#okay... maybe not devil this time..maybe slightly more feminine than usual

[devils-rising]

can i just think of something nice for once

[dreamwritesimagines]

Untouchable 7- First Date [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

 A.N: Thank you so much for your feedback my loves, please keep it coming! <3

The previous chapters are on my masterlist<3

Summary: “If you knew what was good for you, you’d stay away from me.”

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2992

Warnings: Mentions of sex work, explicit language, 1940s.

You touched your nails very carefully to see if your red nail polish had dried as Shirley tried on your diamond earrings, then twirled around herself.

“Can I borrow these?”

“Sure,” you said, putting a small dot of rouge on your cheekbone before blending it, then grabbed your mascara to apply it. Shirley hummed a song, then walked to your closet to pull a dress.

“How about this?”

“Hm?”

“Can I borrow this too?”

You arched a brow and turned your head to see her better, “Special date?”

“I want to look my best for Danny.”

You tried to control your smile, “And Danny is….?”

“The love of my life, of course!” she said, “I told you about him before. He’s really tall and sweet and he has the best smile…” she bit on her lip, “I think he’s the one that I will marry.”

“He sounds like a charmer,” you said airily, turning to look in the mirror again, “Yes, you can borrow it.”

“Thank you!” she said, “You always have the best stuff.”

You shrugged slightly, turning your head to see if the rouge was enough, and she licked her lips.

“You look better.”

“Hm?” you looked up at her, then cleared your throat, “Yeah. I feel better.”

She tilted her head, “Where are you going?”

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” you said as you touched the lipstick on your lips, then patted it with your finger, and Shirley hmmed,

“But out where?”

Your eyes found hers in the mirror, “Shirley,”

“What?”

“I have a contract.”

“For now. What if you fell in love tomorrow?”

“I’m leaving that to you,” you joked, then pressed your lips together to make sure your lipstick looked good, and fixed your hair while Shirley put her hands on her hips.

“Are you seriously going to lie to me?” she asked you and you raised your brows,

“I’m sorry?”

“I saw you the other day,” she said, making your stomach drop, “You two were in that alley. He is very handsome.”

“Shirley-“

“I’m not going to tell anyone!” she whispered and smiled at you, “But oh, Y/N, are you in love? Is he? Will you run away together?”

“What- no!” you exclaimed,”Shh!”

“He is so handsome though!” she whispered, “No wonder why you like him. And no wonder why he likes you-“

“Shirley!”

“What’s his name?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I knew I remembered him from somewhere- and then I thought about it, and he was in that pub, wasn’t he? He was talking to you- is that when you fell in love?”

“No one is in love!” you told her, “Keep it quiet, will you?”

“Of course I will,” she said, “But promise me you will name your first born daughter after me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Shirley, my sweet, I don’t live in a romance novel,” you said, “There’s nothing like that, besides- Bucky will be shipped off soon, so-“

“Bucky, is it?” she asked with a smile, and you cussed under your breath,

“You can’t say anything to anyone.”

“I won’t!” she defended herself, “I would never! But I bet he’s in love with you.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart paced when you heard it, then checked your reflection again before pushing your chair back.

“I’m going outside,” you said, “Borrow anything you want. And tell your boyfriend I said hi.”

“Tell Bucky I said hi too.” She said mischievously and you shook your head slightly, then left the room. You descended the stairs, then walked out of the house.

                                                ***

Ever since you moved into the brothel, you hadn’t really gone that far away from there, except for maybe once or twice a month. But as Bucky had told you, not everyone in Brooklyn knew you, in fact, you were pretty sure in some parts of Brooklyn, no one had any idea about who you were.

Which gave you a sense of freedom, for once.

Bucky was leaning against the streetlamp, unaware of you approaching him and you smiled slightly, then tapped his shoulder.

“Hi there, Sarge.”

He straightened up almost immediately and a smile warmed his face as his gaze fell on you, “Hi. You look breathtaking.”

And contrary to earlier times, the comment didn’t make your stomach sink.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you tried to stop your grin, “Did I make you wait long? I thought I could leave earlier, but Shirley wanted to…. Long story.”

He shook his head, “No no,” he said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Where are we going?” you asked him and he only offered his hand, and entwined his fingers with yours. His thumb caressed over your hand and your stomach made a pleasant flip, as you walked beside him. He pulled you closer to his side, as if you were just a man and a woman with normal lives and free to roam in the streets and you stopped the laugh threatening to trickle from your lips.

“What?” he asked and you shrugged.

“I uh- this is new.”

“Walking on the streets?”

“No, it’s just…” you hesitated, “It’s strange. Don’t mind me. I’ve never been to this part of the city before.”

“Ever?”

You shook your head, “My wandering areas are limited, Sarge.”

He nodded slowly, “Even…before?”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you cleared your throat, “Where are we going?” you asked, ignoring his question, “Because I’ll have you know, I do have a knife in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it. Just in case you’re kidnapping me.”

That seemed to make him chuckle, “Yeah, I heard from Steve.”

“Steve is a nice guy.”

“That he is,” he said, and you tilted your head,

“How did you two meet?”

“I found him exactly how I find him every week. Getting beaten up in a back alley.”

You gawked up at him, “Why?”

“He’s way too impulsive for his own good. Looking for trouble, that one.”

You arched a brow, “I don’t think you’re in any position to judge, Sergeant.”

His smile was mischievous, “You’re not trouble.”

“I am,” you said calmly, “I really am. If you knew what was good for you, you’d stay away from me.”

“Well,” he shrugged, pulling you closer and you inhaled his scent as discreetly as you could, “Maybe Steve is rubbing off on me after all, then.”

Where he was taking you turned out to be a coffee house by the river. It was a warm, small place, almost homely and you looked around as he pushed your seat and took his own.

“Bucky,” the plump, elderly woman smiled at him brightly as she approached your table, and he grinned.

“Hi Margaret. Looking beautiful as always.”

“Oh stop it you,” she pushed at his shoulder, then her eyes fell on you, her smile widening, “Well hello there. Welcome to Coffee Pot.”

“Hello,” you smiled back. “Lovely place you have.”

“Oh aren’t you a sweetheart!” Margaret said, “What can I get you two lovebirds?”

Lovebirds?

“I’ll just have tea if you have it, thank you.”

“Just tea?” she asked, “Honey, our apple pie just came out of the oven, I’ll bring you two slices.”

“Oh that’s not-“

“Don’t fight it,” Bucky told you and winked at Margaret, “Margaret here won’t rest until she is sure she fed you.”

“Save your charms to her, you silly boy,” she said, “I’m bringing you the usual. I’ll be right back.”

She walked away and you raised your brows, “She’s sweet.”

“Yeah, me and Steve came here every weekend when we were growing up. She does have a great apple pie,” he said, and you leaned back, still taking in the place.

“You grew up around here?”

“Yes ma’am. Couple blocks away.” He motioned with his hand, “Worst part is, everyone around saw me with short pants and grazed knees more than they should have.”

“I feel like you were a sweet child.”

“My sister would disagree with you.”

Your head shot up, “You have a sister?”

“Yeah, Becca. She lives in Indiana.” He smiled at the mention of her name, “How about you?”

“An older sister.”

“She lives around?”

You shook your head, “Texas. She thinks I’m the devil in person so I haven’t seen her in maybe… five years or so.”

Bucky sucked in a breath through his teeth, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t have a family, really.” You said and Margaret approached you, then put the plates, your tea and Bucky’s coffee on the table, as you thanked her.

Bucky’s gaze didn’t waver, “Your parents?”

“Dad left on my tenth birthday, mom died when I was sixteen.” you said after you sipped your coffee, then shrugged, “People think poverty doesn’t kill you, but it does. We couldn’t afford medicine.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not minimizing it, but,” you put the cup down, pushing the familiar grief to the back of your mind, then forced yourself to keep your voice stable, free of emotions “It was a long time ago. You learn to live with it.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

You nodded, then drummed your fingernails on the table, “So, can you tell first dates aren’t exactly my strongest suit yet?”

That made him chuckle, “Yeah, no. I’d say you’re doing pretty well.”

“Oh I can keep going if you-“

“Bucky?” a feminine voice cut you off and both you and Bucky looked at the owner of the voice. It was a light brunette girl with green eyes that narrowed when she took a look at you, and you pressed your lips together.

Oh yeah, you knew that look.

“Ruth,” Bucky said, then tried to smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Ruth said, dragging her gaze off you, “It’s uh….it’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Bucky nodded politely, “You?”

“I’m good. I thought about sending you letters when you were there, but I didn’t know if-“ she stole a look at you, “Anyways. Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said as an unfamiliar, bitter feeling spread through you and you watched her walk out of the coffee house as Bucky shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

“I may not have thought this through,” he admitted and you reached out to take your fork,

“You think?” you asked as you took a piece of the pie into your mouth and chewed on it, keeping your gaze on him,

“She’s-“

“I can tell, it’s obvious.” You scrunched up your nose for a moment, “Quite the heartbreaker, aren’t you Sarge?”

“We weren’t steady.”

“Okay,” you said calmly as you sipped your tea, and Bucky cleared his throat.

“We weren’t good together either.”

“If you say so,” you said, forcing your voice to sound amused, rather than bitter.

This was absolutely ridiculous, you didn’t do jealousy, and you certainly didn’t do it over some guy you had just met.

Besides, you being jealous would probably be the most hypocrite move ever, all things considered.

“She didn’t send me letters.” Bucky added after a beat and you nodded.

“My ears work just fine, Sarge,” you stated, “Don’t worry.”

Bucky turned his cup in his hand, deep in thought and you licked your lips.

“You alright there?”

“I just pictured this differently.”

“Oh you didn’t picture your ex-girlfriend seeing you on a date?” you asked with a small smile, “Come on. That’s the best part of dates.”

That made him chuckle and he played with the chain around his neck that held what you assumed was his dog tags under his shirt. You forced yourself to drag your gaze from his handsome face to the slice of pie.

“Don’t worry,” you said you stabbed the pie with the fork, “A lot of my clients have wives- had wives. Your ex-girlfriends couldn’t possibly bother me.”

Bucky looked almost taken aback, “I’m not your client.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, and you shook your head,

“No,” you said, “No you’re not.” A small smile pulled at your lips, “You’re too poor to be one, Sarge. Lucky for you you’re a sweet talker.”

“Is that right?” his grin was mischievous, “That’s it?”

“There might be some…contributing factors.”

“Such as?”

Rich or poor, young or old, this was the one thing all men had in common, even Bucky. Flattery was how you could get anything, in bed, outside…

It never failed to put them in a good mood.

