#aw that’s so sweet! I’m so glad my au helped inspire you!!

[spittyfishy]

I really love your art! The AU is quite creative and I’ve been crafting my own remnant AU myself. You’re a huge inspiration.

but the time for questions:

Kaito, ever thought of what would happen to the world of Maki died..? :(

And Shuichi, remind me how you contribute to the growth of despair? Cuz I forgot. ;)

[m-jelly]

Chapter 2

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building.

Concept: Levi takes you to the town festival where you meet some interesting people there, some of them don't like you and others do. Levi and you make progress on your feelings for each other. You reveal what happened to you in the past, which explains the dark part of your aura. Levi takes a moment to heal you. Levi sits above a tank of water for charity, you manage to dunk him. You take Levi home to your place and help him get warm and into fresh clothes.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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The small town was full of life with people laughing, shouting and loud music people played. Levi winced at the screams of people in the scare maze. He pinched the bridge of his nose and felt drained from being there. Festivals meant a lot of sins were going to be made, which would be a big meal for him, but the noise was always too much for him to handle.

Vendors lined the street with delicious food to be eaten. Games for people to play were at the top and more at the bottom of the main street. At the bottom resided the most things to do if you wanted to play some games, win prizes or do something romantic. The rides were simple and half of them were likely not up to code. Levi would never go on any of them.

He felt his hair stand up as he felt your warming presence approaching him. He turned and gazed up the road, only to find himself blushing and his heart longing. You were a sight too behind in your sweet autumn outfit. Your thigh highs squeezed your legs in just the right places. Your high-waisted shorts hugged your body the way Levi wish he could. Your turtle neck was baggy and tucked into your shorts. He blushed at your hair being down and you looking casual. He adored you in your art things and now he had the pleasure of adoring you in your normal things.

You huffed at Levi. “Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come and then I remembered the free food part.” You tried fixing your hair. “I probably look a right mess.”

He reached over and fixed a bit of your hair standing up. “You look divine.”

You smiled softly at his compliment. “Thanks.” You let out a long sigh and looked out at the festival. “Seems okay.”

“It’s reasonable.”

You stood next to him and looked up at him. “You look like you might shit yourself.”

He looked down at you. “Is it that obvious I don’t want to be here?”

You raised your shoulder. “Eeehhhh. A little.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Your support is practically oozing off you.”

“Aw, I’m glad you noticed.”

He smirked a little. “So, where do you want to spend all my money at first?”

You slapped him on the back. “You owe me for getting rid of Mrs White, so be nice or I’ll go find her and bring her over.”

His eye twitched. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I dare.”

He stared at you and loved the playfulness you had within you. “Very well.”

You hugged his arm. “You’re the best.”

He perked up at feeling your breasts against him for just a moment. He snapped out of his happy land when you walked ahead. He caught up with you and stayed at your side. “Do you get some sort of pleasure out of torturing me?”

You hummed and mocked thinking. “Great question.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

You giggled. “It’s more fun that way.”

He held back a smile. “And yet I’m the ass.”

“Never said I wasn’t.” You winked at him making him blush. You approached a vendor and looked at the waffles they were making fresh. “Ow, could I have one with strawberries, cream and chocolate?”

Levi handed over the money. “Make that two.”

The owner smiled. “Sure thing, father. I’m a little surprised to see you with such a lovely lady.”

You laughed. “He has to put up with me, seeing as I’m painting his temple.”

“Oh! You’re the lady up by the ceiling?”

“That’s me.”

They leaned on the table as their friend made the order. “I’ve never seen you at a sermon. This is also the first time I’ve seen you. Are you shy or rude?”

Levi stepped to the side and shielded you a little with his body. “She’s been working hard and I’ve been taking up most of her social time. She comes in when the sun rises and works until late into the night. Sometimes she sleeps up there so she can wake up and work.”

They blushed at his words. “Oh…”

“I believe you should apologise to my friend.”

They cleared their throat. “Sorry.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay. I umm…plan on being around more. Just, give me more time to make a big enough dent in the work.”

Levi turned to you. “You do not need to give excuses. This child of the gods has forgotten the teachings of our very religion. Love, courage, honesty, compassion, charity and wisdom. By insulting my friend here, you went against many.”

They bowed. “I am so sorry. I’ll do better.”

Levi put his arm around your shoulders. “I’m disappointed.”

You took the wrapped-up waffles from the person making it and heard their hushed sorry for their friend being rude. You smiled a little. “No problem. Father? We should get going and eat.”

Levi took his waffle and walked with you. He gazed down at you to see something was bothering you. “Are you okay?”

You gulped down your food. “I’m okay. I’m just worried. I come walking into this town and cause a mess.” You let out a long sigh. “I should just step back maybe. I dunno.”

“You have done nothing wrong.”

You stopped for a moment and looked at Levi. “I don’t want to cause problems.”

“You’re not.”

You put your rubbish in the bin. “You’re too kind.” You licked your lips. “I’m going to chat to the local mechanic for a bite.”

Levi frowned at your comment. “Why?”

You moved away from Levi and walked over to a broad tall young man, ears covered in nice piercings. His big hands were covered in rings. His hair was black and slicked back under his big cowboy hat. You gasped at how darkly handsome he was and when he spoke to those around him, he had a deep voice. You admired the stubble he had.

You walked right up to him. “Excuse me?”

He flinched and looked down at you. He blushed hard as he took you in. “Why, hello there little missy.”

“Do I look that young?”

He took his hat off. “I apologise. Is it ma’am?”

You laughed and offered your name as you held your hand out. “I work in the temple restoring the art. I actually need your help.”

“I’m Dean.” He gulped hard. “Sure thing, m-ma’am. What can I do for ya?”

You sighed. “I need some help with my scaffolding. Are you any good with that?”

“I am. I can come by and fix anything wrong in no time.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I have everything up, but there have been some issues.”

He smirked at you. “I can do that. You’re really cute.”

Levi’s eye twitched when he saw Dean’s aura filled with red, meaning he was lusting after you. Levi called your name. “Come, we have more things to try. I will send you details about when you can come to the temple.”

Dean winked. “Sure thing, father.” He put his hat back on. “I’ll see you around.”

You waved to Dean and walked with Levi down the street. “He seemed nice.”

Levi growled. “Tch, he might be but he’s been a little shit. He helps other people out, sure, but he used to cause damage to places when he was a kid. He’s had an on and off again relationship with Loralee. She is the princess of the town.” He held your upper arm. “Just to warn you, stay away from those two otherwise you’ll be wrapped up in all sorts of problems.”

You gazed at Levi and smiled softly making your aura pink and white with a small bit of red, meaning your feelings for Levi were more on the romantic side than the red lust. You hummed as you blushed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, okay? He’s an attractive guy, but my eyes are set on someone else whom I know very well I can’t have.”

Levi tilted his head a little. “Who?”

You pinched his cheek. “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” You let out a long sigh as you let your sad smile slip. “You really are sweet.”

Levi walked closer as he felt drawn to you. He wanted to confess so badly that he was a demon, that you could love him and like him freely. “So are you. You are beyond wonderful.” He lightly touched your cheek. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled softly as you leaned into his touch. “You still haven’t made up for dragging me here.”

He laughed at your jest. “Forgive me. What can I get you?”

You walked with him. “Hot chocolate with the works.”

He reached over and linked his pinkie with yours. “I can do that.”

You blushed. “Great.”

Levi stopped by the hot chocolate station and felt his heart flutter at having small contact with you and treating it like a date. He paid for the drinks and wandered with you towards the rides and games, but he was worried. “I have to warn you.”

You sipped your drink. “What’s up?”

“We’re about to go through the 1950s.”

You laughed and looked ahead. “Oh, the Stepford wives.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “They have this weird obsession with me. I think they have a fan club.”

You snorted at the thought, it was amusing to think a bunch of married women who had young grandkids and adult children made a little fan group. “Who’s the head of it all?”

“Mrs Edith Primrose.” He pointed to a tall woman who was clearly sinched and had plastic surgery to look young, her hair was blonde and curled up tightly, her dress was like it was from the 50s and her movements were graceful. It was clear to you that people were terrified of her and she was the Queen of them all.

You hummed. “Let me guess, her daughter is Loralee?”

Levi tapped the side of his nose. “You’re getting it.”

You downed some of your drink. “So, avoid both, yeah? And in the process, I need to stay away from Dean.” You paused a moment. “Anyone else?”

“No, you’re good.”

He hummed a laugh. “You got it.”

You nodded and walked into the Stepford zone. “Oh, they have some great games down there! I’m going to look!”

Levi panicked as you went to run away from him. He grabbed your upper arm making you cheekily laugh. “You are not going anywhere. You will not leave me with those wicked women.”

You laughed. “Okay, okay, but we have to move fast because I cannot stand women like her.”

“Got it.” He walked through them and heard the giggles and whispers begin. He looked down at you. “Can we talk, or pretend we’re talking?”

“Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” You gasped. “Oh! We could have another theology chat, I love those.”

He smiled softly. “Right, let me think. Oh, how do you feel about angels and demons in the texts?”

“It what sense?”

He blushed a little as his question got personal. “Who do you think is better? If you had the chance to date one?”

You didn’t even need to think about this. “Demons, easy question.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “Why demons?”

You stopped in your path and looked at a sign. “Well, they are the sinners, right? They’ll be better lovers. They’ll love you with everything they have. There’s that saying about heroes and villains. A hero will give their love up to save the world.” You locked eyes with Levi. “But a villain will break the world for their love. I think that’s far more romantic. Don’t you?”

He nodded. “I truly do.”

“Plus, angels are good boys. They’ll be so vanilla. Demons though, they’ll be kinky and I like that.”

Levi blushed hard. “Kinky? That’s what you’re into?”

“Sorry, did that offend you?” You walked closer to him. “My mistake, I should say it like this. “Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

He shivered. “Oh, Gods…”

You pulled back. “Anything else, father?”

He groaned as you batted your lashes at him. “ So, you don’t like angels?”

“No.” You turned to Levi and sighed. “They are egotistic and selfish. Why would I want to be with someone like that? I want something passionate, deep, loving, caring, almost crazy kind of love.” You smiled a little. “I know it’s dangerous, but it’s nice when it’s done well.”

A forced posh voice spoke. “I disagree!” You both turned to see Edith approach, her makeup almost perfect but a bit thick. “Demons are wicked things that are full of sins, but angels guide us all. Why would you want a disgusting demon when you could have a wonderful angel?”

You smiled softly. “My mistake. I was simply teasing father Levi here.”

“That so?” She walked closer with a strained smile. “And who are you? I know everyone in this town, but I don’t know you.”

Levi placed his hand on your shoulder and said your name softly “is repairing the art in the temple. She’s done a fine job. You haven’t seen her because I’ve been rather possessive with her and taken up most of her time. I am sorry.”

She smiled at Levi and became weak at his words. “Oh, well all is forgiven but it would be nice to see her more.” She looked you up and down. “She’s…cute.”

Levi clenched his jaw as he felt irritated. “Excuse us, Mrs Primrose, but my friend and I were in the middle of a conversation and I was showing her around.”

She smiled at you. “Getting special treatment, huh?”

You let out a long sigh. “Yeah, actually. I get the best. He and I go back to my place and have a big fat orgy. We use all sorts of toys and I use both the Gods’ names in vain. I put a lead on him and make him call my mommy.”

She gasped in horror. “You! You! You!”

Levi stifled his laughs. “She’s messing with you because you’ve been rude. I must say, you are not following my teachings very well.”

She blushed hard. “Forgive me. I was very sinful.”

Levi enjoyed the aura of jealousy coming off her and shame. “You will be forgiven, but you should work hard to be a better person because it’s good and not to simply earn your place in paradise.” Levi put his hand on your back. “What do you say?”

You let out a long sigh. “I want to say sorry for snapping. It’s been a coping thing ever since my…never mind, I shouldn’t make excuses. I’m sorry.”

“It’ll be okay. Let’s enjoy the rest of the festival, shall we?”

You nodded and walked with Levi down to the gaming area. “I’m sorry.”

He cast his steel blue eyes on you. “For what?”

“I kind of made it worse.”

He rubbed your back. “You did great. She needs someone to snap at her. You were really funny.”

You blushed a little. “Thanks.”

He stopped in front of a vendor and bought a bag of popcorn. “Want to go in the scary maze?”

You stared at the corn maze and thought it was a cute date idea, but you had to remind yourself that Levi was a priest. “Sure.” You grabbed the bag of popcorn. “Payment.”

He paid for the mazes. “My intention.” He stayed at your side and shared the popcorn with you as people screamed and laughed in the maze. “May I ask something?”

You hummed in agreement. “You can. I mean, we have an open-book policy, right?”

“You mentioned it was a coping mechanism, the whole joking and poking fun thing.” He stopped for a moment. “Coping for what? What happened to you?”

You watched three kids run past giggling away. You smiled as you saw them go. “Wanna know why I am not part of your religion?”

He nodded. “I do.”

You hugged yourself. “Joseph was a beacon of good for the religion. He was a good boy whom everyone praised. I fell for it. Got involved with him and he spoke about your religion like it was beautiful, like it was a dream. I thought I found my happiness, but then he became twisted. He lost his mind, thought he was in touch with the Gods and tried to…” You let out a long sigh. “I lost myself and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I escaped, thankfully, due to my job. I moved to a city to work, changed my number and got someone to collect my things. I never looked back.”

Levi held your hand. “I’m so sorry.”

You sniffed a little as you held back tears. “It felt like he was eating away at me. It’s hard to explain.”

Levi now understood that darkness inside you. Something wasn’t right with your ex, something about him was bad inside that gave him the ability to eat at your light. Levi knew the darkness in you, the small amount was the remains of him. Levi knew what he had to do. He was going to devour the bad in your soul and then break your ex.

You gasped when Levi grabbed your hand and pulled you into the corn away from everyone. “Levi, what are you doing?” You stumbled after him. “Hey!”

He stopped before pulling you against his chest and holding you. “I’m sorry.”

You shook in Levi’s arms. Your arms slowly reached up until you finally grabbed his back and held him. “Thank you.”

He kissed your forehead and took that moment to absorb the darkness within you. He ate it all up and knew this bad was from someone touched by an angel. He pulled back and smiled. “Feel better?”

You inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. You smiled as you felt truly happy for the first time in years. You felt no weight within you. “Yes. It’s like a weight has been lifted.” You laughed a little. “You’re incredible. Thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure.” He held your hand and pulled you through the corn until you were both out. He released your hand and sighed. “We should head back, right?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“Father Levi!” A woman’s voice echoed.

Levi winced at the voice. “Yes, Mrs Rogers?”

She grinned at Levi. “Could you please help us? My husband got sick and can’t do the dunk tank. He hasn’t been dunked yet. You won’t be because it’s very rare.” She clasped her hands together. “Please, father Levi. All you need to do is sit on the seat above the water and people throw balls at the target.” She grinned. “It’s for charity.”

You sniggered as Levi looked over at you. “Yeah, father Levi, it’s for charity. Besides, you won’t get dunked.”

Levi held back a groan. “Very well. I’ll do it.” He walked with you and whispered. “I would have thought you’d have my back.”

You smirked. “What are the teachings of your religion?”

He groaned. “You’re evil.”

“I am.” You stopped by the dunk tank. “I’ll take your wallet, phone, keys and anything else.”

Levi grumbled as he gave you everything you asked for. “There, no more valuables.”

“Thank you. I’ll take good care of it all.”

He hummed and climbed up to the seat and sat down. He let out a long sigh. “For charity, right?”

You winked at him. “You’re right. Besides, you’re not gonna get dunked.”

“Uh-huh.”

Levi sat back in his seat and saw you were right. He was there for a while and not a single person dunked him. He got a little bored sitting up there, but you would perk him up by chatting to him and keeping him positive. He’d blush a little and enjoyed the spark between you both. He adored how lively you seemed now that he’d taken away the darkness.

Mrs Rogers sighed. “We’re almost done.” She smiled at you and softly said your name. “Want to try?”

You put Levi’s things down. “Sure.” You took the ball and stood where you needed to be. “Let’s see…”

Levi folded his arms. “Now I know I am safe. There’s no chance you’ll dunk me.”

You tossed the ball up and down. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and wanted him to eat his words. You threw the ball hard and missed. “Damn it.”

Mrs Rogers handed you another ball. “You get three tries.”

You smirked at Levi. “Two more, father.”

“And you’ll miss the last two.”

You threw the second and hit the target. You gasped at being lucky and watching Levi drop down into the water. You jumped up and down. “I got you!”

Mrs Rogers clapped her hands. “Yes! Well done!” She hummed a laugh. “I’m not gonna lie, I have wanted to know what he looks like wet.” She winked at you. “Thank you.”

You giggled. “Well, he’s a handsome man.”

Levi stood up in the tank so the water was up to his waist. He gasped and pushed back his wet hair. His dark gaze locked onto you making you shiver. He growled your name. “You surprised me.”

Your cheeks burned as you saw more of Levi’s body, his wonderful chiselled frame. “Mrs Rogers? Do you have a towel?”

She eyed Levi. “Oh, I do, but this is nice.”

You saw a little crowd of women gathering. You hurried to the stall and found a towel for Levi. You offered your hand to him and helped him get out. “My place is super close. We’ll go and you can have a hot shower and dry off.”

Levi rubbed himself with the towel a little and admired your aura being a rather sweet one. You cared a lot about him and wanted to hide him away to protect him. “Thank you.”

You put the towel around his shoulders before picking his things up from the floor. “I know what it’s like to have people stare at you.” You ushered him along. “It’s not nice being seen as a piece of meat. You’re a priest, for pity’s sake.”

“So, you didn’t like what you saw? Would you prefer Dean?”

You shook your head. “Dean? No.” You looked up at Levi. “I’ve already told you where my affection lies.”

Levi knew you cared for him, he could see it in your aura. He said your name softly. “I am teasing.”

You opened your garden gate. “You…” You huffed. “You got me.” You led him to your front door and allowed him in. “I don’t really have men’s clothes, but I do have some big things. Will that be okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” He slipped his shoes off before following you upstairs to your bathroom. He smiled a little as you turned the shower on for him. “I’ll get your clothes ready. I’ll take your wet ones as well.” You stepped outside the room and waited. “Ready when you are.”

Levi peeled off his clothes and handed them over. “Thank you.”

You rushed off with his thing and stood in front of your washer. You inhaled his natural scent and moaned at how nice he smelt. You groaned a little at how embarrassing your actions were. You shoved Levi’s clothes in the washers and added a few nice things. You next laid out all his personal things before you grabbed some jogging bottoms you owned, your baggiest shirt and a thick cardigan. You placed it all on your bed ready for Levi. You flinched as your bathroom door was shoved open.

Levi stepped out with the towel wrapped low on his hips. His defined V had water rolling down it. His abs shimmered as the light hit the water on them. His pecs were plump and squeezable. “Those mine?”

You gulped hard as you felt a shiver run through you. Your eyes dragged all over his body. You weren’t sure what to say or do. “Hot.”

Levi walked closer to you causing something big to tap against the towel, only adding more fuel to your fire. “Hot? Are you not well?”

“I-I-I…uh…”

He placed the back of his hand on your head. “You feel a little warm.” He touched your neck and slid his hands up to check your glands. “You feel a little run down. Maybe you should take time off painting. I think that’s a good idea, don’t you?”

You nodded. “Y-yes.” You blinked a few times. “How did you get so muscular?”

“I carry books.”

You frowned. “Some heavy fucking books.”

He laughed. “Yeah.” He released you. “I better get changed.”

You jumped. “Oh! Yes. Sorry, umm I tried my best with these. I’ll make a pot of tea.”

Levi watched you run off and felt his heart swell in his chest. He teased you on purpose, but your reaction was adorable. He expected red in your aura, but you have pink and whites again and a bit of red. He found himself falling hard for you. All the questions he asked were to test if he could be with you. You’d been around him for almost two months and his heart yearned for you. He needed to know that you could handle being with a demon. If you could ever love a demon.

He dried himself off and dragged on the bottoms first to see that they were a bit lose on him. He yanked the shirt on and saw it was rather tight on his chest. It clung to his pecs and abs tightly leaving little to the imagination. He topped it off with the cardigan and hummed in happiness at how soft it all was and it smelt of you. He inhaled deep allowing himself to drown in your natural scent. He released a long moan as temptation slowly bubbled away inside him.

He felt compelled to find you. His body moved before his brain even caught up with him. He followed your scent as his demon needs took over. He strolled into your kitchen to see you humming away as you made tea and some treats. He glided over to you like a starved beast. He grabbed your arm and pressed you against the wall causing you to release the cutest squeak. He slammed one arm above your head, his pelvis pressed against yours, and his other hand held your upper arm as he looked down at you.

