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reen-zuu · 1 year

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Serendipitous; Madarame Shion

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Fluff, Cute, Kinda awkward, First Meeting, Love at First Sight, Down bad Shion, Reading books, Fav books, Coffee shop AU, Destined lovers, Very cute, Flirty Shion, Hard-to-get Reader, Overall fluff, Swooning, Flirting, Then there's Ran about to puke when he's looking at Shion

Enjoy Darling 😘

[Coffee shop au, fluff ] ; word count: 1.7k

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Summary

Romance books just portray the unrealistic idea of love. You knew that all the time and that's why you fantasize about these 'men written by women' a lot. So reading in your favourite coffee shop is always there to compensate for your loneliness.

But what if, one particular day...Madarame Shion suddenly interrupts your me-time?

Did you ever expect that his presence might take a whole new turn in your love life?

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Shion didn't know what was going on and what was this feeling.

But he can't stand it anymore.

He wants to know your name.

He stood up from his seat, leaving his untouched latte alone on the table since he didn't even bother to take a sip of it.

It's not like he intended to do that. His plan was to drink latte for a while as he was waiting for a friend of his that was busy getting a hair treatment in a nearby salon.

But now, looking at you made him forget how delicious the drink will be.

Your table was about three tables away from his. And you were minding your own business and not bothered by your surroundings since you were too invested with (favourite book) by (author's name).

But it'll be too dumb to say that you didn't notice that the chair in front of you, that was supposed to be vacant...was settled by someone else.

You moved your eyes to the person in front of you and that's where you saw a pair of black eyes that is too dark, that even your reflection can't be seen.

His hair was light blonde, short, and shaved, making his face tattoo exposed and you can clearly see that it resembles the shape of a lion.

With two piercings on each of his ears and he wore a black leather jacket, well it just makes this mysterious man's attractiveness increase even more.

That's when you know for sure, that this guy has such enticing features but you don't want to have those thoughts about him.

Because what he is doing right now is extremely rude. He didn't even ask permission to sit at your table.

"Can I help you?" You tried to express your discomfort so that he could get the hint...that you don't want his presence to be there.

"I don't know." He let out a chuckle. Amused by how feisty you are from the start.

"Maybe you can...by telling me your name." He rested his chin on his palm. His other free hand's fingers were busy knocking the table like its piano tiles.

"No, thank you." You sound displeased. Not wanting to be disturbed like this in your favourite coffee shop where it is exclusively supposed to be your me-time. Where supposedly, not even a single person can stop you or bother you from doing the things you love.

But he is doing that right now.

Being a nuisance.

"I'm Madarame Shion."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden introduction. You were sure that you didn't ask his goddamn name or who he was in the first place.

But sometimes you can't understand the words that suddenly come out of your mouth.

"So your tattoo resembles your name?" Oblivious that your question will pump up his adrenaline even more.

A smile crept upon his face, knowing that your question was electrifying him.

"Oh, so you are interested in me?"

Damn it.

This wasn't a competition, but you felt like you were defeated.

You're telling a massive lie if you say that you aren't attracted to him. He is handsome, especially when he flashes that lovely smile.

Maybe it was natural that he is charming and the aura that he radiates was enthralling, that you can't resist.

But you don't want to give in to these foreign desires. It could be a possibility that he is just messing with you or he wants to fill in his ample time. Maybe you're not the only girl that he is flirting with, it could be plenty, seeing how expert he is with swooning you.

So there's no point in feeling these butterflies in your stomach.

"Please kindly leave." You said. Anger was quite obvious in your tone. You know for sure that emotion welled up in you, not because you hate his presence, but the fact that he's just playing around and he might have done this to a thousand girls.

You don't want to care anymore.

You quickly moved back your eyes to your book. Not bothering to take a last look on him before he leaves.

But you were aware that he is still there.

Guess you have to ignore him until he decided to leave (where at the very moment that he already found you boring).

But no.

Unexpected words come out of his mouth.

That very sentence.

Those words.

God.

You can't ignore him anymore.

Because you were in a trance, after hearing those exact words come out from his mouth.

"Huh?" You acted like you didn't understand what he said but you know that you did. It was just an act.

"That's my favourite quote from that book." He said.

No words can be retorted back to him.

Because fuck.

That's your favourite quote too.

Out of countless authors, infinite books and indescribable amounts of quotes that lie within their books, magically, both of you share the same favourite one.

It might just be clear that the world is trying to tell you that this very person in front of you....is one in a million.

And you are lucky to find him.

"You read books?" Maybe your question is quite condescending but you can't believe it. He doesn't look like he's interested to read books or even bother to look at one even. He's already unbelievably handsome and he read books when he's bored? It sounds like the word 'perfect' is more imperfect than him.

"Surprise, I guess."

You tried your best to not smile when listening to his answer. You don't want to show your real emotions. You're not ready yet. Since you're afraid that he will think that you're someone easy to read and predict.

It does feel like a dream come true. Finding someone that likes the same things as you. Men, that read books are not something rare but having the same favourite quote with them?

It's just too specific. This can't be coincidental.

This must be some serendipitous shit that only happens in romance books or movies.

That's why you can't give in to all of this yet.

More things should be dugout.

"Do you read other books from (author's name)?"

He then started to list out every book that the author has published . Stating which one is his least favourite and saying which one he had repeated a thousand times. Stating out his opinion bravely of which one had the best plot and which one had the best characters.

God.

You're agreeing to every word he says because you do think the same as him.

No way.

Your meeting with him is not a coincidence.

But it sounds so humiliating for you to say it's destiny.

"So this book was the one that led you here? At my table?"

"Hmm...not exactly. That's not the main reason."

He then started to lean his body closer and he stared into your eyes deeply. He can't deny it all, your eyes are so mesmerizing to look at and if he had the choice, he wants to look at them for eternity.

"Can I-

"Shion!" A sudden voice called out his name.

The voice came from the door of the coffee shop.

Shion rolled his eyes out of annoyance. Knowing that his attempt to try to get to know the pretty girl in front of him gets interrupted so suddenly.

You moved your gaze to see Shion's friend who had pigtails as his hairstyle and black golden hair as his noticeable feature.

"Be there in a minute!" Shion responded without looking back at his friend.

The sound of the bells rang the coffee shop, indicating that his friend had closed the door.

"Well, guess I am...kindly leaving."

You were quite startled to hear him use your words. It's stupid even that you yourself didn't remember your words before.

He's about to leave now.

But you don't want him to. It doesn't matter if he will rudely or kindly leaving you after this, you don't care anymore.

You want him to stay.

But there's nothing for you to worry about when abruptly, he took out a small piece of paper from the pockets of his ripped jeans.

"I can't say 'see you later' for now...

... because that depends on you." He said while sliding the paper in your direction.

Relief swarmed into you.

Knowing that you are going to see him again. It's cliché and predictable to know that he's giving you his number. But it was the only way to keep in contact and maybe plan out your second meeting with him.

As he was about to move back to his table, your words halted him.

"(Last name) (First name)."

Finally.

Shion gave a glance at you from his shoulders. A smirk starts to form from his handsome face.

Your eyes were averted away from his. You cannot handle the embarrassment you feel for suddenly introducing yourself at the very last minute.

She's fucking cute. Shion thought when he sees how demure you can be.

"I knew that your name would be beautiful."

Heat started rising up to your cheeks.

Everything was so cheesy and unreal but that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you.

Still, your eyes remained looking at everywhere else but his eyes, because you know if you did try, you might die.

He then continued his steps back to his table and retrieved his latte cup. Moving his way to the door, he smiled like a dork because he can feel your stares at him.

His friend, Haitani Ran was about to vomit his lunch before this, just by seeing the sight of Shion's shit-eating grin. I mean if you were him, you will also cringe when you see your own friend flirting with somebody else.

Shion's smile is charming for you but it's disgusting for Ran.

"Dude, stop smiling like that, you're creeping the shit out of me."

While you already see Shion and his friend out of your sight, that's when you quickly took the paper that he gave to you. You don't want to be seen obvious that you were excited to get his number.

You opened it slowly and you can see his beautiful and neat handwriting.

There it was, the digits of his number.

Well, that's expected.

But underneath the digits, it was something unexpected.

You never knew that the questions that you have for him is finally answered.

It's confirmed.

That you want to see him later on.

Because this type of people approaching you will be something once in a lifetime.

You read that very sentence on the paper multiple times. Making sure that it sticks inside your core memory and you want to feel that excitement you felt, just like you've read it the first time.

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Your eyes are the reason.

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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The Day I Made Joel Hokka Laugh, aka concert report from High 5ive Summer Fest @ Stockholm, 1.7.2022 🖤

By now these are more like diary entries so I'm gonna start by telling how goddamn nervous I was because first of all I had to make my way to the venue all by myself in a foreign city, and when I had done that successfully I had to get nervous AGAIN because holy fucking shit I was gonna meet the boys face-to-face at the signing session? 😵

And like. Where do I even start 😅

..I guess with Niko, as he was the first one in the row to sign the card! As soon as he addressed me I said "MOI" as clearly as I could to indicate I'm Finnish 🤡 Then I, umm, talked about the weather?

mä: Ootteko tarennu

Niko & Aleksi: Ollaan tarettu joo.. (😂)

Niko: Laitetaanko tällane [nimmarikortti]?

mä: Laitapa semmone 😎

(Sorry, my extremely deep and intellectual conversation with Niko doesn't translate to English that well 😇)

And remember how I was low-key planning on printing pictures of our family dachshunds for them to sign? I didn't do that (because my printer wasn’t cooperating 🤣), HOWEVER I did show Aleksi a picture of Osku and Bobby on my phone 😃 ..and proceeded to talk about how old they are and how Osku has had some back issues lately and how Bobby learned to swim last Monday and we just bonded over dachshunds 😭💞

Aleksi: Ai että! Mäyräkoirat on ihan parhaita! / Dachshunds are the best!

mä: Nii onki! mutta välillä vähän itsepäisiä. / They are! But stubborn sometimes.

I don't remember what exactly Aleksi said then but he agreed 🥲

Joonas was also taking a peek at the dog picture on my phone but I didn't say anything to him because I was recovering from the exchange I had had with Aleksi 😆

And then there was Joel <3

mä: Moi :)

Joel: Moi. Oot Suomesta tullu tänne? / You’ve come here from Finland?

mä: Joo!

Joel: M I K S / W H Y

mä: Miksei? / Why not? 😂

Joel: Ei tää ihan mikään Tuska oo mutta... / This ain't quite like the Tuska festival (=a heavy metal music festival theyre perfomong at today)

(😂😂😂😂😂)

Joel was SO talkative and it was such a shame I couldn't hear (or understand 😆) half of what he said 🥺🤲

He was wearing a bun when they arrived but let his hair down once the signing started and then tied it up to a bun again immediately after the signing session was over. An important detail, I know lol you're welcome

Tommi, on the other hand, didn't say a single fucking thing in true Tommi manner and used the opportunity (of Joel's talkativeness) to quickly scribble his signature on the card and pass it on to Olli

And oh my fucking god

Like. You've all seen pictures of Olli? Seen videos of him? You all know he's stunning? Gorgeous? Heavenly?

From, like, one, metre away, though? With the sun lighting up his eyes? Him looking straight into your eyes and smiling at you? He is fucking beautiful

In fact, he is SO beautiful, suddenly just THERE in front of me when I had barely recovered from having Joel talk full sentences to me that I swear I lost my consciousness for a second there. I'm not exaggerating, I felt like I was hit by a truck:

He said "moi" (hi)

I said "kiitos" (thank you)

🤡

Then I was just. Shaking for about five minutes. The first thing I could make myself say (besides "oh my god") was a dumbfounded "Olli smiled at me?!" 😵😂

I've been grinnning at this interaction ever since 😅

After I had recovered from the thrill of getting to interact with them (safe for Tommi "just some dude" Lalli) and seeing the queue to their table sort of die out, I was like "...I'm gonna go there again! :D"

And I did!! 🙈 to get a signed card for "a friend who couldn't make it" (👋) and Niko was like "sure!" 🥰

It was also cute how carefully and concentratedly Niko writes/draws his signature 😭💖

I didn't say anything to Aleksi this time around because I was gathering courage to talk with Joonas: I told him they should play Den Glider In 😅

And Joel heard this and laughed, I repeat JOEL LAUGHED AT SOMETHING FUNNY I SAID NO I'M NOT OKAY GUYS I MADE HIM SMILE AND LAUGH!!!!! 😭

Joonas said that it would be convenient since the venue was right next to Globen (the arena where Team Finland won its first ice hockey world championship title in 1995 against Sweden and proceeded to "steal" their official song made specifically for the tournament, the aforementioned Den Glider In). He added that maybe they should use it as the intro song lol (they didn't 😔)

Then Joel asked me to shout "PERKELE" during the show 😂 (which I did! I don't think they heard me though, but at the end of the show I heard the Finnish dudes standing behind me shout "perkele" as well 💙🤍

Joel went on about some (assumably) Finnish band (didn't hear which one) that managed to have a whole arena of people to chant "perkele" at their concert 😅 Joel baby I would've been up for that, where were you?!

..and again Tommi managed to avoid small talk by signing the card as quickly as he could and passed it on again 😆

..*sigh* to Olli 😩

Like, I had planned to break the ice by joking how the first time around I had said "thank you" instead of "hi"

But like. Olli's method of avoiding awkward small talk is clearly to just. Look into your eyes like you're the only person in the universe, smile that stunning little smile of his, and say "moi"

I managed to say "moi" back this time though, but there was no way I could've stayed to, like, actually have a conversation with him 🙈 he is so beautiful?! 😭

I bet they put him last on purpose because I don't get how anyone could recover from his beauty to be able to perfom any sort of human interaction for the following 5-10 minutes 😅

So I got TWO cards with their signatures, and on my way inside the venue I tried to put them in my backpack but I dropped one on the ground and immediately after a member or staff came from behind me and stepped right on Olli's pretty face 🤣 I started laughing at the comical timing of the situation and so did the stranger next to me who witnessed it 😂

And the concert itself? Let me start by saying that it was so..pleasant? In comparison to all the BC concerts I've been to in Finland, all of which have, safe for the time BC was on stage, been rather UNpleasant due to a LOT of teenagers and little kids screaming and disrespecting your personal space 🙄

There was none of that, not even on the first row?! 😭

So yeah. First fucking row. I could literally see the sweat gleaming on Porko's tits 💦

And speaking of Porko it was SUPER fascinating to get to see his guitar playing so up close 👀 that man sure has skillful fingers...

And on the first row you realise even more how there's SO MUCH STUFF happening on stage ALL THE TIME, it's hard to decide what to focus on :')

I feel like I can't actually remember anything, the whole thing was like a fever dream? 😂

Like, Joonas was RIGHT in front of me in all his shirtless glory 💖

Olli visited our side fairly often (so often thay Joonas had to push him away at some point, as I was told afterwards 🤣 (didn't see this myself sadly but I can imagine)), and I feel like Olli and I sang to each other a couple of times, but that could've been just wishful thinking 😇 He def looked into my camera once while singing along but his face is all dark in the video so I have no proof of this lol but yeah. Was an experience 💖

In Jyväskylä when I made eye-contact with him I started giggling nervously, but this time I was brave and held his gaze 😤

And say what you say, Don't Fix Me slaps live 😤

At some point during Left Outside Alone maybe (after I had just stopped filming) Joel was literally walking backwards towards Aleksi's lap/crotch (who had come down to the stage from behind his table) because that's how much he wants to be the little spoon 🥰

That was some time before the Olli/Joonas butt slap that I caught on camera lol

Sadly no Niko/Joonas kiss 😔

If you need to hear Joel speaking literally 3 words of Swedish, hit me up, I got it on video 😁 (and when I say "literally 3 words" I mean LITERALLY "ett, två, tre" 🤣)

There was a moshpit or something during Over My Dead Body, we just barely avoided it by being on the first row lol

"We" as in @thesupernaturalwhovian (thanks for the water bottle!) and @forehead-knife 🖤 it was so nice meeting you, thanks for hanging out!

It was such a shame their set was only 40 minutes, it went by way too fast :( Perhaps their next gig in Sweden will be at one of the bigger venues 😌🖤

#blind channel #my concert #aka me dying because olli is beautiful #rip i had a good life #gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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justice-is-a-weapon · 2 years

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In vino veritas [dazai x gn reader]

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Chapter 5/?

previous | next

TW: alcohol

He is just coming over for dinner.

So why am I decorating the table? Why did I even bother to clean the room?

Maybe it's because I never have guests. Yep that has to be it. He's the first person to see this flat except for me so I want to make a good impression.