“Well, I suppose you’re good looking,” you arched a brow, still keeping your small smile on your face but unlike before, unlike with all your clients, especially with General, this time it didn’t feel forced at all. The feeling almost surprised you, you were actually having fun. “And painfully aware of it. I can read people, you see.”

“Go on,” his voice was low and you pulled out your cigarette, which he lit for you.

“Do you want me to read you?”

“I want to see how good you are at it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled the smoke and narrowed your eyes a little as you kept your gaze on him, “Let me see. Well for starters, your ex-girlfriend gave me the evil eye while being nice to you, which means you kept her happy, until your breakup. A fella with a wandering eye wouldn’t have that.”

“So I’m faithful.”

“You also know how to kiss,” you stated, making him grin proudly, “So you are quite popular with ladies, Sarge. Your looks don’t hurt, I’m guessing. That’s how you learned how to be such a sweet talker.”

“But…?”

“But you also believe in love. In happy endings. You told me that one yourself.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Depends on the situation.” You took a drag of your cigarette, “So, you’re on demand but you look for love. For steady. For marriage even, in the future, with a gal you’re completely in love with.”

“That sounds like a pretty nice future if you ask me.”

“Yeah, and that right there shows that you’re a naïve romantic.”

He looked almost amused, “Why is it so naïve? What else can a man want?”

“I can assure you, they want more than a nice girl to come home to,” you exhaled the smoke, then stubbed your cigarette, “Power. Money.  Control.”

Bucky shrugged slightly, as if it was all meaningless. “I guess so.”

“You disagree.”

“They’re all important but would mean nothing if I didn’t share it with the right girl,” he said, “What else is money good for other than providing for those you love?”

You pulled your brows together and stared at him for a couple of seconds before you lit another cigarette.

“The girl you’ll marry will be the luckiest person in the world, Sarge.”

His gaze was soft, just like his smile, “Is she?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded, your heart skipping a beat, but you managed to distract yourself by taking a sip of your tea, “What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me.”

                                                 ***

Bucky insisted on walking you back to your street, even if you told him it wasn’t necessary. To be honest, for all your disagreement you actually quite liked it, him holding your hand, pressing you closer to his body, it felt much more intimate than anything you had done with your clients, regardless of how you were both dressed and in public. You could feel the warmth spreading from your stomach to your whole body and before you could even control yourself, you had already pulled him to the back alley where you could be away from everyone’s sight.

“What’re you doing, darling?”

You smiled up at him, backing him against the wall and he looked almost lured by you, his hand caressing your hair.

“You kissed me once,”

“Yes I did.”

“I want to return the favor.”

Bucky smiled before you pulled him by his collar, locking your lips into his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, feeling almost drunk with his warmth and his hand slipped down to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Take me to your house,” you whispered as soon as you pulled back, and he stole another kiss from you,

“Doll,”

“Tomorrow?” you breathed out “Bucky-“

“Hey,” he cut you off, cupping your cheek, “Darling, listen to me. I want you, more than you could imagine, but I’m not in a hurry.”

“I am!”

Your overly frustrated exclaim made him chuckle and he shook his head slightly,

“I don’t want you to run away.”

“It depends Sarge, are you that bad?” you asked, trying to rile him up, “I could teach you.”

His silent, cocky smirk was enough of an answer and you heaved a sigh, rolling your eyes,

“You’re the only man in Brooklyn who would turn me down.”

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either.”

You let out a small laugh at the sight of regret crossing his face and he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together.

“I want you to trust me first,” he told you, “Anything else other than your trust can wait.”

You pulled back slightly to see him better, searching for anything that could sign he wasn’t sincere in his eyes, but you found none. You nibbled on your bottom lip, forcing yourself not to smile but he could see your attempts which failed terribly.

“Have a nice night, Sergeant Barnes.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then made your way to the brothel. You knocked on the door and Thomas opened it, then let you walk inside.

“You look happy,” he commented as you hung your coat on the hallstand.

“You must be seeing things,”

“Nice walk, I assume?” he lowered his voice, “Tell him I’m not afraid to fight him if he ever upsets you.”

You shot him a mischievous smile, pressing your index finger on your lips, then ascended the stairs to your room, your heart still beating like crazy.

                                               ***

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[ziracona]

Akkadian translation Key for From the Earth of No Return

CHAPTER 1 – ‘The Leader’

Izzirtu –  Damn it! (This word is used many times throughout but I’m only including it at the top in the key, because it’s so common. It’s a curse that basically means “Damn it!” and the only surviving Akkadian cuss I could find without having to construct it myself, haha.)

“Attunu tenīnā. Nasḫuru tapârrâ?” --- You two pray? You’re seeking repentance?

“Attunu nasḫuru tapârrâ!” –  Are you two seeking repentance!

“ Kī annû,” --- like this

“Lā! Kī annû,” – No! Like this.

“Tâmāru?” – You see? (x2)

“Atta tenēnu,” – You pray/You are praying. Yes?

“Enēnu?” –  Praying?

“Attunu nasḫuru tapârâ?” – Are you two seeking repentance?

“Suktā!” –  Stop talking!/Shut up!

“Attunu tâdarrakā. Attunu tenēnâ. Aššum attunu, tâdarrakā,” – You are sorry. You pray. Because you, are sorry.

“Ṭābu. Anāku āgammālukunūti,” – Good. I will show you mercy.

“Atta namḫuṣūtum?” – Are you wounded? (In a “is it bad?” kind of way—she’s not stupid. She knows he got stabbed.)

“Alkam,” –  Come/Come on. (She uses this and its other form, “Alkānim,” a lot. They mean the same thing, just one is in male singular, the other common plural.)

“Mīnum?” –  What? (Note: Minâm also means ‘what’—they just come in slightly different contexts.)

“Anāku ašraris ul allak,” –  I can’t go over there.

“Nīnu pānnātum ašaris niakkāšu-ma u ištu pīqat nitar.” We will go there (the temple) first, and then maybe we will/can return (to the campfire, implied).

“Sūnu īnēnū. Īdrakū?” – They pray? They are sorry? (implied ‘too/as well’).

“Atta tadmiq, u attunu tapānām.”– You are/you’ve become very good (kind/better). But you two first. (Note—both ‘u’ and ‘-ma’ usually mean ‘and’ or ‘but also’ in a sentence, but they can also both just mean ‘but’ and sadly you just gotta figure that out from context. Rip.)

“Alkam,” – Come/Come on.

 END CHAPTER 1 – ‘The Leader’  

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CHAPTER 2 – ‘The Medic’

 “Alkam,” – Come/Come on.

“Alkānim,” – Come/Come on. (In common plural)

“Babbanû. Enna,” – Excellent/very good. Now,

“Īde attunu ipallāḫū,” – I know you are afraid.

“Attunu tataqqānā. Tadâlluā ul anaddānum-ma, attunu annīkiam ezzib. Arḫiš âtar. Šiṭirtu aleqqâm ana kâšūtum apaššāq. Âtar, amtamīt.” –  You will be alright. I can’t allow you to wander around, so I’m leaving you here. I’ll come back quickly. I am bringing back texts to help me explain. I will return, I promise.

“Attunu tenīnā. Napšuru tartasiā. Aššu Nergal pīqat ipaddûkunūšim. Anna?” – You have been praying. For forgiveness. (lit. “to obtain forgiveness/mercy). So that Nergal might forgive you. Correct?

“Anna?” – Yes?

“Attunu. Ana Nergal tenīnā.” – You. Pray to Nergal.

“Lā. Dumqū,” –  No. It’s okay.

“Babbanû! Kīam akâšukunūšim.” – Excellent! Then I can help you. : )

“Attunu ša ennānim-ma Nergal pīqat ipaddûkunūšim, u kīnūtu timânim. Napšuru tartasiā.” – You need to pray so that Nergal might forgive you, and you need to swear loyalty. To obtain mercy.

“Anna?” – Yes?

“Babbanû. Enna. Ukullumkunūšim-ma lišānumī ul lēʾûtim tāwû. Attunu dibbūya šunniā.” --- Excellent. Now. I will help/instruct you, because you cannot speak my language well at all. Repeat after me. (lit. I will help you, because you do not competently speak my language. Repeat my words. [Akkadian is not very into softballing what you mean])

“Minâm? Minâm tušaḫṭâ?” – What? What’s wrong? (Lit. What? What is amiss/bad to you?”)

“Naprikānim!” – Stop! (plural form)

“Am-mīnim? Mimma ul tapallaḫā! Takaššārā-ma akâššukunūšim. Nergal lā lipadûkunūšim, taṣarimā-ma ul isanniqkunūšim.” –  Why? There is nothing to fear! I will help you to do it right [lit. to complete (this task), I will help you!].  Even if Nergal does not forgive you, you will not be punished for trying.

“Nazrum! Umāmum! Rittu ušamḫarkunūšim?  Puqqum ušamḫarkunūšim?! --- “Infidel! (lit. ‘Blashphemer’). Monster! I offer you a chance? I offer you hope?!”

“Rittu ušamḫarkunūšim u apaddi! Ištu bīšu ilkakātū tāpēšū-ma epēšum annûm tappēšā?!” –  I give you a chance and show you mercy! After the evil deeds you have done, and you do this?!” (lit. ‘and this action you take???)

“Ana ēkurrî ababbilkunūšim, u apaddikunūšim! U ina danānu, ina danānu, taktaṣdā-ma tebteleā pagrî

“Ana ēkurrî ababbilkunūšim u apaddikunūšim! U ina danānu, ina danānu, taktaṣdā-ma tebteleā pagri! Taštalṭuniāšim-ma tadtannttā šillatam ilī ētereḫ-ma tušeppešenni. Ina pagrīya! Tušalpātanni! Ēkurrušuāku! Murṣušu akkunna ušaddād! Ilum ša murṣu tīdeā-ma takbittūya u biltî  taṣtarm-ma taštarqā? Naqbum!” – I bring you to my temple and show you mercy! And by force, gainst my will, you take by force and possess my body! You take control of me and by force make me commit blasphemy against my God!? In my own body! You defiled me! I am his temple! I am honored to bear his plague! You know he is the god of plagues, the God you seek to destroy, and you try to rip my honor and my burden from me? Fucker! (She translates this pretty directly in-fic).

 END CHAPTER 2 – ‘The Medic’

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CHAPTER 3 – ‘Adiris’

“Sasuniātu” – Can you read? (The ‘can you’ is implied. There is no ‘to do/to be’ in Akkadian, so you get it all from tenses and context).

“Gallû” – Spirit (bad), Devil, or Demon. It had a fairly broad meaning, and fits what Freddy is well, but it would be less likely to apply to something like the Entity than “Utukku.”