You shivered as you looked up into his eyes to see his pupils were slits like a cat’s. Part of his slicked-back wet hair on one side hung a little in front of his face. “Father?”

He released your arm and held your waist instead. “Call me by my name when we’re alone.”

“Levi.” Your voice was hushed due to a mixture of excitement and worry. You were very attracted to Levi and you knew you shouldn’t be. You reached up and lightly touched his cheek making him relax. “Levi.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your loving touch. He sighed your name as he felt compelled by all the forces to take you as his own. He opened his eyes and smiled as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “You say it so beautifully.”

You searched his eyes. “Your pupils…”

He turned his head and knew he’d let a part of his demon side slip. “Sorry.”

You turned his head and looked back at his eyes. “Don’t hide them. I think they’re beautiful. I’ve never seen that before.”

He lit up. “You like that?”

“I do.”

He smiled softly. “No one in this town has seen them before. I’m scared to show them. However, you saying they’re beautiful gives me a little boost. So, thank you.”

You traced under his eyes. “You shouldn’t be afraid of something so beautiful.”

“It runs in my family. It happens when I get excited.”

You smirked at him before giggling. “So, little old me excites the priest, huh?”

He tapped his forehead against the wall by your ear. “You have no idea.”

You ran your hands down his chest. “Forgive me, father.”

He pulled back and smiled at you. “You do that on purpose.”

You smirked at him. “I love winding you up.”

He leaned closer as his lips tingled and desired to be connected with yours. He paused then pulled back as the kettle clicked off. “I’ll finish the tea.”

You gripped your chest as your heart threatened to jump out of it. “Sure.” You eyed your joggers on him to see that they fitted him pretty well. His plump bubble butt was tamed behind them. He dragged your eyes up and blushed when you noticed your shirt was a little tight on him. “Ah, I should get you a better shirt.”

Levi glanced over at you and felt amused by your flustered state. “No need. This one is just fine.” He handed you your cup. “It’s not that tight.”

Your hands hugged your cup as you stared at him. “It’s weird seeing you in normal clothes.”

“That bad?” He leaned against the counter and felt worried.

“Nah.” You smiled at him to reassure him. “It’s refreshing and it looks good on you.” You pushed away from the wall and walked to your living room. “So, your things should make it to the dryer tonight, but it’ll be late by the time it’s finished. You can go home in my things and I’ll return your uniform tomorrow, or you can stay the night here. I have a spare room.”

He fiddled with his cup and fought a lot of feelings inside him. He wanted to stay, but if he did people might talk about you in a bad way. If he left you, you’d be all alone and he’d miss out on your company and being close to you. He was conflicted, but he knew in his heart what he really wanted.

You sat back in your seat. “I won’t be offended if you leave.”

“I’ll stay.” He relaxed on the sofa. “It makes more sense to stay and wait for my clothes.” He added a sarcastic tone to his next words. “Plus, I don’t want to pass up on this incredible hospitality.”

You laughed. “Ass.”

He hummed. “Besides, you dunked me so you have to make it up to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You stood up. “I’ll make us something small to eat seeing as we ate a lot at the festival for dinner.”

“Sure. Can I help?”

“I’m good.”

Levi watched you work and looked around your home to see you were slowly adding your personal touch to the place. He relaxed in his seat more and took the food you offered. He talked with you until it was late in the night and you passed out in your seat.

Levi scooped you up into his arms before carrying you upstairs and softly laying you in bed. He tucked you in as he smiled softly at how cute you were. He left you and moved his clothes to the dryer before going to the spare room you’d set up for him. He climbed under the covers and let out a long sigh as he thought about you. He wished with everything within him that he could be in your room with you now just holding you, but he couldn’t. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he needed to at least take you on another date. Levi considered today to be your first date together, he just hoped you felt the same.

You woke up an hour later and whined at being in your normal clothes. You changed into your bed things and slipped back under the covers. You lay there gazing into the dark as you thought about how you and Levi were today. Part of your started to believe that it was more like a date than anything else. Your cheeks burned as you thought about dating Levi. He was perfect for you, but the major problem was he was a priest and he had to be celibate. You couldn’t cross that line.

Could you?

[lady-lunaaa]

Hi Luna! How are you? I hope your day is going great so far :) I wanted to stop by to gush about your Mikey series! I’m still swooning over chapter 7 😻 and I wanted to ask what inspired you to write this story? Also what was your favorite scene to write so far? There are so many good ones but I’d love to know which one was the most satisfying to write :3 (I think I enjoyed the sparring scene between reader & Mikey the most but it’s really hard to choose just one 🙈)

Hello my sweet! How are you? 🥰 It's been a lazy day but that's okay. I hope yours is even better! I am always in awe of how incredibly sweet you are?!? I'm so so glad you enjoyed Ch 7, it was a labour of love 🤣 your questions are so lovely, I shall leave my answers under the cut <3

My inspiration? Well, this series is actually part of a collab my besties and I hosted. So a lot of the hype and inspiration came from that, and our discussions, I'll actually put the link here because the other submissions are incredible and deserve all the love!! But aside from that, a lot of my inspiration came from Greek mythology (the gods and deities aspect, albeit loosely) and also my absolute obsession with pirate au's 😂 I really, really wrote this series for myself (I love a good pirate au and just don't see many around), and it definitely worked out well because this is probably the only thing I've ever written that I come back to re-read and to enjoy. And I actually need to thank you, because all of your interaction and feedback on this series has reignited my love and passion for this story, and I'm actually working on Ch 8 tonight. I've struggled with this series of late but your kind words have given me a gust of wind beneath my wings 🥹 so thank you for that 💙

Okay, my favourite scene to write? Funnily enough, that's probably the sparring scene! I kept that chapter shorter intentionally, and it helped distract me through a rough patch, so I really just let myself get lost in it and have fun! Without really adding any pressure onto myself. But if I had to name my favourite moment so far, the one I'm most proud of and spent the most time on, it would be the late night talk between reader and Mikey on the ship. I really wanted to get that moment right, it's still such a memorable scene for me out of all of them!

I'm so so humbled and over the moon you've enjoyed the series so far, and so in awe at your dedication to interacting w me about it, it really is the highlight of my day whenever I get a notification from you. Sending you all the best wishes and air kisses! ✨🌙

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Wooyoung: All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss (oneshot)

Genre: fluff, smut, non idol au, bestfriends to lovers au.

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader (fem)

Inspiration: Based on this reaction that I wrote.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption.

"Okay, Y/N and Wooyoung get in the 3rd row," Yunho said after placing everyone's luggage in his car. You were going on a roadtrip to Boryeong with your bestfriend, Jung Wooyoung, his friends (who also became your friends) and some of their significant others.

You had to sit on Wooyoung's lap at the back of Yunho's 7-seater car as the seat beside you was occupied with some bags.

Wooyoung got into the car and sat down before you followed his actions, settling on his lap. "You good, Woo? Am I too heavy?" you asked, trying not to put all your weight on him.

"Nah, I'm all right," he answered and placed an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "You can sit comfortably." You were glad you were facing away from him; you didn't want him to see how your cheeks heated up.

Once everyone was settled in both the cars, Yunho and Seonghwa began driving. Since it was really early in the morning, everyone decided to sleep during the two hour drive.

You weren't feeling sleepy, so you were scrolling through your Instagram, looking at various posts. Wooyoung couldn't sleep either; he pushed your hair to one side to see what you were looking at while resting his chin on your shoulder. You saw a post of a man kissing a woman's neck and the caption said, "neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then."  You double tapped on your phone screen to like the post, causing Wooyoung to smirk; he couldn't help but want to test it out.

He placed a gentle kiss to your neck to see how'd you'd react. You stopped breathing for a second; did your bestfriend just kiss your neck? Did the man you were so in love with—but didn't have the guts to let him know as you were scared of ruining your friendship— just kiss your neck?

When you didn't push him away or ask about his actions, he began placing more kisses onto your neck. You titled your head to give him more access to your neck, gripping his arm that was around you, causing him to smile against your skin.

"I didn't know you like neck kisses this much," Wooyoung murmured in your ear, his voice dropping a little. You turned around to face him and without thinking, you crashed your lips onto his. You couldn't help but smile when he immediately kissed you back. You've dreamed of this very moment so many times, it felt unreal to you that it was actually happening. You moved your hand to his newly dyed black hair, tugging on the strands. His hold around you tightened and he pulled away. "That feels nice," he said, a little breathlessly. You ran your hand through his hair, your heart swelling with some kinda happiness that you've never experienced before.

Wooyoung pecked your cheek. "I'm going to take you on a date after the trip, okay?" he stated, making you smile.

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"Wow, it's bigger than I expected," Hongjoong said while walking with you towards the beach where a party was taking place; there were around three hundred people here. Initially, the plan for tonight was having dinner at a fancy restaurant, but Mingi and Jongho insisted on going to the party when one of the resort staff told them about it.

Wooyoung and the rest came here before you and Hongjoong, so you couldn't see anyone. The two of you headed to the bar on the beach, deciding to drink something before searching for the others.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Hongjoong asked you.

You scanned through the various alcoholic beverages on the shelves.  "VS Hennessey, please," you replied; it was Wooyoung's favorite drink.

He snorted. "You're spending too much time with Wooyoung," he said and turned to the bartender. "One Martini and a VS Hennessey for the lady."

A while later, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang and his girlfriend, Taehee, found you and Hongjoong at the bar. Wooyoung's eyes darkened when he noticed the red bikini you were wearing. Your eyes were also on your bestfriend, taking in his swimming-shorts clad body. Wooyoung had been working out a lot, and you were in awe of the results: his arms were more muscular and his abs were more defined. His black hair was pulled into a small ponytail.

"Y/N!" Taehee squealed, running to hug you, already quite drunk. "The hottest guys in the country are all here!" she giggled.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend's statement. "Repeat that, babe?"

"But you're the hottest of them all," she quickly replied, pecking his lips before turning back to you. "Go get some dick, girl!"

Hongjoong nearly choked on his martini. You only laughed, gulping the remaining of your drink before you got up from your seat. "Dance with me, Tae," you said, dragging her to the crowd where everyone was dancing, despite Yeosang's protests.

You moved your body to the beat, quickly getting lost to the music. You knew Wooyoung's eyes were on you the entire time, so you made sure to add a little sway to your moves in hopes of teasing him a little. You felt hands on your waist, making you turn around. Some random drunk guy was trying to dance with you; he was kinda cute, you had to admit. Wooyoung's jaw clenched when he saw you dancing with the guy.

"So when are you going to make a move on Y/N?" San asked, grabbing Wooyoung's attention.

"I already did," he answered with a smug smile. "We kissed today morning in the car."

"Finally," San said, putting a french fry in his mouth. All your friends could see that you and Wooyoung had a thing for each other; they were all waiting for you both to realize that.

You danced with the random guy for a while until you excused yourself to get a drink. You took two shots of Vodka before going back to the dancing crowd. The guy you were dancing with moved on to another woman. You found Yeosang and Taehee making out in the crowd, and Yunho was dancing with some random girl. The song changed and you squealed when you realized it was one of yours and Wooyoung's favorite songs. You glanced at where Wooyoung was seated, but he wasn't there.

You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. One glance at the man's arms was enough for you to know who he was.

"Let me hold you, girl caress my body, you got me going crazy, you turn me on, turn me on," Wooyoung sang the lyrics in your ear. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck while he sang the rest of the lyrics. You had a big smile on your face while you danced with him, admiring his beautiful face. Wooyoung leaned down to capture your lips with his own in a sweet, slow kiss; you could taste the Hennessey on his lips. He pulled away, placing a soft kiss on your temple. "Let's get out of here."

The two of you quickly made your way to your shared room at the resort, excitement running through your veins. Wooyoung unlocked the room door with the key before entering the room, pushing you against the door after locking it.

"You drive me crazy, baby," he mumbled, cupping your cheek, he leaned down, stopping an inch away from your lips before he pulled away and walked to the bathroom.

You snorted, unsurprised that Wooyoung was teasing you now. You followed him into the bathroom. You washed your hands and legs, getting all the sand off. You sat on the bathroom counter, watching Wooyoung dry his hands after doing the same.

You decided to tease him by stripping yourself out of the red bikini, causing his jaw to drop. His lustful eyes roamed all over your naked body. You wanted him right now.

You moved towards him, pushing him against the wall, connecting your lips to your his. Wooyoung kissed you back while his hand traveled down to your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You pulled away to move your lips to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses just as much as you. You sucked and gently nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave a mark. Once you were done, you trailed kisses from his neck to his sharp jawline.

Wooyoung placed his hands on your waist to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, and you were facing the full-length mirror in the bathroom. You watched him kiss the skin between your neck and shoulder, making you suck in a breath. One of Wooyoung's hands moved to play with your tits while the other moved down to your heat. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the wetness there. His eyes were on your reflection in the mirror while he placed his finger on your clit, rubbing it in up and down motions while his other hand massaged your breast.

"Fuck!" you moaned, throwing your head back against him, eyes closing in pleasure.

"You like that, baby?" he rubbed your nub faster in circular motions. "Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at what I'm doing to you."

You opened your eyes and glanced at your reflection, watching Wooyoung pleasure your clit. Your breathing increased while he moved his fingers faster. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, and his other hand toyed with your nipple. He slipped two fingers into your entrance, spreading them open like scissors to stretch you out, making you moan and clench around his fingers.

"Woo, gonna cum soon," you cried out when you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Wooyoung removed his fingers. You gasped, eyes going wide. "Why would you...?"

He kissed your shoulder, a smirk on his face. "Did you really think I would let you cum this easily after what you did? Hmm? Dancing with another man when you knew I was watching you."

You smirked. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

Wooyoung snorted, taking your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. "I'm gonna show you who you belong to, baby," he said, pushing you onto the bed before hovering above you. He trailed kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss and a little suck before trailing kisses further down your body. He stops at your glistening heat, glancing up at you. "You're gorgeous," he stated, spreading your legs wider. He kept his eyes on you while his tongue flicked your nub. He ran his tongue along your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He gently sucked on your clit. "W-Woo, oh fuck," you moaned, your hands moving down to grab his hair while he sucked harder. "I want you in me right now, Woo," you managed to say through heavy breaths; you really just wanted to feel him balls deep inside of you.

Wooyoung moved away from you, his eyes held slight worry. "Are you sure?" he asked, and you nodded in response. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, Woo. Please, I want you in me right now," you begged.

Wooyoung gave you a kiss before getting off the bed. He took a box of condoms out from his bag, taking out one of the foiled squares before turning to you. He slowly took his shorts and briefs off, making sure to tease you. You took in the sight of him, gasping at the sight of his naked, toned body.

Wooyoung climbed back onto the bed, ripping open the foil covering. He rolled the condom onto his length before hovering above you.

"Are you really sure about this?" he couldn't help but ask; he knew you were conscious about who you slept with.

You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him. "I'm sure about this, I promise. I love you, Wooyoung," you finally confessed.

A bright, happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He kissed you passionately, heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too, Y/N. Fuck I've been in love with you for so so long," he said, kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away. He positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, keeping his eyes on you while you adjusted to his size.

"You good, babe?" he asked once he was fully in.

You nodded. "You can move now."

Wooyoung thrusted in you slowly, sucking in a breath when he felt your walls clench around him. "So fucking tight," he remarked, rolling his hips against yours. He laced his hands with your own, leaning down to kiss you. "I love you so much," he murmured against your lips. You freed one of your hands to cup his cheek, pulling him back into the kiss. You swiped his lower lip with your tongue and he immediately gave you access to slither your tongue inside. Your tongues moved in a slow rhythm to match his slow thrusts, and your hand moved through Wooyoung's soft hair. You moaned and gently bit his bottom lip when you felt him hit your g-spot, making him smile and pull away. "I found your spot, didn't I?"

"Yeah..."

Wooyoung lifted one of your legs up, thrusting in faster and deeper. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head while you watched Wooyoung's cock move in and out of you.

Your back arched when he repeatedly hit your spot, and you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower area. "Woo..." you moaned, your walls wildly clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure. He reached down to rub your clit, making you squirm. "Cum for me, my love."

A few more thrusts and you screamed his name, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as you reached your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. Wooyoung came shortly after you, spilling his seed into the condom. He thrusted in a few more times before pulling out. He quickly disposed the used condom before moving back to the bed, pulling you into his arms. You stared up at him with loving eyes, making him kiss your forehead. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just... happy," you stated, running your hand through his hair that was slightly damp with his sweat. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

He snorted. "I assumed that too. I've been in love with you for nearly three years now. I was scared to tell you cause of our friendship..."

"You'll always be my bestfriend, Woo," you said, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His face fell a little; he wanted to be more than bestfriends. "But you've got an extra title now," you continued.

He gently pushed you away from his body so that he could see your face. "Which is?"

You smirked, leaning in to kiss him. "My boyfriend."

[bloomingjungwon]

please write a heeseung college!au !!!! ♡♡

college!au heeseung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you for requesting! sorry if this is so long, i kind of got carried away and i was kind of inspired by one of my favorite blogger's writing style

major: cinematography (don't ask why, i can just imagine him being so into making motion pictures)

he'd probably minor in like north american or woman studies tbh

i can see him as a really quiet, doesn't involve himself in too many things, kind of student

doesn't really speak up when it isn't needed

but if it's a topic he's really familiar with, you can't shut him up

definitley the type of student to sit in the very front even if the classroom has like a billion seats left open

i also see him as the type to never be in the library, he usually just studies out on the grass or in a very underrated cafe.

lives off of coffee to the point his roomate!jake tells him he smells like coffee 25/8

you know how gym freaks take a shot of like protein powder before their workout? yeah that's him but with ground up coffee beans if he is in a rush and doesn't want to wait for his coffee to brew.

it's kinda funny, you don't know heeseung, and he doesn't know you. but you pass each other almost everyday because you also go to the same cafe as him.

like youre always leaving as he enters and like????

hello how r u not noticing such an amazing human being

but dont worry, ya'll meet some day

you're walking across your campus and the bulletin board catches your attention

amongst all the papers screaming "tutor needed" or "join our club", theres a flier SMACK DAB in the middle

"class do20 presents mini films at flint theatre this friday!"

and like, that peaks your interests

because you've always appreciated people's works

but you're kinda just standing in the middle of the walkway and staring at it , you don't realize someone standing next to you

"are you going to go and watch?"

you nearly jumped out of your skin cause like, who tf just talks to someone without getting their attention first

heeseung does

and now he's just staring at you waiting for an answer

"uh,, yeah seems kind of interesting. why? are you?"

"i have no choice to. i'm a part of it, i just haven't started on my film yet."

.... homie, the show is on friday and it's currently tuesday

silence

no words or expressions are exchanged and you're just staring awkwardly at each other

but in reality, you two are just silently admiring each other's features

"do you want to be a part of my film?"

your blank expression turned into a "wtf" kind of expression

"you want me, a complete stranger, to be a part of your film?"

he proceeds to tell you that it'll be a lot easier for him to work with a stranger since he'd most likely not mess around

because this boy needs to get his assignment done asap

and you kind of hesitate but then you're like "well, fuck it. sure"

and then he smiles. and holy

this guy has one of the most captivating smiles ever and you literally feel your heart stop for a small second

"let's get started today, if that's okay with you?" he suggests

and you agree and tell him you have one more class, but he can meet you at a cafe you're usually at

and now it's his turn for his heart to skip a beat because he's talking to an attractive person who just willingly agreed to help him on his project AND goes to the same underrated cafe???

but before he can say anything.. you're already walking away

and now he's just standing there dumb and love struck

but yeah heeseung is already at the cafe thirty min early while he waits for you, camera out facing the door, waiting for you to enter

catches you on film as you walk inside and he kinda just watches you in awe as you're scanning the room to find where he is

you give him a small smile and wave and in that moment, heeseung knew what title he was giving his film

you take your seat and you're like "so, what would you like me to do?"

and heeseung just asks you to do whatever you would usually do at the cafe

and you're like oh sweet. that's easy.

so you ask him what kind of coffee he wants and when he tells you, you stand up to leave and order coffee

he films everything

from you standing in line awkwardly, you picking at your nails, scrolling through your phone, ordering... literally everything

you come back holding both cups (which of course he films too)

"i usually just do my homework while i'm here, but i don't have a lot today"

"that's fine. you can just do it, and if it's okay, i can ask you questions to get to know you better."

