#im here yet once again to offer everyone my nonsense

[rox-of-iu]

its that time of the week again lads,,,

(spoilers)

from the fic cultivate by @neonghostcat as per usual

[keiarchived]

Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

Tag list: @m-mortimer @selfishwitch @sleepyrintaro @cxnicalsweetheart

[molusca]

she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do? throw herself onto a pyre? is she not allowed to feel lousy that this whole thing blew up in her face? because she's an adult and she made a mistake, she's not allowed to be sad or stressed? she's still an imperfect human. apologizing immediately usually means people are still sensitive to their own hurt of being called out because it's fresh and on their mind so it tends to slip into their apology, but if she had waited any longer to compose herself, you guys would probably have an issue with how long she took. also, in aaaaaallll of this, I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic? I've read her fic and I personally can't see anything wrong, although I will admit that yes, I'm a white ciswoman but I'd like to think I'm aware of negative tropes. but the only thing touted is "it made an mlm uncomfortable" but HOW??? honestly, I want to know! if anything so I can avoid doing the same thing! how is anyone meant to learn when you're not bringing up these points as often as you're explicitly laying out the problems in her apology and whatnot. I've seen 6 posts about how shit the apology was and for why and I've not once seen the original comment detailing why the fic was problematic, and I've been looking on twit, tumblr, insta, and ao3. if it's been deleted, why isn't anyone stating again and again what's wrong? also, if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it. there's one artist that's pretty popular on Twitter and I personally really hate they way they draw klance but it's all over my tl. I respect that person's art style and creativeness and keep on moving. other people enjoy it, good for them. and if I start reading something and get surprised with something I dont like, I leave! find people who write things you like and stop engaging with creators who's things you don't like, as far as I know no one is holding a gun to your head making you read problematic fic. also for as much as you rag on her for the words she used to apologize, you don't seem to be considering your own words when offering criticism. if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully? lastly, no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way (like you should do when it come to kl content creators you don't like). people sending hate in Taylor's defense are in the wrong I agree, and this isn't hate its critism its a discussion, but Taylor isn't responsible for, how many people did you say? 16k on twit? even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense. I see so many younger fans expecting perfection in their fandoms and that just isn't going to happen. yes we should be striving to be better but no one is ever going to be perfect. not you, not me, not the mlm person, not Taylor, not anyone on any side of this argument. the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.- 🦛

she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do?

im pretty sure i said its good that she realizes she handled it poorly. but she makes the whole apology about this, doesnt directly talk about the issues and i know someone went to her to talk about it. also, it took her a day to say something about it so it wasnt exactly immediate (in the sense people had already stopped talking about it but that doesnt mean they werent still bothered). the apology was directed at mlm, and i havent seen one saying it felt genuine. of couse she can be hurt but when you apologize to a marginalized group the focus shouldnt be your feelings, but the feelings of the ones you have hurt.

I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic?

she admits to be projecting on lance. so she makes him very femine and keith very masculine. and ok, gay couples like that do exist, but she is a woman projecting in this situation so this bothers people. putting mlm in this position is a harmful steriotype, bc it feels very heterosexual. this is a trope, it unfortunately happens a lot and its harmful. women need to be aware of what they are representing when drawing/writing mlm because well, real mlm are going to see it, and no one likes to feel like a fetish to others. and its not our place to question if the criticism is right or wrong when we are not mlm, so if you read this and think “but thats not a problem thats not a fetish etc” well, its not your place to judge that. theres more to it and you probably could get a better answer from a mlm sorry.

if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it.

please, lets not compare a minority pointing out harmful tropes with. something fucking illegal.

as you said, you are a cis woman, of course its not going to hurt you in this case. but if people are making harmful content its not a simple matter of “dont interact with it” because they will still be promoting it, other people are going to read it, and media influences how we see minorities so of course people will not like when they see bad portrayal of them. also, tumblr sucks so even if you want to just “dont interact with it” its hard because even after blocking you can still cross the content of someone. not sure how it works on twitter but anyway this discussion started on tumblr and tumblr doesnt stop people who were bothered by her to avoid her by blocking.

if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully?

i think she deleted the ask by now, but i dont remember the ask being hateful. i remember someone asking if she was a fujoshi, and another person mentioned that mlm didnt like the way she portrayals klance. i dont remember it being hateful. but again, she apologized for handling it badly. its just that she stops there.

no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way

ignoring world issues is a privilege. if someone is able to turn off from all the problems in the world, its a privilige. yes no one should talk aobut it all the time thats not even healthy, but to never talk about it is a privilege. thats what black people are saying, they cant just turn off from racism, so yes they are going to expect white people to do something. online honestly i cant do shit, i dont think anything i reblog here does a difference and i do what i can in my own country, but she has a plataform that could help bring awareness. again, its a privilege to be able to curate your social media to be a perfect happy place.

even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense.

maybe they wouldnt, but if people were doing this type of thing in my name, in my defense, i would at least say something about it idk. she cant control them but she makes nothing to show that she disagrees or look for the people being harassed to say something about it.

the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.

when it comes to simple things like “i prefer taller lance and i dont like taller keith” yeah, its fine to ignore people who draw taller keith and move on with your life or something like that. but we are talking about mlm, a real group of people, being upset for being portrayed in a harmful and steriotype way. its everywhere in fandom, and in real life. they cant escape from real life, and then they come to fandom where everyone wants some escapism and have to deal with more issues. its tiring

[taehyungtrash2-0]

Sincerely, Love and Affection Ch. 2

— genre ➙  fluff but smutty words

— words ➙  3383

— member ➙  Yuta Nakamoto

— warnings ➙  slowburn! strangers to lovers! foreigner!

Note: i read over it once, ill read over it again tomorrow, please take it easy on me the next chapter will be MUCH MUCH BETTER AHHHHHH -JR

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“So are we all going to act like the hottest girl we have all ever seen didn't just give Yuta her number?” Haechan asked sitting back on the couch. Everyone else going back to what they were doing before the sexual tension in the air was thick like a milkshake. 

“Hey shut up, I don't want to deal with Johnny hearing about it yet.” Doyoung grumbled, heading back to the kitchen.

“Didn't want me to hear what?” Johnny asked walking back into the living room with a tissue still in his nose. 

“Oh nothing, just y/n gave Yuta her number.” Ten said devilishly, knowing the chaos that was about to happen. My eyes widening like saucers, shit. It was so fast how it escalated, Johnny’s face went red, his fists clenched and then he lunged. Taeil caught him before he reached me across the room, Mark and Doyoung holding him back as I just stood there. 

“You what!?” he charged angrily, Doyoung and Mark pulling him back more. Everyone, now standing to help with the situation.  

You need to chill the hell out, Taeyong and y/n are just upstairs.” Taeil spoke firmly to Johnny. Slowly calming himself and letting the guys loosen their hold. 

“What the hell is your problem? Everyone knows I am into her, so why the fuck would you do that to me, Yuta.” he asked, hurt in his voice.

“I’m sorry Hyung, she just started talking to me in Japanese and offered to be a friend.” I shrugged. That was technically not a lie but man it summed it up yeah? Totally no chemistry or trace of sexual desire...haha.

“Oh yeah it's totally not because she smelled nice and looked like a pornstar. Not to mention she has the sweetest voice and-” Lucas rambled on, staring into space. 

“I think they got the picture Lucas.” Kun patted his shoulder, returning to his phone. 

“Ughhhhhhhh!” he whined, stomping his foot and heading back to his room. Okay, that was much too close for me to be comfortable. Maybe I should just sit on the couch with my back to the wall for a while. 

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“I told you this on the phone, we exchanged plushies so we could be close even though there were 1,155 kilometers between us. Now that I’m back I WANT MY BUNNY BACK!” I yelled, grabbing it from his hands again. 

“But I’ve grown attached, besides, you haven’t brought me my bear back so?” he argued, attempting to grab it back as I reached the door and swung it open. 

“Help! Taeyongie is going to take my bunny from me!” I shrieked and ran out to the living room hiding behind the first body I see, clutching to his shirt tightly with my bunny in my arms. 

“You gave it to me!” he rushed in, pointing his finger at me. Everyone now looking at us, enjoying the fight to death. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, freeze. Give me the bunny and I’ll decide who gets it.” the voice of the man I was holding onto announced. Ah yes, Doyoung. I know exactly what to do. 

“But it’s my bunny rabbit Oppa! I’ve missed it so much!” I let go of him and clutch my plushie, giving my pouty face to him. The look on his face glazing over in what I can only imagine is something rated mature, he grunted to clear his throat and look at Taeyong.

“It’s her bunny rabbit Taeyong, just let her have it,” he suggested, spoken like the man of the house. I knew I could count on you Doyoung. 

“Whatever, I want my bear back ASAP then,” Yongie muttered, crossing his arms. Watching this war Mark, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo couldn’t help but laugh at his pain. Doyoung gives me a confirming nod as he heads back to the kitchen. 

“Well, I think it's  time for me to head out, you choose the place and text me okay?” I replied, looking at my now angry older brother. 

“Alright let’s ask who all is going to join us and then you can go,” he muttered, checking to see who all is in the room and pulling out his phone. 

“Leaving so soon y/n?” Mark asked from the couch he was sharing with Jaehyun and Ten. 

“Yeah all my stuff is at the hotel so I’m going to head over there, take a shower, and get ready for tonight,” I responded, checking to make sure I had all of my things with me before leaving. 

“Wait, a hotel room? I thought you already had an apartment lined up?” Taeyong questioned, everyone now looking at me, expecting an answer. 

“I did but the person backed out last second and nothing is available tonight so I’m going to stay at a hotel until then,” I reassured shyly, not making eye contact with anyone. The room is quiet. 

“How about you stay here?” Jaehyun broke the silence, looking around at the other members for confirmation. My eyes immediately widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Yeah I don't want you to have to stay in some expensive hotel, don’t waste your money.” Taeyong replied, looking down to me. 

“Yeah your family now!”  Sicheng called from the chair by the television. I looked around seeing everyones eyes meeting mine. The expectation to give in becoming more and more present. 

“I appreciate the offer really but there are so many of you and I'm sure you don't need another person crowding in on your space.” I replied, holding my bunny in front of my tummy, rubbing its ear in between my fingertips. 

“No seriously, only 8 of us live in this house, the others live in either the dreamy dorms or the WayV house.” Taeil chimed in behind him. 

“I can stay on the couch so you can bunk with your brother.” Doyoung offered, trying to add some comfort to the awkward situation. A small sigh escapes my lips, all the guys staring at me. 

“No no it's fine really doyoung i'll sleep on the couch.” I smiled back, everyone smiling happily to the conformation. 

“Nonsense, I'm a gentleman and I say you can have my bed.” he responded, putting a light hand on my shoulder. 

“Who knew that doyoung was such a softie” Mark chuckled standing up beside him. 

“More like, he wants to be gentle with herrrrr.” Lucas whispered to Kun.  Earning a dirty look from Doyoung and Taeyong. 

“Its called being a man, look it up.” Doyoung snapped at him. His hand returning back to his side, trying to gain back a cold demeanor. 

I can sleep on the couch doyoung, its okay! I just want to make sure everyone is okay with it.” I said reassuringly, wrapping my hand on his shoulder feeling him tense underneath my fingers, wow doyoung...is there something bothering you? I look across the room and make eye contact with my best friend.

“You know Johnny and I don't care.” Mark chuckled, looking back to his phone.

“Doyoung and I are obviously okay with it, you're my sister.” Taeyong replied, looking at me. My hand began to recoil back to my plushie. 

“She smells good so i'm fine with it.” Taeil called with a grin.

“Same here!” Jungwoo claimed, sitting up next to him and Sicheng.

“She's pretty so I'm not complaining.” Jaehyun answered slyly, the smirk on his face, evident. What also became evident that the last person to answer was Yuta, who is usually faster to answer, based on his interviews but seems rather spacious. I looked to him, 

“Is it okay with you, Yuta?” I asked, looking for any sign of hesitance. He looked back with a smile that could melt a million suns. This man was going to be the death of me, I could feel my destiny change. The universe itself paused for a moment and only him and I existed. 

“Of course, you can have my bed if you want.” he replied, standing up. What is with these men and offering beds?

“Oh no it's okay i'm going to sleep on the couch!” I said, putting my hands up in defense. His face did a complete 180, his face turning in confusion,

“What? No, you can't sleep on the couch you can take my bed, you could hurt your back! Did Taeyong not offer his bed?” he asked, stepping forward and looking at my brother like he was from outer space. I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

“Doyoung offered but i don't want to intrude on anyone.” I giggled, holding my plushie closer to my chest. 

“I'll kick someone out of their bed, don't worry.” he winked, causing us both to laugh. His laugh is like sunshine, how? I hate this flutter I'm feeling in my chest. I just met him, how could this be happening already, if Taeyong knew he would surely kill us both. This leaves everyone else around to murmur and look at us in confusion. 

“But seriously though, is it okay if i stay here for a little while?” I looked him in the eyes, again looking for some sign of him not wanting me.  But to no avail, his smile grew again and lit up the room.

“I'd love it.” he answered. All the other members of the house murmuring and talking quietly waiting for a response. Yuta nodded to them to answer their unasked question. 

Okay, so now that that is out of the way. Who all is going to come to dinner tonight?” Taeyong asked, pulling his phone from his back pocket, clearly trying to avoid whatever it is that is happening. 

“Well we already know Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan, and I can't go because of recording.” Ten replied, gesturing to all of them as they nodded. 

“I'm helping Kun, Sicheng, and Lucas with their English.” Mark responded after. 

“Im free” Taeil stated, looking at us.

“Same here.” Doyoung claimed, behind me. 

“I can go.” Jungwoo said. My eyes  wandered to look into Yuta’s. Is it silly of me to ask him to come? I don’t want to be weir-

“I'll come.”Yuta beamed brightly. My cheeks begin to flush, why does this man have this effect on me? I don't get it. 

“Okay so that's y/n, Doyoung, Taeil, Jungwoo, Yuta, and I.” Taeyong stated, checking his phone for a good spot. 

“Well then that's it I suppose, I will see you guys at dinner then.” I smiled, catching his gaze as I left.

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“Lucas, don't you have English lessons with Mark?” Jungwoo asked the disheveled Lucas as he walked up to our table. The restaurant that Hyung picked was nice but casual so Lucas didn’t look out of place; he just seemed jittery, almost. His hand pushed his hair back as he was trying to come up with an excuse before he just gave up. Doyoung and I make eye contact, we both know why he is actually here. 

“Yeah but I-I  never got y/n’s number so we could hang out…” he mumbled to the group, earning a laugh from everyone except Taeyong. Hyung’s face stern as he reached for a glass of water, clearly not liking the fact that everyone was attracted to his little sister. 

“You could just ask Yuta.” Taeil chuckled, grabbing his drink next to Jungwoo.  

“Whatever I just wanted to come by and tell her that the rest of WayV is down to hangout sometime if she wants.” he grumbled, clearly embarrassed at the fact that he didn’t get her number in the first place. 

“Hey guys!” a sweet voice chimed, walking behind Lucas was y/n. Her little, white dress was short and hugging every single inch of her body. Beautiful hair framing her face. She looked...delectable with every sense of the word

“Dear god,” Doyoung gulped under his breath. It was obvious now that I was not the only man at this table who regrets their choice in pants. I can already feel myself tenting. Fuck.

“What the fuck” Taeil murmed to Jungwoo as the dress slowly rose up her thigh. The second that happened I felt my blood begin to boil, god she was hot. I felt the sirens in my head screaming BONER ALERT BONER ALERT PLEASE LEAVE AND RELIEVE. I was in no way expecting blue balls to be on the menu. The lump in my throat began to slide down slowly as she made it to the table. Fuck; clevage. I looked to Doyoung to see him zeroing in on the same area as I was. Lucas was right, she is 100% pornstar material, is it so awful to want to break the back of a good friend’s little sister? 

“Hey sis, I saved you a seat next to me.” Hyung stated, standing up and pulling the seat across from me. Well fuck me. 

“Hey y/n, um we forgot to exchange numbers earlier so i couldn't tell you that the rest of WayV would love to hang out sometime.” Lucas said, catching her arm, she turned to look at him with a dreamy smile and my stomach tightened. What a smile.  

“Oh really that's great! I- wait is.. Is Xiaojun going to be there?” she asked, quizzingly. Xiaojun? Does she like Xiaojun? Why do I care so much? I just met her. 

“Um yeah?” he responded, just as confused as I am. She quickly took out her phone and pulled up her contact with him.

“Here’s my number.” 

“Oooooo does y/n have a crush on Xiaojun?” Jungwoo teased as Lucas put down the number in his phone. 

“I thought I was your favorite member?” Taeyong questioned, clearly offended by his sister’s actions.

“As great as Xiaojun is, he is not my bias or crush by any means,that one is already taken.” she replied, putting her phone back in her pocket and sitting across from me. 

“Well I'm glad you finally decided to tell everyone princess,” Lucas chuckled and winked. 

“As handsome and charming as you are Lucas, it's not you either bUT YOU WERE SO CLOSE IM SORRY.” she exclaimed as Lucas was really hurt. I mean I would too if an extremely hot girl gave me her number and said ‘your not my first option, or any option really’. 

“Well I know her favorite is me, because i’m her brother, but crush ew no way.” he stated in disgust, crossing his arms. 

“You're right on that.” she laughed. 

“Wait…” Doyoung mumbled, everyone beginning to finally catch up to what she had just confirmed to the group.

“So that means you do like A MEMBER OF NCT!” Jungwoo exclaimed, everyone grinning in curiosity, on the edge of their seats just like me. 

“Tell me!” Taeyong commanded. 

“Who is it?” Taeil asked.

*“DON’T SAY MARK!” JOHNNY CRIES IN THE DISTANCE*

“So what can I get you all tonight?” the kind waitress asked as she finally reached the table. 

“Two bottles of soju, what will everyone else be drinking?” y/n asked with a chuckle, earning the laugh of the rest of the table. 

---

As a series of bottles and delicious plates of food made their rounds through the table, so did the conversations. Everyone was laughing so hard, Jungwoo actually had water come out of his nose. She was definitely a little spitfire. 

“So you really ran through the fountain naked and drunk at 2 in the morning and got caught by campus police?” Lucas laughed out loud and in disbelief. She swallowed her drink and nodded.

“Yes but one of them was my friend’s brother so he gave me his jacket and took me back to my dorm.” she chuckled, taking another bite.

“Okay, so when a hot girl does it it's okay but when I take my shirt off at the market everyone gets pissed?” Lucas looks around at the rest of the table, once again in disbelief. This quickly earned him a bread bun tossed at him by Taeyong himself.

“Hey that's my sister!” he shouted, everyone laughing at the argument, including y/n.

“But that's when I used to party and stuff, I actually haven't been to the club in a few months, any good places around here?” she asked, scanning the guys for any good suggestions.

“You are not going to a club.” Taeyong replied.  

“Obviously not tonight.” she smirked. 

“Hey I know a place a couple blocks from here that's really cool. But if you’re talking clubs, the right person to ask is Ten.” Taeil replied, grabbing another dumpling.

“We should go sometime! Man, Yongie your friends are so cool, how could you keep them from me?” she asked, giving him a small elbow to the ribs. 

“Because you always take my friends from me.” he grumbled. Which is absolutely clear why. She giggled again. God her laugh is so contagious, its impossible not to smile when she giggles even. I grabbed my cup when I felt something against my sneaker. I gently nudged it back when it nudged back. I looked up to see my opponent of footsie when a beautiful pair of eyes poured into mine. I nudged her back and she did it again, making her crack into a smile, which inevitably seeped into mine. 

“Are you okay you’ve been kind of quiet?” she asked me kindly, usingher chopsticks to push around the chicken on her plate. 

“Yeah, I'm just not as fast as you guys are, today.” I confessed, what a lie. Its because youre nervous for the first time in forever and it fucking shows. 

“How about we talk then?” she suggested, picking at her plate. 

“What do you mean?” I asked looking at her. Little did I know that it suddenly felt as if the entire world ceased to exist at this point. It felt like it was just her and I.

“Tell me about yourself, Yuta.” she elaborated with a voice as sweet as honey. The lump now finds a home in my throat. Why is it so hard to talk to her, I never get nervous like this. 

“Oh um, I’m a Scorpio?” I muttered, grabbing my soju and taking a swig. 

“Ooooo a mysterious guy. That definitely matches the aura.” she chuckled. God, how can she make me nervous but confident so fast. 

“I guess so, I've been told I have a mysterious side.” I explained, looking back at her. 

“You really do, it’s the eyes, hands down.”  she claimed, grabbing for her water. 

“Really I was joking at first but hey i'll take it.” I chuckled. 

“Definitely, you have these deep eyes that make you look menacing. It's almost like you could read someone's deepest desires or you could attack them. But you have such a  handsome face, it just goes together so well. I’m rambling, sorry!” she confessed, nervously nudging her feet against mine. 

“Hey, i like it. Do i make you feel that way?” I looked at her deeply, her shy demeanor cracking to show her inner self. 

“Oh yeah. But I think i'm more concerned about how I make you feel, Yuta.” she claimed, nudging her foot against mine again, resting her head on her propped up arm. 

“Well-

“Hey what are you guys talking abou-” Taeyong interrupted. 

“Shut up, Yuta is talking” she slapped his arm before turning her full attention back to me, which made me laugh. 

“Well for starters, you are absolutely gorgeous so that's a given. But I feel there's so much more to you than you are letting show.” I replied, giving her my full attention again. I could slowly see her once shy facade turn into something much more flirty. Her eyes glazing over just like mine, a tension starting to fill the air. 

“I’ve been caught huh?” she whispered, her eyes glazing over.

“Like you said I like to see what's underneath it all.” I answered with a grin.