“Naparkûnūti,” – Stop.

“Alkam.” – Come/Come here.

“Atta naptî nidnam,” – Give me my key.

“Alkānim,” – Come/Follow

“Nērānim,” –  Turn around. (x2)

“Lā!” – No!

“Inanna alkānim,” – You can come over now.

“Šibam.” – Sit.

“Ina qibītīki Ištar ušteššerē tenēšēte. Marṣu iballuṭ āmiru pānīki. Ippaṭṭar eʾiltašu itebbi arḫiš. Ina qibītīki Ištar lā nāṭilu immar nūra. Iššer Ištar lā išaru āmiru pānīki. Apputtum, teštemîanni.” – (this one is translated directly, but I’m including it in the key anyway for cohesion.) With your command, Ishtar, mortals are made right. The sick who sees your face is restored to life. He is freed from his bonds, he arises quickly. With your command, Ishtar, the blind can see the light. They become whole, Ishtar, the unwell who look upon your face. Hear me, please.

“Tadalīlî,” – Thank you. (in feminine 2nd person singular.)

“Anāku aedû attunu ašmamkunūti. Inanna anāku ul ašammamkunūti. Attunu ul tammaḫḫāṣakunūti. Anāku. Attunu. Akaššukunūšim.” – I know I have hurt you (in the past). (But) I will not hurt you now. You aren’t going to be harmed. I. You two. Will help. (lit. I. you (plural). I will help you (plural), because the verb takes number/gender/tense markers. Sometimes Akkadian includes pronouns for emphasis, though. She’s using an intentional restatement to try really hard to get the meaning across. In Akkadian it would read more like, “You two are the people I will help, and I am going to do it.)

“Tawašābušā,” – Take a seat (offer, not command).

“Atâruanni,” – I will return. (x2)

“Alkānim,” – Come on. (x2)

“Bilam,” – Carry this.

“Idiam,” – Set that down.

“Adrakanni,” – I’m sorry.

“Talitbuškum,” – For you to wear.

“Dalīlu,” – Thanks/Thank you. (This is the base form. For example, Tadalīlî has the feminine Ta prefix and an accented I because it absorbed the ī suffix, and was used to thank Ishtar, a singular feminine figure.)

“Gerbiš” – Near.

“Rūqiš” – Far (x2)

“Minūm?” – What?

“Mû,” – Water.

“Piššatu,” – A type of salve.

“Adrakanni,” – I’m sorry.

“Ḫadîš imḫur,” – To accept happily.

“Tašallimākunūti,” – You’re okay.

“Ana ša attunu… ana yâti dummuqûtum-ma, Ah—Attunu… Ašabbus. Ah—Ana ša! Attunu… damqiš. Attunu ana yâti dummuqûtum u…Nergal. …Ana kunūti uššaš.” – Because you…because you were kind to me. –Y-you…  I got angry–b-because! You…are good. (Lit. You…good—she’s having some trouble here) You were really kind to me, and…Nergal…tortures you.

“Ayyam?” – Which/Which one?

“Ilum.” – God.

“Annam. Šū ‘Ilum’.” – Yes. That is a god.

“Šū…Pīqat Gallû? Lū Utukku. Šū, annam. U ul ‘Gallu’. Gallu… Gallu. Ul Gallu. Utukku.” – That….Maybe it could be a Gallu? Definitely it’s an Utukku. That (thing you drew), yes. But not a ‘Gallu’. (She just says Gallu a few more times because she’s referencing pictures so I’m leaving that and one more Utukku out, but the meanings remain the same). Ul Gallu = not a Gallu. Gallu is a evil spirit. Utukku is the big bad demony monster, for reference here.

“Tīde?” – Are you sure?

“Annam,” – Yes.

“Ana ša alibbum ašanû,” – Because I had a change of heart. : (

“Ana ša. Alibbum. Ašanû,” – Because. I had. A change of heart. (Lit. Because. A change of heart. I have had. [for Akkadian version])

 END CHAPTER 3 – ‘Adiris’

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Rogue- romance headcanons

name: Anna Marie Darkholme

nickname: Rogue, Stripes (good way to get a punch in the face), River Rat (better be Remy...), Polecat (punch worthy), Kid (better be the right person, or again, punch in the face), Marie (certain people, mostly Logan or Aaron are allowed). You are NOT allowed to know her “Christian name” unless she decides she likes you and trusts you enough to give it. And you better not alter it or she will get pissed.

gender: cis female

romantic orientation: panromantic demisexual, could be polyamourous under the right circumstances

preferred pet names: verse dependent- typically babe, sweetheart, darlin’, chère, kid (if you’re not Logan or John…start running)

relationship status: verse dependent- anywhere from single as single gets, to committed partner with a kid

favorite canon/fandom ship: um, you want me to pick? For one, I multiship for a reason, they’re all…individual. They’re not the same ship depending on the partner. And I don’t stick to just canon. Some of my fav ships are crossovers (Matt Murdock) and OCs. Sooooo, no. Not picking. Can’t make me. I will say I’m always a sucker for Romy and Rogan shipping, but neither is my end all, be all of shipping by a long shot. I like being able to explore a different storyline, even with the ‘same’ character. Sue me. It’s the beauty of roleplay.

opinion on true love: sigh. This, this is complicated. Because she’s very much a romantic. She loves books, obviously romance is a common plot or subplot. She’s had the ideal of love constantly in her face in fiction. But her reality has been her mother leaving her father, and Mystique being…Mystique, and wondering how authentic her and Irene’s relationship is. Basically she desperately wants true love to be real. She believes she’s just seen shitty versions of love, people that weren’t meant to be together. She also questions whether or not she is actually worthy of love. If her power isn’t some way of the universe laughing at her, like she didn’t get the message when her mother left her. She wants to be very, very wrong, she’s just not sure that she is.

opinion on love at first sight: doesn’t think it exists because she views authentic love as being a deep level of care and want for wellbeing of the other person above one’s self. Lust at first sight? Like at first sight?  Some kind of undefinable kinship connection? Definitely believes in them, she’s experienced them. Love at first sight? Nope. Not a thing in her mind.

how ‘romantic’ are they?: Rogue’s romantic tendencies fluctuate based on her partner’s needs. Is their thing dinner in and a movie? Cool, she’ll make it happen. Spend the afternoon doing an engine build together? That’s what’s up. They want to go to a fancy restaurant? She’ll happily dress up to go. Seeing them happy, is what makes her happy. She feeds off their happiness, and stresses over their stresses, so her goal is to see them taken care of and happy. Laughter from the person she loves, highlight of her day. She’s very prone to leaving little notes in places like work desk, favorite food, on the bathroom mirror in the steam, texting good morning/night when not around, random little cutesy…or not so innocent, texts throughout the day. She notes their favorite food and drink, it stays in stock. She’ll often be up first and have the coffee ready for them both. If there’s something to be done that can take a load of them, she offers.

ideal physical traits: she’s borderline demi/sapiosexual. She really doesn’t have “ideal” traits because personality means a lot more to her than physicality. While it’s not intentional, it’s purely happenstance, she generally ends up falling for someone with slightly above average to enhanced physicality. More a product of usually keeping company with mutants and other powered humans or supernatural beings than seeking it out. If you were to force her to name ideal traits they would likely include bright eyes of no particular color, longer hair (she’s highly tactile, okay?), and a really nice smile. She’s not so picky about them being short, tall, feminine or masculine, etc. You really couldn’t even peg a preferred hair color on her, she’s fallen for all of them.

ideal personality traits: now this is where she’s picky. Both confident, self-assured, and shy, quiet have an appeal to her. Someone who can be an extrovert and in charge is a big turn on, but she’s also a nurturer and can find kinship in other introverts. It basically flips her switch, quite metaphorically given she is a switch, and she’ll take the lead as needed. A sense of humor is a must, they absolutely have to be able to give and take sarcasm and sassback. It’s her default language. She cannot begin to be attracted to someone that is blasé to injustice or cruelty. She’s the definition of chaotic good, if you’re not willing to break the law with her to do the right thing, she won’t have any part of you. And lord knows if you’re cruel, she’s liable to injure you before dating you.

unattractive physical traits: Um, her mother and brother are both blue. Her brother has a tail. Remy has demon eyes. She really gives no fucks what you look like unless it was someone like Blob, or I don’t know, Cthulhu, yeah that she probably would have a hard time working past. That, and a really sour, mean face. Looking constantly pissed would be a big turn off.

unattractive personality traits: Cruel, arrogant (which isn’t the same as cocky but people that don’t know what a dictionary is pretend they’re synonyms and they’re really not, cockiness is justified confidence but arrogance is condescending and usually unwarranted), of the idea they’re never wrong, unempathetic, humorless, unaffectionate (she’s both touch and generalized affection starved, that’s a no go), and unable to get passionately worked up over something they care about.

ideal date: She’s a pleaser, so her ideal date is what makes them happy. Hell, napping together counts as a date if that’s what her partner wants. Baking together. Reading aloud together. Working together. Going out and rounding up criminals. Hell, training together can count as a date (sparring is foreplay people, and you damn well know it). If you want a dream date, getting out away from the city, bonfire and camp food, stargazing, maybe screwing in the back of a pickup or in a tent. Wouldn’t even need to spend the night camping if not desired by the partner. Just some time away from the city is enough if they’re too much of a city slicker to want to rough it outdoors for the night.

do they have a type?: Y U P. Cocky, devil may care smirk, self deprecating, usually has a rocky past, wears leather, very affectionate and sexually driven, usually denies the fact they’re good even though she sees right through that. Gods she has a type. Majority of her ships, canon or not, fall into most of those categories.

average relationship length: once started, not exactly ended. At least on average. If they break it off, they generally drift back together unless something major truly cuts it off. As much as she has some commitment issues because of her Rejection Dysphoria , she’s also really determined to make a relationship work through effort if she cares about the person.

preferred non-sexual intimacy: Everything. Fucking. Everything. Touch is top priority. It can be just being laid up against each other, she wants to be touching whenever possible. Running fingers through hair? Prime. Using each other as pillows? Not optional. Just tracing patterns in skin? Don’t. Stop. Showering together? Yup. But really spending any time together, even with it being work, is intimate for her. As much as she likes someone opening up to her, just quiet time together also counts as intimacy for her.

commitment level: ride or die. Except she knows she’s not aging. So unless whoever she’s with is equally powered or supernatural, she knows she’s signing up to outlive them. And she knows it’s going to hurt like a bitch. Doesn’t stop her from committing once she’s truly attached and cares for them.