"yeah that's okay with me. i can multitask well. i think."

that earns you a chuckle from him

he angles the camera at the end of the end of the table, focusing on you

and ya'll just do homework together and learn new things about each other

like how you eat pizza with a fork and knife because you refuse to get your hands dirty

which heeseung reacts with "do you need professional help?"

but homie blurts out he lives and breathes off of ramen noodles and his roomate!jake has to restock for him every two days

and you're like.... "you're the one who needs professional help."

and for a couple hours

you guys are just goofing around and talking to each other as if you've known each other for years

homework done, three cups of coffee later, heeseung's camera runs out of battery so he calls it a day

chooses the next location to film

a dog park

so the next day, classes done, you meet him at the dog park, and even brought your dog

films you throwing tennis balls, petting dogs, and even you getting chased by a dog

laughs throughout the whole filming process but then internally regrets it because he notices it could probably be heard in the video

breaks it to you that he has enough content for his project

and lowkey youre kind of sad because you've had fun being around him the past two days but you keep it to yourself

"i'm glad i could help. i can't wait to see it heeseung."

loves the way you say his name and now he's sad too because he doesn't really have an excuse to hang out with you more

so ya'll part ways after saying bye

but it's not some dramatic "i'm never going to see them again"

cause ya'll run into each other again at the cafe the next day

and it's kind of unspoken but ya'll just silently agree to sit down with each other and work on homework

you, reading out of your textbook, and him working diligently on his laptop (shh he's editing his film)

and you kind of steal glances his way and he's just smiling to himself as he works

and that's because he loves the way his film is coming along, and he loves seeing you

because in that moment, you both realize you have feelings for each other

but once again it's unspoken cause you're both scaredy cats

you call it a day and say bye and him back

you guys don't see each other until the night of the film show

and you're like okay i'll tell him i have feelings for him after the show

little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you

but he's up in the film booth sweating his ass off because he knows you're somewhere in the crowd

and all of a sudden he doesn't want to be there

"what if they don't like me in that way?" "what if they take my video the wrong way?"

internally and externally panics

but before he can grab his cd and break it, the lights turn off and oh shit the show is starting

tbh, the films from the other students were quite interesting and you were enjoying each one

but this uncomfortable feeling was forming in the pit of your stomach

were you anxious? nervous?

idk but you were anticipating heeseung's film

and finally on the screen appeared heeseung's picture and biography

you didn't even notice the smile growing on your face

you thought to yourself, what did he even name his film?

"love through my eyes"

....love??

does heeseung have feelings for me too? or did they switch up someone's film with his??

but nope, there was no switch up

you watched yourself on the screen, from you smiling at him at the first moments in the cafe, to you laughing at his eating habits, and to you being chased by the dog, audibly hearing heeseung's giggles

but you thought it was over until there were more clips of the both of you in the cafe

however, they weren't from the first meeting. the clothes you both were wearing were different

wait, isn't this from two days ago? he filmed us that day?

from a hidden angle, the camera caught you two stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't paying attention.

you looked at him with stars in your eyes, and when you went back to your textbook, he stole glances at you as if your were his entire universe

speechless, the film ended, and with his film being last, the show ended and the lights turned back on

you didn't even applaud, for you ran out of the building immediatley, looking for heeseung

and there he is at the entrance of the theatre just staring at his feet

looks up when you hear him running up to him

"so... the film" he starts

but you don't let him finish because you pull him by the shirt and kiss him

and he's shocked because what the fuck they're kising me?!?!

but relaxes and kisses you back

and yeah, that's how your relationship starts

and expect him to film you at random times

would probably treasure "love through my eyes" and play it as a surprise at your guys' wedding in the future

im crying

[saintobio]

hi saint hope you’re doing well! just dropping by to say that i will be forever putty in your hands :) i’m a whore for your writing.

on a more important note, i can’t help but feel like writing is your canvas. like. people express themselves through many things. whether it be things like painting, photography, music etc. everyone has their own canvas. and yours are definitely writing. all throughout reading sn & sy i can’t help but to be constantly amazed at how you depict the characters, as well as how you navigate and deliver emotions. also how the hell do you control tension so befittingly all throughout your writing😭 and the plots? fucking genius. like seriously how did you come up with all of that??? like did it take you a long time to decide on such things to compose well thought out & well executed writing?😭 sorry for my rambling, i’m just so in awe of you and your brilliant brain. i apologize in advance if i’m sticking my neck too far out, but i hope that writing can be a constant commodity for you that is enjoyable and brings you comfort or whatever it is you need that keeps you at bay. bottom line is i wish you well🥺 sincerely. sending tonsss of love your way! take care -🌧 anon

cryingggg ily you’re so sweet 🥺 i wish i was as good as you made me sound tho hahahah 80% of the time i’m just never satisfied with my writing, but i guess that’s why i’m always driven to do better? for the plots, they’re just all in my head tbh and then i outline them, do research, fix plot holes, and then a fic will be decided once all of these have been established. oh, but also, my writings always have inspirations !! when i post fics, you’ll know what the inspos are if u read my notes. i looooove writing AUs so you might see a lot of them on my blog.

anyways, thank u for leaving this message. it was vvv nice of u :( i think this nov-dec season really slowed me down bc work gets extra hectic at this time of the year, and i guess that’s why i can’t enjoy writing on my free time lately 😭 but thank u very much for u kind words <33 i’m glad you’re enjoying what i’ve put out so far

[buckys-black-dress]

campus - bucky barnes x fem!reader (college au)

a/n: hey y’all! so. this is my first ever fic being posted here! i’m super excited to be sharing my work on here :) that being said, thank you for reading! please feel free to share/reblog/leave comments, but please do not repost my work! this lil one shot was inspired by the song campus by vampire weekend. enjoy! - ali

wc: 3.4k

You worked in the evenings at your coffee shop on campus during the week. Being that you went to school in a major metropolitan city, there were endless amounts of students bustling in and out of the shop daily. Day in and day out, it was pretty repetitive. The same kids, stressed, ordering a coffee and snack, and then sitting at a desk or in the upstairs attached library for hours on end, cramming or stressing about some test that was probably the following day. 

But there was one part that always made your day brighter, no matter how horrible your day had been thus far. 

Him.

His dark, long brown hair that looked soft to the touch, his large physique that had you melting in seconds, and his voice. 

He was always kind when he spoke to you, never short or rude. He always took his time to ask you how your day was going, took the time to learn your name, and even sat with you in between customers at the counter. 

Today, it was him sitting through the lunch rush, and while you whirled around the coffee machines and mugs, he watched you and made conversation while you steamed milk for the next latte that was ordered. 

“So, what are your plans for the winter break? Seeing any family?” He questioned, looking down into his own mug of dark brew. 

“Yeah, usually I go up to Canada to see my family there. I miss them a lot around this time of year, can’t wait to see them.” You shrugged your shoulders with a smile. “How about you, Bucky?”

Bucky hummed, wrapping a large hand around the body of the mug and pulled it up to his lips. 

“Yeah, not as far as you, though. Can’t wait to see my ma and sister. Miss ‘em to death.” He matched your grin. 

“Aw, how is she? Doing better now?” 

You recalled one day where Bucky came into the cafe, head hung low. You immediately poured him a cup and sat with him as he talked.

“She’s doing great now, thank God. Would’ve had to take off from school to stay with her if she didn’t, and she’s still so young. No one deserves to be bound to a hospital bed when they’re a kid.” He spoke brightly, glad he could say Rebecca was out of the hospital.

“That’s amazing, Buck! Glad to hear it.” You grinned even brighter than you had before, and Bucky couldn’t help but to stare at the sparkle in your eyes. 

You were a shy girl, and Bucky had initially first seen you in your sophomore art class. For you, it was a core requirement, but Bucky was taking courses aimlessly, trying to figure out what he wanted to do. He was at school on a football scholarship, and almost everyone knew him and his teammates. But as soon as he spotted you in that class, he knew he had to get to know you. It was hard at first, he’ll admit. You weren’t quite as responsive to him as he’d hoped, but over time when he would see you more often, he would make more conversation and you eventually warmed up to him.

You never knew what to do with Bucky. At first, you thought he was pranking you when he tried to talk to you. But over time, you let your guard down. You often fantasize about him and what it would be like to be with him. You fell for the side of him that was kind and caring, the soft side. Others saw the big, brawny football player, but that couldn’t be further from who he actually was. 

“You know, you should come to our party tonight.”

You scoffed at that. 

“And why, Bucky, would I do that?” Your tone was incredulous.

“Because, sweetheart, I want you to meet my friends?” The nickname made your heart flutter, beating wildly against your chest.

“I’ve already met Steve and Sam, and as far as I know, no one else is relevant.” You countered.

“I- Well, you’re right, but I want to have fun with you! I never see you outside of work or school.” Bucky’s eyes shone with pleading, basically begging you.

“I… Fine, maybe I’ll drop by after work…” You compromised, but Bucky’s smirk grew. 

“Yes! I’ll see ya at eight, doll, but I gotta head out and help set up.” He tapped the counter and stood up from his stool, flashing you one last smile before heading out the door, the bell ringing above it.

And fuck, you couldn’t wipe that damn smile off your face. 

-

Eight o’clock couldn’t roll around fast enough, and as soon you clocked out of work you practically ran to your apartment. Your roommates were out, so you picked out the best outfit you could put together in half an hour. 

The walk to Bucky’s fraternity house was jittery, your hands shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn’t just because of the frigid November air. 

It was exactly eight. Music was booming, you could literally feel it from the front porch. Not a minute late or early, and you were wondering why you were so nervous. Of course, it was because of Bucky, but also about the prospect of a party. You don’t go to many at all, and to go to a college party was more or less social suicide. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, let alone in front of Bucky.

You lifted your hand to knock and after a minute or so, the door pulled open. 

And that was definitely not Bucky. 

“You here for the party?” The guy said, a brunet just a bit taller than you, but you could tell he was older than you.

“Uh- yeah-” You barely got out before he pulled you in by the arm. 

“Great, uh, I don’t have too much time for formalities or anything, but drinks are there,” he said, pointing to the kitchen, “and if ya gotta yak, please, for the love of God, do it in a toilet.” He said, leaving you in the middle of the hallway with people stumbling around you, mumbling apologies as you bumped into countless people. 

You felt like looking for Bucky was hopeless, so you stayed by the drinks for a bit, seeing if he’d come by, and after a few minutes, he turned up.

But of course, not alone.

“Y/N! You made it, I was wondering if you bailed on me!” He was basically yelling over the music.

“Oh! Yeah, I made it, I guess.” You tightly smiled, giving a fake laugh.

“Where are my manners! This is Nat, ot Natasha. We’re in the same Human Sexuality course. ‘ve known her since freshman year, can always count on her.” Bucky announced, pulling the interest of the redhead that he walked in with. 

She extended her hand with a smile as you shook her hand.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Of course Bucky’s here with her. Fuck. Why did you think he would hang out with you tonight? 

“So, Y/N, what’s your major?” Natasha asked you, her soft voice pulling you out of your intrusive thoughts.

“I uh, I’m an English Lit major with a minor in Cognitive Psych.” You responded, wanting to be done with this conversation. Done with this whole party, actually, at this point. 

“Oh shit, that’s so cool! I’m just a boring Criminal Justice major,” she answered, taking a sip from her drink.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, looking at you in shock.

“Buck! Get this girl a drink! She’s just been standing here empty handed!” She slapped his arm, causing him to curse.

“Fuck, Y/N, let me get you something. Any preferences?” Bucky asked, already turning to the counter. 

“Uhm, not really, just no beer. Tastes like shit.” You huffed out a laugh, looking down at your hands until Bucky handed you a cup that was almost full.

“Vodka lemonade, doll, sweet enough where all you taste is the burn.” He smiled a wide smile that made you realize something. Bucky was drunk. 

“Thanks, Bucky.” You smiled and took a sip. He was right, it wasn’t strong at all, but by the time you looked up, Natasha was pulling him back to the dance floor, throwing her arms around his neck and swaying to the beat. His hands almost immediately found her hips, moving at the same pace.

Somewhere deep in your chest, you felt a pang. You knew that of course, you had no claim over Bucky. But you thought that after really getting to know him that there was something between you two.

But seeing his gaze never waver from Natasha, you guess you’d thought wrong. 

Setting your cup down on the counter, you felt a hand land on top of yours, and he spoke before you could.

“Hey, another rule I forgot to mention. Never leave your cup unattended. We try to keep a clean act here, but some assholes always slip through.” It was the same brunet from earlier.

“Oh… I was actually just about to go…” You mumbled.

“Leaving so early? You make me feel like a horrible host!” He yelled dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh God, you don’t even know me, do you?” He questioned.

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t.” You responded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Well, nice to meet you. I’m Tony, but I prefer ‘Greek God’ or ‘Ruler of the Universe,’ up to ya.” He smirked.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tony. I’m Y/N.” You shook his hand, looking around. You just wanted to go home at this point.

“So why do you look like someone just killed your cat, Y/N?” He asked, leaning back onto the counter.

“I just… don’t really think this is my scene, I guess.” You shrugged. It was the truth, this wasn’t where you wanted to be on a Friday night. But you came for Bucky, and right now he’s dancing with a gorgeous redhead on the dance floor, while you stand in the kitchen talking to a stranger. 

“I see… have you come to one of our parties before?” He asks, scanning the crowd.

“Uh, just a few with my old roommates, but not too many, but Bucky invited me…” Your words trailed off, spotting him in the crowd, head thrown back laughing at something Steve or Natasha had said. 

“Ah, I see. Bucky.” Tony smirked. “You like him, don’t you?” He questioned.

“What?” You paled, “No! He’s just a friend, we’ve had a few classes together, that’s all.” Your face turned beet red as you looked down at your feet. 

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t know you very well, but I can tell you’re not dumb. If you like him, tell him that. I almost waited too long to tell Pep, but now we’ve been together a whole year and I can’t imagine my life without her. What’s the worst that could happen?” Tony proclaimed, bounding away and pulling a strawberry blonde girl, who you’re assuming is ‘Pep.’

And although Tony’s word instilled an unusual wave of confidence in you, what you were met with when you turned your head towards Bucky made it disappear into thin air.

There he was, in all his long-haired, muscly glory, kissing Natasha. 

Oh.

Alright.

Your mind was blank, and before you knew it you were out of the house and running back to your apartment, ignoring your roommates calling you from the couch as you held back tears. 

Of course Bucky would never go for someone like you. 

-

Waking up and having to go to class on Monday was a feat on its own. But going to work?

Impossible.

You had been avoiding going on campus all weekend, although you had to go in for a studio hour. But all in all, you managed to avoid Bucky. Thank God you didn’t have to work on weekends. 

But alas, Monday came, and Monday meant work. 

And work meant Bucky.

You took your time clocking in and pulling on your apron in the back and as you emerged, you were met with tons of customers waiting in line.

No Bucky yet. 

Hm. 

An hour into your shift, you’re whirling around behind the counter, completing orders, when he walked in. Bucky quietly sat himself down at the countertop and waited for you to greet him with a mug of hot coffee and a smile.

All you could manage was a tight, rushed smile while placing the mug in front of him haphazardly. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed as you kept up your work, not even stopping to speak a word to him. He waited and waited, but you kept to yourself and served the countless students that walked into the cafe. 

Needless to say, Bucky was confused. 

“Hey, Y/N?” He finally piped up after almost two hours of watching you. 

“Oh, yeah, need something James?” You asked, focused on pouring the right amount of milk into a cup. 

James.

You never called him James.

“Uh, no. Just wanted to ask you if everything was alright?” Bucky inquired, hoping you’d give him something. 

“Yeah, just working.” You replied shortly. 

“Oh. Alright, doll.” Bucky took the hint, you thought. 

But he still sat there until you got off your shift, which is exactly what you did not want. 

While walking out of the cafe, you didn’t even look in Bucky’s direction. You walked right out, and by the time he saw you leaving he was sprinting out of his seat, but you had disappeared into the crowd of people walking about. 

The next day was more of the same. Bucky sitting and waiting, and you sneaking out to avoid him.

On Thursday night after work, you waited for the elevator in your apartment building, and just as the doors were about to close, a tall, burly blond slid his way in.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” He nodded down at you.

“Hi, Steve.” You muttered, looking down at your shoes.

“How ya been? Haven’t seen you around that much lately.” He asks.

“Oh, just busy with work and school, finals and stuff are coming up.” You answered, pursing your lips. 

“Yeah, Bucky’s been mentioning that he hasn’t spent time with you in a while. You should talk to him.” He looked at you. 

“Steve, are you here on behalf of Bucky?” You asked, anger raising inside you.

“Well, no, not really. My girlfriend Peggy lives on the 13th floor, so I gotta head out, but just… talk to him, Y/N? He misses you, I think.” Steve punctuates his sentence with the elevator doors sliding shut and leaving you with your thoughts.

-

Of course, you didn’t follow Steve’s advice. You didn’t know how to really act around him now, but you didn’t want to completely cut him off. 

So the following week had been a bit of the same, but Wednesday came, and that’s when it all blew up in your face. 

After work, you snuck out from the back, but the alleyway that was usually empty had one single person there, waiting for you.

“Hey doll, can we talk?” 

Fuck.

“Uh, yeah, sure what’s up?” You asked, standing a mere distance from him. 

“It’s just… why have you been avoiding me?” Bucky sounded unsure, like he was crazy.

“Bucky, I’ve just been busy, I’m sorry-” You started, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N, please. It’s been almost two weeks and you haven’t said more than five words to me. Did something happen? Did I upset you somehow?” He sounded desperate, like he was really trying. 

But all your mind could think of is him that night. His arms around Natasha, his lips attached to hers. 

And then it went to all of the moments you two shared. Hours of conversations, pet names, talking about everything under the sun.

“Bucky, I just… I don’t understand.”

“What, what don’t you understand, doll?” He was pleading with you here. 

“That party… why did you invite me?” You carefully asked.

Bucky looked confused now. “Because I wanted to hang out with you and have fun?”

You shuffled your feet against the gravel, scoffing at yourself.

“So why did you spend the whole night making out with Natasha?” You asked, pretty boldly if you would admit it to yourself. You were never one for confrontation, but Bucky had put you in a corner. 

“I… doll… I’m sorry, ya gotta believe, it was never my intention to make you feel unimportant,” Bucky’s eyes flashed with realization at what he’d done, “I was drunk out of my damn mind because Tony was pregaming and… I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bucky bowed his head in shame. 

“Just… was I all a game to you? Someone who was just there to comfort you when you needed it? Did I… ever mean anything more to you?” Your voice was meek.

“Y/N, please, look at me.” Bucky’s hand found your cheek, tilting your head up. “You are the sweetest, kindest, most intelligent person I’ve met in my entire life. There is no one else like you.” He spoke passionately. 

“Then… why can’t I be enough?” Tears pooled in your eyes. “Why can’t I be the one you hold when you dance?” Why can’t I be the one who gets the guy?

“You have to believe me, I was drunk, Y/N. I know that’s no excuse, but I’m so, so, so sorry. I was just afraid. You’re always so quiet, I never know how you’re feeling, so I just assumed you weren’t interested in me the way I was interested in you. I thought I was chasing a dead end.” He confessed.

By now, fat tears were running down your face, being gently wiped away by Bucky's large thumbs. 

“I just- I know I don’t talk much, but I always talk to you. It was so hard for me to open up to you and when I saw you with Natasha I just… I thought I had driven you away. I thought you’d found someone better because I wasn’t enough for you.”  You barely choked out the words.

“Sweetheart, you are more than enough for me. I come and sit with you at work for hours just to hear you talk. I just didn’t know how to tell you without freaking you out.”

By now, the both of you were crying, trying to understand how you got here.

“I’m sorry, Buck. You’re just so different. I never thought someone like you could like someone like me.” 

“Doll, please. I wouldn’t shut up about you to Steve, he was going insane.” Bucky cracked a smile, thumbing at your cheek still.

You giggled at that, sniffling. 

“Look at us. Two big idiots, huh?” You laughed.

“The biggest idiots. But I think I’ll be an even bigger idiot if i don't do this.” He  mumbled.

“Do what?”

Before the question could leave your lips, his mouth was on yours, capturing it in a sweet kiss that you didn’t even know you were longing for. 

After coming out of your daze, your eyes fluttered open when Bucky pulled away.

“What was that for?” You breathily asked, bringing your fingers up to your lips. 

“It was to show you how sorry I am. I wanna take you out and show you off, Y/N. I wanna make you my girl. Whaddaya say?” Bucky was smiling, but you could tell he was nervous.

“Sure, Buck. I’ll be your girl. But you gotta take me out for dinner first.” You smirked, clutching Bucky’s face in your hands. 