I look at the clock. Almost 18:30. He texted me that he'll get here at 18:45 even though we agreed on 18:30. I doubt that's because of work. He does seem like a person that's late constantly. I am now currently standing in the kitchen giving the crab some finishing touches. I am in no shape or form a good cook. I'm rather average.

I just hope I didn't mess up the food. I'm still getting used to this Japanese way of living so cooking a foreign recipe was quite the challenge. The flavor and smell still a bit unfamiliar to me.

I check my phone again, for the 12th time to be exact, to see if I really sent him the right address. Yep, I did.

Why am I so nervous. He's just coming over for dinner goddammit

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Holding onto the door handle I take a deep breath. I open the door. The brunette grinning right into my face.

"Hello there!"

"Just get your ass inside Dazai. Your crab is getting cold."

Taking off his shoes after he stepped inside he took a look around.

"Still pretty empty in here don't you think?"

"Yeah I guess. But I don't know how long I'll be staying anyway. So I try not to decorate too much."

Lifting an eyebrow he silently questioned me why I said that. I decided not to answer him and went straight to the kitchen.

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"So… How does it taste?"

Shit, I'm sounding way too insecure. He laughs a bit. Probably because of that.

"Usually you're more confident than that."

"I know, just answer the goddamn question."

"Hmmm…"

I hate him so much right now. Why did I agree to this again? Fuck it.

"Please."

He threw his head back laughing. He was having way too much fun at the moment. I just wanted to know if I'm capable of cooking food that is actually edible. (To me it was. But I have no right to judge.) Sadly his laugh was contagious. I tried not to smile.

After calming down he spoke again:

"It's good. Definitely better than my attempts."

Now it was my turn to chuckle.

"I doubt that's so hard"

"Yeah I know. But yes it's definitely edible. Just a bit funny-tasting."

"What do you mean by 'funny-tasting'"?

"Oh don't look so offended. It just doesn't taste... familiar?"

"So I fucked it up and made it German?"

The smile he gave me answered my question.

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"How about a drink? I have some rum lying around somewhere I think."

I began searching in the cabinet. Needing to calm down I grabbed the bottle and two glasses.

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"Ophelia?"

Did he catch me staring?

"Yes?"

We were both standing at the window facing the street. I began to like Yokohama. So different from my home. Or at least what I used to call my home. Maybe this city could become one. Just maybe I could find peace here. His voice startled me a bit:

“What lead you to this city?”

Biting onto my lip I replied.

“I searched for a home.”

My glass was almost empty again.

I was met with harsh words.

“That’s not the truth, quit that bullshit.”

“I had to go. I lost my home.”

Dazai looked at me sympathetically. It was quiet for a long time until he moved his hand to place it onto my shoulder.

He looked like he wanted to speak. Heartbeat increasing. He seemed unsure. Anxious to find the rights words.

“It might sound a bit weird when I say this because I have no clue what happened. But it isn’t your fault. I felt like I should say that.”

Dazai looked at his now empty glass almost shyly. A red hue on his cheeks.

“I don’t think you’d be the one responsible for that. You’re one of the good ones, Ophelia. Definitely one of the good ones…”

You are drunk Dazai. Definitely drunk.

“You don’t know that. Maybe I did horrible things, you don’t know that.”

And I am drunk too. Definitely.

“Perhaps ruined someone's life, used people or even killed someone. You don’t-“

“I don’t know. I got that.”

He went quiet after.

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Suddenly he turned around, walking straight into the middle of the living room. Then looking at my pile of vinyls, one of the only personal belongings I owned and he took one of them to examine it.

“Frank Sinatra - ‘something stupid’… Didn’t think you’d be into sappy stuff like that.”

“Oh shut up.”

And then there was this grin again.

“I don’t think I will. I have a better idea: How about we dance?”

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[writer’s block is killing me help]

#dazai x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #fanfic #my writing #bungo stray dogs x you #writers on tumblr #writers

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finch-the-foolish · 1 year

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@dash-dash-archi yo do you want me to keep pinging you? Eh anyway uh *throws an angry half-elf at your head*

A Fractured Rift

III--Broken Relations

The hand still gripped his shoulder, strangely tight, nails digging into his skin.

"Mumbo? Is.. is it really you?" The voice was soft. Laced with grief and a bizarre pain, the source of which Mumbo couldn't comprehend.

"Y.. yes? I'm.. I'm me. I think.. I.." He trailed off, confusion welling inside of him. Why did nobody believe he was real? Was he real?

Was anything real, or was this all some twisted nightmare?

A sudden sense of wrongness shot through the man, his vision seeming to twist and blur, the world, for a few frail seconds, fracturing around him.

Then he returned. Normal. Whole. Unbroken.

He blinked a few times, silently struggling to process what had just happened.

It seemed, suddenly, that Scar was now next to him, staring–glaring?–at Grian, whom, he only now realised, was still clutching his wrist.

"What did you do to him? Did you pull him thro-"

"I didn't do anything that violates the agreement, Scar. And I didn't do anything to him."

Both men's voices seemed.. strangely harsh. Hadn't it just been yesterday that they were friends? Mumbo couldn't recall. Everything still felt so broken, so wrong.

"Besides. Your king will not have a hold on this realm for long." This was quieter, an ominous sense of warding laced in each sound. Gri's eyes seemed to flicker, then, a few scanning across the sky as if staring into some other realm.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, slinking a bit further back. There was a distinct tension in him, most of his eyes focused on anything but Scar as he moved, pulling Mumbo with him.

"Don't run from me. You must have done something with that- that rift of yours! How else could you have brought him back‽" Scar's ears, strangely long and pointed, drew back as he yelled, a slight blue glow edging into his gaze.

"Do not speak of it like that. You have no clue what you're trying to meddle in. And you have no clue what I'm capable of."

Scar's eyes narrowed, the glow seeming to brighten, sharpen. The edges of his long, dark locks began to shift in shade, lightening with his anger.

"Why shouldn't I? What don't I know? That you dragged this.. this imposter from some other realm like it wouldn't violate all the agreements you made? Like it wouldn't shatter this world?

"Do you think I don't know who you are? What you are? Do you think I don't know what you did to them? What you did to me?"

Grian tensed, eyes widening. For a strange, flickering moment, a string seemed to hang in the air, twisting as it reached out between them.

Scar's gaze turned, staring down at it with a near terrified expression. Then, it flickered out of this world.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't want it to happen. Did you think I wanted Life to happen? Do you think I wanted to w.. watch everyone suffer?"

"I wouldn't put it past you."

The growl in Scar's voice sounded wrong. Foreign. Terrifying. Some ancient instinct dredged up by an argument over something Mumbo still couldn't understand.

Gri took in a shaky breath, stepping further back. Several of his gazes watched, careful, as the pale blues twisted more of Scar's hair, creeping up in a fashion not unlike that of the skulk consuming him.

"What I am doing, and what I've done, is my concern, and mine alone. You have no right to poke about, no right to blame me for a world I didn't create."

"That doesn't change anything, Grian. That doesn't change anything that's happened because of you and your.. your experiments. That doesn't change the fact that you hurt them, that you hurt us all. That doesn't-"

"Stop." A sudden snapping, drawing both men's attention. "Stop it. Stop.. stop fighting. Stop fucking yelling. I thought we were friends! I thought you liked each other! What happened? What did you do? You.. you just keep shouting and none of it makes any goddamn sense!"

Mumbo froze up, suddenly, only now realising that he'd yelled, that the pair of rather pissed off creatures were now staring directly at him.

"Mumbo, I-"

"No. Stop it. I.. I want an explanation. I want to know what the hell you mean by all this. I want to know where the hell I am and why the both of you are being so.. so awful."

Scar sighed, the glow of his eyes fading with the whitish blues in his hair. Grian's eyes slowly closed, leaving only the pair on his face remaining.

"Fine. Come on. Both of you. I suppose we should explain."

At that, Grian opened his wings and took off,flying up onto the stone bridge above. After a moment, Scar followed, a pair of translucent, tattered wings manifesting at his back as he rose up after him.

Mumbo stared a moment, questions still swirling through his mind. He blinked, startling himself from the daze, and opened his elytra, soaring upwards into the sky.

#hehehehe #angst #the italics are angry #you have angered them #also hehe interrobang go brrrrt #mumbo #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 9 #grian #watcher grian #vex scar #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #a fractured rift au #this fuck just pissed off two funky ass hybrids at once #he's such an idiot I love him

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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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The Color of Bachata

Junior year was a big year for me in terms of exploration. I think everyone should try it. - Charlie

According to Charlie, you could read a lot about a person by the way they moved and she'd learned how to read from the best influences DC had to offer. Each dance had its own movements and a spirit of its own that, if you looked close enough, you could find in all people.

Salsa, for example, lived in the sassiness of one's attitude. It was the snap and quip and drama that exploded into raging wildfire when riled up. Salsa could be zesty and sexy, but it could also be dangerous.

Mambo was in the excitement. It was the pep and energy of a sunny day on the beach with friends. She felt it when she'd discovered The Dirty South step team and found a second start.

Bachata was sensual. It was dancing in the rain with a lover held close and it breathed in every interaction Charlie had with a man who she deemed to be the opposite of her father. She'd fall in love just a little bit every time.

Last but not least, there was Tango. As a labeled tease, Charlie knew it well. Tango lived in flirtation, temptation, and seduction. It was in the hungry eyes at the club and it was in her debatably sick habit of meeting an admirer's energy and dropping off out of boredom.

Tango was what Charlie envisioned sex to be, a game of will and wits. She'd planned to do it for the experience just to say she had, but the stars hadn't yet aligned. She still wasn't sold on it and whether she would be remained to be seen. Whether she'd do it once and be done--she didn't know.

Her richest fantasies were of bachata--love in the mind and soul rather than the body, so imagine her confusion when she felt tango flourish in the pulse between her thighs giving her foreign impulses that made her question--was she truly asexual or was there something else within that label that needed to be explored? Was she living her truth as Lupe had taught her?

It started in her Junior year at Spelman. Charlie felt all manner of confusion when watching the track and field team sprint. Like in high school, these were all pretty black girls with fit track bodies to match, but back at Eastern Senior High she hadn't felt this way.. not about a girl.

Maybe it was due to being surrounded by women all day. She was being conditioned to view them in a different context.

Perhaps she was confusing her feelings of excitement for lust. But why was she excited?

The way the girls sprinted the track bouncing in little blue tank tops with matching short shorts branded with Spelman's logo, Charlie was struck with racy internal dialogue. The thoughts raced quickly while the jello jiggle of ass reduced Charlie to being no better than a man openly ogling.

"Goddamn," she squinted from the stand. "What?" Miranda hurriedly followed her line of sight to a girl they'd called Diedra Mackey. "Goddamn," she echoed seeing that ass for herself.

Desires were called into question. Did this mean Charlie liked women?

Maybe she was a latent lesbian and Miranda was right to tease her all these years, even jokingly. Miranda had told her way back in middle school that she was gay and didn't know it. It didn't feel true at the time, but now..

Charlie was honestly confused. How could she know? How did people typically figure these things out?

As for Diedra, her form was impeccable and her legs seemed to defy gravity in order to swing in explosive bursts as if flung forward. In Charlie's mind these movements aligned with rock steps, side steps and occasional points, kicks, and flicks of the feet with rhythm in the hips. She was clearly in the spirit of Mambo. Her energy wasn't fire, it was electric and Charlie wanted to test that spark.

But did she simply wish to grab Diedre’s ass because it was fat or did she want Diedre sexually without realizing it? Either way was fine, she just had to know.

"Girl sit down," Miranda stared from Charlie's left side. Charlie had a tell that alerted Miranda of impulsive behavior incoming. It was like a visible light bulb atop Charlie's busy head. "SIT YA ASS DOWN," she hissed through a tight top lip reading her friend in an instant and stopping whatever bullshit was going to happen. "At least wait til the end, she doesn't know you damn." And she was right. Charlie's dodgy eyes turned straight.

"What's it like when you're attracted to someone sexually," she asked but Miranda had no clear answer to give. She stumbled and stammered through words that meant absolutely nothing and Charlie rolled her eyes.

The only thing Miranda could do was be down for the ride, ready to watch the shenanigans play out. Deep down she wanted to be right for the sake of saying 'I told you so' and Charlie felt it in the bubbling excitement she exuded. Out of spite, Charlie hoped to prove her wrong.

The runners ran on and while it was true that Charlie hadn't met Diedra yet, she still felt that knew all she needed to know about her.. About all the runners actually. She knew mambo like she knew her own soul and so by extension, in this moment of Diedre’s life she knew her.

Pushing by the super amused Miranda, Charlie found Diedre Mackey on the field post-meet and approached tagging her on the shoulder. She looked her up and down in admiration, communicating with eyes alone before asking permission to touch her perfect ass, even before a hello was uttered. Diedra not only obliged but began to twerk while her teammates chuckled. It was all very random and quite silly but was it sexual attraction?

They traded numbers with a date scheduled for the upcoming week to find out. Apparently Diedre's sexuality was an unknown as well which was refreshing.

"So what did we learn," Miranda fell in step beside Charlie on their way off the field, her arm dropping around her shoulders. Charlie smirked watching the line of asses ahead. "I guess I like asses," she shrugged. Turned out the gender didn't matter. Male, female, unassigned.. it didn't concern her.

In the upcoming months Charlie felt safe exploring her sexuality and preferences at Spelman. She found that she could date around without pressure or expectation, enjoying the company of multiple genders over coffee and park walks. She could makeout with a woman and enjoy it just as she did with a guy. She could makeout with a guy and a girl together and enjoy it as well. She could do anything she wanted with anyone. Still, there was a boundary she found herself repeatedly setting. She'd go as far as she desired and that desire never included sex despite pressure.

It took her Junior year of college to experiment and come back to a confident realization that she was indeed asexual. The trick was in the conditions. They were enough for her to need to write down. Not only was she was asexual, but she was non-monogamous. She'd liked the idea of loving a network of people. She was panromantic which meant that the gender and sexual organs of these people didn't matter. Amazingly, she was also pro-sex and still willing to try it.. though the stars still hadn't aligned.

Charlie finally had her answers but it took explorations and honest reflection.

"You're back! I thought you'd be.. you know, with Aubrey. I guess it wasn't good," Miranda turned away with a slick eye on Charlie, waiting for the details of her latest date with a curly-haired mixed chick from the movie theater. Charlie scoffed at the assumption. What Miranda found it hard to understand was that no matter how fine the guy or how pretty the girl, Charlie never surpassed the stages of kissing and feeling up on bodies. But how could she explain it in a way that her sister could understand? The way she finally put it to Miranda, sex was like food and she was always hungry.. but not for food.

"Everyone loves steak and I can appreciate a well cooked steak as well as the next guy, okay.. It's pleasing–it smells good, looks good, probably tastes good I'm sure. It's a perfectly good steak for all intents and purposes and I'm starving, right? So I should definitely want to devour it... But I don't. My mouth literally does not water. I don't recognize it as something i need to taste. I admire the steak with the same energy I use to admire a Basquiat but I don't wanna eat the Basquiat.."

She seemed to slowly understand before frowning in disgust. "Please don't say I have to continue to hear that loud ass buzzing coming from your covers at night. I figured it was something."

"You'll hear it and ignore it," Charlie stated firmly. "And your giant monster dildo isn't all that comfortable to stare at either! I feel like it's looking at me! I'm a call campus security to escort his big ass out of here one of these days."

"And Buzz Lightyear going wit him," she tossed pointing at the door.

"I don't know how you can handle all that, how wide is it?! How wide is your vagina?"

"So we have an understanding."

It became one of a hundred sibling-like moments and Charlie's exploration surrounding the question of her sexuality became a thing of the past. She still dated and continued to foster relationships, some involving kisses and others theoretical discussions on death, fame, politics, and things you wish you knew sooner.

By the time Charlie saw her mother again she was a new person and Lupe wanted all the tea without the gritty details. Only Lupe could understand what Charlie meant when she said she "explored her tango and her bachata."

Lupe listened as Charlie went on about all the people she dated, giving full descriptions of the look, the vibe, the dates, and what they did--minus the kissing and fondling. Having the approval of a strong and open-minded person like her mother meant the world and Lupe sat tight with her caffé mocha because she understood the importance. As she'd hoped her daughter was finding herself and her way--navigating a powerful new experience.

"And what color is your bachata now," Lupe eyed her daughter as if to say think.

Charlie hadn't thought about it.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. In all of her brief fly-by romances, an overarching feeling hadn't overcome her. She wasn't swept away and she hadn't truly felt a pull with anyone. It seemed that she was still exploring afterall, a pristine brush new to the adult dating world--ready to be dipped in any color pigment. Even with a year under her belt and a short list of labels she'd picked up along the way, there was still so much she didn't know about herself and what she wanted. She needed to keep searching.