opinion of public affection: she likes it. She’s a slight bit of an exhibitionist and also likes to lay claim to whomever she’s with if someone’s getting a little too comfortable flirting with her partner. She won’t be overly affectionate to the point of it being considered obscene but she certainly isn’t opposed to holding hands, playing with hair, brief kisses, etc.

past relationships?: verse dependent, aside from Cody who barely counted as a relationship before her power landed him in a permanent coma. Yeah, great introduction to dating

[lowkeyaesthvtic]

Evil Karma - Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Word Count: a pretty short 1,476

Summary: Sofi sees Mal face to face for the first time, and it’s one hell of a ride

Pairings: OC x poly!Harry Hook, I guess OC x Mal if you squint? (but like tbh I wouldn’t)

Rating: T for mostly swear words

Warnings: Mentions of death and gorey (but not deeply descriptive) violence, swear words, use of a dagger (kinda?), and a bit of an allusion to home invasions that have happened in the past (Europeans invading native america was what came to my mind) 

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer @hookedradge @curse-brekker @amityravenclawelf @kirbiejayhook

As Harry gallivanted through the Isle, I kept a slower walk than usual. After all of these years, he was still in my head. You would think that going to a land with no magic would remove everything, but I guess it doesn’t. I wanted nothing more than to get angry again. I wanted nothing more than to find some old picture of him and fire a thousand arrows straight through it. But, I couldn’t do any of that now. Peter Pan is dead and my father was lost long before that. I felt a slight grip on my hand jolt me away from my thoughts. “Duckling, it’s just me.” Harry lowered his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can take you back to Uma if you want me to.” No. I wasn’t going to let anybody on the Isle see me as some kind of victim that needed to be coddled all the time. Just because I’m not the same ruler I was in Neverland doesn’t mean I’ll descend to the level of a whining peasant.

“I’m fine, Harry. Now, we have a job to do.” We had finally arrived at Curl Up and Dye. It wasn’t my first time robbing the place, and we both know it wouldn’t be our last. However, it was the first time we had seen a vehicle parked outside of it. It was clean, shiny and made a tiny squeak when Harry swiped his finger across it. “Well...that’s new. Since when did Lady Tremaine have a thing for motorbikes?” Harry turned back to me, his shark smile wide and playful.

“Oh, this doesn’t belong to Lady Tremaine..or her little worker rat for that matter.” Harry chuckles and excitedly spins his hook with his free hand. “We should go in, this is going to be one hell of a ride!” Harry took my hand into his and placed a quick kiss on my ring finger before the two of us strutted inside, hand in hand. What I saw next was an unexpected, yet somehow pleasant surprise.

There she stood. Her hair was the same color as the vehicle outside, so it must have belonged to her. She was a tiny little thing. Her legs were so slim they could easily snap with just one kick. She wasn’t much taller than the little Dizzy working in the salon that day. Her face was dainty, overly feminine, lips full and pouty. There’s no way that this was the right girl. It couldn’t be, yet I knew that it was. I kept eye contact with her, but she clearly seemed dazed, more focused on Harry as he took the money from the dirty and rickety register. Just as Harry was about to guide me out, she spoke up. “Still running errands for Uma? Or do you actually get to keep what you steal?” Harry turned back, eyebrows perked not in surprise, but in excitement. 

“Well well well, what a nice surprise!” Harry turned to me, tucking a stray hair behind my face. “Duckling, there’s someone I need to introduce you to -” Before he could go any further, I quickly got closer to the princess. My dagger was in my pocket and ready to go.

“No need, Harry.” Her hair was long, straightened, recently worked on. It was no longer the bleach blonde I saw on TV those months ago, but a shade of purple slightly brighter than that of the vehicle outside. I took out my dagger and slowly swept the heel along her hair and close to her right cheek. “I like the new color. That beach bleached blonde was making me sick. This seems much more...you.”

“And who are you? Another errand bunny in Uma’s group of eels?” A troubling smile tugged at the corner of my lips. 

“Oh no no no, Princess. I’m your worst fucking nightmare. I’ll be the one to finally tell you that there are consequences for your actions. Just because you’re...quite literally fucking royalty doesn’t mean you get to get away with everything.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you sad you didn’t get sent to Auradon or something? Tough luck, pirate rat, clearly you were left here for a reason.” Mal swiftly grabbed my wrist, restricting me from moving my dagger any further. Alright, little mouse. I’ll play along. 

“Well let’s see, when you’re laying in your castle a few weeks from now wondering why you feel so alone and why everything you love is falling to shit, try asking yourself if you really should have murdered those hundreds of innocent boys? It’s what I would do if I were in your glass slippers.” For a split second, her eyes widened. She thought I didn’t see it, but I saw it. It may have only been for a short while, but she was scared of me. And I cherished every bit of it.

“How the hell did you escape, Wendy?”

I laughed quickly before my face turned cold. “Wendy was a fragile feather who my father bludgeoned to death with a mace. I saw her body in the Echo Caves myself..or, what was left of it anyway. The name is Sofi, if you must know. As for how I escaped, there’s this thing called ‘Neverland’s magic coursing through my DNA,’ not that you would’ve known.” I lowered my dagger but kept my gaze. Some people think that information is a weakness. But, truthfully, how much information you give your enemy doesn’t matter as long as you’re strong enough on the battlefield. I want this bitch to know every little thing about me before I rip her intestines from her chest so she can see who she lost to.

“So, Peter Pan has children, huh? So much for never growing up.”

“Oh, I’m sure he has tons. If there was one thing he desired more than power and control, it was a rough round of Devil’s Tango. Don’t think about trying to find him here, though. The bastard’s been dead for years. I couldn’t care less about whether or not you wanted to gut him open. What I do care about, princess, is my boys. And you and your little gang of misfits took them from me.” I could feel my voice getting louder and lower. There was a fire lighting in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a very long time and I was more than happy to feel it return. She’s alone. She’s unarmed. She’s vulnerable. “My Lost Boys were innocent! They did nothing wrong!”

“Your Lost Boys tried to kill my friends and I. We went there for your father, they got in our way.”

“For Wicked’s sake, Mal! Listen to yourself! My Lost Boys were protecting the home that you and your friends invaded! You go to school now, right? Have you read a history book? Do you understand just how fucked up you are? God, I should just slice you right here! It’s not like you gave my boys any time to beg for mercy, huh?”

“Oh, I would love to see you try!”

“Sofi!” Harry’s growl interjected the two of us. He hadn’t moved any closer, as it would’ve been a mistake to get between Mal and I, but I knew what he was trying to say. A swift death is nowhere near what Mal deserves. She deserves to suffer long and hard so she’ll embrace her death when it finally arrives by my dagger. Now that she’s back on the Isle, that’s exactly what she’ll get. “We came for a robbery, not a murder. Let’s go!” I quickly turned to Harry, his overall body language was firm and troublesome as usual, but deep in his eyes I sensed a softness. I sensed something that was close to...not fear..maybe worry? I glanced back at the princess and walked away, keeping eye contact with her. 

“Just wait until Uma hears you’re back, you’ll be screwed then, princess!” I glided my arm across the table beside me, sending bottles and glasses to the floor. “This has only just begun!” I let out a fiery laugh as Harry and I exited the salon. Just as we left, I stopped and looked over at the motorbike. “Hey Harry, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Now that Mal’s on the island, we can jumpstart that plan that you brought to us and make her life completely miserable because it’s what she deserves?” Harry asked, eyes confused yet excited like a young puppy.

“Well, yes, but what I was also thinking…” I took a seat on the bike, throwing the purple helmet off to the side. “was that it’s time for a bit of a joyride.” Harry’s shark smile returned as he took his seat in front of me on the motorbike and revved the engine.

“Well then, duckling, let’s ride.”

[btsiguess]

Womyn with a ‘Y’ (m) - 2

Summary: You weren’t quite sure how you ended up working with the aloof Yoonji on your student council campaign, but you did know that that girl was starting to make you question yourself. I mean, if she’s even a girl at all… 

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 3010

Warnings (if applicable): None yet

A/N: I’m finally back with some more Yoonji GARBAGE. Thanks for reading ;)

Chapters: 1 2 3

“You’re a fucking liar! She did not!” You were back on the phone with Soonmi. This time you were glad though, relaying the details of this conversation would have been so much more embarrassing if you didn’t have a phone to hide behind.

Soonmi couldn’t tell how red you were, and you felt honestly blessed because of it.

“I’m not lying, that’s really what happened!”

“Do you think she’s gay?” Soonmi asks, and you’re caught off guard.

“Oh… I never thought about it, I guess? I’m not sure if she’s gay.” You puzzle.

“I mean, that would make a lot of things make sense…” Soonmi continues, “she basically hates Jimin, she’s super antisocial, she doesn’t wear makeup, her fingernails are super short! Plus, she calls you cute and also sometimes I guess she pins you to your fucking bed.”

You giggle quietly into your palm, embarrassed.

“Soonmi, just about all of those things are really stereotypical representations of being gay! Actually, most of them don’t even make sense. So stop! Even if she is gay it doesn’t matter.”

“I know, I know… but I don’t know, maybe she likes you! I understand that if she was gay it wouldn’t necessarily mean she liked you, but! I mean look at you! The only person I know who wouldn’t eat you out is Jimin, and that’s because he has some weird loyalty boner for Yoonji. Oh my god imagine him finding out she likes you!” Soonmi rambled.

“She doesn’t! Besides, I don’t even like girls that way.” You shrug.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve at least tried it.” Soonmi pouts. “One time a girl fingered me at summer camp - completely consensual, of course - and I came so hard I passed out!”

You’re sure your cheeks have gone an even darker shade of red than before.

“Plus like, it’s not like you have to only choose one. Sexuality is fluid or something. I don’t really care that much. All I’m saying is don’t block off the idea completely. I mean, oh my god? Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with! But I’m just saying that you two would be the ultimate power couple, and I’d definitely masturbate to the thought of you fucking.”

Soonmi’s explicit description has you guffawing in an uncharacteristic way.

“Okay, okay.” You relent. “I won’t close myself off to the idea. Thank you for the advice. She says she’s coming over again tomorrow, so I’ll obviously tell you how that goes. Oh! Before I forget, tomorrow, during the morning announcements--”

***

The entire school had screamed when you and Yoonji announced you were running together. You have to admit, it was a little bit glorious to have this much attention directed your way.

At lunch, Yoonji had made an effort to wave to you before shuffling back to wherever it was she was going, and the people around looked as if they’d seen some sort of miracle. Yoonji texted you just before the bell rang, instructing you to wait by the school’s gate so the two of you could head to your house together; and it’s there, waiting with baited breath, that Jimin found you.