“I’ll take ya wherever ya wanna go, sweetheart. I’d take you to the moon if you wanted.” 

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 7>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 4685

I loved getting all the guys together with their soulmates in this chapter! There is so much to come from this group. I hope you enjoy! 

“Here I was thinking that we were about to have the most relaxing time, then she suddenly starts scolding me like I’m some kindergartener! Can you believe it?”

Jin’s voice is unmistakable, as is Kyung-soon’s laugh.

“Honestly, yeah. I can believe it.” Seohyun’s voice echoes down the hallway, and I pick up the pace as we go toward the open door.

Dr. Kim goes in before us, announcing our presence to everyone. Right, there’s still a bit more bonding to be done. I take a deep breath, Namjoon locking his jaw in concentration.

I have no idea where to look when I first enter the room, Namjoon leading the way. He looks a bit protective, and I almost snort at his behavior. I can feel the other bonds clicking into place, they don’t require physical contact to be triggered. I rest my other hand on Namjoon’s forearm for extra support which he readily gives me, leaning into my body.

Kyung-soon stands just in front of Jin, his hand resting on her shoulder. His ears are bright red, but he makes no move to change his position. The two of them make a striking pair, my jaw nearly drops to the floor at the sheer amount of beauty in the room.

Seohyun is who I see next, her blinding smile drawing in my attention. Namjoon gives her a polite smile back, his eyes drifting to where Yoongi stands at her side. Yoongi is clearly just as drawn in by her as everybody else is; he only gives me a small nod before turning all of his attention back to Seohyun.

Himari breaks from where she was leaning against Hoseok, leaping forward.

“Good news, I didn’t pass out!” She exclaims, causing laughter to fill the room. Hoseok follows after her, his heart smile making an appearance.

“She was pretty close though,” he tells me and then dodges Himari’s death glare. “You’re Bethany, right?” I nod, reminding myself that Hoseok is simply another human being. No need to freak out, right?

“She goes by Beth, though.” Namjoon pipes up, looking at me for confirmation. I squeeze his hand.

“Yeah, I do. It’s nice to meet you guys.” I say, and Yoongi comes out of his trance enough to mumble something under his breath that sounds like ‘nice to meet you too’. Seohyun glances at him, and his eyes quickly turn away from her to avoid being caught staring. She grins back at me, completely aware that she’s got him wrapped around her finger.

“Where’s everybody else?” Namjoon asks, reluctantly letting go of my hand as Himari pulls me in for a hug.

Another doctor who I just noticed answers his question. “They’re all still in recovery, Jungkook and Minsuh just completed their bonding. They’ll be brought out when sufficient time has passed.” The doctor rattles off the information like he’s reading from a book. “Is everybody feeling alright?”

I nod, glancing at Namjoon the same time he looks at me. He’s clearly more embarrassed in front of his fellow members, because his face goes red and he fidgets for a moment. Hoseok quickly wraps an arm around his shoulders, masking his embarrassment with a question.

“So, how did it go for you guys? According to Dr. Choi,” he nods to the doctor standing beside the door. “You two took the longest time.”

I huff out a sigh of defeat. “Oh, no. You guys are keeping times? Seohyun’s never going to let us hear the end of it if she wins.” Himari hums in agreement, and I notice Jin and Kyung-soon sharing a sweet look. It makes me happy, seeing her so happy. No doubt she’s already stolen his heart.

I look back at Namjoon who’s stumbling to explain why it took us so long, and wonder how long it will take for me to steal his heart. Heaven knows he’s had mine for the past three years.

Himari whispers in my ear. “Can you believe how smitten Yoongi looks right now?” I chuckle at the pair.

“I wonder what happened when they bonded.”

“They haven’t said much, but it sounds like it was pretty intense. They still feel the shock every time they touch. Seohyun about jumped out of her skin a second ago when his hand brushed up against hers.”

I chuckle again, looking at my friend in adoration. Himari has been my closest friend throughout this entire journey, but our friendship somehow feels more complete now. The look in her eyes returns the sentiment, her arm slipping around my shoulders like Hoseok did to Namjoon earlier.

“What are you two giggling about over there?” Kyung-soon raises her eyebrows at us. She somehow seems bolder with Jin by her side.

We shrug, looking every part the conspirators we are. “Nothing, just catching up.” I say, winking at her. I see Namjoon’s eyebrows go up at my wink, which wasn’t even directed at him. Hoseok bursts out into laughter.

“She didn’t even wink at you,” he says, only making Namjoon go more red and hide his face. I get second-hand embarrassment just watching him. Poor guy. Thankfully Dr. Choi cuts in, announcing that Aera and Jimin are on their way.

I drift back over to Namjoon, needing a bit more strength from him in preparation for meeting another soul brother. His eyes are closed, still fighting the red that has taken up permanent residence on his cheeks. I take a chance, gently wrapping my arms around his waist. I’m worried for a moment that he’ll feel too embarrassed to return my embrace, but he releases a shaky breath that goes straight to my heart and wraps his arms around my shoulders, resting his chin on my head.

I hear Seohyun cooing over us. “Aw, look at them.”

“Seohyun,” I warn. I can feel Namjoon’s laugh rumble through his chest, making me melt more into the embrace.

I turn so that I’m leaning against Namjoon, facing the door. A second later Aera peeks her head through the door, smiling as she sees us.

“Hello everybody,” she says cheerily. She steps in, Jimin trailing in behind her with their hands firmly connected. He has a goofy smile on his face.

“Somebody looks pleased with themselves,” Jin says. Jimin laughs in response, growing a little shy.

He shrugs, looking around at all the new arrivals and waving. “It’s a good day.” Aera practically glows at his side.

Seohyun comes forward, and I grin as Yoongi looks uncertain whether or not to follow her. He takes a step and then decides to simply wait for her to return. I can almost hear him inwardly reminding himself that he’s not a lost puppy, but a respected member of the music community.

“You look surprisingly calm,” Seohyun says. She hugs Aera, who returns the hug with one arm and keeps her other hand in Jimin’s. Jimin notices her decision, his eyes turning to crescent moons as he smiles even brighter. “Everything went well?”

Aera nods. “Everything went well. Quick, what was everybody’s time?”

Oh, this is definitely turning into some sort of competition. I groan, burying my face into Namjoon’s shoulder. Everybody laughs at my reaction.

“I’ll just say it,” Namjoon says from above me. “We were just over 6 minutes. I know, I know.”

“Ah-ha! I knew you were taking longer! Jungkookie wouldn’t believe me!” Jimin exclaims, pointing at us. I want to die from all of the attention.

“Knowing Namjoon he probably had to give a speech before bonding,” Yoongi adds from the back of the room. Now it’s Namjoon’s turn to groan, and I smile up at him. He holds my eye contact for a little longer than what would be deemed normal, and I decide to turn away before I get too lost in his eyes. We’ve already embarrassed ourselves enough today.

“Glad to see you’ve found your voice again, Yoongi,” Hoseok chimes in, causing the other boy to promptly close his mouth as Seohyun chuckles.

“Oh, what did Namjoon say to you, Beth?” Aera giggles at my discomfort as I remember Namjoon’s sweet words. ‘Can I just hug you?’

“Well first we had tea and then we discussed literature.” I fire back. “You two didn’t?”

Jimin and Aera exchange a glance, a lopsided grin forming on Jimin’s face. Neither one of them respond, which only makes me more curious.

“We took almost exactly 5 minutes,” Himari says, keeping the conversation flowing. “What about you guys?”

“4:32.”

Next Jin gives their time. “Ours was 5 as well.” His voice is quieter than before, clearly his mind is preoccupied with the beautiful girl in front of him. Kyung-soon pretends to not notice.

Seohyun glances back at Yoongi sheepishly. Now I really want to know what happened between them. “2:42, wasn’t it?” Yoongi nods, only able to hold her gaze for a moment before dropping it.

“Wait, why does everybody have exact times?” I ask. Dr. Choi glances at his clipboard, scanning for our names. “Does the time really matter that much?”

“Your exact time,” Dr. Choi says, “was 6:50. The time doesn’t hold that much significance, however it does tell us a bit more about the kind of bond you have.” He catches my worried look and rushes to reassure me. “Trust me, it doesn’t have a negative effect. There is just a different emphasis, if you will.”

I nod, trusting him and the other doctors to go over everything in more detail later on.

“Oh-ho!” Kyung-soon laughs out loud. “That’s nearly 7 minutes you guys! What book were you discussing, again?”

We continue the banter, drinking in the different dynamics of each pair. It fills me with excitement. That excitement only triples every time Namjoon adjusts his hold on me, getting as close as possible. It’s surprising, I’ve seen enough BTS content to know that Namjoon is definitely not the most touchy. I can see from the looks of the other members that they’re also surprised, but I bask in his touch for now. Maybe it just had to be with the right person. I know that’s how it usually is with me.

By the time Taehyung and Ichika make their appearance I’ve learned that Kyung-soon did indeed call Jin out for making her go first, Yoongi started working on some new music the second they got into the recovery room (Seohyun got to help him, which was a dream come true for her, although she denies the fact that she’s the inspiration for the music), and Himari and Hoseok were so excited to finally meet that they ended up having to sit down mid-bond because their legs were giving out.

Taehyung holds nothing back as he hugs Ichika from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. When the other boys ask him if he cried he nods. “I cried a little,” he admits. Ichika smiles down at her shoes, and he steals an adoring glance at her. The look makes me sigh, they’re so cute. They look like they were made for each other.

Well, I guess that they were.

“I may have cried, but I doubt I cried as much as Jungkook probably did.” Taehyung defends himself, and everybody chuckles. No doubt the maknae of the group was a mess if he was on the verge of hyperventilation earlier according to Mr. Bang.

“How long did you two take?” Namjoon asks, joining in on the competition. Maybe they took longer, if they were crying. One can hope, at least.

Ichika looks at Taehyung, confusion clear on their faces. “I’m not sure,” she mumbles. The two of them were so lost in the moment that they didn’t hear or ask for their time. “Is it important?”

Dr. Choi explains the times again before checking their time. “You two took...3 minutes and 38 seconds.”

I huff everybody whoops and hollers. “You two are definitely the slowest,” Himari teases. “Only one opportunity left. You’d better hope Jungkook was bawling his eyes out.”

Almost as though summoning them, Dr. Kim and the male doctor who’s name I have yet to learn enter the room, informing us that Jungkook and Minsuh are on their way.

It’s Jungkook who enters first, checking behind him as he waits for Minsuh. They’re careful to stay close, but not touch. Almost like Yoongi and Seohyun.

“Oh, our little Jungkookie finally made it!” Jimin exclaims from where he’s standing beside Taehyung. Jungkook ignores him, and I notice that his eyes are red and puffy.

Taehyung wanders over to him, his boxy smile on display which Ichika clearly appreciates. “Are you ok?” Jungkook falls into his embrace, and I notice Minsuh’s shaking hands as Ichika hugs her.

“We’re alright I think,” Jungkook says, eyeing us all sheepishly. “Are you ok still?” He questions Minsuh quietly, and she gives him a little nod.

Jin breaks the awkward tension. “Alright, what was your time?” Then, he looks over to Namjoon with a prideful smirk on his face. “Prepare to lose, Joon-ah.”

“Uhm, what was it again?” Jungkook asks Minsuh.

She ponders for a second, looking to the doctors. “What did you say it was? 2:39 or something?”

I can hear Seohyun’s intake of breath as the doctor confirms the time as 2:39...3 seconds faster than her and Yoongi.

“I can’t believe this!” Seohyun exclaims, her laugh joining the rest of us. “For once in my life, I was winning! How could you do this to me, Min?”

Yoongi looks like he desperately wants to reach out to her, but he doesn’t move. I remember what Himari said earlier about the two of them still feeling the shock of the bond each time they touched.

“Yeah, welcome to our lives,” Jimin speaks up. “He’s the golden maknae, what did you expect?”

Namjoon nudges me, and I turn to face him amidst the chaos in the room as everyone starts bickering over the importance of the times. “You know,” he begins, leaning down to whisper, “The way I see it, we’re the real winners here.”

“Oh really?” I raise my eyebrows at him, chuckling at how self-conscious he becomes as he ponders touching me and goes against it, settling for just being close.

“Yeah, of course. We got to enjoy our...bonding, everybody else’s was over too quick. Don’t you think?” He looks at me with a hint of a smile, even as his ears turn an impressive shade of red.

I grin up at him, a startled laugh leaving my lips. “You’re right!” I say, the words coming out a little louder than I intended. I glance around, but nobody besides Himari seems to have noticed; they’re all too busy teasing each other. Himari just shoots me a smile before returning her focus on Hoseok.

Dr. Kim, who appears to be running the show, speaks up. It’s a good thing, too. Jungkook looks like he might pass out if he gets teased much longer.

“Everyone, we’re going to give you something of a debriefing now. If you’ll follow me to the conference room just down the hall we’ll begin.” She turns on her heel and walks out the door. Jungkook and Minsuh are closest to the door, so they follow after her first. Like before, they’re careful to stay close but not touch. A glance behind me shows Yoongi and Seohyun doing the same thing.

Indeed, the only pair that are walking hand in hand down the hallway are Taehyung and Ichika.

Before we enter the conference room I notice a bodyguard at the end of the hallway, guarding what looks like a door to the stairs. Another stands before the elevator.

“Are they blocking every exit or something?” Seohyun wonders aloud.

“They’ve blocked off the floor for us today, so nobody wanders up here.” Yoongi gently explains.

Bang Si Hyuk greets us upon entering the conference room, a couple of other people that I recognize as BTS’s managers by his side. One of them is still in the process of signing a paper, and I recognize it as an NDA, similar to the one I signed 3 years ago.

“Hello hello,” Mr. Bang says, his eyes roving over us all as though checking for injuries. He turns to Dr. Kim. “Everything went well?”

She nods. “Yes, everybody is doing just fine. Are we all set in here? I’ve got a few things to go over with everybody.”

Mr. Bang gives us the ok to take our seat, and Namjoon leads me to the front. Before we can take our seat, however, Dr. Kim stops us.

“I think it might be best if we have the girls sit on this side and the boys take the opposite side of the table.” I notice her smirking at Taehyung, who has yet to relinquish his hold on Ichika. “It will help everybody to focus better if they’re given some...space.”

Namjoon is quick to slip into leader mode, taking the initiative and settling down in the seat opposite me. I shake off the feeling of disappointment, content to just be seated in the same room as him.

Himari takes her seat beside me, Hoseok making sure he’s across from her. They grin at each other like school children from across the table.

“All settled? Great. Let’s get started. First off, you all did wonderful. There were no major hiccups in the bonding process, and despite all your nerves, it’s paid off. So take a moment to breathe, the worst is over.”

Hoseok takes her advice literally, sighing loudly and collapsing against the back of his chair. Himari giggles at the action, rolling her eyes.

“Now, I know that you’ve all been comparing times.” Seohyun uses this opportunity to glare at Minsuh, who appears to have gained back some energy and sticks her tongue out at her. “We’ll take some time to explain what we can learn from this, however we will leave up to each pair to learn through their own experiences together how to best mold their relationships.” Everybody in the room blushes at the implication of Dr. Kim’s words.

Behind her, Dr. Choi takes up a marker and begins writing on the white board. I wish that I had my notebook on me right now. Or my phone, which I just realize I left in the recovery room.

4:00 or less: Eros, Ludus

5:00: Eros, Pragma

6:00 or more: Pragma, Eros, Ludus

I stare at the board in confusion, my mind whirring as I try to translate the unfamiliar words. I can tell that Himari and Ichika are trying to do the same thing. There’s only one that I think I recognize, but I may be wrong.

Namjoon speaks up, his brow furrowed and I can practically see the thoughts bouncing around his head.

“Aren’t these types of love?” He asks.

Dr. Kim looks at him appraisingly, and I shrug off the defensiveness that rises in me. “Yes, exactly. Do you know what each one means? In total there are eight, however these three are typically reserved for significant others.”

Namjoon looks across the table at me as though waiting for me to help him. I merely shrug.

“If you can translate them, maybe I could help. But we’re not going to be much help to you, sorry.” I gesture to the three of us foreigners, and everybody hums in acknowledgment.

“Oh,” Namjoon says sheepishly. “Right. I’m not sure I know what these translate to. Sorry.” He returns his attention to Dr. Kim. “I think that eros has something to do with more...romantic love, doesn’t it? The other two I’m unsure of.”

She nods, looking around the room for any other answers. She continues on when nobody offers up an answer.

“Eros does have to do with romantic love. Ludus is playful or flirtatious love, and pragma is enduring love.” My eyes drift back over to the white board. “First off, it’s important for you to know that each of you have and will have to develop all three of these types of love. However, the amount of time you took while bonding does say a lot about the kind of role each type will have in your lives.”

Yoongi speaks up, his eyes firmly on the board even as I’m sure he can feel Seohyun’s gaze. “So does this mean that for those of us who took less than 4 minutes, eros and...ludus will be more prominent?”

“In a way. If I may use you as an example?” Yoongi nods hesitantly, biting his lips nervously. I can see Seohyun fighting against the urge to coo over him. “You and Seohyun had a very intense bonding, which can be attributed to the prominence of eros there will be in your future.” Oh, now Yoongi’s definitely nervous. He looks like he might just take his chances and make a run for it. “However, it was quick. This tells us a couple of things. One, that you feel things on a deep emotional level, and can process those feelings quickly. Ludus on it’s own can reflect infidelity or not taking things seriously,” everybody stiffens at the mention of infidelity, “however when it’s paired with eros it can lead to a deep and meaningful relationship, without missing out on all the fun.”

I sneak a look at Seohyun down the table only to see her barely holding herself together. A gigantic smile is threatening to break through any second now.

“Typically we see that these kinds of couples need to set plenty of time aside to simply be together. So this goes for…” Dr. Kim looks off of Dr. Choi’s clipboard for a second. “Not just Yoongi and Seohyun, but also Taehyung and Ichika, and Jungkook and Minsuh.” Each couple straightens up, listening carefully. “The presence of ludus is an indicator that each couple needs to work on being open with each other. Some of you may be rather closed off,” the boys share a knowing look, “however you will need to work carefully to be open and enjoy your time together. Does that make sense?” A quick nod from around the room.

“I’m surprised jhope doesn’t have this...ludus thing,” Taehyung says. “Isn’t he playful?”

Dr. Choi jumps in. “Yes, and that brings us to the next category.” I feel like I’m on a gameshow. “Those right around the five minute mark are focused on eros and pragma. This isn’t to say that ludus isn’t a factor, however if you look at these couples it’s something that they may already have and don’t need to focus on so much. Instead, they need to focus on longevity. Working together and spending quality time are crucial here.”

I can almost feel the invisible trickle of sweat going down the back of my neck as everybody talks amongst themselves. What is our time supposed to mean then?

“Did you hear that Taehyungie? We’re already fun enough.” Jimin teases, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.

Dr. Kim is quick to correct him. “That’s not exactly what that means. It simply means that those who need to focus on a healthy balance between ludus and eros need to realize that they aren’t a burden to their significant other. You’ll each receive a packet with more information on the soulmate bond later today, we encourage you all to study it together with your partner and separately.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and I take the moment of silence to jump in with the next question. “So...what does this mean for us?” I gesture between Namjoon and I. “Do we just have to work on everything?”

Kyung-soon leans in front of Himari, gripping my hand in hers. “Yes, darling. Long story short, you two are a complete mess.”

I snort out a laugh, and I notice Jin’s look of pleased shock at his soulmate’s behavior. I already know that these two are going to wreak havoc together.

“Pragma is enduring love, which essentially means: practice, practice, practice.” My eyes grow wide. Will we struggle loving each other? I can’t imagine having an issue falling in love with the man across the table from me. Dr. Kim sees my look of fear. “Not to worry, these relationships tend to be very successful and fulfilling. Hence the prominence of the three types.” I ease back a bit, still not convinced.

Dr. Choi picks up where Dr. Kim left off. “I’m sure that during your bonding the two of you felt a myriad of emotions, correct? Some were positive, and maybe there were a few negative or sad ones as well.” Namjoon visibly winces across the table as he remembers the pang of sadness. I can still feel it like an electric shock, but with it comes the memory of Namjoon holding me tight, and the calming feeling after.

Everybody looks a little concerned as they stare at us, but I keep my eyes on Dr. Choi. Apparently they didn’t have the same experience.

“Do you remember, when you felt those...unhappy emotions, what was it that helped you through it?”

I’m not sure if it’s a rhetorical question or not, but Namjoon mumbles out an answer almost as though he’s thinking out loud. “Ah, Beth.”

