is very easy to recognize, especially outside of a big city.

He is just the best ghoul ally. He is a very quiet individual but he will not stay silent when someone (mainly Tatsuki) is insulting ghouls in front of him or his friends. For a man of few words his words can sure pack a punch.

Tatsuki

Tatsuki is a human and doesn���t have the best image of ghouls. After Masaki’s death and Isshin being lost in his grief, a ghoul came into town and killed Tatsuki’s father. Ryuken “took care of” the offender and was the reason Isshin got off his ass.

Since beginning high school, Tatsuki has been in a CCG program over the weekends. She adds on to her pre-existing martial arts skills and is working her way up to learning quinque combat. Her quinque would be a bikaku that is a serrated edge sword and can stretch into a whip when needed. The whip is used to hold ghouls in place as the hooked spikes cause more damage when being taken out.

Tatsuki is still friends with Orihime and Ichigo. Orihime is her best friend and they share dinner quite often. When Tatsuki starts with the ghoul hate speech, Ichigo tells her to talk about something else or he’s leaving. Orihime kinds shuts down and starts doing something else to distract herself. Tatsuki is so caught up in her rage and grief that she normally doesn’t notice when Orihime does this. She gets frustrated with Ichigo but doesn’t stay mad at him.

Urahara

Urahara is a “human” with a vast knowledge of ghouls. He is the reason the CCG ignores Karakura for as long as it does. He hacks into the data base whenever something that might be important occurs (someone having to use their kagune and there’s a security camera nearby) and deletes the data. The CCG eventually figured out that someone is wiping the data and sends Doves to investigate the town. But that’s a whole other story arc.

Jinta and Ururu are failed half ghoul experiments that he may or may not have liberated from the CCG as kids. At first he took them to examine their DNA but he grew to love them. The weird genetics has taken a toll on the kid’s bodies; Jinta needs hearing aids and Ururu wears glasses. Urahara however does him best to keep the kids healthy.

As a man of science, he has taken the liberty of getting DNA samples of all the ghouls in town as the data on ghouls is limited to the CCG’s propaganda. He may or may not want to make his own half ghoul some day (or do it to himself); all in the name of science.

His shop sells all sorts of items that the ghouls may need. It is also the place where the ghouls have their monthly meetings. Most of the kids are suspicious of Urahara since he is clearly “human”. Ryuken and Isshin trust him though so that’s good enough for the kids, at least for now.

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Motion sickness

The boyz 12th member

Mae’s masterlist

“An episode of Mae not enjoying long car rides”

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 🧡

“How long until we arrive?” Mae's faint question alerted the members sitting with her at the front of the van.

Her eyes were still and the nauseous feeling down her throat was most definitely still there, while her head grew heavier the girl came to the same conclusion she always did. She hated road trips.

“We're entering the city now, but there's some traffic, so it might take a little longer”.  Sangyeon's soft voice came from her right and she felt Younghoon's hand rubbing her back while she rested her head on his shoulder.

“The filming might have to start as soon as we arrive, so there can’t be any delays”. The manager spoke from the driver’s seat, indirectly implying that she needed to be fine as soon as the van stopped.

Mae hummed to acknowledge him. Very much aware she could do little to nothing that would make her feel instantly better. Sangyeon dropped his voice, even more, to ask if she was feeling better.

“I'm not sure. Not opening my eyes surely helped, but I still feel off”. She whispered not moving an inch, that position brought less discomfort during the entire ride, so she wouldn't change it in the last part of it.

“How is she doing ?” Someone, probably Hyunjae, asked from the last seat, making Mae raise a thumbs up and a few of the members laughed.

“She'll be fine once we stop. Just hang in there” Another person, this time she was sure it was New, reassured them before going back to mumbling a song.

“Do you want some water now?”. Younghoon brought her water bottle next to her hand indicating he was holding it, but the girl denied with her head “You didn't drink any of it since we left”.

“I also don't need to use the restroom so maybe that's a good thing”. She mumbled making a reference to Eric who had asked for a stop since the last town they went through and was still in agony.

“We're arriving any time so that won't be a problem anymore” Younghoon insisted helping her to take a sip. Despite not being hydrated, the water still increased her nauseousness and Mae let go of the straw within seconds.

“Maybe you should eat something that way your stomach isn't empty,” He thought out loud, looking over her towards Sangyeon to see if it was a good idea.

“Maybe I'll throw up on your shoes if that happened” Before the leader could say anything, the girl giggled without much energy and snuggled back to his side. “I just want to get off this van”

“I know. Just hang in there, we're arriving” Sangyeon said and hissed as they reached another red light.

Opening her eyes lazily, Mae took the stop as an opportunity to look out the window and start recognizing the place they were in. Wincing once the vehicle started again, she rested against the seat and looked up at the ceiling.

“You missed the landscapes we saw getting here” Sangyeon tried to take her attention away from her state by unlocking his phone and showing some pictures to her. “The camera doesn't do them justice, but you can get the feeling”

Taking the device, Mae turned down its brightness and flipped through his gallery until she felt her head growing heavier again. Locking it she gave it back to him and melted her body towards him.

“I feel like we've been here for years at this point” Whining, she threw her arm over her eyes and relaxed a bit when Sangyeon started messing with her hair. “Oppa, what if this is the afterlife, and all of you are angels in disguise taking me to my fate?”

“Then you got a messy bunch of angels” He laughed and pinched her hand making her flinch “See, you felt that. You’re alive”.

“Barely” Mae sighed, looking up interested as the van started to reverse “Did we make it?”

“We made it” The manager laughed from the driver’s seat, and she threw her hands up, stretching herself as the bunch of boys started to do the same. Eric was the first to stand by the door even before they had fully parked.

“Do you see any pharmacies around?” Mae asked leaning against Younghoon to look out of the window. He nodded, pointing at one right across the street. “I should get something for the nausea, right?”

Standing up, she felt a little lightheaded and quickly ignored that idea and dropped her body back on the seat. 

“I’ll run there and get it for you. Just wait a minute” Juyeon squeezed himself out of his seat and left the van as soon as Eric did.

Pouting, all Mae could do was wait and hope they could wait a few seconds before starting the shooting.

“Hey, think for the good side” Sangyeon poked her shoulder making her look at him “At least this isn’t afterlife”