“Hey!” He says cheerfully, “I heard about you running with Yoonji! That’s super cool!”

You smile politely at him.

“May the best duo win!” He quips, but the look on his face is one of genuine happiness and excitement.

He is a nice boy, Jimin. You sort of wonder why Yoonji doesn’t like him.

Speak of the devil, Yoonji appears before you as you’re looking up at Jimin. She blocks your view of the slightly shorter boy behind her.

“Come on, let’s go.” Yoonji says, grasping you by the hand and pulling you along behind her without a word to Jimin.

You stumble along quickly, but you do turn to wave at the boy you’d been forced to leave behind.

His eyes, which had looked crestfallen at Yoonji’s blatant disregard, seem to lighten up a bit at your enthusiastic wave. He puts his hand up too, and waves slowly back, a smile starting to stretch along his face.

Yoonji tugs you a bit faster.

“Come on, don’t waste time on that moron.”

You cast one last look at the boy, but ultimately, follow Yoonji’s command. You don’t want to make her upset. Nothing that would risk your election. Still though, you wonder why she hates Jimin, or seems to hate Jimin, as much as she does. He really isn’t so bad. A little forward, perhaps, but he was never inappropriate like some of the other boys were. You figure Yoonji has her reasons, and you aren’t about to go judging her when you don’t have all the facts.

You quietly contemplate this until Yoonji is dragging you through your front door. You are momentarily surprised that she remembered the way, but it doesn’t last very long. Your parents aren’t home yet, and so Yoonji doesn’t bother to act more proper in the house (although, in all honesty, you aren’t sure if your parents being home really made a difference on that either way.) She tugs you all the way into your room, and then lets you go, motioning to the bed in an instruction to sit.

Again, you do as you’re told, and when you face her again, she’s gazing at you with her hands on her thin hips.

“I can literally hear the gears turning in your head. What is it?” She asks.

“N-Nothing.” You say, and Yoonji just stares.

“I guess,” you force out, “I was wondering why you are so mean to Jimin… I mean! Not that it’s any of my business. I was just curious.”

“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” She says curtly, and you think you feel your heart drop down into your toes.

Your expression must have shown how disheartened you were because Yoonji sighs heavily.

“Hey. Don’t be like that, brat. I just… Jimin. He won’t take no for an answer. I want him to leave me alone, but he thinks I’m playing coy or something. Do I look like that’s something I would do? No.” She huffs and flops on your bed. You’d consider it unladylike if it weren’t for the great amount of care she took making sure her skirt and blouse stayed in their rightful places.

“I never really thought of it that way.” You mumble.

“No one ever does.” She turns on her side so she’s facing you. Your positions force her to look up at you, and while you’re momentarily caught off guard by the shift in metaphoric power, you’re also helpless to notice her beauty. Your heart skips a beat as you look down at her, and you can’t help but think of what Soonmi had told you last night over the phone.

“I-Is he just not your type?” You ask, in an attempt to break the moment.

Yoonji chuckles lowly in response. “No, he’s definitely not my type.”

“O-Oh. What is your type then?” You ask. You hope it comes off as nonchalant. Why were you even getting confused anyway? This was all Soonmi’s fault. She was definitely going to get a bitching out from you later.

Yoonji eyes you carefully, her gaze flitting  over each part of your face as if to search for something within it.

“I like… people who are more feminine, usually.” She says, finally.

“More feminine than Jimin?!” You blurt out. “Is that even possible?”

Yoonji chuckles at your outburst before fixing you with a stare.

“It is… I mean, women are much more feminine than Jimin, don’t you think?”

Your mouth goes a bit dry.

“Oh.” You say quietly.

Yoonji sits up now, facing you.

“Is that okay? That I like women?” She asks. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, your eyes falling down to the pattern in your soft blanket. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to figure out what to say. Of course you don’t care that Yoonji is gay. Or… maybe you did care? Not that it was a bad thing though, regardless.

Her finger catches your chin, and you’re forced to look at her.

“You know I would never do anything to you right? Just because I like girls it doesn’t mean I’d do anything to you.” She says it softly and your heart falls again. You’re not quite sure why, though. Yoonji was being uncharacteristically sweet, and even with your chest heavy, you can’t help but focus on the fingertip tilting your chin up.

“Are you going to say something?” She asks.

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay.” You say finally.

“I’m bisexual, actually.” She responds, letting your chin drop and shifting to lean back on her arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with that either.”

“Well I’m glad you know that. I don’t think many kids at school would be happy if they knew.” She sighs. “Anyway, though. I told you about me. What about you?”

“What about me?” You shoot back. “Are you asking if I’m gay?”

“Sure.” Yoonji really had a way with words.

“I’m…” You consider yourself for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve only ever slept with one person, and it was a boy. But I know that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Was he good?” Yoonji probes.

“Oh my god! Yoonji!” You blush, and turn to bury your face in your pillows.

“Come on, aren’t we friends?” She teases, and your heartbeat speeds up at the word. “I just want to know if that boy was treating you right!”

She attempts to tug your red face out of your pillows, but the plan backfires. You’ll be darned if you have to answer this question while looking at her. You use her own strength against her, clinging to her wrist for a moment longer than she expected. The outcome is your face suddenly being buried in her shoulder. Still hidden from her curious gaze.

It’s the closest you’ve ever been, sitting side by side, your head pressed against her neck, and while Yoonji is surprised, she doesn’t push you away. You figure she’s just grateful you didn’t ditch her as soon as you found out she was bi.

“He was terrible.” You whisper, “in bed I mean. So bad.”

“Really? How come?” You feel her chuckle slightly.

“Oh my god. I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. Even Soonmi doesn’t know.”

“Who would I tell?” She reassures you.

“Okay… Jihoon… He never made me, you know… finish…”

“What?!” She cries, pulling your face from her shoulder. “He never made you cum?!”

You shush her, hoping to quell your own embarrassment in the process.

“How is that even possible?” Yoonji virtually cries. “It’s so easy to get a girl to cum? You just stop being selfish for two seconds? Was he just really bad at eating you out or something?”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish a few times, until realization dawns on Yoonji’s face.

“Holy fuck, he never ate you out?!” She seems scandalized by the entire premise. “He had you and he never ate you out?! Who does he think he is? DJ Khaled?!”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to your cheeks to try and cool them down.

“So… you’ve never been eaten out then?” She asks. So much for trying to get rid of your blush.

“Yoonji!” You whine. “Stop, it’s embarrassing.”

“Fine, fine.” She relents. “Well… If you’re ever desperate for it, just ask me. I’ll make sure to do it right.” She flops down on her back and smiles cheekily at you to let you know that she was joking. She sticks out her tongue and wiggles it playfully at you.

And it’s like the floodgates open.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about women sexually before. I mean, everyone does a little bit, right? But suddenly, it wasn’t nameless women in porn videos or dirty magazines. It was Yoonji. Living, breathing, right-there-in-front-of-you Yoonji. You imagined what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her. To be touched by her. And you were suddenly stuck in the deep end, unsure how you got here in the first place.

“Hey.” Yoonji interrupts your fantasy. “You all good?”

“Y-Yeah. S-Sorry. Let’s, uh, work on this student council stuff.”

***

This girl is going to be the death of him, he’s sure. She’s so easy to read, it’s fucking maddening. He can tell as soon as he says it that she’s thinking about it. Thinking about him between her thighs and pleasuring her the way literally no one has before.

Yoongi is trying to keep his cool, but it’s hard. He’s hard.

It can’t be healthy to get hard this often over one girl. But here he is, dressed in a fucking skirt, sitting on the girls fucking bed, at half mast. He’s lucky she’s one of those girls who keeps way too many pillows around. And he’s lucky that it’s inconspicuous for him to hold one in his lap. Everyone thinking he’s a girl had to have some perks, right?

Yoongi can’t fucking believe that no one’s been between your legs before. He knows he’s pretty new to the whole knowing you thing, but even with that in mind he’s sure he wouldn’t mind living and dying with his face shoved in your pussy. If you took him up on his offer right now, he would absolutely die a happy man.

It’s difficult to focus on this campaign when he’s too busy wishing he was fucking you. He does want to win though. That hasn’t changed. He wants to see Jimin go down. Especially after he caught him talking to you this afternoon. Jimin’s eyes were a little too bright when he looked at you, and Yoongi can’t say he’s a fan of the idea. Jimin is handsome, Yoongi can admit it, and the thought of that brat trying to get into your pants made his fuckin’ blood boil.

“Y-Yoonji?” You stutter, pulling the boy away from his internal fuming.

“What.” He snaps a little too crossly, and you flinch.

Oh shit.

“Just, you weren’t really listening.”

“Sorry princess.” The pet name rolls off his tongue, and he internally delights in the way your cheeks visibly redden at his words. “Something is just on my mind.”

“Oh! What is it?” You say, all too innocently. Of course Yoongi knows that you have no way of knowing what’s going on inside his filthy brain, but the way your eyes widen in interest makes his mind run rampant with even more lewd suggestions.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” He settles on telling you.

“Yoonji—” You pout, clinging to his arm, “you said we were friends! Tell me, woman to woman, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

You hold out your pinky to him, a sign of your promise, and he begrudgingly wraps his own around yours. You’re far too cute for your own good.

“I was just thinking that Jimin was getting a little too close to you today.” He admits, and you cock your head to the side.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“I mean, I think he’s going to start flirting with you soon. The way he was talking to you reminded me of how he acted with me when I first moved here.” It’s almost surprising to Yoongi, how easy it is to let his actual thoughts roll off his tongue. He’s always been a bit of a solitary boy, even more so when playing a girl. Of course he’d had acquaintances before, but none that he actually cared about talking to like he did you. He blames his hormones.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so.” You dismiss easily, and Yoongi is tempted to roll his eyes. “Everyone at school knows that Jimin only has the hots for you, Yoonji! He couldn’t like me.”

There’s no room for argument in your tone. But that’s never stopped Yoongi before, and it won’t stop him now.

“I just think that maybe he’ll finally come around and like someone else.” He says, a bit harshly. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you.”

“Yoonji, he seriously wasn’t! He’s so into you!”

You’re too blind for your own goddamn good.

“Anyway,” you continue, “What does it even matter if Jimin starts to like me? He doesn’t! I’m just saying, for arguments sake, what would it matter if he did? Would you be jealous that I’m taking your man away?”

The way you ask it is so innocent, that Yoongi can’t be mad. Your stupid doe eyes bore into his own in wait of a response and he’s momentarily paralyzed with something he can’t define. If you were literally anyone else he’d be tearing into you for even suggesting that he might be into Jimin. But with you it’s just… so fucking cute. You’re too oblivious. Yoongi isn’t sure how you’ve managed to survive this long.