Dr. Choi nods vigorously, apparently Namjoon is onto something. “Go on, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s head shoots up as he realizes with a start that he was indeed thinking out loud. “What? Oh, oh. Well,” he fidgets around in his seat uncomfortably, not daring to look up at me. I, on the other hand, can’t look away from him. “When I felt the sadness Beth must have realized it, and she...um...shejusthuggedmetighter and I felt better.”

My eyes go wide while the poor boy is nearly the same shade of a tomato, his eyes glued to his lap. “I did?”

Namjoon only nods, his eyes flicking up to mine and back down so quickly that I almost miss it.

“No, you did.” I say. “You did and then a second later I felt really calm and-and happy.” I mumble out the last part, Namjoon’s embarrassment transferring to me. I await the laughter of everybody else in the room, but it’s deathly quiet. I wonder if the boys have rarely seen Namjoon in such a state.

“You’re both right,” Dr. Choi interjects. “Which is what I’m trying to tell you: the two of you have to rely on each other. This kind of bond reflects the amazing love, support, and joy that the two of you can have, however you must rely on each other. And I know that’s scary,” Dr. Choi raises his hands up in innocence when both Namjoon and I turn to look at him. “You’re both independent people, perfectly capable of handling life on your own. However, just because you can doesn’t mean you should. So, like Dr. Kim said: practice. Pragma is all about working together. Think you can do it?”

He shoots the question at us, and I want to shout out a yes. Yes, of course we can. But my eyes drift back over to Namjoon, silently asking him the same question. Do you think we can do this?

Namjoon’s eyes are filled with a determination that I envy. I realize that I shouldn’t be surprised, this man can do anything he sets his mind to. So really, it’s not a question of if we can, but if we want to. If we want this.

If we want us.

And I do. Without speaking a single word, I try my best to relay that information over the table through the bond that if I focus hard enough I can still feel pulling us together. Namjoon looks into my eyes a moment longer, and I can see the moment it clicks. Message received. Now it’s up to him. I won’t stand in his way. Despite these 3 years of wanting, loneliness, and dream-filled days, I won’t stand in his way. But if he wants, I will stand beside him.

Namjoon gives a slight nod, and turns back to Dr. Choi. “Absolutely.”

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Okay so I'm making my way through your masterlist and I'm in love?? Like let's start off with Winter's Child- a masterpiece. You make Sansa a loving and relatable character and interweave the powers into cannon in a way that actually makes cannon make more sense (preconceived biases and such). Jon and Sansa's relationship is SO SWEET and they way they bonded was absolutely adorable (and the backstory with the houses and the powers they have make so much sense) 1/3

(2/3) Neon Rain literally the best Cyberpunk AU! I've ever read. Like what you did with the world building?? The stark class differences (haha see what I did there?), the choices in SOUND, and I could FEEL myself there! I love the family dynamics between the Starks and I'm loving the little details you're dropping with the Greyjoy's , Jon's parentage, and all of the medical procedures. Jon is dramatic af and I love it and Sansa is a bamf AS SHE SHOULD. Nothing but love for this

(3/3) A Past Worth Having has a special place in my heart. You build up this setting like a tapestry, just seeing more richness and depth the longer you look. I'm proud of Sansa for holding her composure, just FEELING in the angst that the older Starks feel at her return, and loving the relationships with Robin and the rest of the Starks + Jon Arryn. The detail that you're putting into the investigation/Oberyn is awe inspiring and I can't wait to see what you do next with the trial + Jonsa

Haha thank you so much!!! This is such a sweet ask to get! My response is under a cut, because this might get kind of long! (lots of my own meta below, bc i accidentally had a lot to say, haha)

With ‘Winter’s Child’ I’ve really enjoyed weaving in fantasy elements to the world because I like to look at stories and pick at loose threads until they unravel and asking ‘what if?’. I thought it would be a super interesting concept to take a character like Sansa, who in ASOIAF is exactly what she is supposed to be as a noblewoman of her class and conforms very well in that role, and put her in a position where she was essentially a societal outcast in a lot of ways! In WC, Sansa has a lot of similar coping mechanisms to ASOIAF Sansa, in that she sort of romanticizes society to avoid thinking about how absolutely awful it is. In ASOIAF, Sansa holds tight to the notion of knights and chivalry and courtly love to cope with the fact that she essentially has no control over her future and, as a woman, is basically property. In WC, I have her really struggling to make herself into that perfect lady and using that as a sort of shield to the fact that, without a gift, there isn’t anything she can do to improve her lot in life. Sansa has these ideas about becoming a perfect lady and hoping that being perfect in other areas will ‘make up’ for what society perceives as deficient about her, but is more jaded than ASOIAF Sansa due to her age and her earlier exposure to the ills of society. So you get a Sansa who gets along better with Arya and Jon as a result, in part because she’s had that exposure to what it’s like to be an outcast in society. I think that the best fantasy has a really strong emotional backdrop (a really great example is ‘Fruits Basket’ which starts by hooking you with this wacky, fun premise about people in a family turning into animals when hugged by a member of the opposite sex, and slowly builds into a point where you can see that the family ‘curse’ is a representation of generational and familial abuse- of bonds that should be broken, and of bonds that may kill us even as we cling to them- it’s extremely complex and rich and if you haven’t read or watched it, I can’t recommend it highly enough), and so while I really love writing about the fantasy aspects, and writing scenes where Sansa does really cool things with her ice powers, the core of the story is really about Sansa coming into her own, and learning that she was a person who was worth something even without any sort of gift. Sort of overcoming societal stigma and realizing your worth and forcing others to see it. It’s so much fun to write, but i’m stuck at the moment, because i need to reread the books, and my roommate is borrowing them right now haha!

God, APWH is like, indulging my inner world-building suspense-narrative loving writer persona. It’s literally my all time favorite trope- which is of someone growing up to find out that they’re a long-lost somebody or have family they never knew about- combined with a lot of research on trauma (which i’ve been doing for academic and other reasons for a while) and a lot of slowly growing psychological horror courtesy of Petyr Baelish (trust me, it’s going to get WAY more intense). There are so many pieces of media that I love, but I think that GRRM has so many characters and such a well fleshed out world that it’s very fun to dive into his worlds and create something there. Inherently, I love a slowly unraveling mystery and morally gray characters, and this is allowing me to indulge in both!!! World-building is my favorite, because i tend to be fairly detail oriented, and i’ve been laying bread crumbs in so many places throughout the story to hopefully build up to a decent conclusion! I know sort of how it ends, and I think people are going to absolutely lose their minds if I execute it correctly. We have a few chapters to go until we get to anything in the semblance of a trial- there’s some more emotional aspects that I think need to get addressed first, and so I’m so grateful that people are so supportive of being willing to wait for the Jonsa, because they really start spending a lot of time with each other during the trial and prior to the trial (i’m a big believer in bonding via long car rides and so there’s a lot of that!). I’m just so humbled and awed by the response to it- I never dreamed that people would enjoy the story this much- when I started it, I was writing a light-hearted family piece that wouldn’t be too long, and, uh, it kind of evolved from there. Clearly, I am not good at keeping things concise haha.

I left Neon Rain for last, because your comments on this one really made me smile! Of all of my stories, oddly enough, Neon Rain is actually the most deeply personal for me, and I’m just so flattered at your kind words! I spend a lot of my time thinking about the flaws inherent in our society, and without getting too detailed, Sansa’s experience with a family member struggling in the medical system is not unfamiliar to me. There’s a weight that comes with the realization that a system that is supposed to care for people is based on capitalistic ideals of profit maximization, and as someone who has experience working in the healthcare system- no matter how bad you think it is in the US, I can promise you it’s actually worse.

Neon Rain actually just started out as a series of mental images from listening to music that I had to get down on paper, and evolved from there. I actually really love the ‘soulmates’ and ‘class differences’ and ‘mastermind art thief’ tropes, but am incapable of writing fun stories without thinking about the reality of those tropes (see APWH for another extreme example of this haha), and so as I was writing and trying to capture this mental image, the rest of the world began unfolding around me. Jon is different because of a different upbringing here, and so is Sansa, and to see the formerly idealistic Sansa become so jaded by the time she meets her soulmate is just catnip for me. You have this interesting dynamic between them, because Jon wants nothing more than to have Sansa in his life, and give her everything she wants and needs, but where the old Sansa (who was arguably middle-class and somewhat naive, as financially secure teenagers understandably tend to be) would have swooned over that, the Sansa who meets Jon when the story begins is seeing the world and all the unfair and unequal systems in it. She can’t just live happily ever after with him right away- there’s a sense of guilt there, of sansa not feeling like she deserves nice things, and there’s also Sansa’s deep sense of compassion and kindness that won’t allow her to just live life as the well taken-care-of girlfriend of a wealthy man, because she isn’t able to just put on blinders and pretend that all the injustice in the world around her doesn’t exist, simply because it wouldn’t affect her that way anymore.

I think that the core to writing Sansa, for me, in any universe, is that she is a kind and compassionate person who is capable of feeling sympathy towards even the people who have done horrific things to her and her family- that emotional awareness and empathy is a harsh thing to have in a world like Neon Rain, and in our own world, honestly. I’m so glad that you appreciate Sansa’s BAMF-ness in the story- I think that her chapters demonstrate that she is capable of doing extraordinary things when she’s doing them for people she cares for, to be kind (The scene where Alayne helps Robin down from the eyrie is most indicative of this I think), and so in this world, I just love having Sansa be a complete badass out of necessity. Also, it’s fanfiction, and I really wanted to give Sansa a cool motorcyle, because no one else was gonna do it!!!

Also, my characters like to run away with me, and before I knew it, Rodrik Greyjoy had a huge adorable crush on Sansa in the story that I immensely enjoy writing. The Greyjoys are fun because they’re all absolutely insane, and i’m a total sucker for ‘gruff dangerous character is completely a sucker for the kind sunshine-y character’ trope.

God, this accidentally got really long??? I’m sorry- thank you so much for such a kind ask!!! I love hearing what people think of my stories, and this was so sweet :)

[dancethroughthethunder]

The Best Kind of Eternity

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k (I cannot shut up ever about anything)

Prompt: I’ll take whatever you give me

Summary:  You’ve had a terrible week so your best friends, Peter, Ned and MJ, have planned a night of yummy comfort food, face masks, and cheap wine to unwind. You’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, and unbeknownst to you, he feels the exact same way. Ned, and MJ are having fun watching the sweet disaster that is you and your Peterman. After a few glasses of wine and a long week, you’re ready to admit it. Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, and college!au all in one.

Author’s Note: It’s here!! My first fic in literally years and my first fic on this account! This is a college!au and everyone in this fic is of legal drinking age. There is mention of alcohol and feeling tipsy but nobody is explicitly drunk. I’m just really soft okay, please love my soft Peter.

Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname and Y/F/S = your favorite show

It had been a long week. No, scratch that, it had been the longest week that any human being in all of history had ever been subjected to. It was one of those weeks where you had every big test and assignment at once, where everything you did at your internship was wrong, where the food in the dining hall made you sick, and where you were both home sick and also so glad you were far from home as your loving mother nagged you about how much sleep you were (not) getting and the amount of vegetables your diet was likely missing.  

Needless to say, you were beyond ready for a relaxing weekend. All week you managed to keep yourself going by remembering that once Friday afternoon rolled around, life would get so much easier. You had a surprisingly free weekend for once, and an easy week coming up and you were ready for the much needed sleep, and time with your friends that your weekend would bring. You just needed to get through the awful eternity that was this week.

Sometime between the 5th and 20th stressed out text from you at work earlier in the week, your best friends decided that what you needed was a night to relax. Even when the four of you were just hanging out, you were usually the one to make the final decisions about where to hang, what to eat, and what to do, but not this time. With MJ bringing the wine, Ned bringing the snacks and Peter bringing your favorite stressed out comfort food for dinner, your friends were ready to listen to you complain just one last time about your boss, your professors, and the idiot in your one class you’d dubbed “Loud Dumb Boy” and then ply you with drinks, face masks, and yummy food. 

You’d never been more grateful for your friends than you were Friday morning when you received a text in your group message (named, to MJ’s chagrin (“What it’s just so lame”, she groaned when you’d suggested it), the Core Four): 

MJ: Alright Y/N/N, we’re having a junk food & wine night tonight. What: the greatest night of your life. When: 7, so you have time to take a nap after class. Where: Your room, Who: You, Me, and the Idiot Twins. Why: Because people suck and you deserve it. 

Ned: How: don’t worry Y/N/N! We’ve got all of the planning covered

MJ: I’m getting the wine, and the boys are getting the food. All you need to do is be in your room, awake and wearing pants at 7 

MJ: Or not wearing pants

MJ: it’s a free country 

MJ: somewhat

Peter: I can’t wait!!!

You let out a cross between a moan and a sigh at the thought of having a fun relaxing night that you didn’t even need to plan. And MJ made sure that you’d have time for a quick nap beforehand? Honestly, how do people make it through college without friends like these three? 

Checking to make sure that you weren’t missing anything up on the board, you pulled your phone back out to type your reply

You: Sounds heavenly.

You: Also, MJ if you want to see my ass all you have to do is ask (wink wink)

MJ: Y/N, did you really just say wink instead of using the emoji

Ned: I think it’s funny

MJ: Stop encouraging her 

You: At least Ned loves me 

MJ: since you can’t see me I just want you to know I’m flipping you off 

You: Fair enough 

Thankfully, not only did texting your friends help pass the time but your professor was feeling generous and let you out a few minutes early. Just one more test to go and you’d be back in your dorm ready for a nap. 

Five hours later and you had successfully taken your exam (thus concluding the week from hell), gone back to your dorm to clean up a little bit, taken care of a few emails, called home to talk to family and finally snuggled into your bed for your much needed and deserved nap. You rolled around in your bed wondering whether it was worth it to shut your eyes for the few extra minutes until your alarm went off, signaling you to get out of bed, put on pants and get ready for your friends to come over. The second your head hit your pillow again, you figured that if you didn’t get out of bed now, you’d still be there when MJ undoubtedly showed up earlier than she had said. 

You jumped down from your bed, and began digging through your drawers to find your comfiest pair of leggings (listen, you’re a firm believer that naps are meant to be a no pants zone- and really, who could judge you for that) and to grab your deodorant to freshen up before your friends get there. As soon as your shirt is back on, there’s a knock on your door accompanied by what you’re pretty sure is the sound of MJ attempting to get your attention and make sure you’re awake.

You cross the room to open the door and find that your assumption was correct; MJ stands there balancing a heavy bag that you’re pretty sure is full of wine in one hand, phone in the other ready to call you if you were still sleeping.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting forever” 

“You knocked like ten seconds ago, Michelle” You rolled your eyes, you loved your best friend but sometimes she could be impatient in a way that just really made you want to scream.

“Ten seconds, forever, who’s to say the difference. After all, time is a-”

“Construct” You finished for her.

“Exactly, you get it” MJ smiled as she bumped you with her hip.

Given that you didn’t have a roommate and had a double room to yourself, your room was the designated hangout spot. Without needing to say anything, MJ went ahead to put the wine in your fridge and started to make herself at home.

 “Y/N, I say this with all of the love in my heart…. Have you looked in a mirror since you woke up?” To her credit, MJ was managing not to burst out laughing as you took a few horrified steps over to your mirror. 

Uh oh, you had fallen asleep with your hair down and now looked like a cross between the Heat Miser and someone from Who-ville and somehow you thought your Christmas-inspired gremlinry was not the look you wanted to be sporting when Pete- uh your friends, yeah all of your friends, were over...

“Shit, MJ, the boys will be here in any second and I look like a gremlin” You ran back over to your dresser to grab some dry shampoo, a spray bottle of water, and a brush to try and contain the mess that was your hair.

 “Ah yes, because Ned cares so much about the state of your hair. Oh, what was that? It’s not Ned you’re worried about? Could it be an arachnid adjacent friend of ours?”

Without even turning around to look at her, you raised one hand to (lovingly) flip off your best friend. In any other friendship, you assumed it would be weird to be in love with your one best friend who had previously dated your other best friend, but MJ had declared an exception in girl code for you. It was no secret that MJ and Peter dated in high school, it was also no secret that it just didn’t work. There were no hard feelings, no big revelations, no massive fights or betrayals of trust, they just worked better as friends than they did as partners. You respected them both for making that decision before it got to a point where it might have been hostile, and while you knew there were no residual feelings you couldn’t help but be a little jealous of MJ sometime. You knew there was a reason it didn’t work out but at least she had the chance to try. Either way, you were pretty sure that there would be no chance for you if you looked like this when Peter knocked on your door. 

“You’re infuriating sometimes, I hope you know that” You finished your sentence with a groan as MJ smirked, reminding you that she definitely knew that.

“Get over here and I’ll braid your hair” MJ got onto one of your desk chairs and patted the spot between her legs, indicating that she wanted you to give her the hairbrush, sit down and let her work her magic since she knew you couldn’t put your hair in a good braid if your life depended on it.

Right as MJ tamed the wildest part of your hair, there was a knock at the door, without either of you getting up, both you and MJ yelled out that it was unlocked and in walked the other half of the Core Four.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ned smiled as he came into the room carrying a bag full of snacks, both sweet and savory that definitely had far more food than you could have ever eaten. (“What, I wanted her to have all of her favorite options” Ned would say later when MJ and Peter teased him about buying the entire store).

“Honey, we’re hoooome” Peter Parker, your best friend and quite possibly the love of your young life, was right behind Ned, winking and carrying boxes of what you hoped were pizza and garlic knots.

“Took you two long enough, I want food.” You jumped up from your spot on the floor to grab plates and napkins so you could start eating.

“She’s cranky but she’s got the right idea.” MJ laughed.

“Hey, I’m not cranky, I'm hungry.” You tried to whine and pout at MJ but couldn’t hold it through your laughter.

A little while later you had all eaten as much pizza and garlic knots as you possibly could and had drunk a couple glasses of wine each already. It was time for part two of the night to commence: face mask time. You walked over to your dresser where you kept your various skin care products to grab a few of the face masks you and MJ had bought last time you went to Target.

“Hey, Pete? Which do you want?” You held up the various face masks in question, to show him his options.

“I’ll take whatever you give me”. You were glad that you were already flushed from the couple of drinks because otherwise there would have been a tell tale blush in your cheeks that would have given you away.

Cmon Y/N get it together, he’s just talking about face masks. It was just one innocent sentence. You’d said far heavier and romantically laced things to him before, but for some reason as soon as he said this, your heart started hammering so loudly in your chest you were sure your neighbors would think there was construction happening nearby. Was it a sign of trust? Did he just not care that much about the variety of face masks you were offering? Or was it something more? Did he really mean whatever? Of course not, you’re reading into it. It had to be the alcohol kicking in, you couldn’t possibly be that head over heels and flustered. Right? Right.

“Y/N/N? You good over there?” You blinked and realized you had completely zoned out staring at Peter, while still awkwardly holding all of the face masks in your hands. Cool, way to be subtle Y/N.

“Wha? Oh! OH! Ha sorry, I must have completely zoned out there.” Must have completely zoned out there?! Could you have picked a lamer thing to say? At least come up with a good excuse next time, damn.

“Oh Y/N, can I have that one?” Ned excitedly popped his head into your line of vision to ask about the lavender de-stress face mask that you know he says makes him feel like the “king of treat yo self”. What you would do without Ned and his perfectly timed distractions, you never wanted to know.

“Oh yes, of course. As if I’d give you anything else”. You winked at Ned, and without missing a beat he brought a hand to his chest and pretended to swoon. 

“I’ll take that one thank you very much.” As MJ grabbed one of the face masks remaining in your hands, you made a decision for Peter and tossed one to him, keeping one for yourself as you went to find a headband to keep those annoying baby hairs out of your way when you had the mask on.

“Hey, Y/N/N?” You turned around to see Peter looking at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes on the planet.

“....yes P?”

“So you know how sometimes I miss spots with face masks?”

“Yes…”

“And you know how you’re so good at them”

“Who the hell isn’t good at face masks, you just smear stuff on your face it doesn’t take a degree to figure out” MJ snarkily whispered to Ned who was unsuccessfully biting back a laugh.

“I mean in the sense that I know how to put them on my face and avoid my eyebrows and everything, sure I’m a regular aficionado. Why what’s up?”

Peter looked at you hopefully, looked at the face mask you had just tossed him, and then right back at you. A big grin broke out on his face as he held it right back out to you

“Are you asking me to put your face mask on you?”

“Yes please you’re just so good at it and it always gets stuck to me and you always do it anyways and pleeeease” Once again Peter was giving you the eyes that you and MJ had dubbed the “Spidey Pout” with you both joking that it’s the best weapon against bad guys he could ever have.