“Well looking like that it can't be that hard to get underneath it all.” she looked up coyly. 

“Hey guys, we were thinking about heading back to the dorms, we have a stream and we were going to watch a movie. You guys ready?” Taeyong asked us both. I looked up to her as she smiled at her brother and nodded. And man, I could never agree more. 

[black-streak]

Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - Curious New Hobbies

Part 11!

My god this took a while to write! Special thanks to @st0rmy-w1th1n and @mysnis (hope this is your correct Tumblr) for bouncing ideas with me and @kceedraws for giving permission to use her breakdancing au as inspiration for this!

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They had meant to go the arcade for their date tonight. In fact, they'd even walked in and started scoping out games to play, but alas it wasn't to be.

Within moments of arriving, who else but Damian would single Mari out and immediately tell them to leave.

And of course she protested. In response, Damian only pointed at Jon over at the pacman machine (how dare he, that's the game Marinette was searching for!) and mentioned his lack of ability to keep secrets and suddenly she turned and dragged Tim right back out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk, he side eyed her, considering the best way to start his interrogation.

"So. You trying to keep me secret then?"

"No! Of course not. Just might've forgotten to mention something like… over a month ago."

"And it involves not letting Jon know we were there?"

"Only because he's a nark who would've ruined the fun. And heaven knows Damian and I wouldn't be satisfied with a void bet."

"You made a bet about our relationship with Damian?"

"About your family," she partially corrected.

"Do I even want to know."

"Was supposed to tell you a bit ago so you wouldn't ruin the stakes, so probably not, but im telling you anyways."

Sighing with false exasperation, he gestured for her to continue.

"We have an ongoing bet over how long it'll take everyone to figure out that you and I are together and not Dami and me."

With that, she relayed all the details of their bet and his part in it, manic grin spread across her face as her gait gained a small skip to it. Tim couldn't help but shake his head at her antics, amused despite an itch in the back of his mind saying this wouldn't end well.

"Alright, I'll play along. Honestly, I think you'll both lose. Your predictions are too specific. Too many potential outlying factors."

"True, but we did give set time frames. So at least one part of the bet will absolutely be clear on who won. Plus, I find victory in the fact that Damian didn't think of that possibility. That we'd both be wrong."

"On another note, we need to find a plan b. Anything in mind?" He asked, reaching out and snagging her hand to draw her closer. 

Shrugging, she looked about them, seeing if anything caught the eye. Suddenly Tim stopped, accidentally yanking her back when she kept walking. She let out a sound of protest only to see his eyes locked on the building across the way with a considering look. 

The building was gray brick with no windows, however a neon purple sign to the right of the black wood door declared it "The Underground", a well known club amongst Gotham dancers and while neither were necessarily that, word had gotten around enough for both to have heard of the place before from word of mouth.

"How do you feel about checking it out?" Tim asked, a curious look about his eyes, studying her.

"I'm not opposed to the idea. Little surprised you're interested though," she commented, letting him lead the way inside.

A quick ID check and they were in, the room dark with neon tube lights flashing across different surfaces and strategic spotlights placed to bring attention to the various raised platforms. It was strange actually. The wall directly to the left of the hall they entered from held the bar on a raised level only to slide into a ground level dance floor which was normal enough, however in the opposite corner was a raised platform where different people would hop up to take advantage of the spacing to show off both freestyle and blatantly choreographed moves. Another few spotlight platforms raised up randomly in the floor, but the main focus was a rather large circular one in the center of the place, raised just enough to make it easy to see from anywhere in the place, but not so high as to block the view across the way. These places were the most lit up, allowing the anonymity to the dancers below while allotting the attention to those who choose to step up. Beyond that, there were many crevices and alcoves holding tables into the walls and a small hallway across the way presumably heading to the bathrooms. An upper balcony held only the DJ.

While Mari took in her surroundings, she felt Tim lead her out into the crowds, before turning back to her with a questioning look. Leaning in she spoke into his ear, a spark gleaning her eyes, "You've been before, haven't you?"

"A few times. It's the perfect place to destress without the nonsense of keeping an image. As long as you stay in the crowd, no one cares who you are," he replied, spinning her around before stepping in so her back pressed to his chest.  His hands ghosted down her sides to grasp her hips, starting to guide her into the beat.

For a while, they stayed like that, separating slightly and coming back together to follow different dances as the music flowed and changed around them. Turns out Tim was a surprisingly good dancer. 

Cheers broke out as a new song turned over, the first beats of Bum Bum Tam Tam coming over the speakers drawing attention towards the main platform as a pair jumped up, starting to get into the beat, working around each other only to burst into perfectly synced choreography at the first breakdown, resulting in more cheers. The two dancers would break away after that into a more freestyle, only to flow back into more rehearsed moves once more.

"Wait is that," she trailed off to a groan pressed to her shoulder.

"Yeah. That's them. Didn't know they came here."

As the song came to an end and the two on the platform jumped down, they could only stare as none other than Dick and Kori unknowingly made their way towards them. Tim pulled back from Mari subconsciously, not quite comfortable being so fully on display in front of people who actually knew them. Which made exactly zero sense when considering how much they cuddled in the manor. 

Finally the two spotted them, their grins widening and a new energy emerging as they rushed over. 

"Timothy! Starshine! You guys are here!" Came Kori's exuberant greeting, grabbing them both up in a hug.

"Hey, Mar, Damian not like dancing enough? Had to drag Timmy out?" Dick teased.

"Dami's at the arcade with Jon. And actually, coming here was Tim's idea," she answered amicably, conforming to the rules of the bet and not correcting Dick's obvious assumptions. "That was amazing by the way. You two looked great up there!"

Tim smirked down at her, seeing through her antics, especially now that she'd let him in on the rules of her game. Doesn't mean he couldn't play into it himself, he thought as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his chin atop her head.

"She's a great dance partner," Tim mentioned after both Kori and Dick had thanked and waved off Mari's compliments. "Considering learning something more structured with her, myself. Maybe give you two a run for your money."

"You definitely should! I can help with figuring out a style for you two if you'd like!" Kori offered immediately as Marinette turned to look at him in excitement.

"She has to agree first. Who knows, maybe this was a fluke and Mari will never dance with me again," he sighed in defeat.

Marinette turned, practically bouncing in anticipation, "Are you kidding? I'd love to! I want to come here again too."

"Even if you don't take my help with the dancing, I can record you two so you can look back and see for any needed improvements? That's what Richard and I do," Kori further offered up, Dick jumping back in right after.

"Oh yeah, it helps immensely. Especially if you were wanting to perform it on the platforms here."

Tim and Mari met eyes, before coming to an agreement, "Yeah, we'd appreciate that actually."

"Great! We'll set up some time here soon. In the meantime, I could definitely use a drink," Dick stated, looking back towards where he'd originally been headed. Kori grabbed onto Marinette instead, leading her back into the fray of dancers.

"We should invite Stephanie next. She would make a most interesting dance partner," Kori rattled on, suggesting a girls night that Mari agreed to immediately before getting back into the music with her new dance partner of the moment, Tim and Dick rejoining them shortly after. 

The night continued on this way, the four trading off between them, two not aware that it'd become a double date by this point. Eventually parting ways from the two, Tim and Mari made their way back towards his apartment, breathless and happy despite the unexpected interruptions to their night.

"How come we never end up at your place?" He asked suddenly.

"Because my apartment has become workzone number 2. Seriously, the place has essentially become a studio for my work that just so happens to have a kitchen and bedroom. Among other secrets not meant to be divulged… yet."

"Is that pertaining to the mystery of your magic."

"Perhaps."

"Mmm, whenever you're ready, I'll be happy to keep them for you. Though I can't imagine anything bigger than holding two technical gods in your pockets at all times."

"Shhh, don't let them hear you say that!"

He only chuckled, leading her into the complex and up to his penthouse. Silence overtaking them until the door had clicked shut.

"You staying the night, sweetheart?" Tim asked, toeing off his shoes and walking towards his room to get changed.

"Mm, think I might," she replied, following him in and stealing a shirt before wandering into the bathroom to get first dibs on a shower. She still found it lucky that while he might be the shortest of his brothers, she was still small enough to be buried in his clothes. Made it easier for night like these.

Finishing up, she plopped herself on his bad as he went to shower as well. 

Eventually, the door reopened, Tim entering in only pajama bottoms, hair still damp and in his face. She hummed her appreciation, enjoying the view and reaching out to tug him closer.

"Is it weird how comfortable we've become in so little time?" 

"Only if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I'm not."

"Good."

With the affirmation, he picked her up only to lay her out further up the bed. Stretching out at her side, he pressed kisses to her cheek and down her neck, hand trailing against exposed skin, clearly enjoying having her in his home, in his bed, in his shirt.

'Hmm, what were two raging insomniacs to do with the rest of their night?'

… 

Bonus:

Not a week later, after a long discussion with Damian to ensure that Kori was not included in the bet and swearing the alien to secrecy, they asked her to film something for them. A dance they had come with that was just for them. Not anything that could be performed in a club or for anyone to see. Maybe one day they'd post it somewhere or show Dick, but for now, it was theirs alone.

[bastardnev]

Cheat Day

in which i inexplicably decided to write a fic about mustafa’s cereal-nutella-oreos breakfast combination

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mustafa Ali/Pac | Adrian Neville Characters: Mustafa Ali, Pac | Adrian Neville Additional Tags: damn i guess i gotta start tagging aew in my nevstafa fics huh, Fluff, Silly, mischief involving nutella and oreos Series: Part 1 of Jess Has Too Many Fics In Her Notes Summary: Neville wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the scene in his kitchen that morning.

(ao3 link)

i ended up making a new tag list bc its been so long since i last posted a nevstafa fic + i didnt wanna tag ppl who might not be interested anymore -- im going off the likes/replies to the post i made abt this yesterday so if you’re not on the list and you wanna be added lemme know !! i’ll add you 🥰

tag list: @sailor-slam-dunk @residentjoth @riveliciousx @lambchopviking @storyranger

Neville wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the scene in his kitchen that morning.

He had heard Mustafa get out of bed earlier, but he figured he was just going to get breakfast started — it was his turn, after all. Technically, he still was, but not at all in the way that Neville anticipated. Rather than finding him cooking the pancakes they’d agreed upon the night before, Neville instead walked in on him preparing a bowl of cereal in a large serving dish he’d placed on the island. This in itself wouldn’t have been so odd (other than his choice of bowl) if he didn’t follow up his milk pouring with a big search around the kitchen. He was rummaging through the cabinets that lined the walls for... for something. Something that Neville couldn't quite figure out, especially since the only thing he could plausibly be looking for was a spoon. What a can of olives had to do with anything, Neville had absolutely no idea.

And so, he choose to ask him about it. “What the hell are you doing?”

Mustafa glanced over at Neville quickly before putting the can back and going right back to his hunt. “Oh, good morning. Where’s your snack stash?”

Neville blinked, confused. “My what?”

“Your snack stash. Y’know, where you keep the snacks?”

“I— I know what a snack stash is, Mustafa.”

“Then where’s yours? I know you have one — everyone does. Fess up.”

What was he trying to do? The fact that he still hadn't given Neville a clear answer was a bit concerning. “What does it matter where my snacks are? Wait, forget about that, aren’t you supposed to be cooking pancakes?”

"Who said anything about me making pancakes?"

"You did. Just last night."

"Ehh, that was just pillow talk."

"You told me about how badly you were craving them when we were eating dinner." Why would they be discussing pancakes during pillow talk, of all things?!

Mustafa scoffed, and he offered no further response other than continuing to push aside the items stacked up on the shelf. "Are you planning on answering my question at all?" Neville crossed his arms. "What are you doing?"

“You'll see!" Mustafa responded when he finally decided to speak again. "I’ve got something even better than pancakes in mind."

Mustafa placing a breakfast food above pancakes was almost enough for Neville to consider the idea that he'd been replaced with an imposter. Almost. “And, that is...?”

“A secret — until you tell me where your snack stash is, of course.”

Neville sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew there was no getting out of this no matter how hard he tried. “Oh for the love of God, it’s the one under the microwave,” he at last confessed.

“The only one I didn’t check!” Mustafa grinned, and he darted over to the appropriate cabinet, digging around excitedly. “Ooh, you’ve got a lot of good stuff in here!”

“No need for the commentary, just take what you need.”

“You’re pretty defensive over your candy, huh?”

“You’ve got the biggest sweet tooth out of anyone I know — how can I not?” Now that he thought about it, seeing as Mustafa now knew where he hid all of his sweets, Neville would probably have to find a new hiding spot once this visit was over...

“Hmm.” Mustafa pouted as he moved a variety pack of mini candy bars aside. “You bought the Oreos I asked for, right?”

“Of course.” Like Neville honestly wasn’t going to do so after Mustafa practically begged him to pick some up when he went on his most recent grocery run.

“You do love me!” The package of cookies in his hands, Mustafa triumphantly brought it over to the island, pulling back the seal.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing now?”

“Patience, Nev! Geez. You can’t rush these things, you know?”

Neville wanted to retort, but the distinctive crunch of Mustafa crushing a fistful of Oreos over the serving dish interrupted him, and all he could do was watch in silent awe (and confusion). Mustafa repeated this process over and over again, unblinking, until he’d gone through one of the sleeves. “There...” He muttered, sealing the pack back up and putting it aside. “Now for the last part...”

Last part? Neville found himself a little afraid to say this out loud. His question received an answer anyway, however, as Mustafa then returned to the cabinet, pulling out the large jar of Nutella that Neville was secretly hoping he wouldn’t notice. (Man goes through jars quicker than I can count.) "Not really much I can work with here..." Mustafa mumbled as he put the lid aside, looking at the jar's contents. "You ate it all on me. Naughty boy."

"I'm... sorry?"

"Better be." Mustafa then went to the silverware drawer and pulled out a big spoon, and before Neville could wrap his mind around what was happening he'd scooped out a healthy amount. "This'll work, though."

"What—"

Neville wasn't able to finish this sentence, as just as he was going to Mustafa let the Nutella drop right on top of his cereal. Neville looked back and forth between the bowl and Mustafa, who appeared to be debating what to do next with his messy spoon. Rather than put it in the sink like Neville assumed he would, however, he shrugged, dipping it into the bowl.

It was right as he was about to put a spoonful of cereal into his mouth that Neville decided to go through with asking his question. "Okay, what the hell?!"

Mustafa paused, spoon hanging in the air. "What?"

"What is this..." Neville gestured towards the bowl, trying to find the right words to describe what he was seeing. "This... concoction?"

"It's... my cheat day breakfast?" Mustafa said this as if it were the most obvious thing ever, like he couldn't understand why Neville so was baffled. "Duh?"

"How did you even come up with this?"

"Easy — I woke up one morning, couldn't decide what I wanted for breakfast, so I just mixed everything I wanted together. It's better than you think it is, really."

Neville pointed to the package of Oreos. "You wanted to eat those for breakfast?"

"You haven't thought about eating cookies for breakfast before? What are you, an amateur?"

"And— And the Nutella, what were you planning on doing with that if you hadn't thought to throw everything together?"

Mustafa didn't respond, instead choosing to avert his gaze. Suspicious, Neville followed up with, "You weren't seriously considering eating it straight from the jar, were you?"

Mustafa made eye contact with Neville again, and neither of them said anything for a solid few seconds. Eventually, though, Mustafa shot Neville a sheepish grin, and the latter brought his hand to his forehead, slowly shaking his head. "Oh, God..." He let out a breath. "All this, yet you still have those abs..."

"I sure do." Mustafa brought the spoon back to the cereal and mixed it up a bit. "Now, maybe instead of pickin' on me you can come give this a try. You might like it."

"I have no use for any of that."

"False — everyone needs this in their lives."

"Not everyone needs something loaded with sugar so early in the morning."

"What are you gonna have instead, then? Egg whites?" Mustafa shuddered at his own suggestion, and he held a spoonful out towards Neville, who leaned away. "You know you want toooo..."

Neville looked at the spoon with a narrowed gaze. He knew damn well that he gave in to Mustafa way too often (something about the look in his eyes, he figured). He'd told himself that he would stop being such a pushover when it came to him, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to stick to his word for once. Mustafa wanted him to try some food combo that he swore was amazing, something that Neville thought was completely ridiculous. He would be lying if he said he found it to be anything but.

...But he would also be lying if he said that he wasn't at least a little curious as to what Mustafa saw in it. Not to mention that he was giving him the dreaded eyes...

Neville said nothing. Instead, he took a few steps closer to Mustafa, allowing him to put the spoon into his mouth. "There we go..." Mustafa took it out a moment later, giving Neville a second to chew and swallow before asking, "It's good, isn't it?"

It was. "It's fucking disgusting."

"Liar, liar..." Mustafa singsonged, and Neville huffed. There was no point in denying it.

"Maybe you're right..."

"Ha! I knew it."

"Why do I always agree to go along with your nonsense..." Neville lamented, and Mustafa chuckled, leaning over to give him a kiss.

"Because you love me," he replied as he pulled away, and Neville struggled to hide the little fond smile that forced its way onto his face.

"...Yes, I do."

[nbapprentice]

there’s so, so, SO much nonsense surrounding this game that i’m gonna do my best to separate it into digestible bits, with its own categories. even then this is... wow. it’s big.

Warning tags will be added at the start of every section, but the general gist is: incest, pedophilia mentions, fetishization of rape and abuse, fetishization of mlm, fetishization of people of color, racism, ableism, nb erasure and transphobia. aside of the warnings, this post will also touch upon Scummy Business Practices

let’s get going

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber: #incest #pedophilia#rape and abuse fetishization #homophobia

tl;dr: dana loves incest porn, elle loves guy on guy rape, and the both of them are friends with at least one pedophile

dana rune has run, is still running an incest zine (please visit my faq on what i think about “thats not really incest” and “it’s just fictional!”). The Arcana, as a dev team, clearly does not care, as shown in their e-mail responses.

dana also very much doesn’t care and has reacted to any criticism on this by dismissing people and blocking actual incest victims who tried to contact her about it claiming it was for her “mental health”

in some tweets she claims she “interprets” the characters as not siblings, but she never really cared enough to cover her ass when it all began (she happily admits she’d “cross the incest line”)

dana has commissioned artists who also ship incest, draw near-pedophilic art that’s supposed to pass as acceptable because the character involved is supposedly not a minor despite looking like a child down to wearing pigtails (the character is also wearing a racist-ass belly dancer outfit), AND even made white-washed fanart of The Arcana.

dana follows twitter user kapymui who also produces incestuous Fire Emblem art

dana has retweeted omocat long after it came out that omocat is, at the very least, consuming pedophilic content (on “omocat didn’t know what shota meant!”: yes they did)

moving on, elle has a long, long, LONG history of fetishizing mlm and the rape and abuse that comes with yaoi and had a rich, RICH “yaoi” tag before they deleted their tumblr

they curiously deleted their tumblr right after i made this reblog

shortly after that, tumblr user thalassiq remade and started attacking and insulting any blogs criticizing them - even people providing support in IMs. Since this doesn’t match Dana and Elle’s normal pity parties I’m personally willing to believe they were just a person wanting to start shit - but it’s so telling how Elle used this chance to dismiss everyone who disagrees with them by calling them “children” and did not even bother to offer a kind word to people who were harassed and even had their trauma mocked by this person. It costs 0 dollars to say “that was not me but I’m sorry about people who were hurt.”

Dana and Elle are close with Ava’s Demon creator Michelle Czajkowski aka that one person who endorses child porn of her characters, and even had her draw a promo image for the game. Michelle has been creating highly sexualized content of her minor characters for a while now.

ok so elle and dana are gross freaks, how is that related to the game?

oh it’s very very related

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber that’s Actually Inside The Game or The Game’s Blog: now with more #racism #fetishization of poc and mlm #whitewashing #fat hate #pedophilia #nb erasure #transphobia

tl;dr: the arcana is filled to the brim with racism! so much of it! haha holy shit! and that’s not even where it ends!!!

their game is rated PG-13 but includes incredibly sexual situations such as Julian making this fucking face while getting off on pain. This isn’t the only time Dana and Elle use their videogame aimed at young teens to showcase their kinks and fetishes. I have no issue with NSFW or titillating content, as long as it’s rated accordingly. This content is NOT and it’s a blatant disregard for their audience just to have a larger, more pliable demographic and have more money sent their way.

if you start your argument with “well, teenagers look at porn” 1. shut up 2. theres a HUGE difference between teenagers going after adult content aimed at adults, and adults creating content they know will be seen by kids barely starting puberty

as pointed above, dana has 0 qualms literally commissioning people who make whitewashed fanart of her own fucking game that’s supposed to be all about the inclusivity and safe spaces

thearcanagame blog has a pattern of reblogging whitewashed fanart (before you come in swinging with the good ole “ITS THE LIGHTING”: 1. no it isnt 2. the artist should’ve picked better lightning then 3. i draw and post shit online too so dont come telling me i just dont understaaaand),

fanart of their fat characters showed skinnier than they are in their sprites (although to be real for a moment - Portia is curvy at most and them behaving she’s fat rep is HILARIOUS).

going back to NSFW content: nadia and asra are overwhemlingly sexualized in the game, and were the first to have sexualized CGs and sprites introduced.

CGs: Asra’s here, here aND HERE, Nadia’s here with a NSFW warning because she’s just got her whole fucking ass out. Sprites: Asra’s thank god for whoever compiled it all in one image, Nadia’s and once again, NSFW warning lmfao!

Julian’s sprites on the other hand are noticeably tamer, including the one where he’s fucking strapped in leather. His only sexual (NSFW warning because its literally softcore tentacle porn WHICH, ONCE AGAIN, SHOULDN’T BE PUT IN A GAME AIMED AT 13YOS) CGs were also included months after Nadia and Asra received any of theirs.