“I’m jealous, but not of you taking my man.” Yoongi admits.

“What do you mean?” You’re just full of questions. Yoongi says nothing, simply glancing down at the list of tasks you’d been working on before this conversation even happened. This ridiculous conversation.

If you’re annoyed by his sudden disregard of your question, you don’t show it. Instead, you simply scooch over and begin to explain in detail the bullets on your list. Yoongi is listening properly this time, as you rant about school policies that you want to change and budget shifts you want to propose, but even as you speak, his eyes are drawn to the animated way in which you talk with your hands. Your dainty fingers flailing wildly as you get particularly excited about the idea you’ve come up with for the music department’s budget. His eyes also trail down to your lips, watching the way they curve over each word you speak so gently, as if you thought you’d break the air if you spoke with any more force. It’s ridiculous. You were ridiculous. 

And Yoongi is ridiculous for wanting you.

A/N: Ha, I finally got it out! I hope you like it?

[buy-my-love]

Kinktober 07- Aphrodisiacs

Flug was busy as ever working on his newest invention. It was a gun type weapon that shot out little pills that acted somewhat as a love potion or aphrodisiac. Lowered the defenses of the target while simultaneously slowing down their thinking and functions. He was almost done with the chemical combination that would form his little love potion, but the last part required absolute focus and caution. He had been working on this project day and night and he was not about to screw up weeks of work for the concoction to explode in his face. He had the tube in his hand, being careful to cover his skin to the best of his ability and keep his lab space controlled. He sighed softly before setting the tube in its holder.

Flug spun around in his chair a few times and rubbed his face. He felt his muscles loosen a bit. Okay. He was ready now. He picked the tube back up and held it close, grabbing the dropper and, with precision, dropped the last drop of his mixture. He sighed softly in relief and leaned back. His controlled environment suddenly became the opposite. The wheel on his chair broke off, causing the scientist to unceremoniously fall to the floor, face first. His grip tightened on the tube and it broke into his hand, the liquid inside splattering to land on his neck and parts of his face as well as inside his palm from the glass shards. He mentally smacked himself. How could this happen?! He was SO careful and he was SO close to being done. Now he was back at square one!

He groaned loudly and got up from the floor, deciding to clean up the mess before the syrum kicked in. He threw his bag and goggles to the side. The scientist cleaned the floor and began to fix his chair before he began to feel his mind drifting to more inappropriate subjects. His body felt loose and his mind was foggy. He got up slowly, but it made him dizzy anyways. His brain turned into a blank slate until one thought took over. ‘Go to Black Hat’

Flug, without his rational mind to combat this, immediately began walking to his boss’s room. He knew the path by heart, having been there multiple times to do simple chores or fetch something for his dastardly employer. This time, he was there for the first time for something else. He didn’t even hesitate when he got to the door, knocking immediately.

“Go away, Demencia.” Black Hat growled. Flug whimpered softly, his heart skipping a beat.

“I-It’s n-not D-Demencia...” The smaller managed to choke out. He began to squirm and become impatient as the silence dragged on. The door soon opened to reveal his handsome, tall, dark skinned boss, clad in a fresh suit. Flug almost moaned just from looking at him. His squirming got more intense and he looked up at his employer.

“Flug?” Black Hat looked confused and shocked. “Where’s your bag?” Flug shook his head.

“Does it matter?” He spoke quickly. Black Hat was appalled by his attitude.

“I guess not...but—“

“Then fuck me.” Flug cut him off and pulled him down by his tie, kissing him softly and passionately. He was in heaven. Black Hat, on the other hand, was conflicted. On one hand, his employee tasted sweet and he was offering sex to him, but on the other hand, who did he think he was?! This was his favorite suit and nobody touched the almighty LORD BLACK HAT without permission! He pushed his employee back forcefully. He regret that decision as he laid eyes upon the smaller. He had his pants undone and his shirt falling off his shoulder. His hair slightly covered his face, but his mouth was open, wet and inviting. His eyes half-lidded and begging. Fuck, Black Hat could feel himself getting hard already. Flug looked delicious.

Flug let out a soft whine as he got up, panting slightly. Every step he took made Black Hat go crazy. He froze. Flug walked towards him and he just stood there, shocked and aroused. Flug smiled maliciously and put his pale hands on Black Hat’s chest. Black Hat struggled in vain to control his purring. Flug took that as a good sign as he only continued to feel up his boss. Black Hat growled and gave up, the lust in Flug’s eyes making his hunger take over. He dragged Flug inside and threw him to the bed.

“Strip.” Black Hat ordered while taking off his tie. Flug eagerly began stripping, but Black Hat froze when he saw Flug take his pants off to reveal panties. He was confused. Was Flug not a male? Flug continued to strip, taking his shirt off and revealing a matching bra. Black Hat’s jaw dropped. How had he not known this?! His employee was female?! Now that he looked at Flug, he could see the feminine features. This was a huge turn on, knowing his employee could be hot in both genders.

“Black Hat~ Please, I can’t wait much longer!”

Flug’s whining broke Black Hat out of his thoughts. He blushed and began taking off the remainder of his clothes. He eagerly rushed to be between his scientist’s legs. Fuck, he was so beautiful. Damn...she...sorry... Black Hat groaned and began with light kisses on the pale skin of her neck and shoulders. Flug moaned and wrapped her legs around Black Hat. That’s when realization hit him. This was a test. He got up and pushed away slightly, earning a mewl from Flug.

“Is this a test?”

“No?”

“Don’t humans have that weird consent rule?” Black Hat was confused.

“FUCK ME, BLACK HAT! IS THAT ENOUGH CONSENT FOR YOU?!” Flug growled. She was needy and not in the mood for banter. Black Hat blushed and stood paralyzed for a moment before nodding and getting back to work.

Black Hat laid kisses all over her fair body, going down from her shoulders to her bra strap to her stomach. Flug blushed and tried to be patient and ignore the overwhelming need growing inside her, but then Black Hat just HAD to push her over the edge. He bit the band of her lace panties, holding it between his teeth. Flug LOST IT. She got up and pulled Black Hat into the bed, taking off her bra and throwing it to the side. She slid off her panties and wrapped her legs around Black Hat, trapping him. He didn’t seem to mind, going back and kissing Flug on the lips. She smiled and moaned into the messy kiss, arching her back to get more friction. Black Hat noticed this and decided to grace her with his fingers, claws retracted.

With great precision, Black Hat slipped two of his fingers into his lover, causing her to moan loudly. Her almost dripping cunt seemed to suck him in. He had never felt so aroused in his life. He began to move his fingers ever so slightly, resulting in more sweet mewls and whimpers. This went on for a hot minute until Black Hat pulled out his fingers and seductively licked them clean. Flug broke.

“Ngh! Black Hat, I swear to the Devil, if you don’t fuck me RIGHT THIS SECOND, I will quit and never come back!” Black Hat chuckled.

“I’ll let the multiple errors in that comment slide just this once.” Black Hat purred and positioned himself, guiding his monstrous squirming cock to Flug’s entrance. They were both lubed up pretty well naturally, so the feeding went a lot faster than usual. He just slid right in. Flug arched her back and moaned loudly. Her arms wrapped around the demons neck, her mewls and begging becoming nonsensical slurs as Black Hat began to move his hips. Flug’s insides seemed to suck Black Hat in, squeezing him in all the right ways. It was euphoric to say the least.

Black Hat purred louder as he quickened the pace, chasing the pleasure Flug so readily provided for him. He growled above the small human, wanting more. Flug moved her hips in sync with her boss, blubbering nonsense and moaning sweetly to her lover.

Black Hat felt insatiable. He kept getting faster and harder until Flug had been resorted to a babbling mess beneath him. She was covered in sweat and grasping for anything to keep her grounded. With one more thrust, she tightened around him and moaned. She tried to speak, ultimately failing as she was milked through her orgasm. Black Hat almost passed out at the immense amounts of pleasure his scrawny little scientist had shoved into him. He came soon after, luckily not inside of the poor little woman. She didn’t deserve to clean the sticky substance off of her sensitive skin.

Black Hat relaxed and laid beside her, panting. He hadn’t gotten a workout like that in decades. He looked over at Flug, who seemed to already be asleep. Maybe that would be a good idea. Worry about the mess in the morning. He turned the lamp off on his night stand and covered them both up before drifting off for the first time in a good hundred years.

[zig-a-zow]

As told by Aiden [Chapter 1: Come hang out]

Summary: Aiden Zhou had everything figured out. He was a Junior at high school, he would graduate in two years, attend a prestigious school such as Juilliard and become the best musician he could be. Of course, despite being practically a prodigy at what he loved, he had a lot to learn yet, especially the most important lesson: there was more to life than what he once thought.

Pairings: Aiden x MC (Grace Ashton)

Word count: 3123

Notes: Hello there! What is this, you might be asking yourself? Well, nothing other than what the title says: High School Story as told by Aiden. The events from the book, but from his perspective, plus extra scenes/fanon lore. There are significant changes in this story, though. For once, I have two MCs, best friends Grace and Callie. However, one of them will be significantly more prominent due to being Aiden's love interest. Also, each chapter has its own song, cause how could I write about Aiden without music included? Click the lyrics to listen. Without further ado, let’s begin.

Ch. 1 (It's right here!) - Ch. 2  - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 (Coming soon!)

And all my friends say

Come hang out , 'cause you're out of your mind

You're working so damn hard you forgot what you like.

"Aiden... Aiden!"

His eyes moved quickly from his music sheet to his mother's face when he heard her voice. He sighed deeply. She was giving him that look again.

"Yes?"

"Darling, could you maybe leave your music sheets aside for a moment?" she asked as softly as she could, smiling slightly. "You haven't even touched your breakfast!"

"Mom... this is very important. I need to figure out this next piece, soon."

"Aiden, listen to your mother."

He casted his father a single, subtly exasperated glance. Of course, Glen Zhou wouldn't notice, since his face was hidden behind today's newspaper. Aiden sighed yet again as he reluctantly put his music sheets back in his bag.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his mother's effort to feed him, but his mind was elsewhere, as usual. He had to show Ezra that he was much more than his first chair trumpet, he was also a composer, and a very talented one at that.

The fact that he had been trying to impress his student director for two years now, to no avail, really got him on his nerves.

He jumped slightly when the alarm on his watch went off, and immediately stood up. It was time for him to leave.

"Aiden, you're forgetting your lunch."

He returned a few steps with a sigh, and his mother gave him a small smile as she carefully tucked the paper bag on his backpack.