Okay, so this one was on you. The first time you ever did face masks with the guys, Ned wasn’t too sure how he felt about the texture so you offered to help him put it on, and then helped Peter as well. Ever since, Peter has always made a point to have you help him put on his face mask. (Neither of you will ever admit it, but you both know he knows how to do it and avoid his eyebrows but you both relish in the pure affection and domesticity that comes with putting a face mask on someone else. Who knew smearing gooey mud on someone’s face was a whole love language in and of itself).

“Okay, fine, come here Parker.” You grabbed an extra hair tie and handed it to Peter who excitedly pulled back as much hair as he could into the tiniest, cutest, ponytail ever. You looked over at Ned, who was putting on his own face mask and smiled when you saw that he too had a tiny little ponytail to keep his hair out of the way.

You gestured for Peter to sit in front of you in your other desk chair as you sat at your desk and started opening the mask to put on him. You’d given Peter a peel-off mask, which you knew he liked because he didn’t have to go wash it off making it easier and because of the satisfying feeling that came with peeling it off. When it comes to putting a face mask on someone else, you relish in having an excuse to be so close and to have physical contact, after all you’re incredibly physically affectionate. When it’s Peter, it’s even better. He sometimes closes his eyes, giving you a chance to just admire him. You can watch the stress melt away as you gently spread the mask over his face, and you get to take in the beauty that is Peter Parker. When he doesn’t close his eyes, he just watches you. It should probably make you nervous, feeling watched so closely and so intensely but there’s something loving in his eyes that makes you feel seen. Sometimes you take your eyes off whatever part of his face you’re putting the mask on and the two of you just hold eye contact- not long, just a few seconds, but given all of the feelings you’re both holding back, it feels like an eternity. It’s the good kind of eternity, it’s falling asleep in the shade at the beach listening to the water and losing track of time; it’s rocking a baby to sleep in a dark room knowing that nothing else matters; it’s falling in love in a second and knowing that even if you don’t say it, somehow it’ll be okay. After all, despite the awkward moments and the way that you’re sure it’s unrequited, it’s been an absolute pleasure to fall in love with Peter Parker. 

You move your chair in between Peter’s legs so you have better access to his face, and try not to think about the way that MJ and Ned are undoubtedly making faces to each other about all of this. You misjudge the angle of your chair, just a bit as you go to sit, undoubtedly caused by the moscato coursing through you and you don’t even have time to catch yourself because someone’s already done it for you. You look down to see one of Peter’s hands on your hip, the hip hanging off the chair and, not for the first time in your life, you’re thankful for his spidey-reflexes.

“Woah there, you okay?” You sit into your seat as you nod in response to Peter and you try not to focus too much on how the hand that was on your hip as casually migrated to your thigh. You couldn’t know it but right now Peter is silently thanking whatever in the universe (your wine) that made you slip for giving him an excuse to touch you. It’s not sexual, he just likes physical affection as much as you do and he finds it’s even better when it’s you. Ned once told him that his love language is probably touch. Peter disagrees, he thinks his love language is whatever you’re doing. It’s like that tik tok trend with the sound of the Penguins from Madagascar or whatever that movie is, where in order to translate one penguin motions and only one other penguin understands it to translate. His love is already there, but no matter what it is he wants or thinks, you seem to be the only one who can translate and bring it to life. For example, he never knew how easy it is to memorize someone’s laugh. It helps that yours is just so you. He swears he could pick you out of a crowd, blindfolded, just by your laugh. But, you have no way of knowing any of this as your heart skips a beat when he absentmindedly rubs his thumb on your thigh.

You lean forward, and start to apply the mask to Peter’s face, giggling when he shudders at the initial coldness. Today is a closed eye day, it seems, and you don’t mind because you think that with his hand on your thigh still, you might not be able to handle intense eye contact without imploding.

“Y/N can I use a washcloth?” Ned’s face mask has already been on, and dried by the time you remember that there are in fact, two other people in your room.

“Yeah of course, dude.” You turn your head to indicate where you keep them, but see MJ already grabbing one for herself and tossing one to Ned.

“You know for someone worried about privacy and surveillance, you’re incredibly comfortable going through my things.” You flash MJ a smirk over your shoulder before going back to Peter’s face mask.

“Alright love, you’re done.” You stand up to go clean the residual mask goo off your hands as Peter stands up to check out your work in your mirror.

“Thanks, dear.” You feel a swell of pride every time Peter uses some pet name for you. You’re the type of person that calls everyone some kind of nickname or pet name, and throughout your friendship Peter has started to do it more and more but only ever with you. Well, maybe sarcastically with Ned too.

A little while later and you’ve finished with face masks, vented one last time about your week and have been playing some drinking games when Ned lets out a massive yawn.

“Ah I’m sorry guys, I’m just so tired all of a sudden.” Ned smiles sheepishly and glances toward your clock.

“Look at the time, wow. Thank you for coming over and helping me to unwind. It was a hell of a week and this was exactly what I needed. I know it’s late, you guys can totally stay for a bit or head out and go to sleep, promise I won’t be offended if you want to leave.” You smile sweetly at Ned, knowing that since you had such a bad week, his instinct is to stay until you kick him out, but also knowing that he’s so tired and you do honestly feel so much better.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna head out then. Do you wanna grab breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Make it closer to brunch, we all know I’m sleeping in.” You laugh as Ned stands up to leave. 

“Alright, I think I’m peacing out as well. Things to do, people to see.” MJ gets up and starts to follow Ned to the door.

“MJ, you know we see past your whole ‘cooler than you mystery girl’ thing, we’ve been friends for years.” Peter rolls his eyes, laughing. 

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that. You staying or coming with, Parker?” 

“I’m gonna stay for a bit, I think Y/N and I are going to watch an episode of Y/F/S” 

“Okay, good night!” 

“Night losers.” MJ and Ned walk out of your room, letting the door shut naturally behind them. 

“Okay, if you pour us another glass of wine and get the lights, I’ll queue up the show.” You pass Peter your wine glass and grab your laptop and a blanket, and sit back down on the pillows you put on the floor.

“M’lady.” Peter tips an imaginary fedora as he hands you both glasses, so he can sit down and get comfortable without worrying about spilling his wine. 

Peter settles in next to you and takes his wine while you start the show. After a few minutes, you start slowly leaning until your head finds Peter’s shoulder. He laughs, knowing how extra cuddly you get while drinking and is surprised it took you this long. He hears you mutter something that sounds like the word comfy, and is genuinely surprised when you pick up his arm and toss it over your shoulder. While it’s nothing new for the two of you to sit together normally, and cuddle after a long day or when drinking, this is definitely something new. Not that he’s complaining. 

Peter smiles down at you as he shifts a little in his seat, hand on your upper arm as he adjusts the arm behind you. Whether it’s the alcohol, his little comment from earlier, or the way things felt different when you put on his face mask, you aren’t sure what’s propelling you to be more forward than usual. Maybe you’re just sick of pretending you wouldn’t be his in a second, and the other things are just contributing to lessening your fears of rejection. 

You look up at Peter, and let out a soft “hi”.

“Hey there, you comfy?” You nod, suddenly unsure of how to communicate your feelings without sounding like an idiot, while simultaneously feeling incredibly warm, inside and out. Luckily for you, Peter decides for once in his life to pick up on someone’s signals and decides he’s going to go for it. 

“I, uh, meant it earlier, ya know?” 

You raise an eyebrow, confused, as you sit up straight so his arm is still around you (his hand is still tracing absentminded circles but it’s fallen to your waist now) but you’re able to see him better.

“When.. when I said I’ll take whatever you give me. I meant it. I’ll take it. Happily.”

There’s a moment, a brief moment, where you’re scared. You’re scared that somehow despite what he’s saying, this is all one big misunderstanding or that you’re reading too much into it. But, the moment passes and you look into your best friend’s eyes and see love and a distinct lack of judgment and you realize that there’s no way you’re not thinking the same thing. 

“Yeah? What if it’s my love, that I want to give.” You almost feel silly jumping right to the L word, but you’ve known for a while now that you love him, you capital L Love Peter Parker and suddenly you find yourself wondering how you’ve never brought yourself to tell him before. 

Peter smiles at you, and your dorky awkward best friend finds himself at a loss for words. You’re here, and you love him and he doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s never heard anything better. So, he just smiles and nods and hopes that you can see it in his eyes, that you can see everything he’s thinking but can’t say. He wishes he knew how to tell you it all. He wants to say “I love you, you’re my best girl, my favorite person. I love the way you put your hair up when you’re thinking. I love the way you always listen when someone is talking, and make sure that nobody has to trail off because nobody in a group. I love the way you sing in the car and hum when you’re cleaning and in a good mood. I want to hear your sleepy content sighs when you put your head on my shoulder after a couple of drinks for the rest of my life. Name it and I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

But, he doesn’t know how to say any of that. So instead he says “Are you offering it?”

“I don’t think I have to offer it, P, you already have it. It’s yours if you want it. I just.. Just need to hear you say it.” 

Peter sees you’re getting shy and knows he has to reassure you, he knows how important it is to you that he says it outright.

“I love you. I want it, I want you. Let me love you right. Please, Y/N/N, let me do this. You’re my best friend, be my girlfriend?” 

Peter starts to lean into you and you nod, giving him your silent consent not only to the kiss but to everything: his love, his time, giving it a go. 

It was the week from hell, but right now you’re sitting here kissing your best friend- your boyfriend, and he knows you love him and he loves you too. And as you kiss him, with his hands lightly on your waist (he needs to feel you, to know you’re real, to put as much love into your body as he can) and with yours cupping his face, you think that if you got to do this forever, it would really be the absolute best kind of eternity.

[mindingmyownbusiness]

Rescue (3/?)

Pairing - Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU Summary - You’ve always believed your soulmate was out there somewhere, Bucky not so much. What happens when he finally takes a leap of faith and reaches out to you? Warnings - some canon-typical violence in later chapters, the occasional curse word, but I promise to make up for it with loads of fluffiness Chapter Word Count - 1177 Notes - I’m hoping to post new chapters about once a week so wish me luck (and any encouragement you can offer is always welcome!). Inspired by Rescue by Lauren Daigle and by a lot of the concepts in Sense8.

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2

His POV

Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, Sam’s words swirling in his brain. After this morning Bucky didn’t know what to think but all day he’d felt as though something was tugging at him, a literal pull in his chest. He felt unsettled and now was practically desperate for answers. The internet wasn’t much help, soulmates were a polarizing subject. So many people didn’t seem to have one and were very vocal about denying that soulmates even existed while those who claimed to have a soulmate were just as insistent that they were very real. At this point Bucky was ready to try anything. If something came out of it that would be great, if not then he’d schedule an extra therapy appointment for himself this week and work out his nightmare issues there. 

“How do I do this anyway? Just ‘give consent’? It can’t be that easy…” He hung his head, laughing at himself.  “Great now I’m talking to myself.” Letting out a slow breath he looked around the room, his eye catching on a small candle that Wanda had given him when she was helping him through some meditation exercises. “Maybe I just need to focus, get rid of distractions, clear my mind and see if she’s really out there.” 

A few moments later, candle lit, lights dimmed, his fan creating a soothing white noise in the background, he sat cross-legged on his bed and stared into the flame. He took several slow, deep breaths, willing his body to relax and just be in the moment. As he watched the light flicker he pictured her face, her smile, he focused on the feelings he would get in his dreams, that warmth in his chest. He concentrated on the thought that she wanted to talk to him, she wanted the connection, she wanted… him. And then he simply listened.

Your POV

You hummed to yourself as you moved through your kitchen, fixing your favorite cozy drink of peppermint hot cocoa and keeping an eye on the brownies that were almost done baking. “I’m so glad I took the day off today. Yesterday was a literal nightmare and hey, who doesn’t need a mental health day every now and then?” You paused, the feelings from yesterday gathering like storm clouds in the distance. The brownie timer going off brought you back to the present and you moved swiftly to pull out the sweet treats before they baked too long. 

“Nope, nope, nooooope, not gonna dwell on yesterday! I feel bad enough that I doubted you at all, it’s really not fair to you, is it? I would hate for you to think I’d given up on us before there was an ‘us’… now that would be truly awful.” You set the pan to the side to cool, returning to your cocoa mission. “I just… is it weird to say that I miss you? I know we’ve never met, never even spoken but… gosh I miss you anyways.” You poured yourself a mug, adding a generous amount of mini marshmallows, and stood at your window looking out over the city. “I wonder where you are right now, how your day is going. Are you taking a mental health day too? Do you even have the kind of job where you need one?” You hummed as you blew across your cocoa and took a sip. “I wish I knew something about you, other than the fact that I already love you of course,” you smiled and laughed to yourself, sighing softly. “But you know what I really wish? That you were here, right now. That we could cuddle on my couch and catch up on stupid reality TV shows while we gorge ourselves on brownies and make ourselves sick on cocoa and marshmallows. Now that? That sounds like the best day ever…”

His POV

Quiet. Too quiet. Bucky was beginning to feel frustration creeping in. “Why isn’t this working?” he groaned. “And there I go talking to myself again. Maybe I’m losing my mind after all…” He laid back on his bed, abandoning the candle idea and staring at his ceiling instead. “She seems to want me to know she’s there, but… do I really want it too? Am I ready to really believe in this stuff?” He let those thoughts roll around in his head a bit. “Maybe Sam wasn’t kidding about the consent stuff, maybe… maybe we both have to want something to make it happen.” He sat straight up realizing that if he was serious about finding out the truth that he was going to have to take a leap of faith, true faith in his potential soulmate. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke into the darkness, “As hard as it is for me to believe that the universe thinks I deserve this, cause God knows I don’t think I do, I can’t deny these signs, these feelings anymore. If you are out there--- no, no I know you’re out there so please, I-I want to know you. I need to hear your voice. I know you’re there. Please... ”

Bucky’s words echoed around his empty room as every fiber of his body strained to listen. And then... there was something, something like… humming? But very faint and as if it was coming from under water. He held his breath, waiting patiently as the sounds grew... now someone was talking? Something about… a nightmare? His eyes flew open but all he saw was the candle and the darkness of his room. The voice was becoming clearer. Who are they talking to? He thought to himself.

“I know we’ve never met, never even spoken but… gosh I miss you anyways.” Is she… is she talking about me? To me...? Bucky shook his head as the voice suddenly became crystal clear. And not just that but he could hear her moving around, hear the clink of a spoon against a mug, the sound of an oven opening and closing, even the sounds of the traffic and the city outside of wherever she was. She sounded like she was right there, in his room, close enough to touch, her voice giving him that same warmth he’d felt countless times in his dreams. The realization floored him. This was her. His soulmate. Unbelievable...

“I wish I knew something about you, other than the fact that I already love you of course,” he could hear her laugh to herself and then sigh softly. “But you know what I really wish? That you were here, right now. That we could cuddle on my couch and catch up on stupid reality TV shows while we gorge ourselves on brownies and make ourselves sick on cocoa and marshmallows. Now that? That sounds like the best day ever…”

“It sure does, doll.” He couldn’t help himself, it just slipped out as naturally as if he’d said it to her a thousand times. But then he froze as he heard her gasp sharply followed by a crash and then, nothing.

Part 4

[kth1]

Again [MYG]

Again [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credits: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire AU ⟶ Warnings: use of vulgar language, adult content, mature themes, bloodplay, foreplay, creampie, biting, unprotected sex, yoongi is a hungry vampire, bed sex, etc ⟶ WC: 3.5k+ ⟶ Summary: History with a vampire, you think you’d be over it by now. Yoongi comes and goes as he pleases. But why does he keep coming back?  ⟶ Teaser: “He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet because he was so drugged on your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”” ⟶ Author’s note: Hi, hey, what’s up? It’s been awhile since I dabbled with writing but I’m glad I had creative juices flowing to help motivate me in making some BTS stuff. Many writers and editors have re-inspired me and I’m grateful to them. Also, nearing Halloween, I had to do something like write about a vampire. 😊

A shifting sound alerts you out of sleep. The room is dark, only being illuminated by random electronics throughout the area, like the blinking green light coming from the computer. A weight on your bed silently moved from the side towards the end. You heard a “pounce” sound come from the foot of the bed. In silence you listened to your cat scurry off out the room. It creaked the bedroom door as it exited the room and you listened to her pattering down the hall until the sound disappeared.

Lazily, you cracked open your eyes briefly to check the alarm clock on the stand beside the bed. Noting that it was close to 3:30 am. Inhaling in deep, you try to find composure to continue where you left off. Sleeping.

The standing fan facing your bed blew a soft breeze towards you. It was something you’re used to having, conditioned yourself. The sound of a mere fan helped you sleep at night. The soothing sound created just enough to give you low ambiance during the still nights. Complete silence had its own aura, that made you uneasy. Causing you to stay up listening to you own mind ponder useless nonsense.

You felt the temperature drop, a cooler breeze flowing through your room abruptly that wasn’t created through the single fan. Rolling over to face the wall that had your window, you noticed that it was left open allowing the cool night breeze flow in. Pushing past your navy curtains that shifted with the motion of the air. But you didn’t leave the window open?

As you leaned up in bed to head for the window a mysterious figure emerged into view, quickly making its way towards where you lie. In a blink of an eye you gasped, about to yell out when it leans down suddenly to cup a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh… Don’t scream. It’s me.”

With eyes still widened from the shock, you soon relaxed. After recognizing the deep voice that split through my room, you eased back. How long has it been since you last heard this voice? With a nod, giving them the acknowledgement that you won’t shout.

The figure sat themselves down on the side of the bed, indenting their body into the mattress. Releasing their hand off your mouth slowly. It’s not the first time this happened, but it’s something you never fully got used to.

“Yoongi?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

His features were lit up slightly from the moonlight piercing into your room. He had a puzzled look to his face, he looked utterly confused. But his features were still stunning as ever. Effortlessly, he looks unreal, skin clear and glowing, hair styled neatly, and his attire clean cut and alternative. No doubt he was beautiful, he is a vampire after all. And most vampires are generally born with an extra little ‘spice’ to them.

But you still worried why he looked so disoriented. Something seemed to be bothering him and for him to randomly show up in the middle of the night, especially after not seeing another for a few months, you didn’t know how to take the situation that was at hand.

He sat still, looking broad and staring into the abyss, locking himself in his own world. Hesitantly, you placed yours hand over his that propped him up on the bed. His skin was cool and smooth, it felt like you just hovered your palm over a marble slab.

Yoongi’s thumb brushed over your fingers, slightly taking a grip of your hand in return. Grabbing hold of it only seconds later and bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to place a small but sweet kiss. His touch reminded your of being touched by a snowflake that quickly melted by your own body heat. Yoongi lingered there for a few moments; you felt his cool breath exit his nose.

“I missed you, Y/n.”

You sighed. Not this again. There’s no way you could put yourself through this again. You’ve always been there for Yoongi ever since the two of you first met. Helping him in any way you could. But it’s difficult to keep up with him. He’s out of your league to put it nicely. Everything he needs is something you cannot match up to. It takes a toll on you each and every time.

You fully sat up in bed, retracting your hand slowly from his grasp. “Yoongi, we can’t do this,” you admitted. You were scared to put yourself through any more pain. Even though something in the back of your naive mind was yelling at you for saying those words out loud. Deep down you truly cared for Yoongi, truly wanted to be his and only his. But you weren’t enough.

He continued to stare off into the distance, listening carefully to your words. He looked calm though something felt off. That’s one inspiring thing you loved about Yoongi, no matter the situation he was able to give off a cool and relaxed exterior. But that also makes him scary at the same time.

“I need you.”

You blinked at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Yoongi snaked his hand back lacing it with your fingers once again, using his thumb to soothingly rub over it. “Please,” he spoke turning his head to look at me. From what you could make out it looked like he was struggling hard with his composure. His mannerisms felt off. It felt like there was something more to it than he was giving.

Leaning over with your free hand to reach for the light on the stand, Yoongi quickly snatched your wrist and held it still. “Keep it off.”

His sudden movement had you shocked, not as shocked when he broke into my room through the open window and nearly gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago, but shocked, nonetheless. Now you were beginning to feel totally concerned. He was hiding something from you! “Yoongi, what’s really going on with you?” You spoke, biting down on your lip.

Yoongi brought both of your hands to him, holding them close to his chest. He wasn’t one to really show much emotion, not because he didn’t have any, but more because it was difficult for him to express himself. You’re sure he constantly had conflicting thoughts in his mind endlessly.

“I just needed to see you again.” His voice deep, mumbled under his breath.