Through all of the updates, people have constantly requested that Asra and Nadia’s sexualization be toned down, and time after time The Arcana just churned out fetishistic, hypersexualized content at an absurd rate, especially when compared to the one white love interest.

Oh, speaking of the one white love interest: Julian is based off of Jeff Goldblum (this is not spectulation - they p much bring it up at any given time) but like. If Jeff Goldblum was white. They base their favorite love interest off their supposed favorite man in the world but casually leave his skin tone behind. Lmao.

they also play favorites very obviously - in the prologue, Nadia and Asra have a romance paid scene each. Julian has a scene... that requires no coins. Julian was also the first LI to receive three CGs, two of them requiring no coins, while both Asra’s and Nadia’s first CGs were behind a paywall

Dana and Elle have been notoriously skittish about confirming or denying their characters’ ethnicities. After hyping for weeks on thearcanagame that they would confirm the character’s races they basically made a post that amounted to “well they’re not white lol!”

they only relented after the perfectly understandable outrage... and posted a thread about it on Elle’s twitter. Nothing on the actual thearcanagame blog. Anyway, here’s the thread. Note how there’s mention of Julian being Jeff Goldblum... but nothing about him and Portia being Jewish (or “fantasy Jewish” as it were).

The one time they did confirm their jewishness dana then backpedaled and said she shouldn’t have done that lol.

another fun tidbit of how well The Arcana handles race and how much it cares about feedback from fans: an ask was sent about an anon begging for Nadia to step on them. The blog, with the finesse of a bunch of horny dumbasses, didn’t just publish the ask, but approved of it (even though the fans of color had long, long, LONG been telling everyone not to fetishize Nadia into a “step on me kween” wet dream). People were outraged, of course, and the blog ~apologized~ and said they were still learning.... then a new chapter included a scene of Nadia stepping on the Apprentice. 🙃

not to mention elle, on their twitter, made a passive aggressive “women can be doms?” tweet, trying to twist it into a “yr oppressing women” angle (when the issue is that women of color are always constantly portrayed as aggressive and domineering)

Now for a wombo combo of racism and Elle’s fetishization of mlm:

the devs have spoken at length of how Julian’s and Asra’s relationship was quite unhealthy. In a paid scene in Asra’s route, they’re depicted as Asra being disgusted w Julian touching him+Julian following Asra to his shop when Asra refused his offer to go with him (aka julian... stalked him lmfao).

.......... this scene is promptly followed by a highly sexual scenario where Julian’s pain fetish is played up. Remember how this game is rated PG-13? Me neither. Asra’s previous disgust with Julian is also forgotten, for some reason (and by some reason i mean Elle wants to make them fuck w/o buildup or logic).

Then Asra’s route has yet another paid scene dedicated to Asrian, even though he’s supposed to not even like Julian! And be head over heels with the Apprentice! But Elle just has to make these two be entangled despite insisting their relationship was not good for either of them!

Now here’s the kicker: Julian doesn’t have any paid scenes related to his romance with Asra. Note how it’s one of the brown LIs whose route is highjacked by the white LI, but not vice versa. Hmmmmm.

Now, on the topic of Asra: thearcanagame has said repeatedly that he’s nb and uses he/him pronouns, and promised (since last year) that there would be dialogue where he speaks about his gender

as of the making of this post such dialogue still does not exist

so basically asra is the nb to dumbledore’s gay: anyone who just plays the game w/o keeping up with the official blog has no idea of what asra’s gender is supposed to be.

aka he’s not nb. he’s just a cis guy. the arcana just doesn’t want to put its money where its mouth is, i dont care if elle is nb themself. the team made a promise which has not been fulfilled yet and i suspect will not be.

instead, our introduction to canon nb characters is... these two.

By “these two” i mean neither vulgora nor valdemar are even fucking human, and stick out like sore thumbs with their monstruousness.

so our nb rep is... non-human villains. a few books later one of Nadia’s sisters with they/them pronouns shows up, but that’s too little too late on top of the fact that we should’ve known Asra was nb from the first to begin with. It’s a fucking embarrassment and an insult.

at least two villains are visibly disabled (Lucio’s missing arm and Volta’s blind eye+intentionally asymmetrical face). Julian’s eye doesn’t count because, spoilers, he’s not lacking an eye and even if he was it’d still be hidden behind a dashing eyepatch instead of grotesquely displayed as a sign of his lacking morality.

BUT WAIT! IT DOESN’T EVEN END THERE!

The Arcana Exploits The App Business Model To Price Their Full Game at $500, $1000 if the three extra routes make it out, and they never delivered their Kickstarter rewards:

tl;dr: you heard me

the original price per route was planned on being $1.99

they took that “subject to change” really seriously, it seems, because now each route, once the game is fully out, is estimated to cost around $170 each.

both those screenshots are taken from this post which explains in detail just how truly scummy all of The Arcana’s business model and decisions are: https://mysticmicrotransactions.tumblr.com/post/174308723344/dishonesty-from-the-arcana

the tl;dr is basically what’s listed in the beginning of this section, but other highlights from that post are: the use of addictive gambling mechanics such the Wheel of Fortune, and the dazzling calls to action in the new mini-game.

something that The Arcana supporters forget (or choose to ignore) is the fact that for a long, long time the game did not have the mini-game or the log-in rewards for coins. Players depended only on the gambling of the WoF or paying absurd amounts of money for the new chapters.

the devs went from playing the victims who were unable of controlling prices to (as spoken of in the link from mysticmicrotransactions) saying the making of the game (a pathetic little app game backed by a studio and a kickstarter) justifies the prices

they also gave people false hope about maybe changing the prices in the future, all while bleeding money from loyal players in “micro” transactions

the arcana literally added a $99.99 coins option on their latest update

in case it hasn’t sunk in yet: you can pay a hundred dollars upfront to the arcana, and you still will not have access to the whole game

there is no defense to this

none

“it’s free stop whining” let me explain:

“spend months on end accumulating fake currency or pay hundreds of dollars up-front to be able to play” is a scummy business model no matter how you look at it

if i can spend $60 upfront to play an AAA game there’s no excuse to demand more than that for a game with much smaller and, honestly, inferior content

the combination of there being already far and few games featuring lgbt characters and characters of color AND the little cult of personality set up by Dana and Elle makes people feel that spending money to support them is an acceptable expense.

it’s not

manipulating people into spending ridiculous amounts of money and then claiming “it’s their choice” is just scummy business, baby, and thats all the arcana does

the devs are brats who instead of admitting $500 is absurd for a game instead write petty little caricatures into their game - like, lbr: dana, elle, if i could afford diamonds in my hair i wouldn’t have even bothered with your shitstain of a game

despite bragging that ppl would get the full story w/o needing to pay, the paid scenes are pretty much required - the first few books of julian’s route have no romance without accessing any of the paid options. you dont even get so much as a kiss in without handing coins over. many, many people were baffled when julian had a teary break-up scene when from their perspective they hadn’t even started building a relationship.

wow that’s more than i ever thought it’d be

and i’ve been aware of their bullshit for near a whole year now!

i don’t have much of a note to end this on, other than: the arcana just isn’t even that good. it suffers from weak writing, pathetic character development and above all actually harmful content. do not try to argue with me on any of these points unless you’ve read all of that, because whatever you have to say i’ve likely mentioned before. if you still are that determined to yell at a me on the internet, please preface your argument with the phrase “I’m a pee pee poo poo man” so I know you’ve read everything in here. thank you!

[jj-ktae]

Erotica - Part 3 - (M)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: SMUT Summary: You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. Words: 5939 Warning: Read at your own risk

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue -

Part 3

Today is a good day. After a week-end of self-care – which means vegetating, you dread going back to work. It’s good to have time for yourself, and most of the time you do, but this movie implies a lot of mishaps. When it’s not about the script, it’s about pictures, interviews or even rehearsal. You wonder how a porn movie can be so demanding of your boring yet precious time, but you don’t fuss over it. You agreed and knew what it meant.


You also received the first payment and couldn’t be happier.

Your manager is way calmer now, and you know it’s not out of pure kindness but because you became his next cash cow. He often comes and asks about your future projects, implying you need to go to the yearly eroticism fair because this is how you’ll get more contacts and opportunities.

It makes you consider it twice when you think about it. So far you always went with the flow, the probability of being of any help to your mother enough to make you forget about anything else.

But how will you be able to live once everyone in the industry knows you?

It’s good to have recognition. It’s good under any other circumstances, that meaning anywhere else than in the sex industry. You don’t want to be seen by numerous perverts, the thought enough to make you shiver. You have a life to live and you don’t plan on being a porn actress all your life.

The next question is then: what will you do later?

It was smooth so far. You’re definitely not fine with your job, but being an amateur meant earning money without ending on a big poster like you probably will soon. It meant acting for a small audience without feeling scared of being recognized by anyone.

But after that, once you’ll be done with your promising career, what will be waiting for you?

You know the answer. Nothing. It is a given that once you won’t be good enough for classic porn movies, you’ll be thrown out, probably in the cougar section or ‘horny step-mother’.

It makes you question everything. It almost makes you give up on the movie, the lack of people to ask advices to not helping in your quest for answers. The other actresses look at you like you stole their job, some of them whisper about how lucky you are to act with someone as professional as JB – also known as ‘the jackpot’.

Said JB keeps on being the same pro-sex-god. To his defence, he stopped spitting nonsense to your face. He keeps a straight face when you seem uncomfortable with the ‘script’, doesn’t question your motivations when you say you don’t want to do a photoshoot. He stays silent when he hears you sigh in relief as soon as you go out of the studio.

He knows something is bothering you but pretends he doesn’t see it. It’s true that your relationship did get better, but it doesn’t cross the polite small talks. You insist on keeping a distance, probably because you think he is a pervert, and Jaebum wonder if he will ever be fine with that.

On top of that, he finds it hard to act with you.

Jaebum has the experience of a guy who acted in hard-core porn movies. It’s a strange feeling to act like he cares about the person he is having sex with. He always did and still is doing his best to act accordingly to what his fellow actresses want, but this time it’s different. This movie implies hidden feelings and never in his life did he had to do it. He was fine with a couple of scenes where he had to be gentle, but it was starting to look a little bit too much like real life, with sex scenes similar to one of a couple on a daily basis.

And for this, Jaebum almost has no experience. It’s understandable that it makes him feel exhausted, physically in pain, even. He finds it hard to last long, as much as he starts wondering when his touches became as pleasurable for him as they’re supposedly are for you.

But you keep on doing things like you were forced to do them, and as much as Jaebum keeps on ignoring it, he doesn’t think it’s fair for everyone on set - including him, to act like they are not affected by your unsuitable behaviour.

It’s during one of the script meeting that he understands he must dig for more. It’s a typical Monday and your face looks as uninterested as ever.

The screenwriter came up with awesome ideas for the rest of the movie, and decided to change a couple of things. His tone is as excited as ever, just like the director. “So, as you all know, Erotica’s strongest point is the focus on a sexual discovery. This week is the last week of filming, and I changed something about the last two sex scenes.”

This is enough to make you look up from the long document on the table, curious.

“We started with sensuality,” he licks his lips, eyes scanning every member of the staff in the meeting room, before his eyes fall on yours. “We should offer a very romantic grand finale.”

Jaebum leans on the table, a tad disturbed with the way things are going. His head falls on his hand, and everything sounds a little bit more risqué, now.

“So as you remember, I wanted to finish with the shower scene, BUT” he makes everyone jump on their seats, their attention focused on what he will say next. “Feelings. We need to end with feelings.”

What the hell does he mean?

He seems to be reading your mind, because he laughs, his eyes going from excited to naughty. “Y/N, we need to see feelings... We started with tenderness, then added sensuality. We know it’s a journey, so it’s only natural that you both end with an overwhelming scene. That scene won’t be the shower scene. We need to find a type of chemistry we have yet to find in a porn movie.”

The director nods like it makes sense. “It’s true. People need something deeper. We need to target people who need a break from the BDSM and choking and spanking. There are people who love soft sex, the type of sex that can be good with people you love.”

You don’t understand a word. What’s the point of doing porn if you’re supposed to act like you love the other one? It doesn’t make sense, and you’re not even sure it can be considered porn after what he said.

“What we need is to see the chemistry. At the beginning, it didn’t matter, you did great, it was instinctive. Now we need cohesion. We need to keep up with the promise of a different project.” The screenwriter continues, and everyone nod.

The director stands. “However you do it is up to you.” He points a finger at you and Jaebum, before smiling. “See you all later.” His assistants run after him, and you’re left with nothing but worry.

Damn movie.

Your manager taps your shoulder as soon as you leave the room, and you can see he is apprehensive. “Don’t freak out. Think of it as a basic role in a special movie.” The man smiles awkwardly, not bothered by your exasperated sigh as you leave for your next scene.

This week, they want to focus on the story, which means filming the non-sexual parts of the movie. You have to walk into a park, go to a restaurant, do all the casual things people do.

They say even porn movies need a storyline, and these are important. The only positive thing is that you will only be making out and talk with Jaebum.

The latter appears before you can change your clothes. You squint his lazy figure before walking to the hanging rail. The makeup and fashion staff aren’t here yet, which makes you wonder why he even bothered to come.

“I was wondering,” he starts, leaning against the doorframe. He seems to be hesitant, for his hands are restless, by his sides. “Are you still okay filming this movie?” His tone is flat, with no hint of reproach or anger.

You stop looking through the numerous outfits to give him your full attention. “I don’t know. I don’t. But I must. Why?” It’s funny, because for once ever since you met him, he doesn’t seem cocky in his way of speaking.

Jaebum shrugs, his inner self searching for the right words. “Because this movie is ridiculous, in my opinion.”

You raise your eyebrows as your mouth opens. Never did Jaebum questioned the job. He always did as he was told like everything was just fine.

“You mean, the chemistry thing? Or the whole movie?” You snort. Of course it’s ridiculous, it took him so long to notice that much?

“The whole movie.” He states, dead serious. “At some point I know chemistry is impossible, I got the memo.” He smiles, his tone back on mocking mode.

You don’t get it. You’re not his best-friend but you do act politely. He stopped being a jerk so you stopped being a bitch. Why is he even acting like you resent him? “We do get along.”

“Your manager told my manager that you think I’m a weird pervert who is most probably a sex-addict.” Jaebum explains slowly, proud to see your face become pale.

You did say that to your manager. It was that day Jaebum gave you three orgasms and your manager teased you yet again. Filming became okay, boring even, for it consisted of sex after sex.

You sigh, “I didn’t mean that. He was teasing me.”

“What was he teasing you about?” Jaebum’s next question makes you wonder why you have such a big mouth sometimes.

“Nothing worth sharing.” You utter, too tired to talk back.

Jaebum looks impressed and walks deeper into the room. “Rookie,” he takes a sit in front of the vanity table. “you’re not fierce today.” He smirks, the light behind him turning his face dark.

“I was never fierce. I’m just…lost?” You answer weekly, too confused with your situation. Maybe it was a mistake to become a porn actress.

“Why did you pick this profession, then?” Jaebum queries, leaning against the chair. “You could help your mother with a “regular” job, too.” He understands the struggle, but if it ruins your life, maybe it’s not something you should do.

The porn industry is no better than any other industry and it’s easy to fall into sticky situations. One always should check everything when it comes to a project. Actors can be pricks, and some agencies don’t follow the basic rules of keeping their actors clean.

You become defensive again. “I told you why.” You feel guilty enough, you don’t need Jaebum to come and make you feel even worse about your own life choices.

“What I mean is,” he gets up and drags himself toward you, before leaning so he can get at your level. “Is the satisfaction you feel when you send money to your mother higher than the satisfaction you would feel if you were not a porn actress but were earning less money?”

You don’t know what to answer. Putting things this way gives you another insight. There aren’t many jobs that include money without spending days after days at work. The agency pays you enough money to live decently, pay your father’s debt monthly and give some cash to your mother. Having a regular job – if you consider your poor education – means earning less money. You wouldn’t bear you mother calling you again because shark loans threatened her.

You chuckle, because for the first time you think that maybe this job isn’t a bad one. “So you can be cerebral.”

Jaebum smiles. “I have a big dick, but my brain is huge.” He winks playfully before straightening his back. “I can actually think on my own. Surprising, hm?”

You roll your eyes. “Anyways. I don’t know. If I think about my mother, things are easier yet complicated. She doesn’t know what I really do for a living.”

Jaebum doesn’t sound surprised at all. “I figured that much. You don’t seem to be the type of person who boasts about her occupation.”

“I wouldn’t dare. Especially when I think about how my life is going to be ruined after this.” You grab one of the water bottle provided by the staff. “Who wants to have a relationship with a porn actress?”

Jaebum snorts, unfazed. “We’re not talking about Hollywood. I doubt every guy you meet knows about your movies.”

“But I can’t hide it either. It’s a constant fear. Are we going to be porn stars all our lives?” Maybe Jaebum wants to. Even if he wanted to stop, it’s easier for guys to meet girls who don’t watch porn movies. He can live just fine.

Jaebum tilts his head, but turns around again. “I don’t plan on being a porn star all my life. Once I make sure I don’t need to work anymore, I’ll stop.”

You always thought he was glad to have sex and get paid for it. “You don’t?”

He laughs, his face transforming totally it’s the first time he bursts out laughing in front of you. “I’m full of surprises today, right?”

You can only nod, looking impressed. So this guy can talk about something else than sex and actually thinks about his future out of the industry.

He walks away, whistling.

--

It’s a calm week. The scenes are peaceful. They involve more dialogue and less action, except for the moments you need to make out. You admit that Jaebum is good at making out. He knows when to tease and when to stop, he can be gentle but firm and more often than not, you find yourself aroused when he is done with you. It’s frustrating, but you blame it on science.

Also, you were always told you could get wet with the simplest touches.

These short scenes make you see him differently. He is more obedient, he lets you go your pace, helps when you have trouble acting, and even makes jokes when you feel anxious. It’s a drastic change, but it makes you feel comfortable. You suspect he is maybe trying to make things easier for you and grabs the opportunity of non-sexual scenes to show himself more.

You see him read one time, between shots at the park. He stays quiet and thanks the staff as they fix his hair.

Maybe you were totally wrong about him.

This leads to more talk between you. Jaebum shares that he is an only child and told his parents about his job. He explains he saves money so he can invest in real estate business and will stop as soon as he earns enough money from his investments.

He seems responsible and down on earth, aware that this job is temporary.

The week goes by in the blink of an eye. It makes you situate your level of civility with Jaebum, and you come to the conclusion that the boy isn’t what you think he was. You’re surprised even, when you start appreciating the fact that he is your co-actor. His experience often comes in handy, and he doesn’t mind doing most of the work when you don’t know what to do with your body.

The staff is delighted. You can see it by the way they look at you during these scenes. You were apparently able to create the chemistry that goes beyond sex and more toward a relationship.

Jaebum finds the situation odd. Making-out was never in his books when it came to his job, and he has trouble dealing with this. He decides to give everything he can, no matter how much he doesn’t like it. He is the one who has experience, even though he wouldn’t say it is helping for the current situation. The scenes are too soft, too mushy, there is way too much affection.

It’s starting to look like real life and he doesn’t like how private his actions became.


The week ends with glee. Jaebum knows there are only two sex scenes left, and he is happy that things are coming to an end. You feel the same, even though you need to sort your own worries out and decide whether you will keep on doing this or not.

Jaebum tells you to think about your own satisfaction first, that people around you shouldn’t put a cub on your life. He says this job is like any other job, that your intentions are one of a girl who wants to protect her family.

You wish you could agree with him.

--

“We will start in ten.” The staff runs everywhere. It’s never easy to film a scene in a shower. The fake bathroom is grey and white, with a big walk-in shower and the glaze walls leave no intimacy. It’s beautiful yet scary, giving you chills as you imagine the things you’ll do there.

Jaebum is absolutely unfazed, his headphones deep into his ears and head bobbing to the music. You don’t get why they insist on fixing his hair, but he doesn’t complain and almost falls asleep, the hair-stylist scolding him for not tilting his head properly.

Your phone rings, making you edge on your seat. It’s unusual for your mother to call you in the middle of the day considering she doesn’t want to bother you.

You greet her and understand something is not right when you hear her raspy voice. “Is everything okay?” you utter, trying to keep the conversation as private as possible.

Your mother sighs and coughs, and you can hear shuffling, like she is moving way too much. “I received the money today, I wanted to thank you.” She stops to cough, but you can hear her chuckle. “Sorry to disturb you!” she finishes in the middle of sniffs.

“You’re not disturbing me but are you okay? You sound sick.” She does sound different and you’re definitely not stupid. Something is wrong with her.

She stops coughing right away. “I’m fine. I just caught a cold, but I’m fine!” You know her. She doesn’t want you to worry about her health. You mother has always been this way; she always acts like everything is okay.

Maybe it’s a mother thing.

“Did you eat? Did you go to the doctor? I can send more money?” You propose, your heart-rate increasing at the thought of your mother, alone and sick.

She laughs cutely, “I am okay. I’ll eat something when I feel less nauseous. Don’t worry about me.”

“How can I not? Take care of yourself, mom!” You can only scold her because you feel useless.

When was the last time you visited her? Maybe it’s because you send her money. Maybe you think it’s enough caring on your side and you don’t need to move because she can manage just fine with what you send her. You sigh loudly when she agrees briefly and hangs up - she knows you’re the nagging type - leaving you worried right before filming.

You can’t keep on thinking about your mother when you’re about to film a sex scene. You rest your face on your hands, sighing loudly.

You don’t notice Jaebum, who is now looking at you, brows raised. “What’s going on?” he asks, nodding toward you.