Lupe was right.. as always.

#the kompound multiverse #the kompound reboot #charlie jade #thekingjadechronicles

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scarletooyoroi · 2 years

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"You won't win this war, you skinwalker!" Selfies with the tongue out, asking various women around Inazuma for hugs with their whole chest, and then... calling the Raiden Shogun a 'babygirl'? Perhaps the concept of aliens didn't quite exist in Teyvat, but the traveler was well versed in these concepts from other worlds visited. "Where did you put him- where are you keeping the real Thoma!? Give him back!"

Ah. This guy. Wasn’t he the big hotshot that reigned from the stars above?

On a sweet little quest to prance around nation to nation to look for his sister?

When there’s so much to TAKE and CONQUER within Teyvat itself? To even be called such a foreign concept causes an utterly shamelessly cackle to rise from the lips of the bond. There was a more infamous spice tucked into his tone, selfish shamelessness. As a matter of fact a soft ‘oh!’ escapes from a lady who’s dump truck ass he just slapped on the spot as she walks by. The raw lack of reprimand causes this hidden beast of Inazuma to peer towards them, pure and unadulterated pride to hum from his being. “Now now champ. You may be the widespread hero, but let’s not forgive who’s kingdom you’re getting comfortable in!”

Thoma? Where in the Seven did they discern a name like that? Oh no no no. It was time for this Hero to realize.

Tohma was taking this world by storm.

His eyes was only set on the finest of honey. Divine or otherwise!

After styling up his hair to allow that raw fuckboy essence to be unlocked from those tresses of gluttonous gold, those emerald eyes would peer forward, locked in a bout of annoyance and but mild respect. “I believe you might’ve got something confused. Inazuma’s only had one head honcho in red on these streets, and it sure as hell wasn’t him. Ah.” He emphasizes, tongue lulled out in a way that burns and cements a cocksure attitude. In fact, this phenomenon was causing a gradual shift, two unknown women would find themselves joined by his side, willing allowing those arms to settle upon their shoulders, as another settled his comb away.

Step by step they’d walk on up to the Traveler, a prowler’s like gleam settled within his eye as he leans in, deciding to take a firm note of the competition before his eyes. Sheesh, people like never failed in making him sick. Where was that edge of the ALPHA to make them seek the pleasures and joys of conquest? Feminine sighs softly dance around them, only adding to that insufferable attitude of Tohma’s. “Someone’s gotta introduce ‘em to the future. You think a pearl like that clammed up within her pretty little realm needs a soft introduction? Oh no no no, y’see, I noticed that disapproval ya had buddy boy, ol’ chump. The sweet n’ serene Shogun of the dreams, she needs to know a thing about the future don’t cha agree? A racing heart leads to more types of history being made, if ya know what I mean.”

This got a sudden and near alien like shriek to escape from these girls. As if.. As if there was some hellish spell that locks and keys their wills in a unforeseen way.

“And you’re letting yourself be held back? Go n’ make me sicker why don’t cha. Ahhh, AHHH?!” Tohma’s voice suddenly flares, eager to squeeze out the fresh lemonade of intimidation if it could be managed. Though, deep down he knows it’d be no easy feat.

How could it be? To a guy that faced dragons, those pa-tooties, down to the goddamn Shogun herself. Lil bastard here could be a badass when he felt like it!

Suddenly tugging the girl’s away, he’d allow his infamous pose to strike, a position that drops many of the citizens on their knees as the presence alone demands attention, stirs praise, on top of making many of those kimonos ‘innocently’ pop from the mere sight. Bouncing curves always surrounded this scene, Aether!

”I’m in the finest skin of Inazuma. Any lady, highlly divine or not will fine this lap the perfect throne here. Y’know it’s good when I’m even having havin’ the good ones consider or straight up layin’ down those wedding rings!” Oh the thought of it all makes such a sinister smirk derives upon that very face.

And oh so naturally, they were EATING. IT. UP. This was some fresh Inazuman cuisine in the form of a man!

“So why wouldn’t I walk that walk baby? Tohma time is a well respected ritual around here! Why ya think they have the Guuji up prepping it up for each day? A lil sugar for that foxy mama goes a long way too.” TRUTH OR LIES!? Exactly where was this deplorable man getting such insane angles? Were they to be believed in such an instance? Squeezing at the air as if they were the boobas of Ameno he held in his grasp, a pompous snort escapes from him all the same.

“But ey? You know as they say, the crown of a king can get their share of answers. So why don’t try stealing it if you’re that damn desperate?”

@risingsol

#risingsol #| Tucked Letters #why are my hands like this #LMAO

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dzthenerd490 · 1 month

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Addendum X-28 part 1

Agent Cortez was only supposed to be in Japan for a short while, apparently the GOC was increasing its activity in the country and the higher ups didn't like it, so they send agents in like him to see what was up. He wasn't a part of any major operations though, he was on civilian surveillance, ensuring the veil of secrecy was maintained while the others did the real work. Originally that did bother him a lot but now he was mainly glad he didn't have to do the hard and often horrific shit they had to do. So even if it was a layman's job at least it was easy and nonlife threatening at all. Or at least that's what was supposed to happen.

Suddenly an earthquake hit the entire city and not long after, anomalous creatures started bursting through the ground and eating people. They were big but not necessarily large enough to be considered LSA's more like giants. Though that didn't deny how deadly they were, Cortez got out his Foundation pistol and shot a few only for the bullets to bounce off or for them to barely break the skin. The monsters were tough and unfortunately fast, so he couldn't do anything else but keep firing while running, hoping for the best.

Finally, things calmed down when he made it to a parking garage, there he made sure to hold the fort while directing other survivors in. Though he didn't have much luck as a majority of the survivors he did find just ended up getting eaten by monsters that passed by. Cortez then stopped trying to flag survivors in as it was seeing more and more hopeless. The worst part is that he wasn't even receiving an update on what was going on. Though the unfortunate easy explanation for that was that this was happening all over the world, meaning the Foundation would be too busy to help him or any of the other agents within Japan.

"Augh! I think we'll be safe in here! Get a grip doormat!" However, to Cortez shock two local school kids did show up, one looked to be a ruffian and the other was a short kid that looked to the be the victim of bullying. Cortez sighed, but it was better than nothing thought he couldn't be sure that they weren't secretly GoI members or anomalous humanoids. He raised his pistol and pointed it at them as he revealed himself.

"Hey! Keep still and put your hands up!" Both boys quickly raised their hands in fear and confusion though the blond one seemed to hesitate more.

"What the hell? Where did a tourist get a gun?"

"Keep your hands up! Do it or I'll shoot!"

"Hey Mexican! You really think you can get away with shooting someone in Japan? Guess that's all you Mexicans know how-" Cortez shot dangerously close to the kid's foot making him back off in fear.

"First of all, I am not Mexican I am Latinx. Second of all, you need to show some goddamn respect for your elders, boy!" The blonde kid was obviously scared, but he still felt like he had the high ground, so he faced Cortez with a cocky smile.

"Why don't you suck my dick you foreigner?" Cortez just glared at the ruffian in disappointment.

"How about I do you one better?" Cortez then kicked the ruffian in the balls making him fall to the ground and crouch in pain. The other boy backed up in fear to which Cortez lowered his gun and gently raised his hand.

"Hey, hey! It's okay kid, I'm not going to hurt you. That jackass was bullying you right? I just hit him because he was being a ruffian, you don't have to worry about me doing the same to you." The boy still seemed fearful but calmed down a little though he kept his distance from Agent Cortez. Cortez understood this and kept his distance as well though he tensed up again when he saw two shadows approaching them. He quickly raised his pistol and ran over to face them.

"Freeze put your hands up!" It turned out to be another two kids who thankfully complied this time.

"Oh... Sorry about those kids, you can't be too careful with those things outside."

"Woah, what's a foreigner doing with a gun?"

"Hey! Don't call me that, Call me Mr. Cortez or just Cortez, okay?"

"Uh, yes sorry Cortez-San."

"... Good enough."

"Ah! Is he okay?" Cortez then turned back to the ruffian who was still on the ground but slowly getting up albeit in pain.

"Ugh, yeah don't waste your time with that jackass, he's a ruffian through and through."

"Gah! Screw you, you dirty Mexican! Once the JSDF gets here their going to arrest you and your cartel buddies!" Cortez knew at this point that kicking the kid did nothing, so he just ignored him from here on out. However, Cortez did raise his gun again because a monster was currently standing behind the two new kids.

"Ugh, what's that smell?"

"It's horrible!"

"Kids. run now."

"What?" Everyone turned to the parking lot entrance to see one of the ogre-like monsters with blade arms and a hundred eyes.

"RUN NOW!" All the kids did as Cortez said while he fired on the monster, making sure to aim for the eyes. He managed to damage a few eyes, but he quickly ran out of ammo, despite shooting seven eyes the other hundred or so still looked at him in anger and thus the monster charged forward.

"KEEP RUNNING!" Cortez caught up with the kids and they all ran around the corner in hopes of slowing down the monster a little. This turned out to be a great idea as a car being driven by an already dead man hit the monster just as it was about to come around the corner as well.

"Alright! Let's keep running, the more distance we have from that thing the better!"

"I- I live nearby! My- My house is only 10 minutes from he- here!"

"Alright, nice one kid! We'll go to your house for now, better than nothing right?"

***

Thankfully it didn't take them long to make it to the apartment complex, once they were inside the short kid suddenly stopped.

"Alright kid, so where is your apartment." The short kid stood in a door at the front of the four of them. Though instead of opening the door he just remained silent for a short while which started leaving everyone with concern.

"... uh kid?"

"Come on, doormat! Take us to your house!"

"Hey! Back off, ruffian! Come on kid what's wrong."

"Hahaha... hahaha!"

"Uh... Kid?"

"I never had anything good in my life... I've been waiting for this day... For the world to change... for everyone who bullied or ignored me to die... AND NOW IT HAPPENED! EVEYRONE BUT NE DIED! GOD HAS GIVEN DIVINE PUNISHMENT!" The short kid then turned around and smiled saditicly at all four of them.

"The bullies, the ones who ignored me, even filthy foreigners! You're all going to die so I can be free!"

"You little prick!" Before Agent Cortez could do anything, Tadokoro kicked him down the hall making him hit the wall of another hall within the apartment complex.

"So what, Doormat? I'm also going to die for your divine retribution?"

"You just realized? Your next! LOOK!" the kid pointed to the left but there wasn't anything there, but when Tadokoro looked back the kid was gone. Tadokoro and the other three ran after him but by the time they caught up he was already in his apartment and locked the door.

"Shit the idiot locked the door."

"Now what do we do."

"Okay, relax kids, let me see if I can't break into one of these apartments and find us some supplies at least." However, before any of them could even move they heard something large crawling all around and getting louder with disgusting gargling noises.

"Wait... doesn't that sound like-?"

"This is the fourth floor... it couldn't be..."

"Kids get away from the railing!" Suddenly one of the blades belonging to the monster form before rose up and latched onto the railing. Then the monster raised its head and opened its disgusting mouth, ready to attack. It would have succeeded if the centipede monster hadn't shown up and grabbed it.

"What the hell?! I've never seen that thing before!"

"Is- Isn't that the monster from the school?"

"Shit it's huge!"

"Quick to the elevator!"

"What?! No kid! The elevator shouldn't be used during emergencies!"

"Shut up dirty Mexican!" Cortez growled in anger as he ran after the three kids, thankfully Nao ran towards the stairs. He was glad she was smart but that he was still going to have to drag the other two away from the elevator.

"Wait watch out!" Tadokoro and Akira stopped and not a moment too soon as they were seconds form jumping into the centipede monsters' mouth. Horrifically it opened its mouth to show several human bodies still being digested. Cortez shot its insides making it scream in pain as he grabbed the two and followed Nao down the stairs.

The entire way down was chaos as they had to constantly avoid getting grabbed by the hundreds of hands of the centipede monster. Finally, they got down but once there were out of the apartment complex, they were able to see the full scale of the massive centipede monster. Thankfully it was distracted by the blade armed monster and trying to find food within the apartments, so it didn't notice them. However, it did notice the short kid within his apartment and ate his body while throwing out his disfigured head.

"Fuck! Okay kids, come on while that freak is distracted!"

***

They ran for what seemed to be hours until finally coming across a suburban district which seemed to be abandoned of both humans and monsters.

"Ha... ha... okay I think we lost them for now... catch your breath and then we can get moving again." Akira and Noa nodded while Tadokoro just grunted at Cortez for taking charge. Cortez grunted at the ruffian, if we ever need a distraction, I'll be sure to use that racist prick as bait. However, his train of though was interrupted when Akira walked up to him and bowed.

"Thank you, Cortez-san for saving me back there. I would be dead if it wasn't for you and Noa." Cortez then looked back at Noa, and she blushed upon hearing him say that. Cortez smiled to his and stood up straight after catching his breath.

"Just call me Cortez kid, and it's no problem really, it's a part of my job to keep civilians safe form unseen dangers."

"Huh? Are you with the JSDF?"

"Ah, I actually don't know what that is. You see I actually am a foreigner, but I'm meant to investigate a potential danger in this area. Then this whole shit show happened so naturally all I can do is keep you kids safe and hope for the best form there."

"Huh... well thank you. I'm Akira Takashiro."

"Ah! And I'm Nao Shirasaki, thank you Cortez." Akira then looked back at Tadokoro in disappointment, who of which, remained silent.

"Hey, shouldn't you at least thank him, Tadokoro? He's the only one trying to save us."

"Oh yeah, and he's been doing such a good Job... fucking Mexican." Cortez then got up and kicked Tadokoro on the sides making him fall to the ground.

"I already told you I'm not fucking Mexican! You call me that or dirty foreigner again I will not hesitate to let those monsters eat you!" Tadokoro glared at Cortez seemingly still not getting what he was saying but kept his mouth shut out of fear.

"Wha- what is this?"

"Huh?" Cortez and Nao walked over to Akira's side and saw he was watching the TV of one of the homes. Through the broken window they could see it was showing the news of a dog attacking a couple.

"What the hell?! Why isn't this being broadcasted everywhere! How could they not be talking about the monsters."

"Could it be that they are somehow unaware of it?" Cortez started sweating in fear, he knew exactly why they weren't broadcasting this. Though it was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was good because it wasn't all over the world like he feared. However, it was also a bad thing as he was not made aware of it, meaning that some other organization managed to suppress the anomalous attack. To do such a good job meant they were a powerful enemy of the ACPA or worse the Global Occult Coalition themselves. If that was the case these kids and everyone within the affected areas were as good as dead. The Global Occult Coalition did have ways of suppressing people's memories but when it came to large scale operations like this, they normally either evacuated or executed on mass.

Cortez managed to calm himself down quickly, panicking would only make the situation much worse. He looked back to the kids and saw they were trying their phones for signal, though judging by their faces there was no luck, as to be expected. Cortez sighed, there wasn't going to be any backup and even if there was, they were either going to ignore civilians or kill them all to suppress the truth. As such, he needed to get the kids somewhere secured and safe, quickly.

"Hey kids, you know this area better than me, got any locations in mind that are secure like a blast shelter for earthquakes?"

"Uh... Cortez! Can we go to the Tachikawa train station!"

"Huh? The train station? Why?"

"Please my friend Miku might be there!"

"Pfft who gives a shit about your friends." Cortez then glared at Tadokora making him back off in fear. Finally, the ruffian learned to keep his mouth shut, took him long enough, Cortez thought to himself.

"Look Akira the situation is dire; I think it would be wise if we watch out for ourselves first. Besides, considering when this all happened, I really doubt your friend is actually there."

"Please! I have to try to find her!" Cortez just took a step back and sighed as this weighted heavy on his heart, he really did want to help Akira as he seemed like a good kid, but the boy was asking for the impossible right now.

"Cortez, it would be a good idea to listen to Akira." Cortez and Akira then looked to Nao who entered the conversation.

"If survivors are going to gather anywhere it would be there and the one Akira is referring to is actually very close. Wouldn't it be good to find more people, possibly the JSDF as well."

"Hm... Alright, fine but you guys do realize it's going to be a long walk and most likely we are going to have to hide form one or more monsters on the way there."

"Tch, god damn it."

"Hey ruffian! If you don't like it then go ahead and try surviving on your own." Tadokoro grunted in anger but said nothing else as he turned the other way in frustration. He hated them all, but he couldn't deny that not being in a group right now was a bad idea. However, before anything else, he looked up and saw another centipede monster crawling over the roofs and heading right towards them.