Yoongi kept his head down, clutching his hands to yours. Was this his way of  showing sincerity?

You leaned towards him, moving your hands up, cuffing his face. Forcing his head up you held his cold face in your warm palms. Easily you could make out more details in his features. Your thumbs brushed along his cheekbones, ones that stuck out more prominent than you remember. It’s still fairly dark around your two bodies and though it was difficult for you to see under his hooded eyes, he had deep dark bags formed. Making him look drawn out.

“Have you been feeding, Yoongi?” You spoke in a soft tone.

He attempted to turn his head away, though you held it still. Instead he averted his gaze and exhaled deeply. “I’m fine.”

“You look pale.” You addressed matter-a-factually. 

He half-heartedly chuckled, “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be paler than normal.”

You rolled your eyes at his bluntness. Yes, that was a given, being a vampire and all. “You know what I mean!”

Yoongi shifted himself more on the bed, kneeling towards you. Misery laced through his aura, he looked like he’s been through a tough time. Pain painted across his delicate face.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You asked, pushing his dark bangs away from his forehead with a hand.

Yoongi shook his head, in disapproval of what he’s about to say. What he’s trying to admit. “It’s not satisfying anymore... It’s not the same.”

Cocking your head to the side, like a puppy trying to understand the voice before them. “What?” Your body involuntary moved to the side, opening up space for Yoongi to lay besides you. Patting the newly opened spot, you offered him with a gentle smile. 

He obliged, kicking off his shoes without the exchange of words. Lifting the duvet up and over his thin body once he slid himself closer. Yoongi laid facing you with his precious head resting in the fluff of a pillow. Pieces of his hair flared out, his arm hung loose around your waist; giving you just enough space away but not enough to be completely out of reach.

Your body heat trapped under the covers helped add some temperature to his cooled body. You couldn’t stand the way he looked. Your heart ached seeing his pain. “Talk to me, I’m begging you.” You traced his bottom lip with your index finger, trying to get his lips to open up and move.

Yoongi’s eyes met yours, the set of deep brown orbs connecting back to your own pair. They swirled with hidden emotion. His breath hitched the moment the pad of your finger landed on his mouth. He gulped, “It doesn’t feel right, unless it’s you.”

Your heart beat raised slightly to the reaction of this news. Your mind trying to process what he’s openly saying. “Please don’t say silly things.” You retorted with a scoff.

Something was telling you not to believe him and fall for this. Your mind was only trying to protect your from being hurt once again. But your body… your body ached and longed for Yoongi’s touch. You knew you missed him too, but you were utterly afraid to admit it yourself.

“Since when have I ever lied to you, Y/n?”

You swallowed hard. He’s right. No matter the penalty he was very straight forward with everything. Never giving false hope. So why would he be doing that now? Unless…

He is telling the truth.

You laid there speechless, staring back into Yoongi’s gaze. Not having a single word, a single vowel, not a single sound release from your lips. Just your two bodies placed side by side in soundlessness.

“How long has it been?” You mustered up the courage to ask.

“Two months.”

“But- Why?”

Two months is too long. Yoongi - he was depriving himself. He was willingly starving himself. And for what? Because it’s not the same? What’s not the same? Nothing has changed. He’s vampire. Your human. It doesn’t work. The two of you clash. It’s a reoccurring cycle - it’s all the same.

His gripped tightened around your waist, latching your close into his body and deleting all empty space. Your hands found their place against his carved chest. Faces just inches away from another. He formed a soft smile while looking down to your parting lips.

“Because of you.”

In a smooth motion he leaned in, meeting his thin curved lips to your rosy ones. The sweet savory moment heated up your cheeks, blossoming a hue of red. His tongue eagerly reached forward asking for access to your mouth. It was tender, sensual, and you groaned for him to touch you again. Memories flooding back to your mind of the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that… All impressions of him.

You caved hard under his presence.

Yoongi had a hold on you, curling his free arm to lift your thigh up over him. You extended your hands up into his hair, running your digits through his neat dark beautiful locks, tousling it up during the heated exchange between us. Enough to leave you short of breath as he finally pulled away from the kiss.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He trailed kisses from your jawline down to your neck and touching base at your collar bones. Hitting that magical sensitive location that made you go wild. A faint moan escaped pass your lips, “Yoongi…”

He fluttered many gentle icy kisses all around. Tender. Intimate. Lingering. You arched your neck enough to give him more room to continue his actions, to continue making your feel the way you were experiencing once again. He guided his hand up and down your thigh, gaining friction between your skins. You couldn’t help but ease into his delightful touches, slip under the patterns he traced with his slim fingers. Pushing your body up against him as much as you could to feel his hardening member under all the fabric.

“It’s okay, you can.” You muttered.

Yoongi continued to sway your body, completely falling under his spell one more time. He dipped his hand down, pushing under the hem of your shorts and past your pants, gliding a single finger between your slick folds. His digit taunted your clit, that little bundle of nerves controlling your every move. You were a sitting duck under Yoongi’s movements, all nerve endings screaming for him to work his tricky fingers.

“I’ll make it feel good for you.” Yoongi reassured to you.

A puff of air left your mouth; gripping down onto his shoulders. He slides down another finger, copying exactly what he did with the first. Yoongi’s touch is entirely intoxicating. Pressing against that sensitive sweet spot then plunging them deep inside your entrance in one swift motion.

With that, Yoongi licked a firm line up your neck. His trail of saliva coating your supple skin, glistening in the dim light. He curled his fingers up into your core, sliding in fast using thanks to your self-lubrication that collected down there. The tips of his fingers prodded straight into your g-spot, stimulating you even more as his teeth sank into the crook of your neck. The sensation sending shivers all over your body.

You moaned out in pleasure. A wave of sparkly adrenaline raced throughout your veins, washing over with a radiating heat. He hasn’t done it like this before. Oh please, “don’t stop!”

Yoongi sipped down the stream of fresh blood that leaked into his mouth. The impending orgasm that crept up far too fast for your liking had you fluttering your eyes shut. Instantly you body jolted to him, walls clenching hard around his slender fingers, riding out the ripples pacing within you as steadily as ever.

There was no recognition of how clothes flew off of your bodies, but they were on one second and gone the next. Bodies fumbling together, contacting the hot and cold temperatures.

Before you could even register the moment, you felt something thick and hard push pass your entrance and velvety walls, stretching you out with every inch that sank in. Your vulnerable puckered cunt receiving the full length of Yoongi’s hardened cock. 

He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet from the drug of your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”

Not once has he told you anything but the harsh truth. He never spoke out a lie  and you appreciated everything about that. Not once ever deceived. Mislead. Or felt like he exaggerated from facts or reality. You loved him for this, so much.

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself pass the taste of iron that came with it. You wanted him, you craved him, you needed him again. Even if it hurt you. Just like this you’ll keep him.

Yoongi hovered over you; dick still submerged into your pussy. Tip entering and exiting you in long strides at a fast pace. Please don’t stop this. God, please don’t.

“Again.” You tossed your head to the side enjoying the pleasurable feeling.

“Okay.”

He locked his teeth back into the juncture of your neck, creating another puncture wound. But it didn’t feel like a wound to you. It felt like a love bit - a mark of his signed and packaged directly to me.

With the weight of him on top, Yoongi’s hips bucked sharp into you, jacking his cock back and forth. Skin slapping together filled the room, you held on tight with legs crossed around his tiny waist. Penetrating you perfectly into bliss.

Yoongi’s mouth moved down to my left breast, immediately contacting it with sloppy wet open-mouthed kisses. Raising a free hand to give attention to the right breast, stimulating and pinching the nipple making it harden within seconds.

“Y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” Yoongi admitted between kisses, botched of blood peppering your skin. 

Face flushed, “Again!” You whined rolling your hips up into him to match his pace.

He can’t get enough of you? You can’t get enough of him. You had wanted nothing more than to feel connected to Yoongi regardless on how different the two of you were. His fangs once again pierced your bare skin, just above the breast this time. How he’s doing this is beyond you, fucking you hard with his dick, sucking you weak. But you still felt more energy than ever.

Yoongi continued his pace, eventually fastening his thrusts and mouth messily moving across your exposed skin. Staining areas with blood as he continued to paint over my body. Unbothered by the look, it felt natural.

Your blood put Yoongi through a craze of his own that he could only experience. Your scent filling up the room for his own satisfaction. Yoongi repays you back with lustful strides of his cock, forcing himself deep against the crest of your cervix. Shifting your body up with every powerful thrust, rocking the bed beneath your molded bodies.

Inaudible voices traded to another. Grunts, moans, growls. You could feel your climax coil in your lower stomach, persisting to blow over again and wishing to wash your body with sporadic twitches and spasms.

Was it the loss of blood in your body making me lightheaded or was it from the wonderful pounding you were getting? Probably both, but you couldn’t imagine it being any other way. If this is the Yoongi you get, you’re going to keep him as long as possible.

“I can tell you’re close. You’re stiffening around me, why don’t you let it go?”

You shook your head stubbornly; refusing to confess him your thoughts. You couldn’t reveal something that would mean nothing to him in the morning. Yoongi furrowed his brows as if he knew exactly what going on in that little head of yours.

Yoongi lifted himself, bending his knees into the bed and positioned one of your legs over his shoulder - giving his cock easier access and angle into your womanhood. Lifting your bottom half up on his thighs and snapping his hips repeatedly into you at this new angle forced you to squeeze your eyes shut, rolling your head back with a gasp. Simultaneously your hands reached out for anything to hold onto, to anchor yourself down. 

He grunted at the sight of you, grinning wide with specks of blood on the corners of his mouth. You laid out in front of him at his own supervised mercy. A puppet and he- your puppeteer. This is what he couldn’t get enough of. What Yoongi missed. What he needed. This is what satisfied him. You laying beneath his control with joy plastered across your face has he’s balls deep into the warm wetness of your clenching pussy, tightening around his fully erect dick. 

But you were delaying the grand finale.

“O-oh god, Yoongi…” You shrieked as the head of his cock forced itself dead on your g-spot, numbing tingles shooting down your legs.

Yoongi wasn’t giving up. He was determined to flush you out completely and taste the rich flavor of your metallic blood. Addicted to the taste and smell of it all.

“You’re going to cum again whether you like it or not.” He hissed.

Forcing his thumb between your legs, he rubbed harsh circles on your clit. His thrusts jammed deep into you, forcing your release to hit you full force. Juices spilling around his cock, sending your body in a raging frenzy. 

He attacked his mouth to your raised thigh, burying his teeth, forming a deep gash and allowing a stream of blood run down the expanse of your leg. Yoongi lapped up the spilled liquid, at the same time using his lower back to roll his hips and chase his own sinful high. He clenched his teeth hard, bruising and mutilating the skin on your thigh once he released his full load into your cunt, earning a shriek of pain from you. Dick throbbing, your walls held onto him tightly, milking every last drop.

Yoongi tossed your legs to the side and collapsed face down into the mattress, panting heavily along with you. Your legs felt a tingly sensation all over besides the area that burned from the mouthful of flesh he dug into. His essence slowly oozing out of your cunt.

Again, your mind flooded with ‘am I good enough’. Did you satisfy Yoongi to make him stay with you or will this be a repetitive process and you will not see him again until he needed to get off? Why does your mind fill with doubt? With everything Yoongi just said, you still refused to believe it.

“Stop thinking.” Yoongi turned to face you.

“I-I can’t help it.” You choked, fresh tears collecting in your eyes.

Shifting so that his body connected to yours, Yoongi placed delicate kisses along your arm all the way up to your face. He latched his arm around your waist, rolling you to face him in return.

“I’m staying. I promise.”

The tears fell, you couldn’t control it. It’s like he read your mind, your body, and soul. Yoongi shushed you with a soft peck to your cheek, and one last one to your lips. 

Yoongi never lied to you. 

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[zakkura]

Pairing: Cloud x Zack, slight Aerith x Tifa. Warnings: None. Extra: Hybrid AU. EDIT: I forgot to add that I gathered inspiration by the many beautiful gifsets of ZackSoldiers, so please go and follow them!

ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾

Aerith couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.

Placing her basket of flowers on the kitchen counter; she put her hands on her hips as she watched her daft overgrown German Shepard hybrid wiggle his backside as he stared out of the window with noises of glee leaving his lips.

“I take it that pretty blonde is out for his afternoon stroll again?” she asked and Zack jumped slightly as he had clearly been far too into his own world.

“I didn’t think I’d be attracted to a Spaniel,” Zack grinned widely causing his owner to simply roll her eyes with a playful smile.

Aerith approached him with her hand held out, fingers delicately stroking his fluffy black ears which, in turn, made the hybrid push into her touch.

A loving gesture that Aerith had learned meant he had missed her whilst she was out trying to sell her bouquets.

“I don’t know why you haven’t invited him over yet,” Aerith snorted at the small blush on Zack’s tanned skin, “I thought you and Cloud were friends of some sort?”

“Well...I think he thinks that I’m stupid,” he cringed inwardly as their one of two interactions flashed in his mind, “I might have pretended to know about the book I saw him reading...I um...I just spoke utter crap,” he let out a pained whimper and hid his face in her shoulder.

“Aw Zacky,” Aerith cooed and held him tight, her cheek against the top of his head, “everyone behaves like a fool in front of the person they like; it’s natural,” she pulled back and blew a playful raspberry against his cheek.

“I tell you what,” she pulled Zack over to the couch to get a little more comfy, “I will go and invite his owner, Tifa, over and say to bring Cloud with her as a sort of friendly get together,” she giggled, “what do you think about that?” she let out a yell of surprise when Zack threw himself on her and cuddled her with such strength that she was certain her ribs were about to break.

“I love you!” he howled; tail thumping on the couch.

 ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾  ᵔᴥᵔ  🐾

Aerith was tempted to film what she was seeing right now.

She had never seen Zack so nervous before; so nervous that he was pulling at the hairs on the tip of his tail.

When the Hybrid’s head shot up suddenly, she knew that he could tell Cloud was at the door and she bit back a laugh as she gestured for him to open the door.

Zack nodded, determined but jittery and pulled the door open so quickly that he was nearly punched in the face by Tifa who had her hand up in the motion to knock on the door.

“Hello!” Tifa chuckled and Zack offered the top of his head to pat, which she did and almost squealed at how soft his ears were, “you must be Zack,” Zack nodded with a small smile as Aerith held his hand to try and make him less nervous.

But that quickly fell apart when he spotted the other canine standing behind Tifa, his hands covered by the sleeves of his plain black jumper that was deliciously stretched over his chest; enough that Zack could see how in shape he was.

He quickly tried to catch his own tail as it started wagging faster, his ears twitching with interest.

“This is Cloud, but I think you might know that already,” Tifa threw a wink his way, moving over to Aerith who greeted her with a tight cuddle and a kiss to the cheek.

“Hi,” 

Zack’s heart thumped hard against his chest at the sound of Cloud’s voice.

It was a lot softer than he remembered but he gathered that was because he was most probably anxious going by how the blonde was biting into his bottom lip, skin looking sore and picked at.

“Hey!” Zack barked and moved without thinking; grabbing both of Cloud’s hands and shaking them happily whilst Cloud just stared at him with wide blue-green eyes.

“Zack, calm down,” Aerith pressed gently.

It took Zack a moment to realise how forward he was being and he jumped backwards.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he murmured feeling silly as he flushed a deep red.

He had never ever been the type of person to blush and get nervous in front of people so everything that was currently happening was like trying to speak for the first time.

When everybody had settled, Aerith and Tifa in the kitchen and the Hybrids in the front room, Zack was starting to become more comfortable with the more Cloud started to open up to him.

He couldn’t get over how handsome the other man was, how sweet it was whenever he moved his head and his long blonde ears swayed with him, how whenever he spoke about learning to ride a motorcycle his entire face lit up and his eyes seemed to sparkle with enthusiasm.

Oh he was in trouble.

Even more so when both of their tails settled down on the couch they were sharing and just so happened to land on top of one another making both of them blush.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” Cloud laughed quietly as he peered at the older man through his bangs, he went to tuck his tail back around the other side of him but was quickly stopped by Zack grabbing his wrist gently.

“I’m fine with it,” he nodded to reassure him, “if you are, I mean...” he let out a small whimper as he struggled to form sentences together without stuttering.

“I’m fine,” Cloud responded with a brilliant smile that nearly knocked Zack sideways, “your tail is so soft and poofy,” he giggled and paused as he wited for Zack to signal it was okay for him to touch his tail.

It was quickly granted and Cloud practically dived to touch it making shivers ripple up and down Zack’s spine.

“This is a little easier to talk about, huh?” the teasing tone confused Zack for a second as his brain wasn’t working correctly under the touch of the person of his affections, “tails are easier to talk about than,” Cloud paused and met Zack’s similarly coloured eyes, “books for example,”

“Are you implying something?” Zack quizzed playfully once his head cleared, though he was now hypnotised by the way Cloud’s slender fingers sifted through the soft black hairs of his tail.

“Oh not at all,” Cloud then lifted his own tail and gestured for Zack to touch.

Hybrids did often offer their tails to people they would like to be friends or partners with, usually only other Hybrids but on the rare chance, Humans have been blessed with the offering.

Zack couldn’t help but wag his own tail as he gently slipped Cloud’s through his thicker fingers, watching as the blonde fur brushed over his tanned skin.

“Your fur is so long on your tail, doesn’t it get annoying?” he asked innocently.

“No, I think of my tail as my own personal flag,” he wiggled his tail to show his point, “do you like it?” his voice was a lot shyer than before and Zack’s heart clenched tightly as he moved closer to the blonde.

“Yes,” he whispered with a pause in his movements; debating on whether or not he should go through the one thing he really wanted to do, “I like it a lot,” he then nuzzled his head against Cloud’s.

The noise that left Cloud’s lips was something Zack was storing in his memory forever.

A mixture of a whine and gasp at the sudden affection.

Both Hybrid’s ears moved t the sound of laughter from the kitchen but their eyes never left one another, the atmosphere changing into something much more intimate.

“I watched you the other day,” Cloud whispered, swallowing loudly making Zack’s eyes follow his Adam's apple before returning back to his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Cloud blushed darkly as he nodded.

“You were working fixing the window frame on the outside of the house?”

Zack nodded watching Cloud’s lashes brush against his skin.

“Tifa wanted me to go over and offer to hold the ladder for you,” he laughed as his hand found it’s way to Zack’s ear making the German Shepard sigh and push into his touch as Cloud’s thumb gently rubbed the bottom of his ear.

“Why didn’t you?”

Cloud looked down again as his own ears moved to the back of his head.

“I had a better view from my window,” he admitted and Zack nearly groaned at the way their eyes met with heat behind them.

“Did you now?”

Cloud nodded with a whine before taking Zack by surprise and pulling him into a kiss, his smaller hands now tangled in Zack’s hair, his lips parting in relief when Zack actually responded to the kiss.

The blonde was shaking so much because of his own actions and Zack couldn’t find it anything but endearing as he helped the Spaniel onto his lap.

Cloud tasted of coffee and mints and Zack was living for it, fingers grasping Cloud’s waist tightly but not enough to hurt him.

Zack smiled when he felt the soft material of Cloud’s jumper on his cheeks, gentle fingers stroking him before they moved away from each other.

There was no need to exchange any words as both of them moved their faces into the other’s neck, scenting to show their dedication to each other.

“Well, well, well,”

Cloud shrieked as he was nearly thrown off off Zack’s lap from how quickly he stood up in shock at the sound of Aerith’s voice.

“Told you it wouldn’t take long for them,” Tifa nudged her friend with a grin making the flower girl laugh.

“What?” Zack asked with a frown but apparently the two women didn’t even hear him.

“I’m just glad they were only scenting and not mating,” Aerith replied making even more glorious laughter to come from them as they walked away from the baffled and disheveled Hybrid’s.

“Did they set us up on a play-date?!” 

[floosies]

lovely: The Birth of Adelasia

pairing: possessed!oc x mcu!au x romantic!bucky barnes

summary: the near death experience of the young witch proved necessary for her growth and his understanding. This is not the aftermath, this is the beginning.

warnings: cursing, past violence, smut, horror themes (sometimes), mentions of depression

Please read with discretion. 18+ content.

A/N: The first nine chapters are the backstory to who she was. These are last nine will focus on the beginning of her new life as her true self. Again I was inspired by billie eilish’s song lovely. if someone you know is dealing with mental health issues please turn to these hotlines.