You look up and shake your head, “Nothing important,”. You get up and start stretching, your body suddenly stiff with worry. “my mother is sick.” You end up telling him, maybe because you consider him as a colleague now. It’s not like he can do anything about it anyways.

Jaebum gets up when the staff tells you it’s time to start, and while you walk away to find the crew, he follows suit, his eyes not leaving your tensed face.

How can you even do this now? You can’t focus on sex when you have constant images of your mother. Every step feels so heavy as you enter the bathroom. The staff is ready, the heater is blowing hot air and creating steam on every glass,

You sigh, hand fumbling with your bathrobe to untie it.

The director approaches you slowly, not even sensing something is wrong and frustrating you even more. “Chemistry. Remember?” he knows you so well. Everyone knows you’re not giving your all.

Maybe it’s not worth the effort, after all.

You remove the thick bathrobe and step in front of the shower. You don’t look behind you, for Jaebum must be about to get naked. You don’t need him to be cocky right now.

Even though you got used to it, you suddenly feel like crying for no reason.

You hear soft whispers and the sound of a camera flashing, before a cameraman steps next to you. Jaebum is right behind you, and you can feel his calm breathing, building goosebumps right at your nape.

“Action!” It makes you flinch, the way the voice echoes in the empty bathroom, you step into the now running water, followed by a cautious Jaebum. You don’t want to act like you like it. You hate it.

You turn around, sighing when the way too hot water hits your hair. Jaebum is right in front of you, walking carefully until you’re pressed against the wall. He halts, a warm hand grabbing your own cold one to kiss your fingers.

He got better at it. It’s not like him to be this soft, though.

You look up from your joined hands to his eyes, only to find them staring at you. He smiles cheekily and sticks his body to yours.

His whole body is already turning red from the hot water but he doesn’t seem to mind, and even leans to kiss the corner of your lips. You immediately wrap your stiff arms around his neck to bring him closer, eyes fluttering shut in hope it would make you focus on the task at hand.

Jaebum kiss his way to you jaw, then neck, before licking your collarbone. You shiver some more, but can’t find it in you to do something. You’re frozen, blank. It’s the first time you’re totally clueless, unmoving and pensive when you’re supposed to be moaning you heart out.

Jaebum notices it, and before the director can yell at you two to stop being such unprofessional people, he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze to get your attention.

“Relax, she will be fine,” He breathes, voice deeper than ever. You blink back, a subtle nod telling him you will focus. Jaebum smiles, his face comforting and peaceful “now kiss me.”

You don’t know why you comply, but you do. Maybe it has to do with the way he looked at you, and how it made you forget about everything else for a moment. You don’t have the time to think about it further as his hands grab your face to tilt your head and deepen the kiss.

It makes you hum in pleasure, and you can almost hear the relieved sighs of the crew around you. Jaebum’s tongue curls against yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks to make you calm down.

You almost melt, the water soaking you two and running against your faces. He parts from you with a heavy sigh, a little bit embarrassed to be turned on by such a tiny move. His hands leave your face, but his eyes don’t move. They are locked, making you wonder what he is thinking.

He never looks at you with such intensity.

You blink, hands going to his sides to bring his body closer to yours. He doesn’t complain, letting you do whatever you feel is needed without a hint of arrogance. You caress his skin, looking down when you can’t stand his burning gaze anymore. Your fingers graze every part of his skin it can reach, from his hips to shoulders. He offers his body, and you guess he finally stopped looking at you when he goes back to your neck, sighing.

He likes it, he likes it for real. Jaebum doesn’t know how to act this soft. You might not know him that well, but his style is precise. He does things because it’s what he is supposed to do. Right now, he is doing things out of pure will and impulsiveness.

You thought you would find it weird if he ever decided to act like someone who cares because it doesn’t suit him. So why is it that you’re enjoying it more than you should?

You even hug him closer, not even conscious enough to notice the cameraman filming your connected pelvises. Your head finds shelter into his chest, and your lips part against his toned chest, offering open mouthed kisses and soft licks.

Jaebum softly grabs your leg and wraps it around him, his other hand tracing a pattern until it reaches you breast. He gives it a soft squeeze right before his thumb starts toying with your nipple. You gasp against him, your head now a mess of drenched locks and dripping water.

You lean against the wall, your hands around his shoulders so you can wrap yourself around him totally. He gets the hint and before you can ask for more, his hand aims for your belly. “Shall we go down…?”

Yes. You want to say yes. Too many unexpected things are happening. You’re almost shaking, even though the air is suffocating and steam is everywhere around you.

You don’t have the time to speak and prefer not to, because his hand is already going down at an amazingly slow pace, so unlike the Jaebum who is impatient and carnivorous.

He kisses you when his fingers land on your clit. They are burning, even more than your own body who almost collapses on the tiled floor. He swallows your moans and dips further into your flesh, brushing your folds yet not entering you.

You shudder when he grabs your leg with his free hand to pull it apart from him and raise it higher. He nibbles on your lip before licking it and right when you thought you were safe, brings a finger into you.

You almost hit your head against the wall, and you don’t even care that water is entering your opened mouth, because he is kissing his way down to your chest. You try to focus but before you reach for his penis he moves away, clicking his tongue in a disapproving manner.

“Not yet, princess.”

Maybe it’s time to freak out. Princess? Is Jaebum really into his character or is he turning into a madman right now, during a shower sex scene for a porn movie?

He dives further, teeth careful around your breasts, sides and navel. It almost hurts, because it twitches everywhere, from his finger deep inside of you to his wandering lips.

You open your eyes right on time for the cameraman to focus on your ecstatic face, and you refuse to admit you’re not even acting. You’re actually turned on to the point of unconsciously rotate your hips against his playful hand

You feel him smirk and when he looks up, you understand he isn’t playing. You don’t need to be a genius to notice how hard he already is, no matter how neglected his penis had been. He kisses your lower abdomen one last time, before raising your leg higher.

Curiosity gets the best of you so you stare back in shock as the sensuous man pulls out of you to lick his finger, before bringing it back to your pussy lips. By now you know you’re not only wet from the water falling from the ceiling’s shower head. Jaebum feels it, and it makes him smile sweetly, before his impatience gets the best of him.


You refuse to see more when his head goes for your clit. You focus on the pleasure, realizing it’s even more disturbing.

Jaebum knows he should tone it down. He isn’t one to act like this for a movie, no matter how soft they want him to be. So far he had been everything but the gentle type of guy and it was fine by him. He didn’t ask for this movie and most certainly didn’t think it would turn this way.

It’s making him too vulnerable, not because he isn’t acting like himself, but because he is doing exactly what he would do in a sincere and romantic situation.

Which is why he wants to focus on hard-core porn, where no strings are involved and he can pound his way into co-actresses from movies to movies. He got famous for that, so why should he suddenly become the caring type?

He knows why, and it’s the same reason why he started feeling pleasure beyond physical stimulation.

Yet he doesn’t stop, enjoying you breaking in front of him, and relieved he was able to make you think about something else. It shouldn’t matter, he should play his part and not even mind your business, but he knows himself too well to fool his brain.

Him acting like this has only one meaning, one he is willing to put aside for numerous reasons.

The first one is that you think he is a weirdo. The second one that he is a porn actor. The third one is that you are, too, a porn actress. The list could go one for hours, and through the scenes and interactions, he wonders when was the moment he started being too thoughtful about his job and less professional.

Heck, he didn’t even care about you. He isn’t one to fall for sex. It’s his bloody job, he should be immune to this kissing and licking.

Yet he is on his knees, with way too hot water burning his back and lips kissing your pussy like he enjoys it.

And oh does he enjoy it. He is rock hard. He wants to slap himself when he concludes he truly wants to make you see stars. Not because he has to, not because he gets paid for it, but because he finds pleasure and excitement in seeing you shudder.

He even adds a second and third finger, and even though your thigh is getting heavy, he lifts it as much as he can so he can go deeper, and praises himself when you moan out loud.

“Wait, I’m-“ You choke the words, tongue-tied and hands flying to grab his hair and stop him from rubbing his tongue harder against you.

Eventually he stops and slows his pace. His fingers are sloppy now but he doesn’t completely stop, focused on the task yet glancing up when you pull his wet locks away from his face.

You look down, breathless. Jaebum is right there, eyes on you and fingers twisting inside you. His cheeks are a light shade of pink from the heat and even the water seems non-existent as your hands touch his cheeks to caress them.

When was the last time he looked so adorable and soft? 


Never.

“Come here.” You command, blaming the heat for your overwhelmed state. Surprisingly he complies, standing up and instantly sticking his body against yours. He lets your leg fall before grabbing your face with a more familiar harshness and kissing you.

It’s passionate. If the staff wanted chemistry, they have it. You hear gasps, like you’re doing a great job and it’s true, Jaebum is doing just great as he grasps your hips and slowly turns you around.  He hugs you, your wet back against his burning chest and leads you to one of the glaze wall. The steam on the glass turns into indecent prints of your body against the transparent surface. The cameraman rushes behind it to focus on the parts where your breasts press against the hard wall, praising himself for the somewhat artistic effect.

Jaebum attaches himself, raging puffs of air tingling the back of your ear. His hard-on is solid against your butt-cheeks but he teases, rubbing himself slowly. He lets his forehead rest on your shoulder so he can watch himself disappear between the two round and delicious-looking pieces of flesh. You arch your back to meet his moves and it suddenly gets too much for him.

He wants to break you until his mere existence never leaves your damn mind.

You let out a delighted sigh when he bites on your shoulder and almost twerk against him. He grunts and it turns into a whine when the tip of his penis starts twitching. He needs to finish this before something incredibly embarrassing happens.

So he penetrates you to the hilt. He slides in so easily it turns in on even more, the probability of you being aroused enough to initiate slow and hard thrusts against your slippery flesh.

You throw your head back, breathing out and creating more steam on the glass. His hands grip your hips with too much gentleness. His thrusts are long yet firm, with a slight pressure to rub against your inner walls yet soft enough to make you crave for more.

His head doesn’t leave your shoulder, and he even dares asking for kisses, which you give him willingly, head twisting until it almost hurts just so you can have a taste. Inevitably, he goes faster, one of his hand reaching for your clit to make you squirm.

“Jae- bum-” He kisses you harder so the staff doesn’t hear you say his name, but deep inside he is close. He is close because you’re moaning his name and the sound only makes him want to do things no one else should see.

Jaebum doesn’t care about the cameras. He never did, he never had any problems with showing himself, he who gives too little importance to appearance. Let it be one or twenty cameras, he doesn’t give a damn shit and even more now, with you pressed against him and pushing against his dick to impale yourself on it.

You don’t even notice your little slip, your thoughts clouded by the upcoming orgasm.

It’s only natural that he speaks against your mouth, breathless. “Cum with me.” He isn’t ordering around, he is being the needy Jaebum, the one who fails at being cocky when he is about to ejaculate.

You grab his free hand before it becomes too much to handle. Your fingers fit perfectly against his, and while you’re holding the wall with your free hand, he brings your joined hand to your chest, collecting you against him and offering one last push.

You end up finishing at the exact same time, with soft moans and it’s a mess of wriggling and shaking. Jaebum helps you stay up and you freeze, the endorphins way too effective to keep your eyes opened.

“Cut!”

You don’t even hear the director, but you open your eyes right on time to look at the cameraman who is running back to the staff.

“Great work!”

You straighten your back, almost forgetting about where you are but Jaebum is quick to move, emptying you totally and making you shiver some more. The staff stops the water and it’s suddenly too silent.

“You okay…?” You wonder why he is still way too close to your face, but you decide not to ruin everything so you nod.

When you turn around, he is smiling. “Good.”

You run away as fast as you can.

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[can-youmoveyourseatup]

“I think I just kissed you?”

A/n - omg hey hi hello !! im so so sorry I haven't posted in the longest of times but this is me trying to find my groove again! so ta da! some tooth rotting fluff coming right up!! also sorry to @unyielding-as-the-sea who has been waiting a very long time for this imagine (I'm sorry I'm the worst) but better late then never pls send me requests, feedback all that stuff and enjoy!!

((sorry in advance about how cliche but sjsjsjjs I was feeling the fluff))

request: Hey I saw you're taking Marvel requests? If it's not too much trouble, could you please write something Bucky/Reader where the reader really isn't a morning person? Thank you :)

((I’m so sorry I deviated a lil’ from the prompt but hopefully its okay!))

warnings: a lil bit of swearing? but other than that just some tooth rotting fluff!!

word count: 6.7k (yeET)

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You shrieked when your sheets were ripped from your tight grasp, the cold air enticing a shiver to travel down your spine. You blinked sleepily, blindly patting the bed only to groan loudly when your fingers met the mattress. Another grumble slipped past your lips when the curtains were torn apart, the morning sun streaming into your once dark oasis. Your mood was already turning sour and the day had yet to begin.

Leaning up on your elbows, you glared at Steve standing by the foot of your bed, his hands on his hips disapproval etched into his expression. It was a look you had grown accustomed to, having been on the receiving end more times than you would care to admit. You glowered at each other for a few moments, Steve shifting to cross his arms against his chest, his eyebrows raised expectedly. You took this as your cue to drag yourself out of bed and prepare yourself for whatever torture he had in mind. Steve’s frown grew deeper and when you shook your head defiantly.

You sighed, breaking the eye contact, coming to terms with the inevitable. “I hate you so much right now.” Your voice croaked uncomfortably, several octaves lower than your normal tone. Steve didn’t so much as flinch, at the insult, a ghost of a smile threatening to take over his features.

“That sounds more like a ‘you’ problem, not a ‘me’ problem.” Steve deadpanned, his lips curling into a smirk when you pouted in his direction. “Now get out bed. We have a meeting.” You let out another whine, before burying your face in the pillow beside you.

You detested mornings. There were very few things that could pull you out of your slumber willingly and team meetings were definitely not one of them. Listening to one of Steve’s very obviously pre-rehearsed speeches was not something that enthralled you to begin with, but add a Monday morning into the equation and it became your worst nightmare.

“Nah, I’m good Cap but thanks for the offer.” You couldn’t suppress the smirk you were sporting when your heard Steve groan, his exasperation evident. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was throwing his hands up like the dramatic Star-Spangled-Captain he is.

“Y/N! Get up! Meeting room in five minutes!” You watched with your face pressed into your pillow as Steve stalked out of your bedroom, all hope for sleep evaporating instantaneously. Huffing, a miserable pout settled on your lips as you glowered at the ceiling and cursed Steve for his stupid antics. Your eyes wandered to the door, weighing up the pros and cons of curling up back under your sheets.

“Five minutes, Y/N!” You sighed delicately as Steve’s order rang down the corridor, no doubt aware of the plan you were devising. The team knew you all too well.

You didn’t even try to hide the scowl that had settled on your lips as you entered the meeting room, ignoring the looks of amusement your team shot in your direction. They didn’t expect anything less of you - still in your pyjamas, you hair a tangled mess with two different socks on either foot.

“Nice jammies Y/N.” You swatted the back of Sam’s head, rolling your eyes when he continued to laugh. You scanned the room for an available seat, not oblivious to the fact that you were the last team member to enter the room.

“Y/N! Here, hun, I saved you a seat!” You turned to smile gratefully in Natasha’s direction only to freeze in your spot when you realised who else you would be seated next to. Quickly you recovered, glaring at her harshly to which she only smirked. You tried to stay calm when you made eye contact with Bucky, but your heart wouldn’t stop thudding uncomfortably in your chest when he smiled warmly at you. He was wearing the blue t-shirt that brought out his eyes, the one that you loved.

“You’re welcome.” Natasha whispered in your ear, giving you a wink when you glared at her in response.  A few weeks ago when you splurged on one too many cocktails at Tony’s birthday party, your tongue became a little too loose, and you babbled on to Nat about how big of a crush you had Bucky Barnes. She sat beside you at the bar listening to you ramble on and on about how attractive you thought Bucky was and how his jawline could slice your finger just by looking at it. You moaned about how his eyes made you weak and how that blue t-shirt that was a little more or the snug side drove you mad. Since then, Natasha had not hesitated in trying to admit your feelings every chance she got. She knew how smitten you were, always shooting you not-so-subtle glances every time he would walk in the room or flash you a smile that made you feel all tingly inside.

You internally groaned when you clumsily plonked yourself in your chair. You didn’t fail to notice the very little space that sat between you and Bucky. His broad form not helping the situation as his elbows and legs unintentionally took up most of your space. You turned to Natasha again.

“Do you think you could m-”

“Nope.” You mouth dropped open in disbelief, blinking in her direction. You were about to retort and preferably wipe that stupid little smug smirk off her face but Steve clearing his throat cut you off. You resorted to the iciest glare you had ever given another individual - she knew what she was doing and she was loving every second of it, unfazed by how utterly flustered you were.

It wasn't as though you didn't talk to Bucky, because you did. The two of you shared inside jokes and you lived for the banter between Bucky, Sam and yourself. But too often, you found yourself getting a little to caught up in the way he smiled widely, and when he would catch you staring, you would shift from one foot to the other awkwardly before blubbering nonsense about an errand you had to run.

“Right.” You broke eye contact with Natasha and turned to face Steve who was looking at everyone expectantly, before delving into a long speech about the mission in two days. You tried to pay attention, you really did, but the moment he started to talk “strategy” he lost you. You feigned interest, nodding enthusiastically whenever you accidentally made eye contact, making sure he didn't catch you staring distractedly out the window behind him. 

It didn't help that Bucky kept fidgeting beside you. It was like your senses were on hyper alert. You couldn't help but notice every time he would sigh delicately and bring his bottom lip between his teeth, turn to fiddle with the loose strand on his shirt humming quietly under his breath or shift his chair slightly trying to get comfortable. You tried not to jump every time his thigh would bump against your knee from its persistent swaying, but every time it did your could feel yourself growing hot. You tried to pretend it didn't affect you when his hand brushed against your bare thigh when he checked the time on his phone.

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky whispered, smiling lightly before pocketing the device. You shook your head dismissively, despite the way your felt inside, cursing yourself  for still being in your pyjama shorts. 

“s fine, Buck.” You smiled in return, pretending to refocus your attention on Steve, fighting the blush that threatened to crawl up your cheeks. You were trying to remain nonchalant but how could you? He was making it real damn hard.

So when his thigh hit your knee again moments later, you didn’t freeze but when he kept it there, his foot dangerously close to your own, your heart pounded furiously in your chest. It didn’t help at all when he leant forward, elbow on the arm rest, so close to you that you could smell his cologne. You were delirious? Or did you just hear him chuckle lowly, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear.

Oh my gosh, Y/N pull it together woman!!

Trying to calm yourself and maintain your nonchalant facade, you rested your head and your arms on the table, breathing out a shaky breath. To your utmost surprise, you felt Bucky follow your lead behind you, leaning on the table. He was close before but now, he was all you could think about as his breath tickled your neck, his intoxicating scent invading your sense. You watched Steve in a daze as he turned to gesture to something behind him.

“Have you ever noticed how small Steve’s ass is? Like, the serum made everything double in size except for his ass.”

When Bucky whispered in your ear, you all but choked on your own saliva, a mixture of a cough and a burst of laughter escaping you. You flailed your hands in front of your face helplessly, coughing repeatedly as Bucky patted you on the back, rolling his lips in his mouth to stop himself from laughing at your expense. With watery eyes you snuck a glance at Bucky, your cheeks glowing when you found him grinning sheepishly at you, the corner of his eyes crinkled and his lower lip caught between his teeth. 

“Carry on,” you spluttered out, when Steve paused, eyeing you incredulously as though you had grown two heads. You couldn’t blame him; you couldn’t very well have a coughing attack from literally nothing. “I’m all good. I’m breathing, see?” You huffed out an exaggerated breath, rambling slightly, Bucky’s grin throwing you off guard.

“As I was saying,” you ignored the obvious annoyance that laced Steve’s words at the interruption and stared at the board.

“I hate you.” You bitterly mumbled, refusing to acknowledge Bucky chuckling behind you.

“No, you don't.” He whispered back and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. You tried your best not to melt right then and there when you felt his leg still pressed against your own, his foot now nudging yours softly. But he was right; you really couldn't hate him.

It had been two days since the meeting room incident and Bucky has been driving you fucking crazy. When the meeting ended you did not hesitate to dart up from your seat and stumble to the kitchen, stammering nonsense about cravings. You didn’t miss the way Natasha laughed loudly and the way Bucky’s eyes curiously followed your retreating figure.

‘Maybe he was in a good mood?’ you thought to yourself, trying to brush off his actions. But his touchy-feely behaviour did not cease and it was driving you mad. It seemed every time he walked into a room now you would blush furiously refusing to make eye contact, already anticipating the little touches and caresses that made you tingle all over. 

A hand on the small of your back whenever he walked past you, mumbling a “’scuse me, doll” every damn time. You weren't sure if you had just noticed, but he never called you by your first name opting for a pet name - doll, sweetheart, darling. The casual drawl of his voice would cause the blood to rush to your face at the very thought. A hand squeezing your hip when you were facing the countertop, back to the door way as he reached up to grab a bowel despite the clean stack beside you from the dishwasher. You could feel his lingering glances at training, making you stumble one too many times and almost embarrassingly drop a weight on your foot. Offering to dry the dishes when it as your turn to wash, standing closer than need be, his hip bumping against yours whenever he cracked a joke. 

He was driving you to the brink of insanity, your head spinning at the very thought. So here you were, lounging on the couch not at all focusing on the re-runs of Friends playing on TV. Natasha and Tony had insisted that Steve and Wanda catch up on the series but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't stop overthinking the way Bucky had squeezed your hip jokingly during training in response to your sharp tongue. 