"Holy shit the monsters are back!"

"Huh? Oh fuck! Run you brats, run!" The four of them ran as fast as possible, Cortez reloaded his pistol and shot at the inside of its mouth hoping to scare it off. It screeched in pain but persisted in chasing them. Cortez saved his remaining ammo and just ran with the kids hoping to eventually shape off the monster. Thankfully Akira led them into an alleyway that was too small for the monster to follow them. However, the monster quickly crawled on the roof and tried to block them off from the other end. Thankfully Akira led them to another path in the alleyway away from the monster.

Unfortunately, it quickly used its body to crush the houses and quickly surround them again. Though to their surprise it didn't attack right away, instead it raised the upper half of its body in the air and released a loud and monstrous screech in the air. As it did this in the distance other monsters of the exact same breed were seen doing the same thing. There were so many that it was obvious this area was their territory now.

"Kyaaa!" Unfortunately, things only got worse as Nao was dragged by the monster so that it could eat her. Cortez got up and was about to shot at the monster's hands, but Akira beat him to the punch by beating it with a pipe. Cortez was shocked but quickly started firing when Akira got Nao out of there to keep the arms from reaching out in retaliation. However, that wasn't enough as it lowered its head towards them and opened its mouth. Cortez got in front of the kids and unloaded his clip at the monsters hoping to hit the eye, but it was block but all its mouth tentacles. The monster just punched him into the wall where he landed next to the kids and dropped his gun.

Cortez closed his eyes and braced to be torn to pieces as the monster advanced. Though as he kept his eyes closed, he realized a considerable amount of time had passed yet nothing happened. He opened them only to see the monster just staying still and not advancing on them at all. Actually, he looked at its eye and saw it moving around at incredible speeds and seemingly changing color slightly while doing so. He swore he heard something whispered in his ears, but it seemed to be a backwards recording. Then suddenly, the monster just left, it didn't growl or do anything else to them it just left.

"What the hell? What was that all about?"

"So, it just left? It already destroyed so much I thought we were going to die next."

"Ha! Got your gun!" Cortez, Akira, Nao then turned to Tadokoro who pointed the pistol he found at Cortez. Akira and Nao were rightfully scared while Cortez just looked at him in disappointment.

"Hahaha! Now you're my bitch you dirty Mexican! Now we go where I say we go, you get me?! Oh, and Nao, you're going to have to stay close to me okay, a pretty girl like you needs a strong guy like me. No one is stronger than the guy who has the gun after all!" Cortez just walked up to Tadokoro with his expression not changing while Tadokoro pointed the gun at him in anger.

"Hey! Stop moving you dirty Mexican! I'll shoot you I swear."

"Do it then, let's see what happens."

"Dumbass foreigner, just because my country knows peace unlike yours doesn't mean I don't know how to use a gun!" Tadokoro pulled the trigger, but nothing happened, it was like something was preventing him from taking the shot. Cortez then grabbed the gun and slapped Tadokoro across the face.

"The safety was on you idiot; you can't shoot with the safety on. Besides, didn't I already tell you I'm not a Mexican. I'm Latinx you idiot. How many times do I have to say that before you get it through your thick skill."

"Tch, just shut up you damn Mexican." Cortez then slapped Tadokoro twice in the face making his cheeks puff up. He actually let out a tear due to the overwhelming pain.

"I said stop calling me that!"

"Gyah! Okay, okay just stop hitting me you crazy foreigner!"

"IT'S CORTEZ"

"Right Cortez sorry!" Cortez sighed and turned around to face Nao and Akira again.

"You two, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, if it's not too much to ask-"

"Yeah, yeah, train station. Geez kid, you must really care for your friend."

"Yes, I... I have to find her." Akira noticed the particular word "her", he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, okay I get it, now come on." Akira was about to follow but Nao stopped him by gently grabbing his hand.

"Thank you for saving me, Takashiro." Akira blushed like an idiot and scratched the back of his head while trying to play it off as no big deal. The entire time Cortez and Tadokoro watched in disappointment.

"Hey lovebirds, just get rid of the broken pipe and come on already."

"Ah! Right!" Akira threw the pipe behind him and ran to catch up, but Nao didn't follow instead she seemed shocked by something.

"Hey, haven't you all noticed? Isn't it strange?"

"Huh? What is?"

"The pipe didn't make a sound when it fell."

"I... wait your right."

"Hey come on! Lets just go to the station aready!"

"Hold your horses we need to figure out why."

"Why what?! It's a stupid pipe who cares?" Cortez ignored Tadokoro and waved the dust away while walking forward though as he did, he felt an abnormal breeze and quickly stopped.

"Kids, all of you back up now."

"What why?"

"Just do it." They did back up and so did Cortez, finally the smoke all cleared up and in front of them was a large crater. It was so large it swallowed up several apartment complexes and was so deep it was pitch black inside. When Cortez got closer to look in he felt like he heard something whispering but couldn't make out what it was. He quickly backed up as it was probably an audio based Cognito Hazard.

"A hole?! Why is there such a large hole?!" Akira remained silent while Nao shouted in confusion and fear. Tadokoro on the other hand started laughing.

"Hahaha! It all makes sense now! A meteorite fell! That's where all these monsters came from... They're aliens! We've lost the city all of humanity has been lost!" Cortez knew that wasn't true, if they really were aliens then they couldn't have reached earth. the Global Occult Coalition, the SCP Foundation, or even the Eight Wings of Mekhane could have stop them with their space divisions. Though if they really were aliens that meant their space forces were already lost, or maybe they had exhausted a large among of resources to blast all the meteorites and even then, this one managed to slip through.

"God damn it there's just not enough information."

"Haha, I don't even have the strength to walk" Cortez looked to Tadokoro and saw him defeated and sitting on the floor. Cortez sighed but decided to leave him alone, he was a ruffian with horrible bigotry but he was still a kid so he just left him alone. Though as Cortez turned his gaze to Akira and Nao, he noticed that Akira had already gotten up and started walking away.

"Tadokoro, if you think this is the end, then keep sitting. Let's go Shirasaki, I need to find Miku no matter what." Nao looked at Cortez and Tadakoro but quickly followed Akira. Cortez sighed but smiled in relief and followed the kids as they would need his protection. Tadokoro quickly followed out of fear.

End of Part 1

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syrinq · 1 year

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in this one a train journey goes wrong several times

yippee! graphic over-the-top gore in my dreams once again! this one's from 9 october! woohoo!

in this one i go on holiday with a group of foreign transfer students or some shit. travelling exclusively by train & similar. and this all went wrong because we love travelling in stylistic stress

the 1st train we tried to take, left too quickly while a large half of the group was getting on. so the whole group got pretty much split in half. 2-3 students went to some administration office to spend time there, until we could take the next train to be reunited with the others. that ''next train'' didn't come for another 10 hours, so it essentially felt like we were in class boring ourselves out

we were unable to leave this office until 3pm, and then we had to hurry and gather everyone to run to our train. turns out it isn't a train. it's a goddamn tram. it still goes to our destination, it just takes a different route. the group, not knowing that it takes a different route, is on edge the whole ass time because of this

finally arriving in the city after a whopping 12 hours, we're reunited with the other half of the travel group. but, the joke is, in the city we had to take another train to get to our actual final destination.

the city train had an issue with its doors. they couldn't open properly, and because it was right in the city, there were 4839483209 more people waiting to get on. so, one part of our travel group gets in. then this city train has the audacity as well to start rolling and leaving. with 48392480 other citizens left, there were loud protests about it however.

so, the city train backed up a teensy tiny bit and opened the doors again in its stereotypical failing fashion. some more people got on. now this was really it, the city train tried to leave the 2nd time- but there were still too many people. and all these bitches pushed against the train to get in, like it was god fucking noface spirited away getting swept up by the waves of Feels or whatever

then, because of all these people heavily banging and pushing against the train, it ended on the wrong rails. so even if the doors opened again, there was too big a gap for kids and short people to get into the train. i was one of the shorties and the thought of jumping over the gap and getting into the train scared the shit out of me, because i don't know i could misstep and crack my goddamn skull open

so, hey, the travel group got separated for a 2nd time. good times. amidst this chaos in the city, some random kid's bag broke and the contents fell to the floor. which were lps toys. me, having nostalgia for these stupid bobble heads, help the kid with picking some up

but, one goddamn cocker spaniel, this mother fucker below

had the audacity to fall down to the rails. me, a sensible adult, decide not to jump down and grab it. the little kid insists she can get it, but surrounding citizens and i are heavily protesting against this horrible idea.

she jumps down to the rails anyway to prove it's safe. she grabs her lps dog. after holding it for like 0.01 seconds the kid's hit by a train like the speed of light and obviously dead. citizens are immediately crying out in shock. others are just standing still, and i'm just looking around and realising that this kid just splatted all over the station and we're now all covered in blood and meat and organs and whatever else. and the last thought i have is "ffs why did she have to get hit?"

awesome.

#dreamlog #SIGH.

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faetedforglory · 2 years

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💭 a bittersweet memory of ewan's for bellamy

sharing memories || accepting || @tumblestones

red eyes shined so bright with determination, a passion, there was an inferno inside of the teen that was blazing and refused to be extinguished. nanu's hand held onto his so tight-- sure, a fall from this height probably wouldn't kill him but it sure would injure ewan and this was a bitch of a situation given nanu's own predicament.

he'd seen the teen get injured-- blood surely pooling from the deep cut on his side, yet he still held onto ewan and refused to let go. ewan watched helplessly as teeth grit together and nanu started to try and pull him up from the edge of the mountain.

"it's going to be okay." absolute certainty, being dead set on the outcome. words ripped through ewan as a foreign faith consumed him. "you're going to be alright, i won't let anything happen to you."

a vow. the unspoken 'i would die before i let you fall' was ringing in ewan's ears.

this boy was a stranger. he didn't know a goddamn thing about ewan, yet he was putting himself through all this, pulling as hard as he could despite the certain pain tearing through his side right now.

why?

what did this boy see in ewan that no one else did? what could possibly be inside him that was worth saving when so many abandoned him and attacked him and left him for dead so many times before?

ewan didn't understand. he couldn't understand as he was actually pulled to safety.

the rookie was panting hard, clearly in pain, and yet? he didn't even hold his side to slow the bleeding. "are you okay?" nanu asked. "are you hurt?"

why? why? why?

ewan's lip trembled. warmth stung at his eyes and started to spill over. he wasn't hurt, no, just confused and overwhelmed. so many people would have let him fall. why didn't nanu? why was that outcome not even an option? why?

a sob rocked through ewan and suddenly there were arms around him, holding him tight, grounding him.

ewan never felt more safe than in this moment. never felt more like he actually mattered. never felt like he was actually a person than in this moment, in a near stranger's arms.

and isn't that a tragedy for a fifteen year old to have never felt that way before?

#( headcanon. )#{yes hi it's emo hours first thing}

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saintrocklee · 2 years

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♕ Doll ♕

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

♢ Kisame x you ♢

╰┈➤ P A R T T W O

18+; oookay this is some shit y’all. this is a mob!AU if you squint, mentions of a gun and all. rough face fucking, mentions of cheating (not on kisame or on reader) possessive talk, degradation, orgasm denial, choking, threats - just the whole nine yards. don’t be like our man here - make sure your shit is wrapped up tight! condoms save lives, people. this is a stand alone, unless i decide otherwise lmao. enjoy <3

The weapon in your hand is heavy, and you can't hear anything over the roaring in your ears. You've never felt anger like this, never felt this level of fury in your veins. You've been pissed off before, heartbroken even, but this. This was something different.

You press the gun to Kisame's forehead, watching it push into his skin, and snarl when all he does is just stand there and take it. Asshole, fucking asshole, had the nerve - the goddamn audacity - to just stand there and look at you like he's sorry. Like he gives a shit, like this hurts him too.

He wasn't even saying anything and he was still lying.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Your voice is steady, cold - that kind of chilly calm you feel before a storm. You're proud of yourself, the last time you saw him you were nothing but a mess of tears and pleas and uncontrollable hysterics, but now?

Now you had a gun to his head.

Serves him fucking right.

"We both know you're not gonna pull that trigger." His tone is soft, quiet - it's the same tone he used to take with you when he'd come home after a few days of being gone, when he'd tell you how much he missed you.

Fucking prick. Piece of shit asshole.

You cock the gun easily, and push it harder into his head. You'd do it, you'd pull the fucking trigger, and that would show him. Maybe then he'd hurt, hurt like you do - like you did.

You've moved on, you tell yourself, you're over him. You're happy here with your new house and new boyfriend and new job. The anger that’s burning through is just a product of his audacity - showing up here like he still owned you.

You've. Moved. On.

You arm is starting to shake and you grit your teeth. He was so much taller than you, and didn't you used to love that? When he'd come by and pick you up like it was the easiest thing in the world to do, walking around with you slung over his shoulder? Now you resent him for it, if only because of the angle you're holding your weapon - you can't hold out much longer, your grip is faltering, and you feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes.

God fucking dammit.

"Get out," Your voice is shrill now, and the cold fury that washed over you when you came home and realized he'd broken in was fading away, being replaced by familiar hysterics. You jam the gun harder into him, desperate to scare him into leaving, but he tilts his head to the side, almost looking annoyed. The barrel of the gun slips and is now resting on his temple.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doll. Give me the gun."

You bristle at the familiar nickname, heart beating up a storm against your chest. You could do it, you could pull the trigger and end him, and you should. He lied to you, the whole time like it was easy, and then left you behind. And now, two years later, he's in your living room - calling you doll, calmly talking to you like you weren’t seconds away from blowing his brains out.

As if he had the right.

But you both know you won't pull the trigger. It's why he was still standing there in front of you, like a statue, accepting his punishment with a brave face. He knows you don't have what it takes to kill someone, even him, because you're good. This side of you is foreign to him, but he still knows you at your core, and knows you’re all talk.

But Kisame isn't a patient man.

He came here to talk to you, to explain, and that's what he was going to do. He ignores the way his cock twitches in his pants, it's been years since he's seen you, and it's fucked up - but you holding the gun he bought you to his head was doing shit to him. He remembers how nervous you were with it at first, how you would flinch whenever you pulled the trigger at the range, how you felt pressed up against him as he taught you how to aim.

But now - the confidence and sheer rage on your face had his pants getting tighter and tighter. It wasn't his intention to fuck you, he just wanted to talk, but it had been awhile and the need to wipe that disgusted, resentful look off your face was taking priority. You’ve never looked at him like that, and there’s a burn in his chest, it’s molten lava working it’s way through his veins - he’d fix this though, he’d make you understand.

"Go to hell." You hiss and something dangerous flashes in Kisame's eyes. You go to move the gun back to middle of his forehead but he's quicker than you and soon your hand is empty as he expertly takes the weapon from you without so much as blinking.

"You done yet?" He's still so calm, his voice so even and monotone, and you watch as he unloads your weapon, tossing the pieces onto your coffee table.

"Fuck you." God, the rage you feel in that moment is all-consuming. His mouth twists into a scowl and something sparks in your chest. Finally, you think, finally he's reacting.

It eggs you on.

"Why the fuck are you here, Kisame?" You spit and he sighs irritably, running a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm not here to fight with you - "

"Suck my dick, asshole." You hiss and his eyes narrow. You know how much he hates being interrupted, and you love knowing that you're pushing all of his buttons.

"Listen to me, you little - "

"What? Bitch? You gonna stand there and call me a bitch, after what you did?" You take a step towards him and shove your hand against his chest. He grunts at the impact, and you can see the irritation crawling across his face, working it's way into his jaw.

Good.

"As far as I'm concerned, you and your fucking ugly ass gills can go fuck themselves."

It's a low blow, but you don't care. You know Kisame hates being reminded of how he looks - and while once upon a time you thought he was beautiful - now all you want to do is hurt him. He deserved it - for lying to you. He'd pretended to be someone he wasn't - someone who loved you, who made you promises, who you trusted. It had all been lies, a story made up to get back at your family - he had been using you, you were a job. Your father and brother were involved in some fucked up shit, and Kisame and his group used you to blackmail them. And just as you were settling into your happy little fairy tale - you'd actually found the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with - it fell apart.

It all came out, spilling from his lips like a plot from some fucked up television show, and god - the monotone tone he used to tell you was damning. It was like he was on auto-pilot, telling you everything, staring off the side - couldn’t even be bothered to look at you.The assignment was over and he was being called back. You remember falling to your knees, asking him to stop lying and saying such weird things, you had just bought an apartment together. You remember him on the floor with you, cradling your face, his voice breaking as he tells you he's sorry - it wasn't supposed to be like this. You remember begging him, crying, and then the anger. He was sorry? He was sad, voice cracking, as if he had any right to feel anything, and all you knew was the pumping of your blood in your own ears and the indescribable betrayal in your chest. You remember screaming at him, to get out, to die, and throwing anything you could reach at him. Glass covered your floor that night and you remember feeling good when a plate broken against his shoulder. He left and you moved and that was that.