"Thanks, mom" he muttered, and pressed a brief kiss on her cheek. "See you later."

He barely heard her reply as he rushed outside, towards his car. No, he wasn't late at all, he just enjoyed being early. The ride was short, as always. It was a relatively small town after all, which had its perks. For example, he knew practically everyone in the neighborhood, at least by name.

He was just parking when he could see Myra waiting for him on the other side of the parking lot, a wide grin spreading on her face as she spotted him as well.

"There he is, the Piano Man!" she exclaimed as she approached and he climbed out of the vehicle. "Any progress on your masterpiece?"

"I know you're being sarcastic, but I will take it anyway" Aiden couldn't help but smile slightly as he hung his bag on his shoulder. "And no... I keep writing a few notes just to erase them five seconds later."

"Mhm... maybe composing isn't your forte after all, huh?"

Aiden didn't even reply, just rolled his eyes and sighed. He was more than used to those silly puns and jokes from her, so it was better to roll with it. Since he had met her, last year at band tryouts, she had always been that cheery, loud, and sometimes obnoxious self.

He still wasn't sure why they were friends at all.

"... never seen that car before!"

He was barely hearing her, but he followed her gaze anyway. He had to agree, that bright red car wasn't one he was familiar with, and he had seen all of them by parking there every single school day. That meant someone had a new car, or there was a new student. Maybe two.

A pair of girls climbed out of the car almost at the same time. The first one was practically bouncing on her heels, her bright blonde hair jumping around with her.

"C'mon, c'mon...!"

"You seem way too excited to be the new kid again" the second girl shoved her car keys in her bag carelessly as she followed her bouncing friend, not paying attention to the only other two people in the place.

But they were paying attention. At least Aiden was. He found it a bit difficult to stop staring at the second girl's perfect dark curls, which bounced with every step she took as she walked away, until she was out of sight.

"Hey, hey!" Myra snapped her fingers in front of him to get his attention, a sly smile on her face. "Already crushing on the new girl, are we? Which one was it?"

"Oh, please" he muttered as he frowned slightly, brushing her words off with an indifferent wave of his hand. "You know very well that I have no interest in... 'crushes', as you like to call them."

"Sure, uh-huh. We'll see about that."

"No, we won't. Now come on, I don't want to be late."

He was painfully aware of the red tone on his cheeks, so he rushed towards the school as quick as he could.

Aiden was very, very thankful that his classes were enough to distract him. He really didn't want to think about that girl's face, her long eyelashes that batted slowly, her dark skin which seemed to glow under the morning sunlight, her chocolate eyes that...

... dang it.

The bell before lunch rang and he let out an exasperated sigh as he headed out of the classroom. He was not 'crushing' on that girl.

No. Definitely not.

He just... appreciated her beauty? Like one would appreciate a painting at the museum. It was an objective feeling.

She was pretty, and he was mesmerized by her. That was it.

"Aiden, my man!" he startled slightly when Ezra Mitchell, his student director, placed one of his arms around his shoulders. "It's good to see you."

"Ezra! The feeling is mutual, believe me" Aiden sighed with relief, a new distraction was just what he needed. "I've been working on a new piece that could really... how would you say it, 'spice up' the band's upcoming performance."

"Look at you, learning today's slang! Good for you, buddy."

Aiden frowned slightly as he slipped out of his embrace, though Ezra didn't seem to notice or care as they continued walking toward their usual table, Myra joining in a few seconds later.

At a nearby table, most of the band was eating and chatting. Aiden wasn't exactly close with any of them, however. He mostly interacted with them only when necessary, so it was a relief that both Ezra and Myra found his company appealing enough to get their own table.

Ezra spent most of lunch talking to Myra about an action movie he watched with his brother on the weekend, Devil's Canyon.

"... he took his shirt off every five minutes! I'm serious, I even counted!"

"Hah! You say that like it's a bad thing!"

Aiden sighed heavily. He had given them more than enough time to talk about such trivial things. He cleared his throat loudly, getting their attention.

"If you're quite done... I would like to direct your attention to more important topics."

"Is this about the music we'll play at halftime, again?" asked Myra, rising an eyebrow at him. "'Cause I'd rather keep talking about Matt Rodriguez and his awesome... acting skills."

"No, Myra, let's hear him out" Ezra turned to him and finally gave him his attention. "What's on your mind, buddy?"

Aiden proceeded to take two different music sheets from his bag, a slightly pleased smile on his face.

"I've got a few new songs we might want to consider for the next halftime show..." he said then, and offered the sheets to Ezra, who began to read them curiously. "There's, 'The Wonderful Widow of Eighteen Springs' by John Cage... or how about 'The Gadfly Suite' by Shostakovitch?"

Ezra shook his head as he read the sheets once again, grimacing slightly.

"I ain't gonna lie, Aiden, these sound pretty obscure."

"You haven't even listened to them yet!"

"Exactly. If I don't recognize them, no one else will either."

Aiden frowned in frustration as he stood up to pace in front of their table, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Very well. Let's suppose that you're right..."

"I am."

"... and most of the school doesn't recognize these pieces" he ignored the interruption, his frown deepening. "Does that really make a difference? I don't think anyone at this school can recognize anything but the fight song, aside from us band members, of course."

"It's not about that, Aiden. We've been playing the fight song every year, and we're not stopping now. End of discussion."

Aiden couldn't help but scowl this time, placing his hands on the table as he leaned forward just slightly. Now he was pissed.

"How can someone self-taught be so conservative? You should be the bold one."

"That's funny. I was just about to ask how someone so classically trained could be so eager to change things up."

Myra rubbed her temples for a second before she raised her own voice in an attempt to stop their argument.

"Let's keep it civil, okay? This is real life, not a Reddit thread" she said with a frown, obviously deciding not to take sides. "Besides, it's just a song."

"Just a song?!"

Aiden heard that his voice go a few notes higher than intended, but he didn't care. He was too busy feeling indignation towards his fellow band member.

"Hey!" a feminine voice shouted, startling the three of them at once. "There's a new person standing here. Pay attention!"

They all turned toward her, and Aiden held his breath for a second.

There she was, the pretty girl with the perfect hair that had mesmerized him earlier. She was frowning at him, arms crossed above her chest. He found her strangely intimidating, taking into consideration that she was at least a few inches shorter than him.

"Uh... my apologies. We didn't notice you there."

"Yeah, I kinda picked up on that" she muttered, although her expression softened slowly.

"... wait a minute, I know you! You're one of the new girls on my homeroom!" exclaimed Myra with a smile, standing up as well to have a good look at her. "You're Grace, right? Grace Ashton."

"Yeah... you must be Myra. I could hear your voice from the front row."

"Hah! Guilty as charged!"

"Ahem. Welcome... Grace. Are you a musician?" Aiden regained the girl's attention with ease, before he shook his head slightly. "Wait. Don't tell me. Give me your hand."

Grace raised an eyebrow, and he could feel his cheeks burn just by the sight of the smirk on her lips.

"I don't think so. You'll have to buy me dinner first."

"I... uh..."

Aiden swallowed hard as he looked away for a second, feeling the heat on his face rise even more. Was she... flirting with him? Why? And how was he supposed to react?!

He cleared his throat as he addressed her again, ignoring Myra's giggle and Ezra's chuckle.

"I... didn't mean it like that?"

"You sure about that, buddy?" Ezra's voice called for Grace's attention, much to his relief. "You'll have to excuse him. Aiden here is much better with instruments than with actual human beings... I'm Ezra, by the way."

Grace nodded and finally decided to take a seat with them, casting Aiden a curious glance. He sat beside her as he regained his composure. Maybe changing the subject could help.

"Please tell me you play the saxophone."

"I do play the saxophone. And a little bit of piano, but mostly sax."

"I knew it. Your lips told me everything" he beamed at her, and she smiled back, her eyebrows arching until he realized what he had said. "Er. Not literally. But, you know what I mean."

"Heh. Yeah, I do" she turned toward Myra, who seemed to be bouncing on her seat from excitement. "I take it you were in need of a sax player...?"

"Ah, yes! You're a gift from heaven!"

"You should totally come to the band room and play with us" Ezra shoved the remainings of his lunch on his tray and stood up with a smile. "Put your sax skills to the test, what do you say?"

"I say bring it!" Grace almost jumped out of her seat, a confident smile on her plump lips. "Lead the way."

"Alright, alright! That's the spirit!"

The two of them walked away, and Aiden found himself alone with Myra, still slightly stunned by what just had happened. Myra was giving him a significant look.

"What?"

"Are you gonna buy her dinner, Aiden?"

He scoffed as he stood up as well, carefully tucking his music sheets back in his bag before following both Ezra and Grace, hearing Myra's laugh and steps right behind him.

When they arrived to the band room, Ezra was already handing Grace a saxophone, which she took on her hands with obvious expertise.

"Don't worry, it's totally clean" he assured her, patting her back with a friendly smile. "It hasn't been used since our previous sax player graduated last year."

"Okay, but I'll bring my own next time."

Both Aiden and Myra prepared to join her, as Ezra stood in front of them with a music sheet that was identical to the ones in front of them.

Preparing his trumpet, Aiden turned to Grace.

"Try to keep up. The key thing is to time your cues with the rest of us."

"I know. But thanks for the reminder" she offered him a tiny smile as she took the instrument to her lips. "I mean it."

"Enough" Ezra spoke firmly from the front, commanding their attention. "I think Grace is ready."

And just like that, they started playing. And while their sounds blended together perfectly, Aiden was having a hard time concentrating on his own instrument.

He really was trying to find some kind of flaw on Grace's sound, but he wasn't very successful. She did sound very good.

"Not bad!" exclaimed Ezra as they put their instruments down, grinning at them. "Just a little bit more practice and I can see you joining us."

"I'll admit the notes were... technically correct" Aiden gave her the slightest of smiles, but she scoffed as she shook her head.

"Wow. High praise from Mr. Fancypants."

"I'm wearing regular pants."

Grace couldn't help but laugh briefly at that, directing her attention to Ezra and handing him back the saxophone she had played.

"What they're trying to say is that you should totally audition for the band" said Myra with a smile, grabbing her arm gently. "Not only would you be saving our butts, but you'd also get to spend more time with the best musician here... me!"

"Ha. Can't argue with that."

"No need to answer now. You've got a week to think about it" assured Ezra as he placed the music sheets they had used back on their binder.

"... and to practice" Aiden took the chance to pipe up, getting her attention right back. "Auditions are... competitive."

"Even if I'm the only sax player you can find?"

"Even then."

"Great, I love a good challenge."