“Scoot over.” The voice in your ear made you jolt in your seat, not fully registering what Bucky said as he walked around the sofa, looking at your legs expectantly. You shifted slightly, tucking your feet underneath you, shocked at seeing Bucky look so casual. I mean sure, you both lived together and he had seen you at worst morning state, but this was different. He just looked so much more comfortable than you had ever seen him. The black t-shirt plastered against his chest exposed his arm completely, the pair of red flannelette pyjamas hanging loosely of his legs as his sock clad feet padded against the floor, his hair tied back into bun at the nape of his neck.

You felt yourself grow warmer at your not-so-subtle staring and the way he pressed himself up against your side completely, despite there being plenty of room on the other side of him. He shot you a smile, the one where his eyes crinkled, small and gentle as though this was something the two of you had down thousands of times. You returned it, albeit slightly shaky before turning your attention to the television, pointedly ignoring the matching smirks Natasha and Wanda (who she no doubly had blabbed to) were shooting in your direction. 

Your thoughts became incomprehensible when Bucky let out a groan, settling himself further into the couch, his arm winding around your shoulders and his feet stretching out to rest on the coffee table. You tried to not let your breathing become erratic as the weight of his arm inevitably brought you closer together,  tucking you into his chest with your head against his shoulder.

“Are you cold?” He didn't even wait for you to reply before throwing the blanket that sat on the end of the couch over the two of you. He sighed lightly again, bringing you even closer to his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing your arm mistaking your goosebumps for the weather.

“Thanks, Buck.” You smiled gratefully despite your overactive heart pounding in your chest. You tucked your head onto Bucky’s shoulder before you had time to think about what you were doing.

“You okay, doll?” He whispered lowly after a little while, his fingers caressing your shoulder to get your attention. You nodded quickly, glancing up at him through your eyelashes to see his lips turned up into a lazy smile. “Good.” He said simply re-focused his attention to the screen.

But you couldn't pay attention, how could you when he was this close? You stared forward distracted, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth every time he let out a laugh or sniggered. Soon he began to thread his fingers softly through the ends of your hair and despite the way your heart thudded, you found yourself relaxing, subconsciously leaning further into his side. You suppressed a shudder every time his fingers gently scratched against your scalp, as he thread them through the length of your hair. 

Soon enough, you could feel his fingers slowing down and his arm getting heavier around you. His head kept lolling back and then jotting forward as he tried to keep himself from falling asleep. He wasn't the only one; Tony and Steve had left about half an hour ago, bidding everyone goodnight and you could see Wanda struggling to keep her eyes open. It was when his head rested gently on top of yours that you gently tugged on his arm. 

He jolted upright, blinking sleepily. “You’re falling asleep, Bucky.” You whispered, blushing when he raised his head and almost knocked into yours in the process. You smiled at his tired expression, subconsciously brushing the hair that had fallen from his hair tie away from his forehead. 

“M sorry, did you say something darlin’?” Your heart hammered again, the term of endearment doing crazy things to you. You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes at his sheepish expression.

“I said: you’re falling asleep. Go to bed before you actually collapse on top of me.” He let out a small laugh, his arm slipping down to rest on your waist, sniffling a yawn.

“S’pose I should. But I’m so comfortable.” You didn't think it would be possible for him to get any cuter but it was as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, oblivious to the surprised squeak you let out. You tried to pry him off you, partly because he was heavy and partly because you thought you might possibly implode from having him this close.

That proved to be unsuccessful because all he did was fall down to your lap, reaching for the other blanket behind you to drape over himself. 

“By all means, make yourself at home.” You raised your hands in surprise, taken aback but just how touchy Bucky could be when he was sleepy.

“Thanks darlin’, I will.” 

You rolled your eyes, leaning back on the couch, not realising it yourself when you fell asleep. When you woke in the morning from Sam’s shouting, you were tucked into your bed, not remembering the small forehead kiss Bucky gave you before he left to collapse in his own bed. 

The morning of the mission came and your scowl was deeper than ever. “Why couldn't we do the mission in the afternoon? Why do we have to wake up so stupidly early.” You grumbled to yourself, flitting around the room to make sure your gear was intact and your small emergency backpack was filled with the essentials. 

With a heavy sigh, you close your bedroom door behind you, making your way to the quinjet. You smiled tightly at everyone, nodding at Steve who bid you ‘good morning’. You rarely spoke before missions, especially missions that were this early in the morning. You were either a) trying to wake themselves up or b) too nervous to even attempt a conversation. 

You sat in the furthest seat - once again the last team member to arrive, returning the smile Wanda shot you over her shoulder, seated in front of you. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” You watched in surprise as Bucky slid into the sit beside you, smiling broadly despite the early morning hours. You rose an eyebrow at his all-too-chirpy behaviour, a confused smile settling on your lips. You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't sat up the front with Steve, flicking Sam’s ear when he wasn't paying attention.

“Is it a good morning though? Is it really? I wanna be in bed.” You grunted in response, your breath catching in your throat when Bucky grinned in your direction, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“I’m right there with ya, hun.” You laughed lightly, turning your attention to star absentmindedly out the window. You sat together comfortably, passing the time with small talk - you both needed the distraction.

“Is that Y/N? Is that actually Y/N having a conversation with someone before noon? I though I would never see the day. What did you say to her Barnes?” Sam quipped, laughing to himself from the front, a teasing grin settled upon his lips.

“Shut it bird brain.” You snapped back, keeping your eyes downcast feeling everyone looking at you. Your spirits were lifted when you heard Bucky suppressing a laugh beside you, his chest shaking slightly as a chuckle escaped him. 

“Rude.” Sam deadpanned simply, rolling his eyes before turning back around. You took your chances and shot a fleeting glance in Bucky’s direction to find him grinning boyishly down at you. Without even realising you grinned back, growing warm at the look he was giving you. It was looks like these that you replayed in your mind all the time. He looked at you like you were the light of his life, his eyes clearer than ever with a genuine beam plastered upon his face. But you always inwardly scolded yourself, not wanting to build up your hopes for them to be knocked down. You turned your focus to the front aimlessly staring out the window as you fiddled with the buckle on your seat; un-doing it and re-doing it. 

Something gently nudged your thigh, and you glanced down to find Bucky’s human hand palm facing up resting beside your leg. You bit your bottom lip and had to contain the squeal you so desperately wanted to let out. You had seen enough rom-coms and read enough romance book to know what that meant: he wanted you to hold his hand. 

And so you did, placing your palm gently against Bucky’s warm one for him to intertwine your fingers together. 

‘You were probably annoying him with the seatbelt.’ you thought to yourself, trying to make sense of it all.

You didn't dare look at him, trying to gauge his reaction from the corner of your eye. You heart thudded when you noticed the pink shade that dusted his cheeks, he too pointedly not making eye contact. You jumped slightly whens his thumb gently caressed the inside of your palm, a shudder unexpectedly running down your spine. 

A comfortable silence lingered, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with conversation. Your mind was reeling, barely noticing when the quinjet began to land. Bucky’s hand gently squeezing your own brought you out of your daydream. 

“C’mon darlin’, lets go kick some bad guy’s ass.” You snickered as he squeezed your hand one more time before letting it go, your palm hitting your thigh limply, already missing the warmth.

How did I end up here?

You thought to yourself, your mind reeling as you stared at the very small room and the very small single bed pressed against the wall of the makeshift bedroom. You blinked slowly, your grip on your bag tightening slightly as you refused to focus on anything else. You began to connect the dots, recalling Natasha’s voice in your ear over the intercom.

“Its too dangerous to come back to the quinjet right now. If you travel a little further down the path there’s a small hotel, I’ve booked you two a room. Stay there for the night and Steve and I will come and get you in the morning.” Before you could even let out a protestant squawk she had left the line, refusing to respond no matter how many times you screeched her name down the intercom.

“Do you want to shower first?” You were reminded of Bucky’s presence when he gently touched your bicep, nodding in the direction of what you assumed was the bathroom. 

“Huh?” You blanched, blinking up at Bucky who was too close, close enough that you could see the small cut that was already healing over his eyebrow. Bucky smiled patiently, evidently not startled at all by the very small single bed you were both going to have to squeeze into. 

“The shower; d’you want to use the shower first.” You could hear how tired he was, no doubt just as eager as you to go to sleep. He had been at the forefront of the fight with Steve, whilst you came in later, his bones no doubt aching from the mission. But here he was, being so damn thoughtful making you think the unthinkable again.

“No, Buck its fine, you go first. You need it.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell, sweetheart?” You scoffed rolling your eyes.

“Yes,” You deadpanned, laughing at his look of mock offence. “now go have a shower, before you collapse on the floor.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Just don't use up all the hot water, please.”

“Yes ma’am.” Grabbing his bag off the floor where he had dropped it, he turned to the bathroom. “Thanks, love.” He smiled at you over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. 

Despite the jokes and your calm demeanour you were still most definitely freaking out on the inside. You waited until you could hear the shower running before you reached into the bad and with shaky fingers, you made a call.

“Natasha Romanoff I am going to murder you when I get back.” You hissed down the line as soon as she answered, trying keep your voice as low as you could, mildly aware of Bucky humming lowly as he showered. 

“A ‘thank-you’ will suffice Y/N.” 

“A ‘thank-you’?” You almost yelled incredulously, all but collapsing on the bed. “Nat, theres one bed and I can barely sit next to him on movie nights without hyperventilating about how fucking good it feels when he has his arm around me! How in the hell am I gonna be able to sleep in the sam- holy shit. Nat my heart won’t stop fucking pounding! What the shit, oh my gosh. This is it; I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not going to die you lunatic, it’s called feelings.” She laughed teasingly causing you to narrow your eyes.

“Don’t sass me right now Romanoff, I’m about to hyperventilate! There’s only one bed. Holy shit!” You repeated angrily, swearing profusely at nothing in particular. A small part of you was jumping for joy to have an excuse to cuddle up again to your long-time crush but the other part of you was screaming.

“Y/N? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky’s voice came through the door, gentle, soft and welcoming. You didn't even register how loud your voice had gotten, he was obviously alarmed by your exclamation. 

“Y-yes! I’m fine! Just uhh, can't get the television to work!” You cringed at your own words, cursing yourself inwardly. Who were you? Steve? 

“What the hell Y/N?” Natasha giggled down the line uncontrollably, no doubt having the time of her life. You froze when the water stopped.

“Listen, you better tell Stark to get me another room or so help me-”

“Sorry, no can do! Gotta go! Love you, stay safe!” You gaped in surprise when you heard the dial tone. Before you had time to redial and yell at her some more, the bathroom door opened. 

“All yours.” Bucky smiled, his hair still slightly damped pulled back into his regular bun, clad in a regular pair of training wear: sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“All my what?” You blurted, feeling yourself flush all over. 

“The bathroom, darlin’,” Bucky laughed, not at all bothered by your complete lack of people skills right now. “I’m going to jump in bed, what side do you want?”

You froze again at how casual he sounded, evidently not at all bothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with you. 

“The wall, please.” You squeaked, your grip around your phone tightening as you felt yourself flushing ever more. 

“Sure thing.” He smiled again, tossing his bag by the foot of the bed. You nodded, standing in the middle of the room in a daze before abruptly turning and entering the bathroom. 

You huffed out a breath as you stared at your reflection, wincing at your matted hair that stuck to your forehead, drenched in sweat. How did Bucky smile at you the way he did when you looked like that? You paused for a few moments more, trying to collet and make sense of your thoughts. 

You were almost positive he didn't like you like that. You were absolutely sure you crush was completely one sided. But a small part of you was screaming that he reciprocated your feelings, the way he kept touching you so casually and looking at you like you were his and he was yours ignited a part within you that just wanted him closer. Groaning lowly you ran your hand over your face positive you weren't going to make it through the night without having a mental breakdown. 

You showered slowly, even when the water went cold, you took your time attempting to delay the inevitable. You had no idea how the hell you were going to face him when you thoughts wouldn't stop. Begrudgingly, you turned off the water when you fingers began to wrinkle, drying yourself off. You froze when you opened your bag to find it empty. Gone were the clothes you had packed earlier.

You were so going to murder Natasha when you got home. 

“Bucky?” You called out softly, gripping the towel around you as tightly as you could. 

It didn't take him long to respond at all, “What’s the matter?” His voice was laced with sleep and you immediately felt guilty for more than likely waking him. 

“I don't know how, I swear I packed clothes, but they're, erm, not in my bag,” Thanks to a certain red headed nuisance. “But my uniform is real gross right now. Do you mind going downstairs and asking where the-”

“Don't be silly darlin’, here, I've got a hoodie, it'll be long enough on you anyway,” He cut off your ramblings and before you could even protest, you heard him rummaging around the room then knocking softly on the door. 

“My eyes are closed, sweetheart I promise.” You took in a breath trying to calm yourself. Slowly you opened the door, to find Bucky his hand outstretch gripping the jumper, his metal fingers over his eyes. You paused for a moment, rolling your lips into your mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to leave your lips. 

“Are you laughing at me?” Bucky grinned, his bottom lip captured between his teeth. 

“No! No -I. . . Thanks Buck.” You rambled, snatching the hoodie from his grip and closing the door hastily behind you. You could hear him chuckle to himself before returning to bed, the springs groaning loudly under his weight. 

Quickly, you pulled the hoodie over your body, adoring the way it engulfed you entirely, the sleeves coming past your hands, the scent that has been driving you crazy surrounding you completely. With much hesitation, you pulled open the door avoiding Bucky’s lingering eyes which you could feel watching your every move. 

“I got the TV to work!” Bucky smirked, wiggling the remote in your direction proudly. You flushed and looked down at your feet, remembering your outburst. 

“Right. That’s uhh. . . that’s good Buck.” You pretended to yawn, wanting an excuse to fall asleep quickly and avoid causing any potential awkwardness. 

“Tired?” Bucky questioned, watching as you threw your bag next to his. You nodded, smiling lopsidedly in his direction before awkwardly clambering to your side of the bed. You quickly crawled under the sheets, apologising when you accidentally kicked his leg.

“Goodnight, Buck.” You whispered, trying to settle into the uncomfortable bed without invading too much of Bucky’s space. But it was impossible, Bucky was so close to you and eerily calm about the whole thing, absentmindedly flicking through the channels on the television.

“G’night, love. Sweet dreams.” You closed your eyes thankful that the sleep your were praying for came quickly.

It was hot. It was way too hot to even think right now. You could literally feel the sweat dripping off your skin as you kept your eyes closed, your clothes sticking to you in the most uncomfortable way. What a lovely way to wake up, you thought to yourself, letting out a small groan as you felt yourself twitch, the deep sleep you were once in slipping away from you due to your current uncomfortable predicament. But nevertheless, you refused to move - there was no way you were going to get up early if you didn't have too especially given the way your bones were aching.

Taking a deep breath, you buried your head further into the pillow, the stiffness prompting your eyebrows to crinkle. You couldn’t help but notice the silence that seemed to engulf the air; something that you were never fortunate enough to experience in the compound. You panicked for a moment before everything came rushing back: the mission, Natasha and Bucky. You would never get that look he gave you out of your head. For a moment, you let yourself think again of the possibility that maybe he was just as nervous around you as you were around him, recalling the blush that was on his cheeks when you clambered awkwardly into bed, his hoodie resting above your knees. 

Your thoughts quickly became muddled together when you became aware of the body that was curled up behind you. You felt your heart literally skip a beat, your eyes snapping open and your head spinning when you realised just how close they were, but when you caught sight of the metal fingers that rested above your pillow you could feel yourself flushing for a whole new reason. This time you were positive it wasn’t because of the heat. You stilled completely as you stared up at the metal panes, your mind racing; you couldn’t remember falling asleep last night, too drained emotionally and physically, but you were sure you had left as much room as possible between the two of you, but now there was none, a blush crawling up your neck as you become aware of the arm that was round around your waist. 

Bucky’s human fingers had slipped beneath his hoodie, lightly brushing against the skin on your hip, dangling on your stomach. Your legs were tangled together messily your foot resting against his calf, your toes no longer cold. You could feel the way his nose was buried in your unruly bed-hair, his breath trickling down your shoulder as he slept on completely unaware of what he was doing to you.

Now you really regretted picking the side against the wall. You desperately wanted to get out of bed to avoid the awkwardness that would for sure ensue if Bucky found himself wound tightly around you. 

As stealthily as you could, you turned over carefully, Bucky’s grip only tightening around you as you did so, mumbling lowly in his sleep. His hand curled over to your back, calloused fingers grazing the soft skin on the small of your back. You were sure you were going to implode, as he unconsciously dragged you even closer to his body, his chin resting against your forehead and his thick thigh wrapped around your calf. 

A few shaky breaths slipped past your lips as you collected yourself. You gently placed your hands against his chest, intending to pull yourself out his grip, but only found yourself blushing against the feeling of his very obviously toned chest beneath your fingertips. You gazed up at him, holding your breath when he mumbled again, nuzzling his face into the pillow. You had the perfect opportunity to slip away, his grip loose enough, but you didn't. You found yourself entranced by how peaceful he looked, so at ease unlike you had ever seen him. The sunlight streaming through the crack between the curtains you don't remember closing, illuminating the room enough for you to make out the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline. Your heart ached for him, the poor man who had been through so much and seen so much more than he ever should have. Subconsciously, your thumb caressed his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart against your skin. 

You almost jumped out of your skin, when he began to twitch next to you, letting out a long breath as his head dropped down to your neck. He groaned  tightening his grip around you that had loosened slightly. You couldn't see him, your nose pressed into his collarbone and you were glad, grateful that he couldn't see the way your cheeks were redder than ever before.

He hummed lightly, the action tickling your skin. You almost jumped when he murmured your name, checking whether you were awake. 

“Mhmm?” You hummed back, not trusting yourself with words right now.

“Is it morning already?” You had only heard his morning voice on odd occasions, when you weren't glaring down at your toast and payed enough attention to listen. But the gruffness in his voice made you weak at the knees, unprepared for how good it sounded. 

“Barely.” You squeaked, your voice unnaturally high pitched. 

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, pulling his head back to look down at you, a lazy smile working its way onto his lips. His arm was still wrapped around your body as his metal fingers gently brushed the hair away from your eyes, the gentlest expression you had ever seen him wear etched into his face.

Without warning, he lazily brought his head down and pressed his lips to yours in an action that felt all too natural. His lips were soft, their gentle caress leaving you craving more. His nose nudging against yours lightly as though he had done it thousands of times, as he delicately sighed into the kiss. You froze on the spot, the hand on his chest subconsciously curling to clutch the fabric in your hand.

He seemed to register what he had done a moment later, breaking your lips apart, his fingers still weaved through your hair. Panic began to seep into his expression as he opened his mouth to no doubt apologise, but it didn't look like he could speak, stammering profusely, “I. . . I didn't. . . I didn't mean to- no, not like that. . . I didn't-”

 “What did you just do?” You mumbled in disbelief, cutting off his ramblings, his lips so close to your own that they brushed against each other when you spoke. You were in a daze, your lips were tingling from being pressed against Bucky’s and all you could think about was how close he was. You didn't really need him to answer that question, you just really wanted to hear him say it.

“I think I just kissed you.” He finally whispered back, his blue eyes bright as he shifted his gaze between your lips and you eyes. He was hesitant, that was clear, not daring to move in the slightest. 

“I think I want you to do it again.” You finally muttered lowly. You could feel the way his heart was thudding so similarly to your own beneath the palm of your hand. You could feel the slight shake in his fingers as they curled around your waist, not wanting to mess anything up or scare you away. 

“Yeah?” Bucky nudged his nose against yours again, the ghost of a smile playing upon his lips as he looked at you. 

“Yeah.” You breathed out lamely, barely able to get the word out before you gave yourself time to starting overthinking, gripping his shirt and pressing your lips harder against his.

He groaned softly into the kiss, kissing you back with the same amount of fervour. His fingers splaying out against your back to pull you even closer, your hand cupping his jaw as his moved his lips in sync with yours in a way that left your dizzy and craving more. 

You wanted him closer, and its seemed as though Bucky had the same idea as he pulled you over his body. Your legs straddled his chest, his hands running up and down your sides before sneaking under to hoodie to grip your hips, a shiver travelling down your spine. Bucky noticed, his lips curling into a grin as he pulled your closer, your chest against his. 

You were euphoric. You had only ever imagined what it would be like to kiss Bucky, but this was a thousand times better. You felt weak every time his tongue traced your lip, your bodies moulding together easily, his body so warm and inviting. You groaned when Bucky’s lips left yours as you gasped for air, peppering kisses across your jawline, one of his hands cupping your neck while the other kept you pressed against him. His kisses became more lingering, and your breathe started to come back to you, a genuine smile setting upon your lips when Bucky looked up to face you, his cheeks flushed and his hair a complete mess.

“I think you ought to know, I mean, I’d be a bit concerned if you haven't figured it out already, but, I really, really, really like you, y/n.” He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face as you giggled down at him, pecking his lips once more. 

“And I, really, really, really like you, James.” You giggled again, smiling when he pulled you down again to connect your lips once more. You leaned back to stare at him, blushing profusely at the look of utter adoration in his expression.

“What a way to wake up.” Bucky whispered, tugging you toward him to kiss you again, and again, and again. 

You hummed in agreement, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “I could get used to this.”

“Oh darlin’, I absolutely adore you.”

You screeched excitedly when Bucky rolled you over, planting himself between your legs, kissing you softly once more.

Maybe you would have to thank Natasha after all.

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you answered my riddle

Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot 

word count: 1842

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!

It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.

Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor  "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"

I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty  cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting." 

Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling. 

By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling," 

  "now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting." 

He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"

"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!" 

The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.

Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand. 

"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin. 

"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss" 

a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.

"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.

-1 week later-

Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course. 

Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones. 

Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.

As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.

"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding . 

"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me. 

I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket.  Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"

"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company" 

Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.

"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera. 

His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there." 

"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him. 

Until then, Mr.nygma.