But now - now he was back and you just wanted him gone.

His breath was becoming uneven and you recognize the signs. Kisame was getting angry, and while he always tried to keep that side away from you, he'd sometimes come back to your place buzzing with pent up energy and adrenaline. Those nights always ended with him fucking you into the bed, the couch, the floor. Those nights left your legs shaking, ended with bruises on your skin, your throat raw, and your abused holes sore and overworked. He'd always take care of you afterwards, combing through your hair and peppering you with soft kisses and even softer praise. You never understood why he was so worked up, he'd mumble something about work, but now you knew. He was out doing fucked up shit for fucked up people, and then would come home and fuck you into submission.

Fucking bastard.

"Watch it." He hisses and you can't help but smile. It's anything but friendly.

"Or what, you big blue asshole? What the fuck are you gonna do?" You shove him, and he takes a step back, jaw clenching. You shove him, again, and then you're yelling.

"You think you can come here and tell me what to do!? Fuck you! I've moved the fuck on, Kisame, so do us both a favor and choke. Fuck you and your lies and your disgusting fucking face - I never wanna see you again!" You're repeatedly shoving into him, hitting his chest with your hands, yelling so loudly you feel your face get hot.

"I hate you, I fucking hate - "

Your back is suddenly slammed into the wall and the breath is knocked out of you, head spinning. There's fingers on your jaw, pinching your cheeks together, and you open your eyes to see Kisame's face inches from your own. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, and he's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

"Bite me." The words are garbled from his grip on your face, and he moves closer - your faces almost touching.

"You are going to listen to me, you bratty little bitch. I came here to talk, like an adult, but if this is how you want it to go - fine." He squeezes, just a little bit, and you inhale sharply. It reminds you of before, back when you were together, and you're absolutely ashamed of the way your cunt clenches.

Bastard, bastard, bastard.

"I've spent almost two years, two fuckin' years, payin' my debts and cleanin' out my ledger - only to come back and find out you left." His voice is quieter now but still so angry, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Your words come out slurred, and you jerk your head away from his grip. He lets you go, the hand that was clenching your jaw coming to rest on the wall next to your head.

"I came back for you, and you were gone. "

A new spark of anger is lit in your chest, but it's not enough to drown out the butterflies having a field day in your tummy. You ignore them, favoring the anger, because fuck him and whatever the fuck he was talking about.

You've moved on.

"Why the fuck would I have stayed?" Your voice shoots up an octave and he sighs, like he's annoyed, and pushes himself off the wall, turning away from you. It makes you seethe.

"You left me. You lied to me, used me, and then left me." You follow after him, fury hot on your heels.

"I was in love with you, I was ready to get married. Have kids, make a family, all of that stupid domestic shit - the shit you promised me. And it was all a fucking lie." You hate the way your voice cracks and take a shuddering breath.

"And now, what? You think - you think you can just come in here and what? You think you have any right to be pissed at me? Like I owe you something? After you said we were going to get married, after you said you loved me - lie after lie after fucking lie, you didn't mean any - "

Kisame whirls on you then, catching your wrists as you go to shove him again. He pulls you towards him, his grip almost painful, and grabs your neck with his hand. It's not constricting, just enough to keep you still, and you hope to god he can't smell the wetness that's starting to gather between your thighs. You hated yourself for it, but deep down you knew you still belonged to him.

It was almost as sad as it was pathetic.

"Don't you ever," he clenches his hand around you and you gasp, grabbing his wrist, "ever say that shit to me again."

You blink, confused - why was he so upset - and try to kick at him. He blocks you easily, but his grip on your neck loosens, and you knock his arm away. But he's not done talking, and the next thing out of his mouth stops you in your tracks.

"I meant every word," his tone is hard and you freeze, staring at him with wide eyes, "every fucking word. I got my shit together and came back for you - only to find you here, with some piece of shit boyfriend, playing fucking house."

No.

"Liar." It comes out a whisper, and you hate yourself for the way you're folding. He stalks towards you and you're backing up, until you're touching the wall he just had you against.

"Get out." Your chest is heaving and your face is flushed, but not with anger anymore.

"No." His voice is so rough, and you dig your nails into the wall behind you. The air around you is shifting and you hate yourself for it. It had been two years but he was still beautiful, still absolutely breathtaking, and as much as you hate it - you’ve missed him. You feel your pussy clench and hate the way he starts to smile, like he knows.

"Get the fuck out Kisame, or else." Your tone still has some bite to it, but all he does is chuckle.

"Or what, doll? You hopin' that sad, sack of shit boyfriend is gonna come back?"

You scowl and go to slap him. He catches your wrist easily and you watch as his smile stretches to show off his teeth.

Shit, shit, shit.

"You're the sad sack of shit. Like I would believe anything you say to me, after what you did." Your voice is barely above a whisper and he leans in, lips ever so close to yours.

"I'm tellin' the truth, doll. You're the liar here." He pauses, letting you take it in, before -

"Admit it. You're still in love with me."

You shudder and shake your head.

Kisame chuckles, and he knows he's caught you. He knows you better than anyone, knows exactly what buttons to push to get you going. He knows what you look like when you're turned on and right now, he knows if he reached between your thighs he'd find nothing but sweet, sweet slick. Instead, he moves to pin your wrist above your head, other hand coming to brace himself against the wall.

"He fuckin' you right?" His lips dance over yours, barely there, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"He takin' care of you, pretty girl? Like I did?"

You close your eyes, desperately trying to hold on to the anger you felt when you first saw him. You had a gun to his head, for Christ's sake, and now you're melting into a nice little puddle for him.

God, you were pathetic.

He squeezes your wrist.

"You callin' me a liar when you're practically dripping for me, after tellin' me you've moved on?" His lips are on your ear now, and a shiver shoots down your spine. You're speechless, unable to do anything but let Kisame have his way with you. It was true, you were lying, and you hadn't moved on. You were still his, and he knew it.

"Bet he thinks you like it gentle. He looks like a fuckin' pussy - bet he can't even make you come." Kisame's hand leaves the wall and moves to cup your sex over your sweats and you gasp, hips automatically thrusting towards him. He growls and shoves you back into the wall.

Your jaw is in his hand again, and he's squeezing you while rubbing his palm over your cunt, groaning at the feel of your wetness seeping through.

You missed this, you think as your eyes flutter shut. He was right, your new boyfriend was nice - but he didn't know how to fuck you. He wasn't strong or confident like Kisame and you found yourself faking it for his benefit more often than not.

"That's what you need right? Need me to fuck you dumb again?" He's got your sweats pulled down now and starts stroking a finger between your folds, wetness coating it easily. "You're such a goddamn slut, spreading your legs for that piece of shit."

The pressure on your cheeks is brutal and the choked moans escaping your throat are whiny and pitiful. He shoves one, then two, fingers inside of you and starts working them back and forth, and you can feel every bump of his fingers rubbing against your fluttering walls. You feel him work the anger out of you, leaving nothing but pitiful need. You arch against the wall and grind against him, mewling loudly. He works you like this for awhile, your jaw clenched in his grip, finger fucking you into the wall. His thumb finds you clits and soon you're scratching your nails up and down the arm that he's holding your jaw with, choking out his name.

Kisame can tell you're close to cumming by the way you're writhing against him. He loved watching you cum; the way you'd flail against him, the way you keened about how much you loved his cock, and how tight and wet you got for him afterwards.

But he's still pissed at you.

Just as you were reaching your peak - you were so close, so close - he rips his fingers from your pussy and whirls you around. You cheek is crushed against the dry wood and you groan when you feel a sharp smack against your ass.

He's got your hair fisted in his hand and you hear him fiddling with his belt behind you. There's no warning, nothing to prepare you when you feel the tip of his cock pushing into you from behind. You slam your hand against the wall and gasp for air, you feel like you're being crushed, and all he does is chuckle from behind you.

"You forget how to take my cock, pretty girl?" He groans as he starts to sink into you - shit you were so goddamn tight. It had been so long, he forgot how wet and hot you were, how your pussy always seemed to strangle his dick to the point where it almost hurt whenever he first slid in.

"Does he fuck you like this? Up against the wall, like the disgusting little bitch you are?" He pulls at your hair, wanting an answer, and you shake your head as much as you can with the iron grip he still has on you. He continues to taunt you, groaning when your pussy clenches even tighter around him.

"You don't deserve to be fucked on a bed, not after what you fuckin' said to me. You think you can say whatever the fuck you want, huh? You think that's how this works?"

You moan loudly when he finally bottoms out inside you only to shriek and scratch at the walls when he pulls out and pounds into you. He's rocking into you with a purpose now, slamming his cock into your tight hole as hard as he can from this angle. He's thrusting into you so violently that your face is bouncing off the wall and all you can do is take it. You feel the beginnings of your orgasm come back and start whining incoherently. Kisame catches on and slows his pace, thrusting into you more slowly, and you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes as you're denied another orgasm.

"You really think" thrust "that you can" thrust "move on from me?"

You shake your head again and squeal when his grip tightens in your hair.

"That's what you said." Thrust.

"You said you moved on." Thrust.

"You wanted me to get out." Thrust.

"I didn't - I didn't mean - " Your words die in your throat when he pushes your cheek harder into the wall.

"Yes you did." Thrust.

"You called me disgusting." Thrust.

"You said you hated me." Thrust.

"I'm so - I'm sorry." You whine pathetically and he rips himself out from you. You throw your hips back, chasing him, but he turns you to face him and shoves you onto your knees. Your find yourself inches from his cock, glistening with your slick, and fuck - you forgot how absolutely massive he was. His cock was thick, twitching in his hand, and you could make out every vein, every ridge.

His hand finds it's way into your hair again and you watch as he squeezes himself, jerking off slowly for you.

"Show me how sorry you are."

You open your mouth obediently and he shoves himself down your throat, groaning at how hot and tight your little mouth is. Your hands come up to push against his thighs and he knows he's being rough with you, but he doesn't care. He was so fucking pissed at you for leaving, for finding some other sad prick to fuck, for not waiting for him. He starts thrusting his hips into your face, loving the way his balls slapped against you, getting off on the choking noises you were making around his cock. Kisame was going to fuck you stupid, fuck you hard until you forgot everything - the lies, the boyfriend, the hurt, the fighting - forgot everything but him. He'd remind how good it was, how perfect you two were together, how it felt to cum over and over again around his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

But before that, he needed to remind you of your place first.

“You think you’re hot shit now? Think you can pull a gun on me and I’d - what? Leave?”

Your eyes are rolling back and all Kisame can feel his balls tightening, he knows he’s going to come soon - but he’s not done yet.

“‘M not leaving you, pretty girl - never again - “

He pulls completely out of your mouth and you gasp for air, your throat raw and spit dribbling down your chin. Your eyes are glazed over, your cunt is practically swimming in juices, and you're panting, jaw slack from overuse. He commits this image of you to memory, hand gripped in your hair, face flushed from being fucked, before nudging your mouth again.

"Open up doll, I'm not done with that nasty little mouth yet."

He pushes his way between your lips again and you struggle to swallow around his thickness. He starts slow this time, pumping into you leisurely, and you grip the back of his thighs, moaning around him, thankful for the change in pace.

"That's it, that's my girl. Swallow my cock - take it all the way, good girl. You're so fuckin' pretty like this, my pretty girl on her knees for me again."

He works you like this, slow and steady, groaning your name over and over again. All you can do is take it, he's so thick in your mouth you can't do anything other than swallow around him and drool, spit sliding down your chin onto your throat.

"You're so fucking good to me - fuck, I missed you, doll. Used to fuck my fist - fucked my fist everyday thinkin' about that tight little mouth - shit. Would dream about you, dream about this - " he cuts off with a groan and clenches his fist in your hair, making you choke.

"Can't - shit, can't last like this - you want my cum, baby? Tell me, tell me you want it, I'll give it to you, I'll fucking - "

You moan, spit dribbling down your chin, and tighten your grip on his thighs. Kisame can feel his balls tightening again and kicks up the pace, groaning when you start to choke and gag around him.

"Fuck, I'm so close doll, I'm almost there - just a little more, you're so fuckin' good to me. Just a little more, fuck, I'm - "

He pulls out of you again just as thick ropes of cum explode out of his cock. He paints your face and neck with his seed, shuddering at how hard it hits him, hands meeting the wall to help steady himself. Kisame watches as it drips from your face and chin, running down your shirt and onto the floor.

"That's my girl."

You blink up at him, and Kisame feels absolutely wrecked at the sight of you on your knees with his cum covering your face. You go to wipe your face with your shirt but he catches your hand and pulls you up. Your legs are shaky and your throat is raw from being fucked, so you don't protest when he lifts you - only to deposit you onto your bed with your legs hanging off the end. He lowers himself to his knees, hands gripping your thighs, and pulls your legs apart.

Now, it was his turn to say sorry.

#kisame x you #kisame x reader #kisame x y/n #kisame x oc #kisame hoshigaki #kisame smut #naruto fanfic #kisame fanfic #WHEWW okay i got this out of my system FHJKDFJDD

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fireofjudgement · 2 years

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Alice in Borderland Valentine's Day special hc's

Niragi:

(I don't think I have to say that this one contains nsfw content)

Pre-Borderland

okay where do I even start with this guy

before he met you he did not do relationships

he did not do anyone in fact

he spent most of his time running away from/avoiding people

used to being ignored at best and bullied at worst, he didn't even think about trying to ask anyone out, much less someone like you

way out of his league in every possible way

so you took things in your own hands and made the first move

and the second..and the third

much like Chishiya getting Niragi to open up to you was a challenge

he wasn't used to kindness and love? That was a completely foreign concept for him

so when you finally managed to break through his walls and make him trust you enough to let you call him your boyfriend, you were taken by surprise at how..passionate he was

whether it was love or hate, he gave it his 100%

and luckily for you, all he felt around you was love

on a good night you got 101%

valentine's day was not a special day for either of you

Niragi knew that the best gift he could give you was him

why waste the night going to a restaurant or a theater when you both had better things to look at and taste?

why waste the energy on empty promises when you can put your mouths to better use?

you'll need that energy the next day anyway, walking and sitting might get quite difficult

While in the Borderland

Niragi was one of the people who experienced the most intense makeover after arriving at the Beach

a new look, a new gun and newfound power

it was safe to say he was a completely different person

you didn't know him but goddamn, did you want him

his new image was driving you insane

he became confident and dominant, you didn't even get a chance to take the initiative anymore

needless to say your sex life changed completely too

between the new look, all the adrenaline and stress that came with living in the Borderland and the fear of either of you dying the next day, your experience became so much more intense

if you thought he was giving you his 100% before, now you were in the thousands

if there was even an appropriate scale

even with all the people around him who you knew wanted him as badly as you did, you felt safe

his eyes were always on you

he wasn't the only one allowed to change his looks, right?

becoming the hottest couple at the Beach wasn't your intention, it just sorta happened

one thing didn't change though, you still didn't think much of valentine's day

neither of you was planning to attend Hatter's stupid party, not even for the alcohol

you had much more interesting plans for the night anyway

and the next morning

afterall valentine's day can be every day, right?

#alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland x reader #niragi alice in borderland #niragi suguru

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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what am i supposed to do?

is this my first lester-centric bit? maybe it is (even though i cant help but talk bout the terrible twins). i love @early20sfailingplenty dearly which is why i am inflicting this on her. this is a sort of dark!lester i guess? a lester who knows the twins are fucked up but isnt going to do anything about it. warning for angst and murder mentions.

Lester loved his brothers, he supposed, as much as anyone loves their family.

The sun is still barely above the horizon as he leaves Ambrose, having left the twins with a racoon he'd scrapped up off the road about 10 miles outta town. It was still in fairly good condition and not even close to the meat spoiling in the sun. It'd feed them for a day or so.

Lester had to skin and debone everything for Bo and Vincent or else they'd never eat it, both too squeamish to even go near the carcass let alone prepare it for cooking. So, Lester does it, out in the yard while the twins watch from the back door. Bo gags and Vincent laughs, before catching sight of the entrails that Lester is pulling from the inner cavity and turning away.

He warns them about cooking the meat properly and they grumble in response.

(We're not children, they say.)

Lester smiles cheerily and hops down the steps of the front porch, jumping in his truck and pulling away. Bo and Vincent watch him from the door, absently elbowing each other as they struggle to fit both of them in the door frame.