Tags: @indecisivedolly​

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Part 10: Change Your Mind

Their gazes met, he walked closer to her. Steve was quicker though. She felt Steve’s embrace fairly quickly, “I’m glad you’re doing okay. I shouldn’t have sent you into that mission, you weren’t ready-” “Steve, I am well. Please could you not crush me in your grasp.” She huffed out as he pulled away apologizing. His mind was racing, but a recurring thought he had was that of failure, of course. She was his little experiment, “you need to relax yourself. You did not fail, other factors were at play. Please calm yourself man.” He looked embarrassed and now she was just annoyed.

Bucky could make out some of what she had told his friend, and she was clearly upset. Before he could move from his stance she had left the room in a state of annoyance and anger. “Nice going pal, you pissed her off.” Steve turned to look at the other blue eyed man, “she must’ve read my mind. Fuck, she probably hates me.” His voice filled with regret at his train of thought.

It was better to let this blow over. What good would come of speaking to her when she was upset? He decided to head for his room instead. The mission had been physically exhausting and a long shower seemed like the thing he needed most now. Water went from warm cascades to hot rain like hail pelts, but he enjoyed the dull ache that came from his sore muscles as it ran down. Remembering it was his personal shower, he carefully sat himself on the black marble tiles of the shower.

Most would consider the scene odd, and perhaps unhygienic, he couldn’t care less. His mind was a jumble, playing memories of the mission, the things he had to do the following week. All the small things that made life seem normal, and then in a moment of mental silence his brain went to the dreams. The sweet ones and the final awful scene at the beach. At this point he changed the water temperature to cold, allowing himself to remember it was only in his head. Perhaps she could explain them to him, and why he was seeing them.

Wanting not to waste any more time, he finished his shower and got dressed. He was hoping she was in a better mood. In her room, she too had chosen to bathe as a way to release stress, she also found it a good time to talk to Tenebrae, “the nerve of him. Instead of carrying about how I feel, he only thinks of the reprimand he would have gotten,” the entity could feel the energy her anger produced, “he is a dorbel truly. All he sees are all the tiny details of his own mistakes. Don’t pay him attention, after all your friends are glad for your living. Perhaps his kindness should not be treated as friendship my dear,” its words echoed in her mind. FRIDAY however disrupted the thinking process.

He was finally going to speak to her. There was no denial of surprise at the sight of a garden that extended the room for miles it seemed, but there was a bed near the entrance, “you redecorated. It’s.....different.” Suddenly a comfortable looking arm chair and tea appeared, “yes I did. Please have a seat,” she pointed to the chair. As he studied her face he noticed her new eye color, how much she had subdued herself. She was reading his mind, a blush rose to her cheeks at how he was thinking of her.

“Well I’ll just answer all the questions on your mind right now.” This lead to him drinking two mugs of tea and some frosted cookies that she made appear. His expressions were calm but also very lively as he understood what happened. “how could you believe that no one cared about you? Wanda practically adores you.” She gave him a sad smile, “yes I suppose. However, Steve proved what I thought the others saw me as. Just a tool in a larger game that I only chose to participate in as a means to prove myself worthy of some type of kindness.” 

Adelasia was still reading his mind, and now she saw the dreams. She knew what would come and somehow she felt like all made sense. He put down the mug on the small table, “Steve felt like an asshole for that. I know coming from me you won’t believe this, but your life isn’t worthless. Yes you’ve spent it alone in the beginning, but there’s purpose in all of us I suppose.” She looked at him with a curious stare, “you sound just like my doctor.” He shrugged, “I umm...actually came here because-” “you had dreams.” She read his mind, “please don’t read my mind.” She knew he hated it, “but it involved me. Those were my memories.” Of course she was right, “who was the girl on the beach? At night?” Her heart began to race at the memory, she was a young witch, far too young honestly. She was part of the past, a memory more than someone who she knew well.

The child witch had discovered her powers in her earliest years. She was removed from her family by a coven. It was only her second ceremony, but that does not matter to the powers, to the entities. While she tried to complete a simple incantation something went amiss and she fell with a great thud. Paleness overtook her body, she was only there as a witness. The others watched not willing to touch the body, a passion of emotion rose in her and as a parting gift she took the girl’s body to the nearby shore and quietly murmured incantations for a safe passage into the afterlife. However, the tears came as she looked the feeble girl who could not surpass the strength of what was in her. Even though it was forbidden to intervene in the ceremonial acts, a part of her wished she had. Her body was burned later that night and her ashes along with her memory were thrown into the dark sea while the moon full and bright loomed over.

He could feel the tears prickling on his cheeks. She was no monster really, but then again neither was he. She was just a pained person and he was the asshole who doubted her. “Why are these dreams given to me?” Her hands went to wipe her tears away, “I- I’m not sure, I have a theory, but it could be wrong. Don’t think too much of this right now. If it continues, come back to me and we’ll figure things out.” He nodded and left the room not long after that. Later that night Steve had come to his room saying he explained himself to her and that things seemed alright now. She forgave people too easily, or at least for his liking.

Nightmares are the worst kinds of dreams to control. They hold more than just memories, they hold pains that were never attended to. However she knew very well whose nightmares these were. She could see the seat that convened his torture device where they hurt him. There was no saving him, not then and not now. She woke up in a cold sweat and with a fear in her heart. Quickly she asked FRIDAY how to get to his room. When she walked in his hands were in fists and his screams sounded so pained. Carefully she woke him with her powers, his fears still fresh in his mind led him to awake with a gasp. In a feverish frenzy he looked around for who had woken him up. Her eyes calmed him, “you were there.” His voice was no louder than a whisper, she sighed taking him in a light grasp so as to help calm him while she began realizing the truth of the situation, “I was. Now I feel my theory is true.”

[swampgallows]

i got distracted earlier and forgot to post but im thankful for my mutuals who have helped me time and again, even if it’s in ways you may not know. i appreciate you all so much and i am so grateful for the friends i’ve made here and the small but intimate community cultivated through tumblr. 

zbfc and wch, thank you for everything. @zeyan i love you with all my heart and i’m so fucking thankful i could have funny airbnb time with you and @aeiroki grimlock hunterpunter. you make me laugh every single day and i always want the best for you both (and jack!!! and PARKER!!!)

@lokaror thank you for letting me share my love of rexxar and bears with you. we’ve shared a lot of fantastic laughs together, some very fun stuff and some very deep shit too. i treasure every one of our convos together, and your playlists too!

@reglei thankful i finally got to beat you into submission at blizzcon. youre a sweetheart and a sleepyhead. thanks for listening to me ramble late into the night. i appreciate all the times youve had my back, whether it was creepy dudes or spoilers or w/e. you shoulda killed me w gorehowl when you had the chance

I LOVE @amarysue i miss you when you work long hours but i’m always so happy when we get to play games together. i hope you can leave the mcdonalds playplace soon. also i dont get to say it much but i love talking about academic stuff with you. i know i rib you about dark leafy greens but you are very educated in a lot of amazing fields and i love when you share your knowledge with me!!! i love amary!!!!

@theabsolutevoid i know youre the void but youre a golden human being of radiant light. you are so spectacular, we are all always in amazement of your passion and creativity and constant flow of ideas, and your compassion seems boundless. i am so grateful to know such a special person and spent many late nights laughing to tears with you

@perce the dynamic duo... im thankful daygo got me into ladybug so i could hear all of your amazing takes on it as they are equally as hilarious as your wow takes. i admire your resilience, though that might be weird to say, and though i know i’m an old crone youre definitely a role model for me taking command of my own life and establishing boundaries to become the person i want to be. i’m so grateful we got to spend blizzcon together again!! and thank you for getting me the long-forgotten hippogryph. its a very important memory to me.

refugees i know i dont pop in much but i still love you all dearly. im embarrassed actually because you are all functional adults and i’m not but when i get a job and reenter society i want to be able to come back and say i’m a big kid now

thrainosh squad @irenthel @wckhamm etc thank you for letting me indulge my interests without ridicule or judgment. @fitzefitcher i dunno you changed my life SORRY there is not a less fucked up way to say that. no pressure

@sithisis & crew thank you for so many incredible hots games and wonderful memories and all of your sweetness and fun times!!! sith you have inspired and supported so much of my writing and my ideas and i am in awe that you are getting so many amazing opportunities working in games journalism!!! i know theres a lot of grunt work but at the end of the day it seems like youre really doing something you genuinely love (and are good at!!) and i’m so happy for you. you work hard and you deserve it. im love skitty w a gun 

@steblynkaagain your art is such an inspiration to me, and i’m amazed by your cosplay too! i’m thankful that even across language barriers we can enjoy thraina and silly modern AUs together. i am so impressed by your intelligence and achievements. your comic where you pledge yourself to Thrall’s Horde is still so important to me, and every day i think about your mechanic garrosh..... and doctor drek’thar, and doctor thrall, and SHAMAN GARROSH....... (sob)

@captainkaprozyx and @sdei ... i am so thankful for all of your artwork and your amazing gifts. i am working on getting them framed, and your zine was amazing! you are a great team and I love your collaborations. also sdei’s birthday gift is still my discord icon. we just really love a big guy huh....... cannot express how inspiring your artwork is. the detail, the colors... it brings me to tears, i am so stunned. you are both so incredibly talented!

@omnifariousness bro i dont even know where to start. many good dog times and we can strike up the late night jawin again soon i hope. shit has been scattered and i know youve been dippin back n forth on the road but i hope the shit evens out soon for you. excited for you to see tool in feb and damn dude every DAY i think about the reading you treated me to of the 40k stuff for your reel. god man i want that VA shit to work out for you bad. your diction is impeccable and you so deserve it

@darnjam i know you guys dont read this but i love you so much and every day i’m so thankful we’re all still friends. @daygloow thank you for being like the sole source and catalyst for my personal development for like the last 3 years, im so proud of you and everything youve worked so hard to achieve and i’m so glad youre getting the recognition you deserve. thank you for always picking me up (vehicular and emotional) and for watching cartoons n playin vidya with me. god whens the next GOOD rave? i need to make you proud and actually dj so i can play banana

@bluntcrusher every day i’m like god when will king tori take the throne... im so thankful that youre in a good spot finally and that youre getting the love you deserve. and plus a sweet pucci mane. my blogs a mess but im glad youre still stickin around for it haha. always happy to see youre safe and THRIVING

@swarnpert love you dude thank you for lettin me harass you w 420 snaps. bro when you sent me those sabaton snaps i was in line for the haunted mansion at disneyland during blizzcon and it was just like... my heart was so full, it meant so much to me ALSO HOLY SHIT i love your art please NEVER STOP drawing

@nelfs i love your blog and your art and your FEELINGS like I dunno how to word it in a not-weird way. i think you are a very bright person with a good heart, and i’m thankful to know someone like that, even tangentially. it is fortifying also to see someone stand up for the things they love, whether it’s just a cartoon show or something of serious concern like animal welfare. i admire your healthy relationship to yourself and your strong integrity.

@neophyte-redglare i think about bead world garrosh every fucking day of my life. cannot thank you enough. i treasure it

@redpandalori THIS IS THE MVP RIGHT HERE. i dunno when you started sending me floods of kittums but every day i look forward to it and every single one means so much to me. i wear the kandi you handcrafted for me every single day and i show it off constantly to my friends because it’s just mindblowing. you are so sweet and thoughtful and i love sendin you snaps and it’s just incredible how the internet is. thank you for sending me rain snaps and kito & harley/ears & lilith pics all the time

@hungwy i dunno WHAT you get outta my blog but i’m thankful for the reams of sweet animal pics and interesting linguistic and anthropology posts on your blog. you’re a very positive force on my dash and you seem a wonderful person irl too!

@ubersaur im so happy we’re still mutuals after all this time lmao. you were one of the first aces id ever known so we’ll always have that solidarity and i’ll always be thankful. and i have to seriously catch up on magus bride haha. thank you for all of your love and support after all this time, i hope i offer the same to you!!

@18milliondeadplebs the rare and beautiful nexus of my two sole interests... warcraft and raving. dude just thank you for existing man LMAO i hope we can go ravin together some day

@kontextmaschine what a strange long fuckin trip it’s been dude. super surreal to have raved with you and had you come all the way down for burst but i knew i’d be remiss if youd missed it. you definitely deserved a potent taste of the 90s. thank you for the usb sticks, im still waiting on a worthy recipient for the other two. the majority of your blog is practically in hieroglyphics to me but man when the posts hit... they fuckin hit. i know you dont need me to tell you, but youve got a great talent and weirdass fuckin eye. a very very particular eye. love you man. please kiss badger for me.

@ironbull thank you for suffering in wisdom tooth hell with me. i am glad you had a good time at disney world and im hoping we can both be free of all of our tooth woes soon. thank you also for your advice and support in my personal stuff too!!

@kittensceilidh thank you for your sweet messages! every one of your hugs means a lot to me!!! it is nice to feel seen when i am in dark places.

@dimedog warcraft and foggy forests... hell yeah dude

@tim-official man sometimes it really is as simple as just laughing at the same funny shit, but youve reached out to me too and i appreciate it!!!

@peanotbotter thank you for all of the laughs and the kind words! thank you for caring about me, i care about you too!! i hope we can play hots again or wow together soon!!! 

wow this got long but i love a bunch of people. there are more of you that i love and are very special to me and i apologize if i didnt get to you. i hope you all had a nice holiday, if you celebrated. thank you for believing in me

[mfackenthal]

The MFackenthal Show with Special Guest Star @hopefulmoonobject!

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

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Megs:  Hello Hello Hello!  And welcome to the first episode of The MFackenthal Show - Covid19 edition.  Today we are going to air footage from an interview that was originally recorded back in late 2019.  So while you will see Megs and her wonderful special guest interacting and sitting within six feet of each other at the beginning of the footage, after the pre-recorded tape, we’ll check in with our special guest via zoom.  

The screen gets all blurry for a second before we see … 

Megs:  Hello Hello Hello! Please help me welcome to the stage our guest star for today, @hopefulmoonobject​. 

Nesha:  Gently smiles and gives a small wave as she walks on stage.  

She and Megs hug before they both sit down. 

Megs:  Nesha, I am so glad you are here!  I have loved your work for so long now.  It feels like forever ago that I was binging A Royal Mate/Finding the One. 

Nesha:  I think you read it all in less than a week.  It was impressive. 

Megs:  Quickly stands and gives a little bow.  I am a fanfic addict.  I have a problem but I do not want a cure.  Especially now that you’re wowing the world with Atelophobia; teaching us psychological terms and giving us great content.  I know that we are all happy to see Liam and Z get married. 

Nesha:  Don’t worry, there is still fun in store!

Megs:  Oh, I’m not worried.  BUT I have definitely jumped ahead.  Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to shower you with complements.  But, let’s back up.  Tell us all how you came to tumblr and how you created your tumblr handle. 

Nesha: Well, let’s see, I joined the fandom some time at the end of Oct  2017.  I was strictly a reader at the time.  My tumblr handle was tumblr generated - but it was perfect because I used to collect anything that was sun, moon, or stars related.  I didn’t really know how this tumblr thing worked and I didn’t comment on everything I read, but I did like them.  It was actually a little intimidating to start talking to people. 

Megs:  A lot of people feel intimidated talking to people.  That’s why this show exists.  People will see you and know that they can talk to you! Thanks for coming on the show, by the way!

Nesha: Of course, Megs!  I’m honored to be here. 

Megs:  What brought you to the fandom? 

Nesha:  I stumbled onto choices and played for about 3 months before I found tumblr. I started reading then interacting with others that were just as obsessed with this game as I was. There is some amazing talent in this fandom. 

I even just started binging Supernatural because of some of the fics that have been popping up. I haven’t finished it yet though. 

Megs:  I love Supernatural!  I know there are others out there who love it too!  There are a lot of seasons though!  Laughs  Anyways, what do you love about the fandom? 

Nesha:  I love that people all over the globe can come together over a game. I have met some wonderful people because of this fandom and Choices. It was some of these people that gave me the courage to write my first fic. I used to write mostly poetry when I was younger, but I hadn’t written in years and then after a Camp NaNoWriMo, I became a writer.  

Megs:  That is amazing!  Tell us about what you have written!

Nesha: Oh gosh … well, I must say that I am very proud of Finding the One AU. It was my first series, and very dear to my heart.

I also loved the series that I was co-writing with Alex, but just with everything and living on two different continents, it is hard to find the time at this juncture. There is still a chapter I wrote with a very talented writer named Meg, that I still need to finish and post.

Megs:  You flatter me!  But I did have a great time writing with you! And as anyone who has talked to me knows, I will do almost anything to get myself into a fic.  So, Camp NaNoWriMo graduate, what advice do you have for other writers? Especially other fanfic writers? 

Nesha:  Write what you feel, but I would ask that you are mindful of stereotypes. Also, don’t let anyone chase you away.  I know what it feels like not getting a lot of comments, that did stress me out, then I had to remember why I was writing in the first place. Yes, it is nice to have people like and comment on your work (I am bad at it, sorry) I can only keep up with a handful of series then I go back and find the others to read them too. 

Megs:  Oh gosh, it’s impossible to read everything!  It’s almost impossible to read everything by just one amazing author, let alone the entire fandom!  I used to think crazy things like, “could people just take a day off from writing so I could catch up!!!  Please?!”  laughs But more seriously, What’s your writing process? 

Nesha:  Just sit in front of a keyboard and let it flow.  I have plots that I have thought of in the beginning, but by the second or third chapters the characters kinda take over.  It is like that for my latest story Atelophobia.  Some of the chapters had taken on a very different route than I had originally planned. But I am loving it.

Megs:  That’s such great advice.  I think it’s Stephen King in his book about writing called  “On Writing” who says that one should write every day.  He mentions having some days where he just throws everything that he writes away.  Okay, now tell me, it’s obvious that you love Liam.  What about Liam seems to inspire you so much? 

Nesha:  I mean who doesn’t like a man who is educated, intelligent, doesn’t take you for granted, your happiness is important to them, as well as your thoughts?  They want more than just a pretty face. and treats you like a Goddess in and out of the bedroom. 

Megs:  Nope, can’t argue with that logic!

Now, Nesha … I have a little bit of a surprise for you.  Megs reaches behind the couch and pulls out a stuffed animal in the shape of a skunk. She passes it over to Nesha. 

Nesha:  Hugs the skunk and starts laughing.  Megs, I love it.  How did you know!?  Oh my gosh, I know it’s weird, but I like the smell a skunk makes! No, I don’t want a direct blast, but I don’t mind it.  I blame the fact that I moved into a dorm with no air conditioning and lived on the first floor.  Some thought it was funny to shoot a skunk with a slingshot, and wildlife had to come out and put it out of its misery, right under my window.  Lived with that smell for weeks.  I will cherish “Tulip” the skunk forever. 

The screen blurs out and we see Megs all by herself again. 

Megs:  It’s such a good thing we had this older footage, otherwise, I don’t know how we would be able to air this show during social distancing!  I thought my producers were crazy when they wanted to film ahead like that.  I really have to hand it to them.  Now, let’s check in with Nesha!  

Megs calls Nesha on her phone and soon we hear Nesha say hi, but it’s Tulip sitting in a chair that we can see on the TV screen that is paired to the phone. 

Megs:  busts out laughing  Well, hello Tulip!  How are you?  I haven’t seen you in so long.  Is Nesha treating you well? 

Nesha: using a cute child voice  Oh yes, Megs, Nesha is treating me very well.  I get all the food I want and I get to help her write more stories of Liam.  I am a very lucky skunk.  

Megs:  That’s great, Tulip!  I’m so glad to hear that.  Any chance Nesha is around? 

Nesha: pops into the screen, moving Tulip to be sitting in her lap as she takes Tulip’s chair  Hey Megs!  It’s great to see you! How are you liking your own show?  How are you holding up with all the craziness going around about COVID-19?  

Megs:  I am loving the show!  Each episode is unique.  Some are crazy ridiculous (cough @cordoniansgonewild) others are more innocent and sweet.  Sometimes I lack the motivation to write them, but when I take your advice and just let it flow, it always does.  COVID-19 has actually been quite a joy for me personally.  I’m working from home and loving it!  I do feel awful for those who have lost their jobs or are truly terrified to leave their houses.  If any of you are feeling down or depressed, please know that I’m always available to talk.  

And that’s today’s show! Thank you all for tuning in!  I can’t wait to see you all again soon! Byee all!!!

Nesha:  waves to everyone Stay safe everyone.

Oh, and in case you missed some of the references to @hopefulmoonobjects work, check it out here.

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And now for the tags.  I’m only tagging people who have specifically mentioned an interest in The MFackenthal Show.  If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject​​ @queen-among-writers​​, @hopelessromantic1352​​, @lilyofchoices​​, @msjpuddleduck​​, @theroyalweisme​​, @loveellamae​