[celestialsoft]

⤻   *       GREETINGS AND HELLO !!!! :   IT IS I   ,   ADMIN EDIE !    HERE ONCE AGAIN HERE TO POST AN INTRO  :~))))  

this time i’m here to introduce you to my tenderhearted wee bab of an angel who clears my skin and grows by crops tBH, FRANK KANGDAE LONGBOTTOM, my lionhearted boi who deserves e v e r y t h i n g ( literally ; empty out your pockets and give EVERYTHING u have to frankleface longbooty—— he . deserves . it . all . !!!!! ) if you’d like to plot, please like this post or hmu in my im’s & without further ado —— here’s frank ! pls love him

⤻   *       APPLICATION   —— !

* ╰    ( KIM YOUNGKYUN )┋have you met ( FRANKLIN KANGDAE LONGBOTTOM ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( deep loneliness and deep kindness grown in equal parts —— and he speaks, so overcome with love, that i forget we are at war. he grew up hanging lanterns on hilltops to make sure the moon could see at night ; and practiced catching droplets of rain with his lips —— because even the clouds deserved a little romance. ' i infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void ' —— tenderhearted boy , luminescent boy : boy frightened , boy destroyed. unravelled by kindness ; compassion consumed —— on the precipice of supernova , he burns brightest in the darkest hour. he looks to me as if he were a man forged entirely of tenderness and the sun ; yet he is the sweet nocturne that plays despite how the beginning of the end has begun ). a ( twenty-one ) year old ( tenth ) year ( gryffindor ), the ( paladin ) is known to be ( + tenderhearted & + clement ), yet ( — oversolicitous & — pensive ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( healing ). rumour has it, ( frank ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes beyond the castle walls. ( edie, 22, aedt, she/her )

⤻   *       ABOUT FRANK  ——   !!

ahhhhh, frank longbottom —— where do i even start ????? if there’s just one thing that you should absolutely know about frank longbottom, it is that he is a gosh darn heckin’ angel. his heart is ??? so ??? genuinely pure ??? just thinking about it makes me want to tear up tbh

frank is the kind of boy who will charge straight into the carnage and chaos of the whomping willow to save a cat. he’s the kind of boy who hangs out by the edge of the black lake, worried that the giant squid is feeling lonely. he’s the kind of boy who sees the potential for good in everyone & everything, and is genuinely confused and appalled by acts of unkindness and malice when they occur. he chooses the path of benevolence, always, and he wants to keep everyone he loves safe so he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and feels like it is up to him, & him alone, to SAVE THE WORLD and make it a better place. i repeat for you my fronds : frank longbottom gosh darn heckin’ angel. but my god, is he a broken one.

⤻   *       BACKGROUND   ——   !!

frank was born into a sacred 28 pureblood family who cared very little for blood purity, but a whole lot for social justice & fighting for what is right. thomas and augusta longbottom first met at the ministry of magic, where their ‘ left-wing ’ progressive ideas about wizard / muggle / magical creature relations brought them together. their love brought frank longbottom into the world ; a child who was, from an early age, exposed to concepts of in/equality, systematic oppression, privilege, biased public policy, and injustice through his parents.

under the steady & tireless virtuous guidance of his mother and father, frank longbottom bloomed from infancy into childhood with a strong sense of egalitarianism & selflessness that most children only learned well into adolescence, and he had an awareness of the injustices of the world that many people did not gain even well into adulthood. yet despite his parent’s rather strict & heavy hand in discipline, there was always a remarkable air of benevolence and incorruptibility about frank that refused to be befouled.

nevertheless, frank was a terribly lonely child. he was homeschooled by a thoroughly screened, left-wing half-blood governess, and she was just about his only connection to the outside world. it goes without saying that sacred 28 pureblood socialising events & parties were off-limits and out of the question for frank, and since the longbottoms lived in suburban muggle england, frank was always too scared to socialise with many of the children in his neighbourhood, fearful that he would accidentally expose his magical lineage & incur terrible consequences for his folly. shut away in a house of absolute virtue and morality, frank longbottom was a victim of utter loneliness & never got to experience the world his parents adamantly taught and trained him to save … until his letter from hogwarts arrived, that is.

⤻   *       HOGWARTS   ——   !!

frank was a heckin’ confusing four-way house hat stall during his sorting. the hat sensed the resolute loyalty and benevolence of hufflepuff in him, the love and respect for knowledge and learning of ravenclaw in him & the tenacity and ambition to achieve his goals of slytherin in him, but ultimately, the sorting hat settled on “ GRYFFINDOR ! ”, declaring its choice with a booming roar. above all, the sorting hat sensed frank to be brave —— willing ( & desperate, even ) to fight for what is right. it’s a shame that frank, to this day, doesn’t seem to see this bravery in himself. but by the warm beacon of the gryffindor common room fireplace, under the twinkling candlelights of the great hall, and at the top of the astronomy tower ( the stars and galaxies at the reach of his very own fingertips ), frank, at hogwarts has grown to be exactly the kind of person his parents have always wanted him to be : stalwartly true ; combatting hate with kindness, and enveloping cruelty with warmth. he loves deeply and vastly, and he honestly radiates this other-worldy quality of brightness ??? he’s the light in the dark, and oh how he shines. 

however —— the fact that he’s already grown into someone that his parents are proud of doesn’t stop frank from still wanting to be better, and wanting to save the world. what frank doesn’t realise is that he can hardly save the world if he can’t first save himself. he’s constantly emotionally and physically exhausted ; spending every moment of his time helping those around him and making sure to change to the world one kind act at a time. slowly but surely, frank’s bleeding heart and compulsion for kindness is coming to the point of being harmful to his own health and wellbeing. 

so yeah … … . though frank is falling apart, he never lets this show & he really tries to never make this anyone else’s problem. through the haze of responsibility and moral duty that has always clouded frank’s life, there’s still a profound tenderness and warmth about him ; and among all his advocations and efforts towards justice & peacetime, it’s difficult to discern just how deeply scared, lost, and confused the boy is in a world that refuses to cease changing right before his very eyes ; an inevitable war upon the horizon. 

⤻   *       LITTLE HEADCANONS   ——   !!

frank has always been V MAGICALLY GIFTED. he showed his first signs of magic when he was just one and a half, when he had a terrible nightmare & woke up screaming in the middle of the night. instead of waiting for his parents to come and calm him down though, frank simply closed his eyes & focused on his breathing. when his parents stumbled into the room ; sleep hazy in their eyes, they could hardly believe what they saw : the entire room, covered in flowers and lush foliage —— something that frank had somehow conjured up to keep himself calm ( b/c untamed childhood magic be CRAZY ). frank is now able to command wandless magic, which is a GODSEND tbh b/c he’s such a sleep-deprived mess & he loses his wand c o n s t a n t l y istG

being a sacred 28 pureblood with quite advanced magical abilities, frank has always been in high demand for pureblood partnership through an arranged marriage. his parents, have always hastily shot down offers ( bc they aren’t all up in that pureblooded nonsense ! ), but that hasn’t stopped pureblooded parents from reaching out anyway :/ yIKEs :/// 

frank is part of the slug club ,,,,,,,,,,,,, and like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, every single other club / extracurricular. baby longbottom is an OVERACHIEVER EXTRAORDINAIRE —— YA BOI DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO CHILL. it’s not that frank is driven by any sort of particular ambition and self-interest, though ?? rather, frank’s heavy involvement in every aspect of school life stems from the aforementioned incredible pressure of his parent’s expectations ; frank applying himself to every possible aspect of school life and extracurriculars in the hopes that he will make them proud

frank has so little chill that he’s actually started sleepwalking … yikes ????? it probably doesn’t help that frank is involved in almost every sport club tbH, & he is also gryffindor quidditch team’s seeker. the thing is that he could never give any sport up. sport is so cathartic for frankie my boi, because it helps him forget his worries & his responsibilities. while he’s playing sport he is just a body —— he is pulsing blood, deep breaths & he is free.

⤻   *       OTHER FUN FACTS / GENERAL SUMMARY DOT POINTS ABOUT FRANKLEFACE LONGBOOTY   ——   !!

THE MOST CLEAN CUT KID OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES TO : frank longbottom, OFC. innuendo is lost on the kid ( he is v v v lost every time someone uses the word ‘ wand ’ as double entendre ), and has only consumed alcohol once in his life —— and even then, it was by accident ( it was in a spiked cherry berry trifle at an end of year christmas party back in first year ). 

LATELY, THOUGH, frank has taken up smoking. he does it in secret ; one cigarette every night in the astronomy tower, or by the black lake. if anyone ever found out about this frank would be MORTIFIED & would legitimately probably DIE of shame, so ………….. *coughs* someone pls walk in on him smoking one day. 

it’s so strange, because frank is incredibly in touch with the real travesties and injustices of the world, but in many ways he’s completely naive and lacking in real life experience. he is such an experientially sheltered kiddo, someone pls take him out and get him RAGING DRUNK bc he needs to chill out tbH

#mumfriend

takes literally 15 minutes out of each of his days to have a few conversations with a few of hogwarts’ cats ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, what a loser ??

gets excited when people ask him for help with their homework ( hELP ME ???? )

excels at all his subjects, but has a particular soft-spot for astronomy, herbology and care of magical creatures :’)

LOVES KNITTING —— stress knits a lot . he’d like to just knit the entire world up into a snug lil blanket and keep it safe and warm 

wants to single handedly save the world

did i mention ????? babe is a gosh dark heckin’ angel

in the mirror of erised, frank would see all his friends and family happy and smiling —— but he wouldn’t even be in the frame. mY HEART BREAKS OVER THIS HEADCANON TBH

frank has a cat named alexis de tocqueville 

i’ve run out of things to dot point & this is probably WAY TOO LONG ALREADY ANYWAY ??? so i’ll stop :o :o :o but please come and interact with my son ?!!!!!!??!? i love yall peace out

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

perfect ~ corbyn besson ~christmas 2017

a/n: super duper inspired/based off of by the perfect music video by ed sheeran

it was a tradition starting about six years back that every december y/n and her best friends (corbyn, gabe, alex, and chris) would all meet up on the best possible mountain for skiing in the whole state. as always, y/n was the first to arrive. 

while she were waiting for her four friends, she decided to order a hot chocolate. as soon as the girl returned to the seat she was in previously with the hot cocoa in hand, corbyn walked in, the bell above the door jingling as he did so. perfect timing. 

“hey, corbs!” y/n exclaimed in her cheery voice that always put a huge smile on corbyn’s face, not worrying about having to be quiet since they were the only two people in the lodge at the time besides the man working there and the woman who was walking out the door towards the slopes. 

“hi y/n,” the blonde chuckled, wrapping his lengthy arms around her frame in the tightest hug that he possibly could. 

“good god, you’re freezing!” y/n took his hands in hers to warm them up a bit. “here, take this,” she told him, holding out the hot drink that she had only had a few sips of. 

“no i’m fine, you can have it,” corbyn politely declined although he really did need it. he was practically an ice berg. not only that but he couldn’t go order his own drink since the cashier had just disappeared to the back of the lodge. 

“please,” y/n begged, pushing the drink into his welcoming hands. 

“thank yo-” he mumbled, raising the mug to his lips as the door bells sounded once again. y/n’s head shot towards the door and she sprinted towards it as soon as she saw who it was. just as corbyn had suspected, it was gabe, alex, and chris. 

“i missed you guys!” y/n smiled after she had given them each an incredibly long hug. corbyn rose from his seat to give all of his friends a welcoming as well. he didn’t want to come off as rude to the people that he easily referred to as his very best friends. 

corbyn bro hugged each of the guys before y/n mentioned that they should probably get to skiing since it would be getting dark in just a few hours. everyone agreed, grabbing their skis and following y/n out the door that they had all walked out together for the past six years.

as the group was treading to the top of the mountain to begin the journey downhill, y/n was conversing and laughing about something hilarious that must have been said with alex. behind them was gabe and chris who were having their own conversation about justin and selena’s relationship. and finally, behind them all was corbyn. corbyn was walking all by himself as he usually did in these sort of group outings. with this group of friends in particular, he always ended up being the third wheel no matter how hard he tried. 

he looked with sad eyes towards y/n and alex. corbyn had always been incredibly jealous of alex, as well as chris and gabe. the three guys were so much more muscular than corbyn and they somehow all remained tan all year round. these were two physical traits that corbyn couldn’t compete with as well as two traits that made corbyn feel incredibly insecure. corbyn always thought that y/n thought of him as incomparable to those three, even though that was the farthest from the truth. 

corbyn continued to sulk as he climbed the mountain behind his friends. finally, they reached the very peak, where the fun would finally begin for corbyn. 

“you ready?” y/n asked, standing next to corbyn who was finishing up strapping on his skis. the other friends has already began to ski down the slope. 

“yup, you?” he replied, standing up and positioning himself to get going down the mountain. y/n nodded. 

“together?” she asked, holding out her hand for corbyn to take. now it was his turn to nod. he laced his fingers with hers as they began to slide down the mountain smoothly. corbyn’s hands were sweating from nerves but thank god he was wearing thick gloves. that way y/n couldn’t feel it. 

“uh oh,” y/n mumbled after a solid five minutes of smooth and steady skiing. 

“uh oh, what?” corbyn asked worriedly. 

“i’m going down!” y/n called out dramatically as she let go of corbyn’s hand and fell on her back, continuing to slide until she reached a flat spot where she slid to a stop. corbyn stopped at the flat place as well. 

“are you okay?” corbyn asked, getting down on the ground next to the girl that was yet to know that he fell for her. the only sound that filled his ears was her uncontrollable laughter, making his heart flutter. she nodded, unable to catch her breath. he just shook his head as he rose to his feet, pulling her up as well. 

before they knew it, all five of the friends were at the very bottom of the mountain and it was nearly pitch black outside. thankfully they weren’t the only ones out there. the group of nineteen year olds made their way to the ski lift, each of them climbing into one of the cart type things. corbyn was seated with y/n, chris with alex, and gabe all alone in the very back. 

“you tired?” corbyn asked y/n in a whisper in response to her resting her head on his shoulder. 

“a little bit,” she replied, leaning further into his warm and comforting touch. 

“close your eyes, you got about five minutes until we get back to the top,” corbyn told the girl, moving his left arm to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her towards him even more in an attempt to warm them both up. at least that’s what y/n thought. in corbyn’s mind, it was because he wanted to make as much contact with the gorgeous girl as possible. 

“y/n” corbyn nudged the sleeping girl slightly, waking her from her dozed off state. “c’mere.” he held his arms open to her as he was already on the ground and could easily help her down, which he did. 

after this, the friends all gathered by a fire pit just outside of the lodge that they had began in, warming themselves up by the fire. y/n continued to cling to corbyn’s comforting touch as the rest of the guys sat opposite of the two. everyone continued to talk about absolute nonsense before y/n accidentally let a fairly loud yawn escape. 

“and that’s our cue,” gave said, standing up from the log he was sitting on, followed by the two others. 

“goodnight!” the three of them called out as they headed towards the car that they all drove in together after sharing their hugs and goodbyes with corbyn and y/n. 

“what time is it?” y/n asked, running her hand through her hair. 

“a little past midnight,” corbyn replied quickly after glancing at his phone. “we can stay at my grandparents cabin that’s about a mile from here for the night,” corbyn offered as soon as he noticed the look on the girl’s face at the idea of driving home this late while being this tired. 

“can we?” y/n asked, corbyn nodded and stood up once again, leading y/n along with him by the hand. 

fifteen minutes later and the two arrived in the cabin. you greeted corbyn’s grandparents who lived in the loft portion of the cabin all year round. they rented out the bottom part so that they could earn a little cash. 

“thank god you brought extra clothes,” y/n sighed as she curled up in the soft sweatshirt that corbyn had brought along with him. the boy only nodded. the best friends sat in silence, corbyn only studying the sounds of y/n’s steady breathing and y/n listening to corbyn’s rapid heartbeat as her head was rested on his chest. 

“i, uh-” corbyn interrupted the silence. “i wrote you a song,” he finished. “i don’t know if you want to here it but um-”

“of course i want to hear it!” y/n practically screamed, suddenly seaming a lot more awake than she was just a few minutes prior. “you know that your voice is my favorite thing to listen to.” corbyn blushed softly at the compliment before clearing his throat a bit and beginning to sing a cappella to the song that he had written for you. 

“baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song when you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath but you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

corbyn sang beautifully. you teared up a bit but refused to show it as the realization hit you that he was trying to confess his love for you the only way he knew how to; through song. 

“i don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight,”

he finished off. 

“that was... wow,” you smiled widely. 

“i’m sorry i know that was probably kinda weird for y-” he profusely apologized. 

“why would it be weird for me if i feel the exact same way?” y/n cut him off, a large smile growing on corbyn’s face to match y/n’s. corbyn stood up from the bed abruptly, pulling you along with him back out into the freezing night air, leaving the door back to the cabin slightly cracked open to allow some light to fall on the two. 

“what are we doing?” you giggled. corbyn smirked before stretching out his arm while still holding onto your hand. you got the hint and began to slow dance with him in dark, in the snow, on top of the very same mountain that you had been coming to with him for years. 

by the end of the slow dancing session, corbyn’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and yours around him, your faces mere inches apart. 

“can i kiss you?” he whispered. you chuckled softly and nodded as he connected your lips with his. your lips moved together rhythmically and you never wanted it to end. however, it was interrupted when corbyn’s grandparents’ cat brushed against your legs, causing you to pull away from corbyn and rest your forehead against his, a giggle escaping your lips. 

“hi nala, baby,” you smiled, parting from corbyn and leaning down to pick up the little cat that you had known since his grandparents first adopted her. 

“god, you’re fucking stunning,” corbyn mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk back into the cabin, you blushing rapidly while walking inside behind him with the cat in your arms. 

a/n: im so sorry this is so bad i literally never write corbyn i am basically unable to write good corbyn stuff so yeah sorry pals

[liannyeong]

if i catch a cold, warm me up with your love

Summary:  "you're gonna catch a cold if you don't dry your hair," she says.

jaebum knows it's purely nonsensical, but he ends up believing her words anyway. after all, he's a fool for her, and only her. 

Word count: 2775

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): extreme fluffiness ahead!!!!!!!, married couple because i’m soft for a domestic relationships, lapslock because it’s been so long since i wrote that way

A/N: I have finals in a few days yet I couldn’t help but spend some time writing this fluffy fic because I guess I need some fluffiness in my life right now and ugh Jaebum has been so fluffy and soft and adorable these days I cannot help it!!!

i.

jaebum has his legs crossed on the couch, his white towel draped over his head, his hair still damp from shower. one hand holding a book open, the other rubbing his adam's apple - a habit that he does subconsciously. he reads in the dim light of the living room. it's bad for his eyes, and it'll certainly induce sleep, but jaebum likes it that way. it provides the perfect ambiance for him to be fully absorbed in his book.

"jaebum," her voice draws his attention from his book, but he doesn't look away from the paragraph he's reading. instead he hums, the raised pitch giving it the meaning, "what?". he feels a dip in the couch and only then he looks up. her gaze is on the top of his head, and before jaebum could even say anything, she reaches out for the towel on his head. she pulls it down, his half-dried hair falling over his eyes messily.

"how many times," she says through gritted teeth. "must i tell you," she leans forward and drapes the towel back on his head. "to dry your hair properly?" she finishes as she starts rubbing his scalp. jaebum just watches her struggling to reach his head, smiling to himself at how adorable she looks. as much as he enjoys the cute struggle, he takes a pity on her uncomfortable position. and so, he marks the page in his book before putting it away. he shifts closer, both of their knee caps touching, and he leans forward, hanging his head low. now that he's reachable, she proceeds to dry his hair properly. she pats the clumps, blotting out the remaining water. when she's satisfied with its dryness, she discards the towel over the armrest of the couch. she then combs through his hair and styles it with the touch of her fingers.

"there, better," she says, finally retracting her hands.

"thank you," jaebum singsongs.

she sighs. "please dry your-"

"-hair properly so that you don't catch a cold," he recites. "i know."

"then do it," she scolds him lightly, pinching the skin on his bicep, eliciting a small yelp from him. he rubs the skin, lips jutting out like a child on the verge of tears. she rolls her eyes at the scene, before reaching out to pinch his nose. jaebum easily evades her attack, snickering when he successfully countered with the same action. she yelps which then blends into a laugh.

she spots the forgotten book that has dropped off the couch from where they were mini-wrestling. she picks it up and opens to the marked page. jaebum leans forward and points to the last part he read without being asked to. then he rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms snaking around her waist.

"can you read for me?" jaebum asks.

"i'll spoil my eyes if i read in this dim light," she says. jaebum was about to whine when she adds, "why don't you read for me instead?"

"okay." and just like that, she passes him the book, and they shift positions. jaebum reclines at the couch, both of his legs now planted to the floor. his free arm raised, a gesture to let the female snuggle in between and press herself against his chest. jaebum then drapes that free arm around her waist. with both of them in a comfortable, snuggly position, jaebum starts to read.

ii.

the rain poured so heavily, jaebum was stuck under the shelter of the roof of a convenience store. his whole body drenched as if he just came out of a shower. his clothes clung to his body, heavy with the additional water weight. he leaned back against the glass walls of the store, stared up at the falling droplets from the edge of the roof. there was no way he could make his way back home in this weather. he sighed. he folded his arms across his chest, body shivering slightly from the cold weather.

then the door swung open, and a girl's head poked out. jaebum shifted at the sight of her, feeling awkward and uncomfortable to be stared at like that. she took a step out and kept the door ajar. not breaking the eye contact, she spoke, "come inside for shelter."

jaebum nearly agreed before he realized the state of his body. "i'm drenched though. i wouldn't want to dirty the shop," he said as he opened his arms slightly. rain water dripped from his clothes, and beads of water trickled down from his hair and onto his face.