Lester glances up at the rear-view mirror a few times as the house fades into the distance and finally his smile can drop. He leans back heavily in his seat, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel.

The shit he puts up with.

There was a long day ahead of him. Hours of back-breaking labour, and for what? Minimum wage and the pick of the roadkill?

It was a shitty job, for shitty pay, and people always had to voice their shitty opinions on the matter. But it was more than that, always had been. He got this job when he turned 18 and he couldn't stand being at home anymore. He worked for six months before he saved enough to buy a run-down trailer and get the hell outta dodge.

Even when he ached to the bone and his electricity got cut off, it was better than Ambrose. Better than the loneliness of a dwindling town and a house that felt like a foreign land.

Lester loved his brothers, he supposed, but more than anything, he felt sorry for them.

They weren't ever going to get away. Ambrose had a hold on them, like it did for anyone who stayed too long. But Lester wasn't stupid, not in the slightest, and he got out while he still could.

After the twins finished high school, Bo was borderline agoraphobic. Whether he couldn't leave town, or was just happier not to, was up for debate. Either way, he never strayed more than 20 miles away, unless Vincent came with him. Vincent himself wasn't much better, moody and sullen for weeks after he dropped out of college, but glued to Bo's side all the same.

When Lester was a kid, he hated the twins as much as he loved them. It was always Bo and Vincent. And then Lester made three. Except it was never three. Three was a crowd.

Now, he was ambivalent at best. Now he had a life of his own and he didn't need to third wheel with his brothers anymore. What did they have that he would even want?

They lived in a goddamn ghost town, surrounded by corpses and barely surviving. They were letting themselves rot away and they didn't even notice. Or didn't care. Happy to while away their days, talking in a language no one else could understand and making plans they knew they'd never be able to fulfil. Lester didn't know anymore. Didn't care anymore.

How could he?

He did his bit to placate them. Lured people in and kept the twins fed, in more ways than one.

Lester could spare them some time, he supposed, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't trapped. That the town hadn't gotten him. That the twins, in all their ruthless, reclusive, self-sabotaging glory, hadn't got him.

No, they'd never bring him back. Not now.

#lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #man idk what this is #i just got the thought in my brain of lester being lowkey smug about how he'd got out of ambrose #whilst bo and vincent are so obsessed and reclusive and co-dependent #lester is actually kinda out here thriving #this is defo to an extent a dark au for les #like irl i think he really loves the twins #but just by virtue of their dynamic #he is never as involved with the whole thing #or with them #as they are with each other #they think they could live without him but they cant #and lester knows it so it makes him feel just the tiniest bit superior #lester deserves better #erika you get tagged just because who else am i to inflict this on #and you fuelling my brain rot for les ?? ily dearly this is the thanks you get #im sorry #this city's cold and empty

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2jaeh · 3 years

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THREE DAYS I LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots.

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different.

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now.

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job.

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel.

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume.

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys.

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys.

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip.

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically.

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him.

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach.

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle.

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running.

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care.

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it.

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face.

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside” you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.”

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway.

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him.

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you”

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him.

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you.

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist.

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit.

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator.

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple.

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent.

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms.

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.”

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend.

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time.

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in.

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman.

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end.

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention.

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher.

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table.

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip.

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before.

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night.

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this.

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips.

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?”

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more.

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded.

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you.

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously.

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat.

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after.

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours.

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile.

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest.

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

#taeyong smut #nct taeyong #taeyong scenario #taeyong drabble #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct127 smut #nct127 scenarios #kpop smut #lee taeyong #superM #nct 2020 #nct reactions

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cher-writes · 3 years

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Silver Screen / Silver Pole | Robert Sheehan x Reader (18+)

Summary: A night of celebration in a LA strip club takes an interesting and unexpected turn when a contrarian actor winds up offending the wrong stripper. But night is long and the possibilities are endless, where will it take them?

Word Count: 7.3k

CW: Mention of sexual harassment, Consensual slapping, NSFW smut

A/N: This one is surprisingly not bloody at all and the smut isn't wild either so like most everyone can read it. Although it's emotionally very heavy. So, get ready to feel some shit. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

Special thanks to @crisis-of-joy for being there for me the whole month I took to complete this emotionally taxing fic and also for being my kind beta reader & editor.

Burning on it’s way down, the third glass of whiskey finally gave her some life she desperately needed. Deafening music throbbed throughout her veins, drowning the club in the background. She wanted to drown with it too but she couldn’t, she was there to work and rent for the month was already due. The fourth glass was on the verge of meeting with her bitter mouth when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t drink so much, you’ll trip on the stage,” Coco practically shouted in her ear. Coco was the only friend she had in that goddamn place and It wasn’t a very rare occurrence that Coco had to drag her blackout drunk body out of the club. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she had a problem. Considering that she was already on her third strike of the month and the third drink of the night, Coco knew better than to let her get drunk this early.

“I can’t stay here and be sober at the same time,” she shouted back at Coco, “especially after...nevermind,” but decided against talking about it and instead focused her energy on finishing the fourth glass, which was gone just as quickly as the words stopped coming out of her mouth.

She could read the concern on Coco's face and sense the questions brewing behind it as Coco spoke up, “I want to know what the fuck is up with you but I have to go now, Caleb came home from school hours ago, it’s pretty late and I have to cook him dinner.”

“What happened to Larry? Can’t he take care of the kid? He’s fucking jobless anyway.”

“He got in a bad fight again. I can barely afford Caleb’s school fees and now the medical bills.”

“If only you had divorced him, you wouldn’t need to worry about it.”

“And if only you had been less violent towards customers, you wouldn’t be on the verge of getting fired. But, here we are.”

She furrowed her brows at this sudden sharp stab of truth by Coco and dealt with it the only way she knew how to, by ordering another drink. Coco crossed her arms letting out a deep sigh and said, “Look, I'm only trying to help you, (y/n). Sam wanted me to go up. You see that group seating in the fifth VIP booth? Up there. They are celebs and celebrating something so, ya know, good money. I said no cause, as I said I gotta go home, but I convinced him to let you go up there. It was hard given your recent less-than-favorable behavior, but I managed to.” Coco snatched the already empty glass from her hand and continued, “So stop drinking, go up there and get that money. And for the love of God, behave yourself or this might be your last night here.”

Giving her hand a quick but tight squeeze, Coco got up then soon after disappeared into the crowd. She thought to herself about how a last night there wouldn’t be so bad if she could afford it, and wanted another drink immediately to kill that thought, but Coco's words haunted her ears. She looked over her shoulder to see three men sitting in the booth, laughing.

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Her head was in a violent swirl, vision blurry. She was way too drunk to be spinning around the pole, but she had an audience to entertain and had no one but herself to blame.

When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste, the song was thudding against her skull. Pulling herself together, she counted every second, waiting for the song to end. She could feel the eyes on her, sticking to every bit of her, just as invasive as it was the very first day yet, she couldn’t care less. She had to live through it if she wanted the money and she needed the money if she wanted to live. The room was dancing circles around her as the tips came flying in, she kept counting the seconds, sliding down the pole, and your knee socks.

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She was swaying dangerously on her way down from the stage. If the song didn’t end when it did, she would have thrown up without a shadow of a doubt. At that point, she didn’t even know how or what she danced, only the awful sickness in her stomach let her know that it was more than she could take.

She needed to chat up the men, try and convince them to buy a champagne room before the next song came on, which she feared was way too soon for her liking. Nevertheless she tried to steady herself but the big glass platforms messed with her earnest efforts, nausea kicking her in the stomach once again, letting her know of her limits.

She didn’t ever really look at the men who sat in front of her, leering at her, they all looked the same, smelt the same and talked the same. So she followed the same old routine, bending down just enough to give them a view up her tits. Pressing her arms closer, she slurred, “What are we celebrating, gentlemen?”

She absolutely hated how she sounded pandering to men, two pitches higher. “My friend over here landed a role in a Spielberg film!” the middle one spoke up and pointed to the one sitting on the right side. The one in question grinned in response and repulsion licked the back of her neck at the sight of that. Yet she needed to please him, “That’s amazing! I’m sure I’ll be seeing your face on the billboards everyday now while driving,” she said and fantasized about having enough money to burn down all the billboards in LA and maybe LA with it too.

“Hell yeah you will!” the one in the middle spoke up and broke her reverie so she pretended he was supporting her fantasy instead. “Oh please! Speak for yourself!” the one on the right perked up in his seat and continued, “He’s literally working with Fincher AND he got engaged!”. The one in the middle gave a revolting smirk at the very humble revelation of his accomplishment and it was enough to turn her stomach or maybe it was the alcohol, she couldn’t really decipher.

“Oh really?” she looked at the man, tilted her head and said, “And you came to a stripclub to celebrate your engagement?”, her face deadpan. Notes of contempt stuck out like thorns from her voice, making her sound way more intense than she intended to.

He tensed up visibly at her sudden razor-edged tone and, even though she didn't want to, she had to ease the situation. I can’t piss off these bastards again, she kept repeating to herself like a mantra. “Boys will be boys!” she said, not being able to think of something better that wasn’t inherently insulting, and laughed the most disgusting laugh of her life. If she could she would pour gasoline down her throat just for uttering those words.

She couldn’t bear to linger at that conversation point anymore so she turned her attention to the man sitting on the far left. He looked distant and foreign, staring but not really looking at her. There was a peculiar absence behind his distinct green eyes, which she would even call beautiful under different circumstances. And that, something about that absence, made her want to zero in on him.

“And what about you? Did you win an Oscar or something?” mockery ringed clear in her voice, which brought his attention back to the presence. Startled slightly, he straightened his posture while saying, “No, not really... not yet at least,” he smiled sheepishly and continued, “I’m just here with them”.

“Come to think about it, I’ve never really seen you anywhere,” she said without thinking too much. In fact, she didn’t really pay enough attention to how he looked to recognize him even if she did.

Something intense flashed his eyes for a brief second. She couldn’t quite put her fingers on what it was but she could feel the energy shift very quickly between them.

“Oh I’ve been in things but I’d be surprised if you did see any of them,” his voice now stripped of the delicacy it previously held. She could feel the air between them getting unusually heavy, his words penetrating through her skin a bit too effortlessly, a bit too swiftly that it was unsettling.

“And why exactly would you be surprised?”

“You know...cause people like you don’t usually watch the kind of films I do.”

“What do you mean by ‘people like me?’”

“You know...people of your...stature,” he trailed off. Blood rushed the back of her neck as soon as the words hit her ears. She could feel her vision burning, a hot wave washed the crown of her skull, something unruly building at the base of her being. Clenching her jaw so as not to let it take over her, she said, “Stature huh? Fancy! I reckon from your accent that, wherever the hell you’re from, people get a kick out of looking down on others with such wispy language.”

She could sense the same unruly substance dancing behind his chest, but he was far better at keeping it on a leash.

“I wasn’t looking down upon you. What I was merely getting at is that some people aren’t cut for apprehending particular types of films,” he sounded snarky but calm, the type of calm that’s tainted with scorn, which only sent ripples of rage down her ribs.

“Oh so you think just because I’m a stripper by profession that I wouldn’t understand your low-budget dumb indie movies?” she was getting visibly worked up now. Traces of her seductive posture vanished long ago but there was a new hostile energy flowing through her stance.

“I didn’t say that -”

“No, of course you didn’t say that, you only meant that. You meant what you think and every one of you think that we aren’t people with brains and emotions. No, no, we’re just sacks of meat to ogle at in exchange of money, and then grope when you can’t keep it in your pants.”

“I think you're trying to put words in my mouth, this is -”

“God! you think you’re fucking better than me, don’t you? You contrarian little shit!” she could feel it in her bones. She knew what was coming. There were people behind, or maybe beside, her, trying to talk to her, probably. She could hear no one, not even the previously unbearable blaring music. She had tunnel vision and it was fixed on him. The air she breathed chafed her nose. Her nerves thumped as her heart leapt at irregular rapid intervals.

“Excuse me! but i neve -” he said as his body went alert. Posture anticipating something violent, flight or fight.

“You think you're better than me because I'm a stripper and you got enough money to buy me?” her voice was icy as she spoke, “You LA people are all the fucking same. You get a little money in your pockets and you think you own the world and anyone who isn’t jerking off to your pretentious bullshit isn’t worthy enough to deserve basic fucking decency. Huh is that it?” she quickly jumped on top of him, straddling him.

He was frozen under her as she leaned in and murmured, “Well then allow me to show you”, she pulled away, her left hand clutching his shoulder as right fist rose the air, “HOW FUCKING BETTER THAN ME YOU ARE!” then her fist crashed on the side of his mouth with all the force she could muster, releasing a knot built in her chest since she checked in with the manager in the evening. Hot, sweltering adrenaline was coursing through her veins.

The impact resulted in him burying his face in his right shoulder so she grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to face her. His lips were starting to swell up so she decided to help it. His eyes went blank as her fist met his face once more.

Involuntarily, her hand was raising in the air again when she felt a strong pull from behind. The security guard, twice her size, yanked her away from him. People gathered around them staring at her, the music stopped to her relief. The guard twisted her arms behind her back, enough to leave bruises that’ll sting for days to come. She couldn't move, her sight went hazy yet she felt this strange cool serenity soothe her tensed muscles. His friends were crowding him, probably consoling him. She could neither hear them nor make out their faces from her almost closed eyelids. She was pretty sure she was falling asleep in the guard’s painful hold until she heard a certain voice and the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

“What the fuck! She’s at it AGAIN? Sir, I'm so sorry -” Sam, the manager’s voice pierced her ears as he rushed into the booth. As he was talking to them, commotion rose in the background. She could feel blind rage beating with every thump of her heart. If it wasn’t for the guard holding her in place, she would have skinned him alive by now. She was struggling to free herself when Sam turned to her and said, “You! That’s it!” pointing his left index at her. “I’ve had just about enough of your drunkass assaulting fine gentlemen. You’re fired. Get out right now! And be grateful we’re not reporting you to the police.”

Suddenly everything went quiet in her head. She smiled, nothing behind her gaze. Grinning ear to ear like a maniac, she said, “I’m fired? Aww what’s gonna happen to you now Sam?”. She cooed, ''Whose tits and ass are you gonna grab from now on? Stella? I wonder if she’ll compare to me though.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sam almost hissed at her.

“Ohhh right! Of course, you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she said while still tussling with whatever little strength she had left to loosen herself from the guard’s excruciating grip. “You don’t know anything about how you sexually harassed me day after day, how your disgusting, slimy little hands grabbed my body against my will at every chance that you got. You knew how much I need the money from this job and you used that against me to keep me silent, threatening to fire me every time I made even a sound. But guess what fucker? I’m fired now! And I’m gonna tell everyone about HOW YOU TRIED TO -”

“Take her to the staff room!” Sam cut her off, “NOW!” And, as soon as the words left Sam's mouth, the guard put his palm over her mouth and started dragging her back. The hand over her mouth muffled her screams and she glanced at the man, now with swollen lips, looking at her with eyes filled with, what looked like, concern.

As she was getting dragged, she finally managed to sink her teeth into the guard’s palm resulting in him withdrawing his hand just enough to give her a small window of time to scream at Sam: “YOU MOTHERFUCKER I’LL BE BACK AND I’LL PEEL THE SKIN OFF OF YOUR SCALP FUCKING SON OF A BITCH I’LL -” Before she could finish, her voice got cut off again and she faded into the dimly lit passageway at the back of the floor.

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The cherry of her fifth cigarette shone brightly in the shivering cold as the smoke drifted up in the air and sluggishly faded away. Mouth agape, her eyes meticulously followed the faint trails left after their disappearance. She wondered where they went, where she’ll go. If it wasn’t this late, and the water wasn’t so cold, maybe she could have gone for a swim in the ocean. If the water wasn’t so cold maybe she would have let it swallow her even. She was calculating the probable temperature of the hypothetical water she’d marry someday when the sound of slow approaching footsteps entered her field of perception. She would have preferred to ignore it but the, somehow already familiar, voice spoke up, “Hey erm...” and left her no choice but to look. And there he was, the foreign man with the swollen lip, looking culpable. There were distinct imprints of guilt in his voice as he continued, “I saw you across the parking lot…um I was actually just leaving with my friends,” he pointed at a black Mercedes parked at the far end of the lot. “They’re waiting in the car anyway so I decided -”

“So you decided now that she’s fired from being a stripper, she's probably a hooker! Lemme go ask the price she’s selling at,” her gestures and voice was comical, “you know, dude if you’ve got a kink of getting beaten up non-consensually then you’re really good at getting it cause I might just be up for round two.”