"I can tell you and I are gonna get along" Ezra placed an arm around her shoulders with a grin. "By the way, are you going to Brian's party tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

Myra gasped.

"But I thought Brian said you were not invited!"

"So?"

"Oh... oooh! I like you already!"

Aiden was barely hearing their conversation. He was deciding whether he would attend that party or not. He wasn't specifically invited, but that was because it was implied that everyone was invited.

Except those that weren't.

He decided he had better things to do than staying up late out of his house, engaging in annoying small talk and pretending to have any sort of interest in anyone outside his inner circle.

"... see you there!"

He looked up when he heard Ezra's voice, and saw him walk out of the room with Myra close behind. Grace followed suit a few seconds later, and he hurried to reach her. She stopped when she heard his steps, turning around with an arched eyebrow. "Hey... I just wanted to say. I'm sorry if I came off a bit harshly back there."

"Don't sweat it" she said then, shrugging slightly. She smiled. "Like I said, I love a good challenge."

"Still. I guess you could say I'm a bit protective of this marching band. It's very important to me" Aiden sighed deeply. He considered what he was about to say, thinking maybe she would think it was silly, and decided to take the risk. "The truth is, I thought we had a connection."

"Mhm... is that a 'love' connection or something like that?"

Aiden took a step back as he felt his cheeks begin to burn once again as he looked for words to say. There it was again, that feeling of intense embarrassment and vulnerability that he loathed so much. He couldn't help but frown.

"That was not my intended meaning" he uttered after a moment, scowling as he looked away. He scoffed. "I'm far too busy with my music to concern myself with romantic frivolity."

Grace remained silent for a moment, seeminly unfazed by his clear aversion to the topic. A few seconds later she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand as she shamelessly laughed, right to his face.

"S-Sorry, I just... oh boy. I never heard anyone call it that way. Romantic frivolity" she repeated with an amused tone, shaking her head as she regained her composure. "Ah, you're something else."

"Are you done mocking me?"

"I'm not... alright, sorry. That was genuinely funny though."

"I beg to differ" he muttered, but had to look away once again. Her face was flushed and her hair was disheveled from laughing, and he wasn't about to give her appearance another chance to render him speechless again. "Anyway... I truly do hope you try out for the band. We could use you."

Grace opened her mouth, a glimpse of mischief in her chocolate eyes, but she refrained from speaking, pressing her lips together. She was containing herself from saying something that would probably embarrass him, and he was thankful for that.

"Alright, I'll think about it. See you around."

Finally, the final bell had rang and Aiden was heading toward his car to call it a day. He wasn't as tired as he could be, but couldn't wait to reach the peace and solitude that his room represented.

He was adjusting his seatbelt when his phone buzzed. It was a text.

Ezra: r u coming 2 the party or what???

He only took a few seconds to reply.

Aiden: No.

Aiden: See you tomorrow.

Ezra: awwww come on man!! u GOTTA go!

Ezra: every1 will be there

Ezra: grace said shed be there yknow

Ezra: 👀

Aiden huffed as he decided to ignore his incoming messages, which didn't stop as he drove silently, frowning to himself. However after he finally got home, briefly talked to his father and headed to his room, he couldn't help but grab his phone again.

Aiden: What makes you think I'd suddenly be interested in attending just because of her?

Silence. A minute. Two minutes. Suddenly he found himself feeling impatient. Why was everyone acting so strange? Insinuating things that obviously weren't correct? It was getting on his nerves.

Finally, a reply.

Ezra: see u there buddy

Ha! As if he was actually going to that party! It wasn't like he would take a quick shower, try to distract himself with homework and composing, only to give up and head out with a frown and a sigh of defeat.

That wasn't going to happen.

He was still in denial as he drove toward Brian's house.

And come hang out, don't you leave us behind

But, I'll be there next time, I'll be there next time.

So... that was chapter 1!

I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is appreciated and encouraged. Thanks for reading!

[southern-belle-outcasts]

name: Anna Marie Darkholme

nickname: Rogue, Stripes (good way to get a punch in the face), River Rat, Polecat, Kid (better be the right person, or again, punch in the face), Marie

gender: cis-female

romantic orientation: bi-romantic, could be polyromantic under the right circumstances

preferred pet names: verse dependent- typically babe, sweetheart, darlin’, chère, kid (if you’re not Logan or John...start running)

relationship status: verse dependent- anywhere from single as single gets, to committed partner with a kid

favorite canon/fandom ship: um, you want me to pick? For one, I multiship for a reason, they’re all...individual. They’re not the same ship depending on the partner. And I don’t stick to just canon. Some of my fav ships are crossovers (Matt Murdock) and OCs. Sooooo, no. Not picking. Can’t make me. I will say I’m always a sucker for Romy and Rogan shipping, but neither is my end all, be all of shipping by a long shot. I like being able to explore a different storyline, even with the ‘same’ character. Sue me. It’s the beauty of roleplay.

opinion on true love: sigh. This, this is complicated. Because she’s very much a romantic. She loves books, obviously romance is a common plot or subplot. She’s had the ideal of love constantly in her face in fiction. But her reality has been her mother leaving her father, and Mystique being...Mystique, and wondering how authentic her and Irene’s relationship is. Basically she desperately wants true love to be real. She believes she’s just seen shitty versions of love, people that weren’t meant to be together. She also questions whether or not she is actually worthy of love. If her power isn’t some way of the universe laughing at her, like she didn’t get the message when her mother left her. She wants to be very, very wrong, she’s just not sure that she is.

opinion on love at first sight: doesn’t think it exists because she views authentic love as being a deep level of care and want for wellbeing of the other person above one’s self. Lust at first sight? Like at first sight? Some kind of undefinable kinship connection? Definitely believes in them, she’s experienced them. Love at first sight? Nope. Not a thing in her mind.

how ‘romantic’ are they?: Rogue’s romantic tendencies fluctuate based on her partner’s needs. Is their thing dinner in and a movie? Cool, she’ll make it happen. Spend the afternoon doing an engine build together? That’s what’s up. They want to go to a fancy restaurant? She’ll happily dress up to go. Seeing them happy, is what makes her happy. She feeds off their happiness, and stresses over their stresses, so her goal is to see them taken care of and happy. Laughter from the person she loves, highlight of her day. She’s very prone to leaving little notes in places like work desk, favorite food, on the bathroom mirror in the steam, texting good morning/night when not around, random little cutesy...or not so innocent, texts throughout the day. She notes their favorite food and drink, it stays in stock. She’ll often be up first and have the coffee ready for them both. If there’s something to be done that can take a load of them, she offers.

ideal physical traits: she’s borderline demi/sapiosexual. She really doesn’t have “ideal” traits because personality means a lot more to her than physicality. While it’s not intentional, it’s purely happenstance, she generally ends up falling for someone with slightly above average to enhanced physicality. More a product of usually keeping company with mutants and other powered humans or supernatural beings than seeking it out. If you were to force her to name ideal traits they would likely include bright eyes of no particular color, longer hair (she’s highly tactile, okay?), and a really nice smile. She’s not so picky about them being short, tall, feminine or masculine, etc. You really couldn’t even peg a preferred hair color on her, she’s fallen for all of them.

ideal personality traits: now this is where she’s picky. Both confident, self-assured, and shy, quiet have an appeal to her. Someone who can be an extrovert and in charge is a big turn on, but she’s also a nurturer and can find kinship in other introverts. It basically flips her switch, quite metaphorically given she is a switch, and she’ll take the lead as needed. A sense of humor is a must, they absolutely have to be able to give and take sarcasm and sassback. It’s her default language. She cannot begin to be attracted to someone that is blasé to injustice or cruelty. She’s the definition of chaotic good, if you’re not willing to break the law with her to do the right thing, she won’t have any part of you. And lord knows if you’re cruel, she’s liable to injure you before dating you.

unattractive physical traits: Um, her mother and brother are both blue. Her brother has a tail. Remy has demon eyes. She really gives no fucks what you look like unless it was someone like Blob, or I don’t know, Cthulhu, yeah that she probably would have a hard time working past. That, and a really sour, mean face. Looking constantly pissed would be a big turn off.

unattractive personality traits: Cruel, arrogant (which isn’t the same as cocky but people that don’t know what a dictionary is pretend they’re synonyms and they’re really not, cockiness is justified confidence but arrogance is condescending and usually unwarranted), of the idea they’re never wrong, unempathetic, humorless, unaffectionate (she’s both touch and generalized affection starved, that’s a no go), and unable to get passionately worked up over something they care about.

ideal date: She’s a pleaser, so her ideal date is what makes them happy. Hell, napping together counts as a date if that’s what her partner wants. Baking together. Reading aloud together. Working together. Going out and rounding up criminals. Hell, training together can count as a date (sparring is foreplay people, and you damn well know it). If you want a dream date, getting out away from the city, bonfire and camp food, stargazing, maybe screwing in the back of a pickup or in a tent. Wouldn’t even need to spend the night camping if not desired by the partner. Just some time away from the city is enough if they’re too much of a city slicker to want to rough it outdoors for the night.

do they have a type?: Y U P. Cocky, devil may care smirk, self deprecating, usually has a rocky past, wears leather, very affectionate and sexually driven, usually denies the fact they’re good even though she sees right through that. Gods she has a type. Majority of her ships, canon or not, fall into most of those categories.

average relationship length: once started, not exactly ended. At least on average. If they break it off, they generally drift back together unless something major truly cuts it off. As much as she has some commitment issues because of her Rejection Dysphoria , she’s also really determined to make a relationship work through effort if she cares about the person.

preferred non-sexual intimacy: Everything. Fucking. Everything. Touch is top priority. It can be just being laid up against each other, she wants to be touching whenever possible. Running fingers through hair? Prime. Using each other as pillows? Not optional. Just tracing patterns in skin? Don’t. Stop. Showering together? Yup. But really spending any time together, even with it being work, is intimate for her. As much as she likes someone opening up to her, just quiet time together also counts as intimacy for her.

commitment level: ride or die. Except she knows she’s not aging. So unless whoever she’s with is equally powered or supernatural, she knows she’s signing up to outlive them. And she knows it’s going to hurt like a bitch. Doesn’t stop her from committing once she’s truly attached and cares for them.

opinion of public affection: she likes it. She’s a slight bit of an exhibitionist and also likes to lay claim to whomever she’s with if someone’s getting a little too comfortable flirting with her partner. She won’t be overly affectionate to the point of it being considered obscene but she certainly isn’t opposed to holding hands, playing with hair, brief kisses, etc.

past relationships?: verse dependent, aside from Cody who barely counted as a relationship before her power landed him in a permanent coma. Yeah, great introduction to dating.

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