"it doesn't matter. you need the shelter," she said as she nodded into the shop. jaebum wanted to argue but it was too good to turn down. being indoors would be much better than to stay shivering out here like a lost puppy. she held the door, waited for him to enter. when he did, she closed the door, and disappeared down one of the aisles. jaebum only stood at the entrance. he didn't dare to move further, for the water that dripped from his body had already mixed with the soil from his outer soles. the tiled floor now smeared with mud.

the girl came back, her hands tearing a plastic package. "here," she said as she handed him a towel. "dry yourself. especially your hair, so that you won't catch a cold.”

jaebum frowned a little at her words. would anyone really catch a cold from damp hair? his mother used to scold him for playing in the rain but it was because he could catch a cold from it. but from wet hair? that was new. jaebum must have wandered far for she added, "the towel's new if you're wondering." she waved the torn plastic, "it's a new packet."

"thank you," jaebum uttered softly before he wiped away as much of the water as he could. "how much is this?"

she dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "keep it."

"oh, okay," jaebum swallowed. how generous could one be to a stranger? jaebum had never met anyone like this. no one had offered him a place for shelter in a chilly weather like this. furthermore, no one wanted to be associated with him - im jaebum, the delinquent. it was all rumors, but he never tried to deny it. if anything, he was pleased that people left him alone.

"are you in a rush?" the girl's voice snapped him from his thoughts. her eyes, a dark shade of brown, met his. she blinked at him innocently, as if he didn't intimidate her at all. as if he's a normal human being, not a scary freak that everyone in his school avoided. for once, he missed being looked at like this. he couldn't even remember the last time anyone looked at him in that way except for his family.

"hello?" she waved a hand in front of his face. "are you okay? you haven't caught a cold, have you?"

well, that was new. how could anyone be concerned about a stranger's wellbeing?

"yeah, i'm fine," jaebum answered as he rubbed the back of his head. her eyes never left his face, never left his eyes. it was rare to be looked in the eyes when everyone feared you. this girl didn't know. "and yeah, i'm kinda in a rush."

she nodded before disappearing into the staff room behind the counter. jaebum wondered why she bothered asking if she was going to leave him alone out here. but she came back, an umbrella in her hand. "here, you can use this." she held it out to him.

jaebum stared at it. was she for real? how could she be so kind to someone she barely knew?

"don't worry, the umbrella has no girlish designs. it's just a plain dark maroon color."

jaebum reached for the other end of the umbrella, still speechless at her kindness. "thank you, really," jaebum breathed out.

"no worries." she flashed a small smile and for a moment, jaebum felt his heart skipped a beat. well, he didn't see that coming.  

"i'm sorry for your floor," jaebum spoke as he gestured at the muddied floor. he willed his mind away from the change in his heart rate, from the image of her smile.

"don't worry about it. i can just clean it up later." she waved it away. "you'd better get going. the rain has subsided a little." she nodded at the other side of the glass walls. jaebum followed her gaze. when he reached the store, the visibility was poor. but now, he could see across the street, and the bus stop that sat opposite the store.

"yeah, i should go now." jaebum took one last look at the female and uttered, "thank you, really."

she smiled again.

"i'll come back," jaebum added. it sounded like a promise. a promise like those in fairy tales, where the prince vowed to save the princess from whatever situation the latter was in. but this was no fairy tale. he was no prince, and she was no princess that needed any saving. if anything, he was the one that was saved.

"i'll wait then," she softly said. "go safely."

was there an end to her tenderness?

jaebum nodded, his lips quirked into a reassuring smile. for what reason that he needed to assure her, he didn't know. but all he knew, as he took a step out, he might have fallen a little for her.

iii.

perched at the edge of the bed, jaebum has his elbows to his knees, head hanging between his shoulders. it's been two days and she's not back yet. he's afraid. did something happen to her? she didn't answer his calls at all. is she mad at him for what he did? is she ever gonna come back home? jaebum heaves a deep sigh. he buries his face into his hands, his fingertips tugging at the roots of his bangs. it's all his fault. he shouldn't have raised his voice like that. he shouldn't have chased her away. what will he do if she truly leaves him for good?

he's too engrossed in his thoughts and regrets and guilt that he didn't hear the front door open. he didn't hear the familiar soft footsteps towards their shared bedroom, nor did he see the soft look on her face. only when he heard his name being called ever so softly, with the gentle voice that he loves so much, did he look up. "jaebum?" the voice he had been yearning to hear. the voice he missed so much. the voice that was like music to his ears. his favorite song in the whole world.

jaebum meets her dark brown orbs staring back at him. he can tell she's a little nervous and unsure, with the way she rubs her fingers at her sides. he blinks once, twice, just to make sure he's not hallucinating. she's standing at the door of their bedroom, and even she seems to be in disbelief of his presence. she steps closer and closer, navigates her way until she's right in front of him. the scent of her faint perfume lingers in his nose. her hands go to the towel forgotten on his head, and he feels her light touches. she is real.

"you didn't dry your hair properly again," she softly says, like a whisper that would have been easily swallowed by the wind. 

jaebum's lips break into a smile, eyes forming tears. he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, nuzzling his nose into her stomach. the massaging halts much to jaebum's dismay, but he decides he doesn't mind. he's already relieved that she came back. she calls his name and jaebum hugs her tighter. if she feels suffocated by his hold, she doesn't complain.

"i'm sorry," his words get lost into the fabric of her shirt. "i'm so sorry." he feels his tears wetting a spot onto her shirt. it's a little embarrassing for him to cry in front of her, but he's so full of remorse that he doesn't care. he messed up big, but she returned. 

"i'm sorry too," she mutters. jaebum feels her leaning over and then, a soft press on his crown. even when she pulls away, the press lingers, and it burns through his whole body, setting his heart and his skin on fire. her hands slide to his cheeks, cupping his face, the slight pressure makes him tilt his head up. she gazes at him so warmly, and it makes his heart full. it makes his heart ache. how can she look at him as if he hangs the moon and the stars in the night sky when he reckons he broke her heart?

"it's okay," she says with a reassuring smile. she leans in and presses another kiss on his forehead. "it's okay," her lips hover over his skin. "we're okay."

jaebum just nods curtly before latching himself back onto her, hugging her tight once more.

iv.

"seriously, jaebum?" her voice so crisp and sharp to his ears that he shuddered. he turns his head, meeting her glare from the hallway. she stands there, hands on her hips. she's dressed in her favorite comfortable clothes of a shirt and a matching sweatpants. 

"yeah?" jaebum blinks.

"what are you doing?" she asks, her tone firm.

"just doing some work..." jaebum's words trail as he flicks his eyes back to the screen. she stomps over to him where he's seated at the dining table, typing away on his laptop.

"and what is this?" her hands go to the towel sitting atop his head. she pulls it off, revealing the male's still damp hair.

jaebum just smiles sheepishly. "i forgot about it..." jaebum's fingers hover over the keyboard, stuck on his half-typed sentence. she lets out a sigh before draping the towel back over his head. she proceeds to dry his hair, making sure that the towel doesn't cover his eyes.

"how can you forget, jaebum? you have to take care of your health!" she scolds. "you can't catch a cold, now that you have so much work on your plate!"

jaebum grins at her words, tilting his head up to meet her eyes. if she noticed the glint in his eyes, a sign of his cheekiness, she doesn't say anything. "if i catch a cold," jaebum says, lips curling up into a toothy grin, "you can warm me up with your love."

she shoots him a disgusted look just how he expected her to respond. his toothy grin doesn't go away as he leans further back, such that the crown of his head touches her chest. then he pouts his lips a silent request that both of them know. she rolls her eyes and covers his whole face with his towel. jaebum whines but stops immediately when he feels a press on his lips through the towel. it's way too quick, and it feels way too surreal. so jaebum drags the cloth down his face, just enough for his eyes to peek out. he meets her eyes. her eyes that form crescents when she smiles. she leans in again, and jaebum expects another press on his lips, so he closes his eyes. however, there's a soft snicker above him and before jaebum could open his eyes, he feels another peck on forehead.

jaebum finally opens his eyes to the sight of her grin.

jaebum speaks, his words a little muffled due to the towel, "you're such a tease." that earns him a laugh, and it makes him giddy. how can he ever get bored of her when there's always new tricks up her sleeve?

"alright, alright," she coos. she pulls the towel away from his face, slinging it on her shoulder. she leans in once more, her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing in circles on his cheeks. jaebum feels his neck starting to ache at such an awkward position, but he pays no attention to it. her face hovers over his, and jaebum gets impatient. so he pushes his head up slightly, just enough to close the gap, their lips finally touching skin-to-skin.

when he pulls away, her cheeks are now dusted with a rosy pink shade. jaebum almost breaks into another grin but she closes the gap once more, pecking his lips again. all too soon to his liking, for she pulls away in a millisecond.

she giggles, her hands sliding off to his shoulders. she pats them as she says, "sit properly, or else you're gonna break your neck," before disappearing into the laundry room.

[melaninkpopimagines]

Slick vs Sleek

Jaebum x Reader

*Requested*

Warning: Partial Smut, Violence

Word Count: 4617

Author: Admin Jae

“You know what you came here for. Stay on target” Nigel whispered in the microphone attached to the inside of your ear.

“Yes, I get it. Stop pestering me, will you?” you snapped back. Nigel is your partner during your assignment. You were fond of Nigel, just because he bought humor to the table. Nigel would make it his personal mission to see you crack a smile. He was serving as an intern at Crimson. He graduated top of his class and in his spare time; he hacks and read comic books. He found your stern looks intimidating causing him to be extremely nervous around you. You were known to be a smartass around the office and never followed the rules despite your strong work ethic.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight” Nigel commented. “Thank you, I try to be a good representation of Crimson. Sexy... Deadly” you said.

You were wearing a sexy red evening dress with a slit and v-neckline that can tease any man. You also carried a concealed weapon underneath. You had stares coming from all directions, men stealing glances from you.

“All right, what’s next?” you said.

“What do mean, what’s next? Haven’t you’ve done this before?” Nigel speculated. “No, I don’t perform stakeouts” you replied. “Well, it’s not our assignment to search and destroy. Keep your eyes sharp and ears open” Nigel urged. “I know Nigel, this isn’t my first day” you reminded handing the guard your gala invitation.  

You walked up the marbled steps to the ballroom. Everyone was dressed their very best only to impress those around. It was a very elegant atmosphere. People gathered in discussion barely able to hold their alcohol before the gala starts. “People are already drunk” you observed. “That’s a shame” Nigel said. You caught a glimpse of the most notorious criminal- Silas. 

To get a clearer view, you saw a bar across the way to watch. “He’s here” you spoke. “Good, now go entertain him” Nigel encouraged. “I don’t think that’s the best idea” you rejected. Walking gracefully past everyone, until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, “Excuse me Miss, may I have moment of your time?” a gentleman asked.

He was dressed in all black. His hair was slid back exposing the two beauty marks above his left eye. He was blessed with a chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones and broad shoulders. Something about his eyes, you found him intimidating and intriguing.  He was a sharp dresser no doubt. Yet behind his appearance, he had a mysterious aurora about him.

“No, you can’t” you said as you kept walking with your hips swinging. You sat in a bar stool. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked. “Yes, I’ll take Vodka martini”. “Don’t you think it’s too early for a drink” Nigel questioned. “Shut up” you said. The bartender threw you a confused look. “Oh no, not you. I wasn’t talking to you. I’m sorry” you apologized.

You looked at your surroundings. Security was tight, there were guards at the major exits.

“Ok, here are your drinks Miss.” the Bartender announced pushing two drink towards you.

“I only ordered the Vodka Martini” you corrected.

“That guy over there ordered it for you” the bartender pointed.

You look over your shoulder saw the same gentlemen staring at you from afar signaling his drink in the air to give you a toast.

Who is this guy?

 “I think I have some company” you said. “Who?” Nigel asked as you heard his fingertips lightly tap the keyboard. “There’s a camera right above him on my 4 o’ clock” you instructed. “Ok, got him. Running a facial recognition now”.

“What’s this anyway?” you asked politely. “It’s Strawberry Pink Moscato Cocktail”. You nodded your head and sipped your drink. It tasted good, smooth and sweet. “Tell him I said thank you”.

“Find anything yet?” you asked as you continued drinking. “Almost the scan is 75% done. It’s searching through all the databases.” Nigel answered. You looked over your shoulder again and saw him walking in your direction. You quickly looked away. “Act natural and be yourself. Smile.” Nigel suggested. “That’s hard to do” you said.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder again. “Hi” he said. “Hi” you smiled. He took a seat next to you. You sat your drink down and said, “I didn’t realize a thank you is meant as an invitation to sit with me”. “It is, if she accepts a drink” he smoothly remarked. “Touché” you said grinning. “She smiles” he said eyeing you. “Stop referring to me that way” you said sternly. “I’m sorry, we got on the wrong foot” he said.

“Oh shit!” Nigel gasped over the microphone.

“I’m Jaebum” he extended his hand. “I’m Y/N” you said shaking his hand.

“His name is Im Jaebum. He’s working with Silas as his bodyguard. Y/N, he’s a SILENCER!!! Tread with caution, I repeat tread with caution!” Nigel exclaimed in your ear.

Silencers were bad news for anyone. Hence the name, no one has ever lived to tell.

You kept your composure. “So, you’re not going to use the cheesy phrase” you hinted. “What phrase?” he wondered. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” you said. Jaebum chuckles to himself and responds “I don’t see a girl. I only see a woman”.

You nod your head and turned your body towards Jaebum. The slit resting on the left side, you seductively rose your left leg over exposing such beautiful skin. “That I am” you said. He smiles and continue eyeing you.

“What’s going on?” Nigel interrupts. You didn’t answer. 

“Why are you here?” Jaebum asked. “Someone sent me an invitation” you remarked finishing your Vodka martini. “Who exactly?” he edged more. 

“Your boss?” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“You do realize I am head of security, right?” he assumed. 

“No, I couldn’t, you must be a Rent-A-Cop” you replied. 

Jaebum moves his jacket and shows you his gun resting at his waist. You raise an eyebrow. “Should I be afraid of that?” you asked. “No but you should be afraid” Jaebum suggested getting a sip of his drink. “Of what exactly?” you wondered.

He leaned into your ear and whispered…

“Me”

You gasped under his touch as he gently caressed his hand up your revealed thigh.

He felt your gun and pulled it from your thigh holster.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath.

“Look what we have here. A gun. Ms. Y/N. I don’t know who you are but I do know you won’t cause a scene tonight.”  he said

You kept your composure and asked “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’ll have to punish you” he smirked.      

“Enjoy your evening Ms. Y/N”

He left his seat, walked away and winked back at you. You were shaking. “Y/N, are you still there?” Nigel chimed in your ear, “What happened?”

“Nothing Nigel” you huffed to catch your breath, “I’m still here”.

The lights grew dimmer and a bright light shined to center stage with the announcer.

“Good evening, everyone and welcome to our annual Charity Gala”.

Everyone gives an around of applause. “This evening we want to think our sponsors for helping us fund and plan this event. And tonight, our biggest contributor is millionaire entrepreneur Silas”. The light shines on him, he stands up to receive a thunderous applause. You scoffed in seat observing the pure nonsense.

He was more than a philanthropist. He was a murderer, a thief, and a liar. He was cruel and merciless. You couldn’t stand the sight of him. It was all a cover up his true nature.

You saw Jaebum standing in the corner behind him. His eyes were right on you. You rolled your eyes. I can’t believe he has my gun and that’s my favorite one.

“He took my gun” you grumbled.

“He what?” Nigel wondered.

“He took my fucking gun” you said. “I want it back!”.

“Y/N don’t do anything drastic. Stick to the plan” Nigel encouraged.

A young gentleman was passing around numbered cardholders. You were handed the number seven.

“We are about to begin our auction this evening and all the money raised for each item will go towards our World Relief Foundation”.

“Tonight, we are starting our auction with the most expensive device in the cyber market”. They placed a small gray hardware decoder on the auction table. It didn’t look like much. Who would want this piece of junk?

“This little guy has a history; it was first created during the Cold War. It was unknown when or where during that time-period. However, we do know that it was supposedly used to decode top secrets information. It’s called Decon20, it is also presumed to bypass all firewall security and networks faster than a room full of computers working at the same time”.

The whole audience was amazed and whispering amongst themselves.

“Alright let’s get started. Place your bets” the announcer said, “starting at $50,000”.

“Remember Crimson got you covered for the amount. They will only provide you with $50 million dollars to use to get it” Nigel said. “Copy” you said.

You rose your cardholder immediately high in the air first. “Alright, we have the lady by the bar for $50,000----going once, going twice. Going for 1 million dollars”

“Uh no. I have this older gentleman right here for 1 million dollars. Anyone for 10 million dollars-going once, going twice”

You rose your cardholder again. “Alright the lady again by the bar for 10 million dollars. Alright. Anyone for 20 million dollars----going once, going twice….”

Silas rose his cardholder. “Alrighty now, we have Silas wanting to join the fun. $20 million dollars does anyone want to go any higher”. You were determined not to lose to Silas. You need that Decon. You rose your cardholder again. “Lady by the bar is very determined this evening, 30 million dollars----going once, going twice”. The older gentlemen back down from the offer.

Now it was just you and Silas.                                                                                  

Silas rose his cardholder. “Silas for $40 million dollars, do you want to go any higher lady?” the auctioneer asked.

You rose your cardholder. “Now, you are fierce. $50 million dollars”. You were staring at Silas. He paused for a moment and whispered in his accountant’s ear. He nodded his head and finally rose his cardholder again. “Omg, $60 million dollars”.

“You can’t go over 50 million dollars. We lost this bet” Nigel responded. “Fuck it” you whispered to yourself.

“100 million dollars!” you spoke loudly. The entire audience turned their attention to you. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!” Nigel cursed. You didn’t answer him.

“100 million dollars. Silas, can you top that?” the auctioneer asked. Silas rose from his seat and drew his attention to you. “She can have it” he spoke.

“Alright folks, there you have it. Decon 20 is going that pretty lady by the bar. Come claim your item and pay in the back” the auctioneer instructed. You nodded your head and was escorted backstage.  

“Where the hell, are you going to get the rest of the money?” Nigel asked. “Do you honestly think I’m broke?” you retaliated. The things I do for this agency.

You went backstage. You saw Silas approaching you with Jaebum alongside him.

Silas came from a rich family. His birth is unknown however he grew up in London. He dropped out of college at the age of 19 but had extreme interest in computer hacking. Good thing his family could pay the cops off. He hated his family and never spoke to them after he left college. He made his living working for criminals around the world. His skillset was vital to anyone. When he realized this, he decided to go into business for himself selling arms, cars, money, sometimes drugs to whoever was willing to be the biggest ATM machine. No one has ever caught him.

“Well, you are a very lovely woman. Be careful with that. You don’t want it to get in the wrong hands” Silas whispered in your ear and smirked at you.

“Trust, I can take of myself, thank you very much” you said as you finished paying.

Silas face grew slight grim and he narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m sorry have we met?” he asked. “No” you replied. “Mhm. Maybe we can meet sometime?” Silas smirked again.

“I have things to do. I don’t have time for you or anyone for that matter” you answered carrying the Decon in your hand.

“Well, maybe I can arrange something?” Silas started walking alongside you as you began to head to front entrance. Jaebum walking behind you two.

“How about no?” you said shook your head. “Shame. I’m never rejected easily by a woman” Silas laughed. “Well, there’s a first time for everything” you sarcastically replied.

“I guess there is” Silas said. “Have a goodnight, Miss…” he paused. “Y/N. Goodnight” you said walking down the remainder of steps to the front steps.

You got outside, it just finished raining. There was a black car parked out front. Nigel was waiting in front of the driver’s door wearing his driver disguise. Nigel opened it for you as you crawled inside. He got into the driver’s seat and began to drive.

“Well that went well” Nigel finally smiled. “If you say so” you said. “What happened in there?” Nigel asked checking the mirror for the car behind him.

“Nothing really. I just got Decon 20 and left. I didn’t want to stay” you said. Nigel nodded his head. “I think Silas took some sort of interest in me” you blurted out.

Nigel choked gasping for air. “WHAT?” he exclaimed. “Oh God, I hope not” he said. “Why do you say that?” you curiously asked.

“Because I’m sure you’ll kill the man in his sleep that’s why” Nigel explained. You nodded your head in agreement. Nigel was right, you’d kill him if he even touches you.

“There’s a file right next to you about Jaebum” Nigel said.

You scanned over the file. His facial profile and records. “He served in the Korean Military for a short time. He’s a master marksman. He specializes in hand-to-hand combat just like you. But that’s all we know”. You laughed and replied “But I’m pretty badass with a knife though”. Nigel smiled. “At least you didn’t have use your gun, right?” Nigel added. 

“Fuck, he took my gun” you blurted. “Maybe he’ll return it” Nigel proposed. “I doubt it” you said staring out the window.

“Are we heading back to the hotel?” Nigel asked. “Yes, please. Enough scouting for today. We have to continue our work tomorrow” you instructed. Nigel drove you to the hotel.

“Good night Y/N. See you tomorrow morning” Nigel said as he opened the car door for you. “Good night Nigel. Sleep well” you said heading for the hotel entrance.

You carried the Decon20 under your arm. For something to be this small, it was a little heavy. You exited the elevator to your floor. You pulled the room key from your dress and entered the room.

You didn’t leave it dark, you left the tv running and lamps on. You heard a slight shuffle from the chair in the corner of your room. You tried to pull you gun but you didn’t have it. “SHIT” you said and turned the light on behind you.

You found Jaebum sitting in the chair holding your own gun in his hand. You didn’t flinch.