He stared at her for a good few seconds with a perplexed face, as if trying to process her stream of logic. When he started speaking, he sounded genuinely hurt, “No! Jesus Christ I came to apologize. Can you just not be defensive for one second? I’m not a monster ya know!”

His sincerity caught her off guard. She had about five thousand ways of dealing with assholes prepared and ready to go but an actually decent person? Now that was rocky territory for her.

“Well, uh, that’s a first. Go ahead I guess?” she shrugged her shoulders.

“I apologize for saying what I said back in the club. I shouldn’t have insinuated that you aren’t intelligent enough to understand my films just because of your choice of profession. It was really shitty of me to say that, and nothing can justify it either. And I feel like I caused you to be fired, that’s also weighing heavily on my soul and I don't know how to make it up to you. Just, I hope that you can forgive me and, again, I apologize, earnestly. Please tell me how I can make it up to you,” he said and looked at her with a rueful expression.

She was at a loss of words. It had been years since anyone apologized to her, let alone that sincerely. After a considerable amount of silence, she gathered her fragmented thoughts and spoke up, “Whoa, whoa man, chill. You didn’t murder my family or anything so calm down,” she held up her open palms, the cigarette almost at it’s end. “Apology accepted, okay? And don’t feel bad, I would have been fired sooner or later given my questionable behavior ever since I joined, so it’s not on your conscience. And I’m sorry too,” her index and middle finger holding the cigarette gestured at his lips, “for, um, punching you so let’s call it an even.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “yeah okay,” sounding clearly more relaxed than before.

“You know it’s a miracle how long it took for me to get fired,” she mused, “oh no it wasn’t a miracle it was sexual harassment, ah I see now. Wonder what Sam saw in me though that was worth not firing me for this long even though I pulled so much shit,” she took a long drag of her weary cigarette. “Maybe I've got a talent for getting harassed or something...who knows?”

His face tensed up again as he said, “That’s...not right,” eyes pooling with the same worried look as before.

“I was joking, chill. Humor is an excellent way to deal with most everything really, especially trauma.”

“I am sorry for what you had to go through, it’s gut-wrenching. Can’t you lodge a complaint to the police?”

“Going to the pigs? As a sex worker? Who just got fired for being drunk and punching a man in front of many eye witnesses? Now that was humor, you’re quite good at it actually.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Besides, that’s like one of the first things you gotta learn to put up with if you’re working in this business. As unfair and grim as it is, men, no actually, people don’t see sex workers as human beings and I’m just too obstinate to accept that simple fact, or maybe too much of a pussy, depending on where one’s priorities lie.”

“I…don’t know what to say.”

“There is nothing to say.”

It was just setting in for her how beautiful he actually was. His crestfallen face was graced by two stunning green eyes, lush unruly curls sticking to his forehead, sharp jawline kissed with a scruffy goatee and the swollen lip throwing off the symmetry just right to make him look captivating, to say the least. In the chilly December ambience his face was a soothing sight to her eyes, his sweet voice kind to her drudging ears, his presence warm to her existence. And she wanted to hold onto the warmth, just for a bit longer.

“You said you wanted to make it up to me, right?” she said as the cigarette fell on the ground then died out under the crushing embrace of her cruel heels.

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“Well I'm Ro -” he said leaning against the passenger seat window, sitting half facing her.

“If you’re trying to say your name then don’t,” she cut him off quickly without averting her gaze from the road.

“Why?” he asked, staring at her intently yet without any emotion in particular.

“‘Cause it doesn’t matter. It’s better if we don’t know each other’s name. Names individualize people and that’s not necessary for tonight,” she answered nonchalantly as the neon lights of a passing by road sign illuminated her face and then faded into the past just as nonchalantly.

“Okay.”

She could feel his eyes on her, but it didn’t bother her, it wasn’t tainted. There was this unusual tranquility in the atmosphere of the car, this obscure but consistent serene rhythm. She felt a bizarre comfort in his presence and she could drive like this forever, on a never-ending road spiraling towards heaven or winding down pandemonium or just dissolving into the ether, with him sitting lazily on the side.

“Do you ever feel like that?” he spoke up absentmindedly, breaking into her almost fever dream.

“Huh?”

“The song, I feel like that often.”

She didn’t realize the radio was on, playing at quite a significant volume. She wondered if he had turned it on at some point and how long she was driving for without being present mentally.

This place will be the end of me. Take me out, LA. Take me out of LA, the voice from the radio filled the car to the brim.

“I don’t feel like that, I know that. I know I'll die here, kinda intrinsically...do you hate this place?”

“No, not hate. I just feel like I don't fit in here. It’s the way of life, it’s quite significantly different to what I was used to. The people and the city, it all feels hollow sometimes and every now and then i catch myself yearning for what I left behind me.”

“I see. Beautiful people and their beautiful problems.”

Silence fell in the car again. Except for the voice through the radio, Well this place is never what it seems.

“You don’t have to make small talk, you know. I'm fine with silence,” she said, finally looking at him for a brief second.

“Oh I know,” he was looking right into her eyes, unruffled. “I wasn’t making small talk, I just wanted to talk to you. That’s all.”

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The bleak fluorescent tube above buzzed in solidarity as the fatigued clock on the chipped convenience store wall dragged its hands and finally managed to tick at 2 am. The attendant was leaning on the counter, trying not to fall asleep when her voice echoed in the store: “$20 on pump 2.”

“I’ll pay”, he cut in, reaching for his wallet. “Okayyy...” she replied, narrowing her eyes at his benevolence and looked around the store which was significantly emptier that other nights. She closed her eyes for a second and the memories flashed behind her lids. She used to come here frequently, around this time, with someone when everything in her world was right, just right enough for her to not to seek out falling stars every night and wish for death over and over again. When she opened her eyes a shiny pack of Parliaments caught her gaze and she quickly gestured behind the counter, “Since you’re paying, can I get a pack of those also?”

“Sure”

“I remember surviving on those alone while writing my thesis papers,” she said wistfully, “good times.”

“You went to college?”

“University actually, but yeah.”

“Good lord.”

“But I had to drop out so I couldn’t complete my Master’s in Biochemistry.”

“Why?”

“Life.”

“I flunked out my first year of college so you did way more than I did in that regard.”

“Welp, look where that got me.”

“Don’t say that!”

“What?” she scoffed.

“Anything else?” the attendant interjected, visibly tired and clearly annoyed at their conversation.

She swiftly grabbed a lighter, “Can I get this too?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“That’ll be all,” she tossed the lighter towards the attendant and continued, “You’re clearly doing way better than me in life.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I meant that seriously. I’m the one who fucked up my life and that’s a fact. Say, how did you know what you wanted to do?”

“That’ll be $30”, the attendant interjected again.

“I don’t know. I started acting as a kid and it just seemed right. It’s all I've known really and I can't see myself as anything else,” he said as he passed the money to the attendant.

“I envy that.”

“I do sometimes ponder what I would have been if not an actor.”

“Wondering too much isn’t good,” she grabbed the goods and shoved them in her coat pocket, “It might make someone into me.”

She stopped right before the glass door, pulled the lighter out and flicked it on, “I’ll use it later,” she leaned in close to him with a frivolous smirk and whispered, “to burn this city down.”

He chuckled at her sudden gaiety, “I’d gladly assist.”

Pushing the door open, she continued as he followed behind her, “Did you see the way that dude rolled his eyes to you? He definitely thought you were with a blabbering hooker and to be honest, my make up probably didn’t help either. Oh well it's not like -” her voice slowly evaporated into the gloomy gas-station lights.

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“So beautiful,” he said with awe looking over the vast and apparently endless ocean which the full, eternal moon bathed with its silver glory.

She clutched at her coat sleeves as the chilly wind sent shivers down her body and said, “I know right? I’ve always found the sea to be peaceful during this time of the night.”

“It’s lovely, I’ve never been to this beach before.”

“It’s my favorite spot actually, I used to come here pretty often,” melancholia dripping from her voice. She paused for a little while as if going over a mental checklist and said, “let’s go sit down there,” and pointed towards a vague place in the distance.

They walked down the beach for a bit side by side, knuckles occasionally brushing against each other’s, making them want to hold hands, feel the warmth of another being. But the hesitance of the yet to be known, the uncertainty of a nameless stranger clouded their minds and prevented them from reaching out.

She stopped, sat down and gestured to him to do the same by tapping the cold sand beside her. He sat a bit too far for her liking so she huddled up closer to him saying, “You blaze right?”

“Sure.”

“Cool,” she said, taking out a small bag from an inside pocket of her coat, “keep an eye out for me while I roll it.”

They sat in silence as she rolled a joint meticulously. The waves kept crashing on the shore as if fulfilling some ancient duty. Wind rustled through the empty beach. Sand glimmered sporadically under the warm light of the moon, creating a transcendental atmosphere.

He sighed and thought out loud, interrupting the intoxicating stillness of the night, “Where do we go from here?”

“Other than plotting the murder of Sam, I don’t know about me,” she replied without looking up from the task at hand, “Don’t really wanna think about it tonight. That’s why I took you along with me. I wanted someone to keep me distracted from my thoughts and I had no one to go to...then you came to apologize, like my knight in shining armor.”

He smiled wryly and said, “I see.”

“What about you? What are you gonna do about your not fitting in or what was it?”

“I don’t know either. I just miss my people. I’m not meant for here, I think.”

“So can’t you go back there? To your home I assume?”

“I can...”

“Then go. Why the fuck would you stick around if you had the option to go back?”

“Maybe.”

“Huh! I wish I had a home to go back to too.”

She could see him from the corner of her eyes, clenching his knees tight with his fingers at her words, bringing them closer to his chest. She looked up to see him staring at her with his big, beautiful, hurt-puppy eyes.

“Did that make you sad or something?” she asked, almost amused.

“Yeah...yeah it did.”

His apparent empathy for a literal stranger who also punched him not so long ago struck her as odd and oddly enticing. He looked unreal to her in the strange moonlight, as if a remote but vivid memory. She felt as though if she reached out and touched him, he’d turn to dust and drift off with the wind. Those intense eyes and his fey beauty were getting too much for her to bear so she averted her gaze towards the ocean and said, “There’s no use for your or anyone’s sadness. You see, sadness changes nothing. Unless you can start a capital R revolution tomorrow, everything will be the same. It’ll be the same day with slight variations over and over again, things will repeat and go on and on and on until one day humanity just goes poof somehow and then the universe will go on as if we never even happened. There’s no significance of our lives, there’s no point in feeling sad about anything in this set up. One must always imagine Sisyphus happy.”

“That’s quite pessimistic, isn’t it?”

“Kinda absurdist actually, but It’s hard not to be pessimistic or defensive, when you have to lead a life like mine.”

“I understand.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do, “Glamour Boy,’” she said, licking the rolling paper.

He put his hand over his chest and feigned being hurt which made her laugh; a clear, hearty laughter. The beach echoed with a faint sound of the laughter of two stray souls as he joined in.

The joint hanged from her lips, sensual and reckless like an erotic magazine model, burning bright as she took a long drawn-out drag.

“Say, do you think the water is cold?” she said, passing the joint to him.

He took in a drag, inhaling some of her used up smoke with it too, tasting her cheap but obscenely sweet fruity lip gloss at the filter tip, “Yeah...very much so”.

She huddled up even closer to feel the heat of his body as he passed the joint back to her. Taking in another drag, she leisurely put her head on his shoulder.

The sedating smoke sank into their lungs as the sand anchored them from floating off in the elating static of the enveloping darkness.

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“Is this it?” she said, pulling up to a posh apartment complex, something she wouldn’t be able to afford even after paying off her debts.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied absently and unbuckled his seatbelt.

She was looking ahead at the road, expecting him to get out of the car, but he sat in silence. She looked at him and saw him laid back on the seat as if being consumed by it, tracing the edge of the left air vent softly with his fingers. He sighed and said, still looking at his busy fingers: “I feel strange and fucking awful.”

“It happens sometimes after coming down a high.”

“It’ll be a pain in the arse going to bed feeling like this.”

“I know,” her eyes travelled down the flow of his posture, giving birth to an urge of some aboriginal origin in her loins, “but you don’t have to.”

He turned his head towards her slowly, lethargy clear in his slow breathing pattern, “What do you mean?”

“Push your seat back.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He furrowed his brows, alarmed by her sudden gratuitous command. He looked at her; motionless as if not even breathing awaiting his compliance and her eyes glinted with expectancy. He pushed his seat back, as far as it could go then parted his lips to say something but before the words could get out, she virtually jumped on top then sat astride him.

A deathly stillness engrossed the car as her previous bellicose energy returned to the atmosphere, only this time rather ardent in nature. His heart, instantaneously racing, almost audible to her.

“You know,” she said taking off her top, “dopamine is a hormone and neurotransmitter that’s an important part of your brain’s reward system, and it can elevate your mood and make you feel really good.”

Eyes wide with surprise, he struggled to keep his gaze fixed on her face as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingertips snaked up and down his smooth chest as if caressing a sumptuous painting one is not allowed to touch. She felt his taut muscle tighten at her touch, veins kindled with a hot rush pulsing under. Burying her face in the hollow of his neck, she felt the heat of his body as she pressed her chest against his. His breathing picked up it’s pace even more at the contact with her flushed skin.

“Do you ever get lonely?” she spoke up letting her lips skim over his bare shoulder.

“Terribly,” his voice breathy as he placed his hands on her hips hesitantly, not possessively, but affectionately.

“I do too.”

“What do we do about it?”

“Maybe we don’t do anything.”

“Maybe.” he said resting his right cheek against her head, “or maybe we keep each other company.”

“But for how long?”

“However long we need to.”

A mirthless laugh rippled from her lips then through his skin. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, curious green mixed with an unfamiliar kind of sorrow, a sorrow too costly for her. “Lust and attraction shut off the prefrontal cortex of the brain, which includes rational behavior,” she said, knocking softly on his temple.

“Makes sense.”

Cupping his face, she stroked his swollen lips with her rough thumbs, making him wince in response. The purple bruise steadily forming on the side of his mouth marred his flawless complexion yet his allure only enhanced. Her thumb rubbed on the bruise with reckless abandon, his flinches testifying to that. Withdrawing her hands from his face, she left a light peck on the bruise and said, “Slap me.”

“What?”

“Slap me, come on, I'm giving you a chance to get back at me for earlier.”

“No!”

“Prude!”

“Hey! I just don’t want to hurt you, especially not as revenge or what not,” he sounded genuinely offended.

She leaned in, “But I want to get hurt, silly,” her lips ghosting over his as she whispered, “Endorphins are our body’s natural pain reducer and it so happens to increase when we engage in reward-producing activities, such as eating, working out, or having sex.” She pulled away and continued, “So hit me. Hard.” His adam’s apple bobbed up then down as he searched at her face, as if trying to find some sort of sign. His fingers dug in her hips, indicating the upcoming crude impact. Her palms laid flat against his chest as his left hand rose then crashed against her face. Her fingers curled in response as she gasped weakly, eyes shut closed but the tensity clear in the lines on her eyelids and forehead.

“Ah... that was good,” she said as if talking to herself, caressing her cheek. When she opened her eyes, she found him staring with uncertain eyes, the doubt readable in the way he bit his lips.

“Just like that, once more,” her firm voice ringed in the vehicle. His hand cruelly collided once again with her face, leaving her face warm and red.

“Good boy,” she cooed as the sharp sting eddied on her cheek and then through her whole body, easing her off some unknown yet intrinsic discomfort. Her chest pounded in sync to his as she spoke up, “Do it for me once again, won’t you?”

Pressing his teeth even deeper into his lips, he struck her once again, with as much strength as he had. A white light flashed before her eyes, her ears ringed as she sat in silence for a bit. When her vision became clear, she held his face between her palms. Leaning closer, she rested her temple against his and murmured, “Such a good boy.”

Sweat dripped down as her nose grazed up the side of his neck, she could feel him growing hard through his pants. She buried her face in his curls and breathed in. He smelt sugary, sweet to the extent of almost making her nauseous. She whispered against his ear, “You’ve got a boner...it turned you on this much to hurt me?”

“It’s, um, n-not really that part it’s the -” he stammered in embarrassment.

“Ugh men,” she cut him off and rolled her eyes playfully. “But since we’ve got a situation at hand, and you’ve been so good to me, I think you deserve some relief for yourself,” she said, tugging at his waistband. To which he responded eagerly, elevating his hips just enough so she could slip his pants off as much as possible. His head sank back into the headrest as her hands wrapped around his cock. Her hand gilded up and down his length as her other hand ran through his hair, pulling lightly. Resting his forehead on her shoulder, he quivered and moaned softly as she lovingly yet mercilessly worked on him. His breath hitched sharply as she stroked the tip of his cock with her thumb, making him groan and twitch under her touch. She was about to pick up the pace when he grabbed her wrist abruptly. “Wait!” he rasped, “I wanna...feel you.”