You rose an eyebrow puzzled. “You do realize you have something that belongs to me, right?” you said. 

“Same” Jaebum motioned the gun and eyes to the bed. You placed the Decon20 on the table. You moved slowly and sat quietly on the bed. You huffed. “Let me guess Silas sent you to get the Decon20” you suggested. He slowly nodded. You nodded too and asked “How do you want to do this?”.

“We can either do this the easy way or hard way?” Jaebum offered.

“The easy way sounds good. But I prefer the hard way because I don’t cooperate with people that are trying to kill me” you said.

“I don’t want to do this to you” Jaebum spoke “but I need it”.

“You don’t need shit, Silas needs it” you said. Jaebum huffed, a shot rang passed your ear.

You froze realizing he could have shoot your ear off. “Really?” you asked. “Really!” Jaebum said motioning towards the Decon20.

You kicked your gun away his hand and kicked him back into the chair. Your gun flew into the air, landed near the door. You ran for your gun, Jaebum jumped the ground and grabbed your legs towards him and pulled you towards him. You were a few inches away from. He pulled you some more. You kicked him in the face twice and crawled for the gun. You reached the gun to shoot him, he quickly came behind you twisting your arm to disarm you. You headbutted him in the face, some blood started seeping down out his nose. He wiped his nose on his white-sleeve.  You kicked him in the stomach while he was distracted. Jaebum tumbled to the ground. He swiped his legs quickly under you. Your legs buckled from his hit causing you to fall as well. He quickly crawled on top and began choking you. You tried to pull him off, his strength was no match. You grabbed your gun from your peripheral to hit him. He fell back holding his head. Coughing, you gasped for air. You pulled the trigger hoping to shoot. No bullets came out. There was only one bullet in your gun and he wasted it. Jaebum smiles at you.

“You really thought I would let you shoot me” Jaebum laughed.

You threw your gun away from you frustrated. You both had enough strength to stand up. Facing one another, he lunged at you with everything he has. He bolted you against the wall, you held your hands together and pulled all your upper strength together and plummeted both hands into his back three hard times. He groaned and dropped to the floor slightly, he pulled himself together and grabbed both your ankles pulling you. You bumped your head against the floor hard. You laid there for a few seconds trying to regain consciousness, Jaebum standing over you.

“I’m sorry” and punches you in the face.

You slowly opened your eyes slowly. Your eyes scanned the room, you found Jaebum searching your belongings. You blinked some more. The right side of your face was experiencing dull pain. You moved your mouth around, you were lucky your jaw wasn’t broken. Your wrists and ankles felt very stiff. Fully conscious, you realized your arms and legs were apart from each other. You turned to your right and left tied to each bed post. Only in your black lingerie.

“Hey, let me go!” you shouted. JB still searching. “I’ll do that until I find every weapon hidden in this room” he replied walking in the bathroom.

There was a black bag sitting on the chair, the Decon20 was inside along with your weapons. He came out the bathroom with your knife set in his hands. “Knives need to be used for cooking not killing” he said placing them in his bag.

“Just like hands shouldn’t be used for hitting women” you remarked. “And in defense, you tried to kill me and I said I was sorry”. You rolled your eyes.

He began scouring your night table. “Hey, that’s private!” you exclaimed. “No matter how loud you shout. Remember you decided to get a soundproof suite” he said quietly searching.

His face turned completely stiff and red as he pulled out your favorite toy. “Well, no wonder you don’t have time for anyone. You’re too busy with this” he said as he appeared with your vibrator. He stood over you and smirked. “Ok so what’s your point?” you suggested. “Well, I was thinking I would put this to use” he said. Your eyes widen in shook, out of your mouth came “Don’t”.

“I’m just curious, what exactly makes Y/N tick?” he wondered. You sighed. “Why does it matter?” you asked. “Because you decided to choose the hard way remember?” he recalled, “So I’m going to make sure you get what you deserve”.

Jaebum stood at the edge of the bed, turning on your vibrator. He was adjusting to how it worked. He was intrigued.  He shook his head and spoke “Instead of this, you could have had the real deal”.

He crawled on the bed on top of you. You heaved as his hands gently roamed your body. He wasn’t rough with you. “You’re not protesting” he said. “How could I when I’m tied up” you reminded. “I don’t want to hurt you” he spoke softly caressing your face. “You already did” you said looking him directly in his eyes. He nodded his head not denying your statement.

From his eyes to his nose to his lips, you couldn’t stop staring at how handsome he is. He was staring back at you. He inched forward and pressed his lips into yours. His lips were soft to kiss. You slightly parted your lips just get a small taste of him. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear, “You’re so beautiful” and kissed you with more passion. You couldn’t resist his sultry aura. He kissed your neck and moved downward. His hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. He stopped himself between your aroused peaks. He slid his tongue to your right peak and twirled his tongue around. Your nipples were so hard and sensitive to his touch you managed to let out as soft moan. His other hand groped the other. He changed his direction to the left peak. He stopped and kissed your temple reaching his final descent.

He slid your panties down slightly. He rubbed his thumb over your moist lips. “Someone’s wet” he said turning the vibrator on.

“Which is it” he asked.

“What?” you wondered.

“Which are you wet, for me or this? Answer truthfully” he teased.

You huffed and answered “You”.

“Wrong answer. As much as I would like to believe you. I don’t. You’re not very convincing” Jaebum smirked as he rubbed the vibrator against your entrance. You quivered. He was teasing you, you didn’t like to be teased. Neither as a joke and especially not in bed. Your breathing became heavy as he continued. You let out a moan.

“Does Y/N want more?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes” you spoke softly.

“Alright then” he said and inched the entire vibrator into your heated core. You let your head fall back and absorb the sudden movements your vibrator made inside of you. You were becoming wet by the second, what made it worse; Jaebum purposely thrusted inward and outward just to see your reaction. Jaebum lightly sucked your nipples as he did so. You were going insane from the sheer pleasure, you started rocking your body wanting your vibrator to go deeper to reach your furthest.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jaebum asked.

“Yes” you whimpered, his thrusts went faster. “Oh God, don’t stop” you pleaded.

“I’m not going to until you see you cum for me” Jaebum replied kissing you.

“Ahh shit!” you said arching your back off the bed.

He took the vibrator out leaving you with trembling pussy and a free clit he graciously licked and sucked on. This wasn’t anything you experienced before. If you weren’t tied up, your hands would be in his hair helping him steadily eat everything you had to offer. You edged your pussy further into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your clit and your entrance. You were so wet, no matter how much his tongue entered you, more cum seeped into the bedspread.

He grabbed the vibrator and plunged into you. He changed the setting to the fastest. You began to shake. You curled your toes from the intensity, you were no match for it. You whimpered in pleasure. “Yes, baby. Yes baby. Give it to me! Oh, God Yes Jaebum! Please Don’t Stop!” you rocked harder to the vibrator. You felt your core began to tighten. You were ready to release all your stress.

“Please Y/N cum for me” Jaebum whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled backwards. “I’m cumming”. You let out a loud moan, you felt yourself slipping; your juices poured into the bedspread. Jaebum slurped the rest of your cum seeping out. You were shaking, your body felt every sensation he sent every time he licked your clit. Your body went limp, you released yourself to a someone you didn’t know.

“It’s wonderful seeing such a woman like yourself this way” Jaebum said. He kissed you passionately. Your body began to relax. He got up from the bed and place the vibrator on the nightstand.

“Oh my God” you huffed, you were embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed. If I had more time, I would fuck you until you couldn’t walk; but I have to get going” he said.

He went over to his bag sitting on the chair. Jaebum pulls out a needle from his black bag. Your eyes widen in horror, you toss and turn trying to stop him but you were still tied to the bed posts.

“Calm down! I’m just making sure you’re not going to follow me. I’m going to put you to sleep for a little while” he said injecting the substance in your arm.

“Why are you doing this?” your speech started to slur.

“Because…..” his voice became muffled. Your eyes were closing against your will. You fell into a deep sleep.

The sunlight streamed past the blinds hitting your eyes. You slowly opened them to see the room completely empty. Jaebum was nowhere in sight. You moved your arms and legs realizing he took the restraints off. Your body was aching all over. You slowly walked to the bathroom, you found a small bruise on your face from where Jaebum punched you. You rubbed your face and splashed warm water on your face. You searched through your drawers luckily, he left your clothes the same, but took your vibrator with him. Son of a bitch.

This is the second time he took something from you. You took a shower, it felt good to have hot water to relax your muscles from last night’s soiree. You came out the bathroom in your robe hearing your cellphone ring.

You answered “Morning Nigel”.

“What the hell happen last night?!” Nigel barked.

“It was a misunderstanding. I can explain” you spoke softly as your rubbed your forehead in frustration.

“Well you better explain that to Crimson and tell them how the hell Decon20 ended up with Silas! Our asses are on the line now! They are calling us in!” Nigel scolded.

You huffed over the phone, you quickly got your thoughts together.

“Nigel pick me up in 20 minutes. I’ll be ready. Call them back and tell them I’ll be in” you instructed.

“Alright” he said and hung up.

You huffed some more and fell back into the bed staring at the ceiling. You closed your eyes to the events that occurred last night. How could I let myself slip so easily to Jaebum. I would never do this on a regular assignment. What’s happening to me! Why did I let him take control? He knew what buttons to push and what I craved. I’m better than this!

Absorbing all your anger and frustration, you opened your eyes determined to set things straight. I’m coming for you Silas.

[kincreates]

Shadow Love

"I can help you start over," ke whispered, kis voice soft enough to force you to strain to hear. "You'll regret it though, they /always/ regret it"

Kis voice sounded sad you thought, so sad. Like ke was drowning just standing there, figure half-hidden by the shadows the dim candle light casted. You spoke then, voice soft as though speaking to a frightened animal          

"Why would I regret it? What's the regret about a fresh start?"

Ke sighs then, the sound heavy with kis grief. "Do you wish to see my appearance?" Something about kis tone of voice frightened you, made you uneasy but you found yourself agreeing anyway.

Ke stepped free of the shadows, into the dim light. You saw kis face first, pale, paler than anything you'd ever seen. So many eyes, ever changing, never staying quite the same and they all seemed to bore directly into your soul. Your very core of being, you felt exposed in a way you never had before. Ke had no nose, just thin, gill-like slits where kis nose should've been. And kis mouth, oh good god kis mouth! Paper thin lips hid the inside but when ke opened his mouth... You screamed before you could stop yourself and kis mouth snapped shut. Shame slid over kis features, harsh and painful. The look made you ache for this... This creature.

You took a deep breath and took in the rest of kis appearance. Ke was tall, impossibly so, easily towering over your 6 foot self. Yet. despite kis height, ke was thin and appeared to be malnourished.

Ke moves to step back into the shadows before you can stop kiv ke's already disappeared into the shadows. You sigh before ducking your head ashamed. "I-im sorry for screaming. I just wasn't expecting-"

Ke sighs again, "it's fine...most fear me. I suspected you would be the same." A pause then and you can hear the rustling of cloth. "Do you still wish to start over? You understand the terms yes?"

You press your lips together, "would I be able to see you again? To remember you?"

Ke laughs, the sound is anything but joyful though. Kis laugh is heartbroken and brittle, wheezing out of kis lungs like it physically hurt kiv. "seeing what you have seen why would you want that?" You offer a timid smile then, "I want to be your friend," your loud exclamation bounces off the walls of the small room and ke flinches at the noise; forcing an apology for shouting from your lips. “I did not mean to be so loud, the noise hurts you doesn't it?”

Ke nods slowly, “Very much so yes.”

You nod, “I’ll be quieter then.”

Ke blinks at you slowly, tilting kis head to the side. “You truly wish to be my friend… why?”

You smile gently “Why not? Everyone needs a friend, and it seems like you’ve been without for far too long.”

Ke sighs softly, it sounds like wind blowing through a cave. “I-” ke pauses and looks at the ground, suddenly seeming much younger than ke is. “I’ve never had a friend. Most found my appearance too gruesome and the rest were merely using me for my powers.”

You frown softly, “that's horrible.” Stepping forward your frown deepens when ke flinches back. You holds up your hands gently, palms out towards him. “It's okay, i won't harm you. I was just going to hug you.”

Ke blinks, “I- seeing what you have seen you still wish to hug me?”

You smile and nod. “Of course, everyone deserves a hug. Besides, you are quite beautiful in your own way.”

Ke laughs, bitter and broken and quite. “You truly think i am beautiful? You’ve just screamed upon seeing me, do not lie to me.”

You sigh softly and look at the ground ashamed. The cobbled floor stares back at you, seeming to glimmer slightly in the dim firelight. “I hadn't meant to scream, i was startled is all. Your appearance is not one i am accustomed to seeing.” looking back at kim you study kim for a moment, before offering a timid smile. “I really am sorry for screaming. I shouldn't have screamed, you can't help your appearance anymore than i can help mine; and you are beautiful, in your own special way. Everyone is beautiful in their own way.”

Ke frowns at you before stepping into the light once more, ever shifting eyes boring into you and you can't help but shiver. “In what way am i beautiful the, little human?”

You step closer then, hands dropped to your sides. “You're beautiful in the way that you have so selflessly helped everyone that has come before me, even when all they seem to seek is to harm you. Your appearance is always changing, never staying quite the same yet, despite that, your eyes are the prettiest i’ve ever seen. You’re just as beautiful as any angel, fallen or not, and i doubt there is anything you can do to make me think otherwise.”

Ke blinks at you, tears filling kis eyes as ke surges forward to envelope you in a hug sobbing softly. Kis form jerks with the force of kis sobs as ke clings to you. You curl your arms around kim gently, rubbing a reassuring hand along kis spine.You begin murmuring softly, nonsensical reassurances meant to comfort kim.

Ke pulls away after a bit sniffling, “You… You truly wish to befriend me, don't you?”

You smile nodding “Absolutely.”

Ke sighs softly nodding “i would very much enjoy that i think. Do you wish to return home?”

You shake your head no. “That house was never a home, i’d rather stay with you if it’s all the same. Besides, it's much nicer here.”

Ke blinks at you before smiling softly, “Of course. I can show you to your living quarters.”

You laugh softly, “There’s no need to be so formal, we’re friends. Just my name will do, unless you think of a kickass nickname.”

Ke smiles and nods softly, “Oh, of course…” Ke’s quiet for a moment before looking back at you. “Would you like to know my name?”

You reach over to squeeze kis shoulder gently, “Only if you’re comfortable with sharing it.”

Ke nods offering a timid smile. “My name is Quintorzak.”

You hum softly, “It's very interesting. Quintorzak…” You hum testing the way your mouth forms around kis name before nodding. “I like it.”

Ke smiles, “Thank you. Your name is very good as well.”

You smile and hook your arm through kis. “Shall we then?”

[lolethlovesbangtan]

Tea Party

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1,434

Summary: Kim Taehyung is the class clown who you’ve really never had time for, but when your parents invite his over for dinner, you find yourself getting to know him in a way you’d never anticipated.

You were not particularly fond of Kim Taehyung.

This, you had previously thought, was apparent from your lack of interest in the frequent conversations about him that your friends found such joy in having, the look of annoyance you gave him when he spoke up in class (class clowns were really not your thing, it seemed) and the face you pulled when your parents told you that he and his parents would be coming round for dinner tonight.

“What?!” you exclaimed, admittedly a little too loudly. “Why?! How?!”.

“They’re coming to have dinner with us,” your mum answered casually, lighting a candle on the dinner table and stepping back to admire her fancy placing of the plates, cutlery and glasses. “Because they’re our friends,” she went on, raising an eyebrow at you whilst you just folded your arms. “And, I’m not sure. Maybe by car”.

“Tae Tae’s coming?!”. Your little sister skipped out from goodness knows where, her toothless smile huge and her big eyes bright at the news. She squealed with an opposing amount of happiness to yours, looking up at you as though you were supposed to be sharing in the feelings.

“You don’t have to talk to Taehyung if you don’t want to,” your Dad offered, and you told yourself to relax – he’d be here but he wouldn’t really be here with you, and it would all be over in a few hours anyway.

A few hours later, they were still here.

Your parents and his seemed to enjoy talking and laughing at really loud volumes, so you’d excused yourself as it became clear that they were in their own world.

You first went to the fridge to get a bottle of water, and you drummed your fingernails on the kitchen counter for a moment, thinking about Taehyung, despite yourself.

He wasn’t being annoying tonight – he made jokes during dinner, but they were… funny? After a while, it had become impossible to keep the straight face you were sporting on display, so you let go a little. There had been surprise in his brown eyes when he noticed you laughing once.

He’s acting like the kind of person I’d have a massive crush on, you thought honestly, sighing deeply as you thought back to the way he’d interacted with your little sister. First, he’d complimented her on her cute dress, pretending to be awe-struck when he saw her, which made you giggle when you saw the excitement on her face. Then, he’d made sure to talk to her during dinner, asking her about school and also about her hobbies, which she’d delighted in sharing with everyone.

Now, he was in the living room playing tea parties with her.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you went to see.

Peeking your head around the door, you almost gave yourself away by laughing out loud.

Your sister had taken the opportunity to play dress up, too. Kim Taehyung had a red cape flowing down his back as he sat next to your sister at the tiny table on the floor, his long legs looking completely uncomfortable despite his constant smile.

“Am I ready to go to the tea party yet?” he asked in his usual deep voice. They were new words from him, to say the least.

“Not yet,” your sister told him, all business. She rummaged through her box of outfits and accessories, eventually finding a king-like crown that she excitedly placed on top of his head. He made a show of it, acting as though it was some sort of ceremony, and then he stood up, taking on a proud stance.

“I,” he shouted, his deep voice made even deeper by his impression. You smiled when you saw how much your sister was enjoying it. “Am King Taehyung!”.

You shook your head at his antics, but even you had to let out a little laugh, at which he and your sister turned to see you.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, sitting back down immediately, a red tinge to his cheeks.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you told him, wondering if he would take it as a joke (which was new between the two of you) or just you being sarcastic and stand-offish, as you always were with him at school.

He looked a little surprised, but he smiled.

“Y/N!” your sister said. “Wanna have a tea party with us?”. King Taehyung was back to playing it cool, not making eye contact with you as you contemplated the invitation.

“Okay,” you agreed after a moment. “Who do I get to go as? A witch?”. You pulled a face at her, which made her giggle. “A fairy, maybe?”.

“The Queen!” she exclaimed, as though it were obvious. “You and King Taehyung are married and love each other very much”.

You paused, your cheeks turning red. It was a mistake to look at Taehyung, for he was looking back at you with the same uncertainty, biting his lip and widening his eyes. You noticed the handsomeness in his face then. You thought, subconsciously, that he really could have been a king.

Your sister took your hand and led you over to the dressing up box. She found you a matching red cape. You fastened it around your shoulders, suggesting going as a superhero instead. She ignored you, finding a matching crown and gesturing for you to bend down.

You did so, and as she placed it on your head, Taehyung made trumpet music with his mouth that made you both laugh.

“Introducing,” he said, his voice amplified as he cupped his hands around his mouth. “Queen Y/N!”.

You curtseyed clumsily, which Taehyung found kind of cute, and gave a formal wave in every direction of the room, your smile now as bright as his.

Once your sister had found herself an outfit that consisted of a pirate hat, fairy wings and slippers, you had all sat down to tea, Taehyung and yourself facing each other. Your eyes met fleetingly throughout the whole thing, and you realised that after this, your looks of annoyance towards him at school would be much less frequent. In fact, you were sure they would be replaced by looks of curiosity that your friends would no doubt question.

“Could you please pass me a biscuit?” Taehyung asked in a fancy voice.

“We don’t have biscuits,” your little sister replied in a no-nonsense way. “There are only cakes and scones”. You laughed quietly from where you sat, and Taehyung met your gaze and laughed with you, his smile brilliant.

“Then I’ll have whatever you suggest”.

“And I’ll have another cup of tea, if you don’t mind,” you said, your voice equally fancy. “It’s quite delicious”.

Taehyung stared at you in wonder – you’d known each other for a long time, but for some reason, it seemed to him that you disliked him. He supposed it was just that you didn’t find him all that funny like most people did, or maybe he had done something to personally offend you. Either way, he liked you. You were pretty and smart and different. It turned out that you were funny, too, which he had found out tonight.

You looked at him again, eyes sparkling, and he almost frowned – maybe he’d been imagining the annoyed looks you gave him in class.

“Oh!” your sister randomly shouted. “I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me!”. She shot up and left as quickly as she could, leaving the two of you laughing in her absence.

“She’s amazing,” Taehyung said, fiddling with the crown on his head. “You’re a good big sister”.

His random compliment disarmed you temporarily, but you cleared your throat and calmly thanked him.

A moment of silence passed, and you felt yourself awaiting your sister’s return.

“So…” Taehyung, on the other hand, wanted to talk. A look of confusion took over his features. “What did I do tonight to get you to finally talk to me?”. You scoffed, surprised at his question.

“Whatever do you mean?” you replied, still pretending to be a Queen. He looked at you with slight seriousness, and he licked his lower lip before he spoke.

“At school… it’s like you hate me or something”.

“I don’t hate you,” you told him honestly, dropping the act completely. You played with the cape, not sure what to say. “I just… didn’t realise you were this…”.

“This?…”.

“This… nice,” you decided, and he rolled his eyes at you, despite the fact that he was laughing. You felt yourself blushing but ignored it as your sister came back.

“This makes us friends now,” he whispered to you, and you froze. His eyes never wavered from yours. “I mean, we’re married and we love each other - very much - so ‘friends’ is the least we can do”. Shaking your head, you laughed with him.

“Okay”. You raised your teacup as though to make a toast. “Friends,” you agreed, giggling at the way the word made his face light up, as if it was all he really wanted.