He panted, trying to catch his breath and said, “Let’s take this inside, there might be people around.”

“Why? Are you afraid of getting photographed with a hooker by the paparazzi, Mr. Actor?"

“No”, he answered, the same hurt as earlier could be heard in his voice, the type of hurt when one is misunderstood by someone they love, “I just - I just want it to be nice.”

“Let’s not make it too nice lest you fall in love with me,” she said sternly. “Besides, you should be more concerned about getting STDs. There should be some condoms in the glove box and also tissues for later.”

He brought his face closer to hers, looked at her lips and said, “You’ve got such a mean mouth, you know that?”

“And you like it?”

“Perhaps”, he replied then kissed her, deeply. Holding her face in his head, he bit her lips which made her moan in his mouth. After running out of breath she pulled away, still tasting his saliva on her tongue as he reached behind her and rifled through the glove compartment. Having found what he wanted, he turned on the radio then returned his focus to her; she was hiking up her dress and awkwardly slipping off her panties in the short space.

Heavy bass filled the car, I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust, as the sky started to light up with shades of azure and tangerine. Her tongue blended with his as she took his cock in her. Their bodies pressed and flushed against each other as a steady rhythm flowed through them. Her nails scratched his nape, as he kissed her neck, nibbling at her collarbone. Her head shot back as he thrust up into her, frantic and keen. His groans muffled in her chest, her moans melting into his hair as their hips clashed against one another.

Maybe I just wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

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The sparkling rays of the breaking dawn illuminated his face as he cleaned himself off and got dressed. She marveled from the driver’s seat at the magnificence of the sight of him in afterglow. There was something in him, something innate, that made him stand out from anyone she ever came across. He was made for the screen, he was made to shine, and she wondered whether or not he’ll remember her afterwards. It was for the better if he didn’t, she thought to herself, as this was probably one of the lowest points in his life, while that night was most definitely one of the highlights of hers. The sheer dichotomy was glaring at her soul when he spoke up, bringing her attention back to the present, “I was wondering if you’d like to -”

“Look if you want my name or number, then that’s just not gonna happen,” she said with a sigh, “It’s the oxytocin flooding your brain. Increased levels of oxytocin facilitate attachment and bonding and shit so, like, don’t be fooled.”

“But it’s not that, I feel a connection between us...something I haven’t felt with anyone here before.”

He averted his eyes from her and looked out the window. His hand lingered on the door handle for a second before he stepped out of the car. Turning his back towards the car, he walked into the apartment complex, without saying anything further. Her foot pressed on the accelerator, as the car drove past the buildings. A Parliament washed out the leftover taste of him in her mouth as she rolled down the window to let the nauseously sweet scent dissipate into the cold morning air.

“It is that. Believe me, I know. There is nothing between us. Whatever connection you feel is your hormones doing bullshit things.”

“You’re just evading me”

“I’m not. I do actually know. Okay, for instance you feel really tired and sleepy right now, right?”

“Yeah”

“That’s the parasympathetic nervous system down-regulating your body and a shit load of vasopressin coursing through you”

“But that could also be because we stayed up all night and got high and just had sex”

“Why don’t you understand? It’s all chemicals, everything! There is nothing called love and whatever the fuck people feel is just their chemicals doing somersaults. There is nothing between us, we don’t know each other. There can be nothing either, look at the circumstances. People like you shouldn’t have to do anything with people like me unless it requires a monetary transaction.”

“But i can help, with whatever you’re dealing with”, he said reaching to place his hand over hers, “we can help each other”

“and what exactly do you think i’m dealing with?, she asked, withdrawing her hand, eyes narrowed at him.

“I don’t know yet”

“Exactly. You don’t know anything. I’m not some sad little girl who went to college then got depressed but in a sexy way so maybe she did drugs or whatever and dropped out and now strips for fucking aesthetic reasons probably. No honey, I’m involved with shit that can drag you down faster than a meth withdrawal and my life is a living testimony of that, take my word for it. So, go get some rest. Sleep out your saviour complex and live out your promising life when you wake up.”

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Warnings: As we progress towards the latter half of the book, this is going to be more ANGSTY.

Please read the other parts of this book using links from the Masterlist.

Sunlight poured through the cracks in the blinds in your room, and your eyes slowly fluttered open, and you clenched them shut again. It wasn't because the light that was bothering you, but because you suddenly felt a bitter pang somewhere in your heartstrings, when the memory of the last night flew into your mind.

Your bed was empty, and Bucky wasn't there.

You had said some things, some things you never should have said to him, but you couldn't tell him you didn't mean it, even though you had tried to.

Now, maybe you had lost him; even before he was completely yours.

You sat up in bed, rubbing the remainders of sleep from your hollow, empty eyes and gazed out at the horizon. You would have curled back in bed, and never would have gotten out, but you knew you eventually had to go out and face the rest of the team.

Finally, you managed to pull yourself through a warm shower, and a fresh change of clothes later, you found yourself walking out of your apartment, making your way towards the recreation room. A part of you hoped you will find Bucky, and that you will try to talk to him.

The recreation room smelled like freshly brewed coffee, and cinnamon rolls. You could hear a light banter between Clint and a different foreign voice, and your eyes widened in recognition, Natasha Romanoff was back. You stepped inside, and immediately, the bickering died down, and the woman’s eyes turned towards you, her eyes finally softening in recognition.

“Y/N, what a pleasant surprise.”

You gave her a tight lipped smile; nodding your head in her direction to greet her, “ likewise. How was the mission?”

“Exhausting. Tiring. But nothing I couldn’t handle.” She winked at you, and finally, she closed the distance between the two of you, and engulfed you into a bear hug, much to the rest of team’s surprise, including Bucky who had just been noticing the interaction from far, from the couch were he was lounging.

“I didn’t know the two of you were close,” Sam commented, and Natasha only smiled at him.

“I met her at SHIELD. And we even went on a few missions, together. This one is piece of work. She can be a soft teddy bear, and a freaking crazy bitch at the same time.”

“Definitely.” Bucky mumbled, ending his word with a cough, to which your neck snapped towards him, and you gave him a cold look, a frown paving its way to your forehead.

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.” His words were harsh, and you flinched at those, only to take a step backwards.

Steve, who had been speaking to one of the agents by the door, finally having noticed the conversation, stepped towards the two of you and sighed, looking at you, and then at Bucky. He shook his head at him, knowing that he wouldn’t crack first, so he turned towards you.

“What happened? Between the two of you?”

You shook your head, albeit faintly, and forced yourself to give the Captain a halfhearted smile, “I don’t kiss and tell Steve, you should ask your best friend, and maybe give him a message that he needs to stop being a pig and at least speak to me.” You turned away and walked off, towards the kitchen to get yourself a mug of coffee and Steve only sighed, knowing that he was stuck between two of the most stubborn headed people, and neither of them wanted to crack. Maybe, he could try to talk to his best friend, like you had asked him to.

Bucky nodded at Steve when he saw the super soldier making his way towards him, and lowering himself next to him.

“The two of you, this is getting way out of hand now, Buck. I don’t get it, it was yesterday, when the two of you were –“ his face turned red for a bit, and he averted his eyes.

“Fucking in a goddamn barn, I know.”

“Jesus, Buck. You can say this subtly.” Steve shrugged, “Anyway, and today, the two of you cannot look each other in the eye. What changed?”

“Nothing, punk. It was just a one time thing.”

“Really? With the looks that the two of you have been giving each other ever since she walked through that door, Buck, that is not a one time thing.” Steve retorted, skewering his head to his left. When Bucky didn’t reply, Steve sighed, placing his elbows on his knees and joining his hands, looking down at the floor.

“You know Buck, we have known her for a long time now. She might not seem very –“

Steve really didn’t know how to describe you.

“You mean, she might seem to be a bitch?” Natasha chimed in suddenly, and the two men looked up at her, watching her as she plomped down on the other side of the couch, with Bucky now in between. “I couldn’t help but overhear the two of you, so I thought I should tell you, well Barnes, Y/N might seem like an outright bitch on the surface, pardon my language, Cap –“ Steve just rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment. So she continued, “ But she is a good one underneath all those layers of arrogance that you see.”

Bucky grunted in a low voice, and then shook his head, finally taking a deep breath. He didn’t know why he opened up, and for once, told them exactly what he was feeling deep inside, “Its not about that. It’s about how I am not good enough for her.”

“What?” Steve asked, his jaw almost dropping at his words.

“She does not need someone as messed up as I am, Punk. She needs a stable man in her life someone who can treat her the way she deserves.”

“Buck, you underestimate yourself –“

“You gotta be kidding me Stevie, you think I can be the fucking same man I was back in the 1940s? You think I can be James Buchanan Barnes? I cannot be that man.”

“Barnes, you two –“ Before Natasha could speak, Friday's voice sounded through their ears, and they all looked at each other, confused and suspicious.

“Mr. Stark wants all of you in his lab. There is something important he would like to share. And Miss Y/N, he specially requests you to be there.” As if on cue, you stepped out of the kitchen; with a frown on your face, your eyes meeting Bucky’s for a split second, before you placed it on Steve and Natasha.

“What the hell does Tony want?” You grumbled, downing the last bit of your coffee in one go.

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“What the hell, Stark?” Bucky was the first to enter his lab, followed by Natasha and Steve, and then you and Sam, the rest of the team following leisurely after the lot of you.

“This better be good, I just came from an exhausting mission, and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep,” Natasha commented, to which Tony just chuckled, and motioned with his index finger for you all to look at the holographic screen.

“I am sorry, Junior.” He turned towards you.

“Huh?”

“Well, Capsicle here asked me to look into this Wallis guy, and find out what I could about him.”

Bucky stiffened, visibly, and you noted his fingers clench into his side, his shoulders stiffening in response to Tony’s words. It looked like this was affecting him way more than what it was affecting you. You should have been the one writhing in fury, but you felt nothing altogether.

“Go on.” You stepped closer, your eyes now trained on the holographic scene.

“I couldn’t find much, but we did find two footages, and they seem to be from probably 2 – 3 years back, cannot be sure though.”

Suddenly, a video propped up on the screen. You could see five men standing on what looked like a dock, but behind them, there was a massive metal door. The men were dressed in black, neck to toe, and they had weapons on them. The man in the center; you could recognize him from the back of your mind.

It was Wallis.

“Tony, can we listen to what he is saying?”

“Ah, good question, Junior. We definitely can. Just give me a second.” You watched as Tony pressed a button, and suddenly, you started hearing muffled voices of the men, speaking to each other in a language you didn’t understand.

“Тогда это решено. Иди и забери ее и не подведи. Мы не подведем.” Wallis’ muffled voice rang through your ears.

“I don’t get it, what is he saying?” You whispered.

“Its Russian,” Bucky’s cold voice hit you like a sharp end of a knife, slicing right through your insides. Wallis never spoke in Russian, and you had no idea he even knew that language.

“Do you.. know what he is saying?” You looked up at him and he just looked away, averting your gaze. But he nodded.

“It is decided then. Go and get her, and do not fail. We do not fail.”

There was a shrill ringing in your ears, and you wanted to speak, but it was as though an imaginary hand was choking your throat. Finally, looking at Bucky through your beady, glassy eyes, you mumbled, your words barely making any sense, “Is he one of them? Did he send them there that night, Bucky?”

Bucky turned his attention to the screen, and the more he listened, the more his lip trembled, trying to mask the anger that was boiling up inside him. That one nod of his head was enough for your whole world to come crashing down. Those nights of absolute horror that you had witnessed; the nights you had cried yourself to sleep, clutching the onesies that your son once wore; the way you had kept blaming yourself for all that had happened. And it was all him. It all made sense now. It was around that same time you had been assigned an undercover mission, to materialize a search, and pull the curtains off from one of the HYDRA bases, that operated from Kyiv, Ukraine. And then this incident happened. It could definitely not have been a mere coincidence, that this happened exactly when Wallis wasn’t home. They had come for you that night, but had ended up shooting your boy. And Wallis had put the blame on you, that you couldn’t protect him; when it was that son of a bitch who had given those orders.

“You okay?” Natasha whispered, next to you. But it was Bucky who's eyes you were looking at; and who’s eyes were staring back at you, worry and concern reflecting from those blues.

“I will kill him with my own hands.” Your voice grew ten shades darker and so did your eyes, as they contorted into something venomous and dangerous, emitting no warmth, but only poison.

“Y/N we can come up with a plan –“

You raised your palm, cutting Steve off before he could continue.

“He is mine, Steve. I will be the one pulling that goddamn trigger against his head, and I will do it whether you like it or not.”

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“You don’t have to do this like this, Y/N. We all need to go with you. You cannot just leave.” Sam said the same thing for probably the tenth time that night. You placed the bags that you had already packed on the floor and turned to him. It was 4 am in the morning, and you would not have been caught leaving, if Sam wasn’t in the kitchen, trying to satisfy his late night hunger.

“Sam, I cannot have this discussion again, you know I have to go. And this is my fight. I won’t have you all fighting for me.” You spat through pursed lips, only to lift your bag again as you started walking towards the elevator, trying to keep the voices as quiet as you could.

“What about Bucky?” Sam called out from behind you and you froze on hearing his name.

You pressed the elevator button, and started tapping your foot against the floor, sighing.

“What about him?”

“Don’t act smart. Everyone that’s not the two of you can see that the two of you are in love with each other.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his words, skewering your head to one side as the elevator doors swooshed open and you stepped in, with Sam next to you.

“Bucky and I, we are two twisted, broken souls, incapable of love.” You mumbled, trying hard to keep your eyes fixed to the numbers that were displaying on the tiny screen, waiting for the elevators to reach the underground parking, when Sam just said, “Which is why the two of you are meant to be together Y/N. Two broken pieces when put together can form one whole.”

You stepped out of the elevator, but Sam stayed in. You brought your palm up, and waved him off as the elevator doors shut again and you were left standing there in the empty parking lot, alone; your mind going over and over again at the words that Sam Wilson said to you.

Two broken pieces when put together can form one whole.

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It had been three months since you had walked off without telling anyone where you were planning to go, and Sam had ratted you out the minute you left, waking Bucky up and telling him you’d left. He had screamed so loudly, yelling at him for why was he telling him this now, and why he hadn’t tried to stop her, that Sam had just stormed off, after getting into a massive spat with the Super Soldier.

He didn’t think you were ever going to come back, and a part of him felt that he had somehow drove you away; but he didn’t want to admit that he was going crazy, now that you were gone. The others didn’t try to talk to him much, for he often snapped at them, for petty, menial things or just walked off. They knew that although the man had put on a mask of steel on his face, deep inside, underneath the multiple layers of façade, the man was hurting. He was raging; and his rage was like a wildfire, one could see the flames roaring in his eyes.

It was after three long months that Bucky Barnes, and the rest of the Avengers; stood in front of the massive television, watching the live footage that was playing on their screen; of a woman standing on top of a building, her back turned towards whoever it was that was filming her, her gun drawn out. The team knew it by the frame of her waist, and the structure of her body, her short cropped shoulder length hair flying due to the current of the wind, that it was you.

They watched as you squeezed the trigger, without a bit of hesitation and Wallis flew back, the force of the bullet being so severe, he was toppled off the ledge of the building, until his body crashed against the concrete and he was reduced to a broken mess of blood, bones and tissue.

"Punk, I'm taking your motorcycle out."

Bucky turned on his tail, and before anyone could even process anything or reply, he had already barged out of the room.

"Wait, I don't even need to ask where he's off to, do I?" Steve smiled half heartedly.

Natasha shook her head, and turned to the screen as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to settle them down so they wouldn't become a bird's nest. Sam just drew a small smile along the curve of his lips.

Bucky still clung on to a hope that you will come back; now that you had taken your revenge, but the question was, although Bucky was ready to accept you with his open arms, will the team accept you too? He shoved these thoughts away, as he sped through the roads, swiveling the motorcycle like a pro through the buzzing cars, not even slowing down on the traffic signals. If he reached there on time, he could still catch her, and bring her back.

Little did James Buchanan Barnes know that you had no intention of coming back now, and you had already decided that you wanted to go back to the life you had two years back; when you used to live under the radar; cold, aloof and distant. And this was what you thought was the right thing to do, because Bucky was not ready to what was to come.

By the time Bucky reached the building top, where you had been minutes back, the roof was empty. You had already left.

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