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dailytatsu · 3 years

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Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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svchengss · 3 years

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hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed.

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”.

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started.

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers.

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside.

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made.

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited.

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out.

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded.

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party - jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home.

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically.

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone.

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it.

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made.

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted.

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets.

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you.

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck.

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence.

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers.

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less.

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy.

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home.

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave.

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him.

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more.

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days.

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated.

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-”

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more?

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands.

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening.

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back.

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air.

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure.

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair.

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him.

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence.

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride.

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

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OMG I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING YOU ARE DEFINITELY ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS ON TUMBLR NO CAP!!! i love ur zuko fics, and i wanted to request some sokka x reader!!! i want u to have complete creative freedom but i love how you write slowburn omg so some enemies to friends to lovers sokka content would be insaneeee! maybe reader is fire nation (zuko’s cousin/iroh’s daughter??) but joins the gaang after crossroads or something?

AFTER | SOKKA X READER

SUMMARY: Sokka didn’t expect the girl who held a knife to his neck to be the same girl he’d fall for. Y/N didn’t really expect to fall either.

WORD COUNT: 10k

WARNINGS: injuries, implications of death, kisses, bloodbending, threats of bodily harm, death threats

A/N: time to give sokka the attention and hype he is OWED, also im SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGG but this is quite possibly my favorite Y/N. writing for sokka is hard tho. im not sure how much i like this tbh but its really long omg. also thank you!!!! i feel honored to be considered the best :D you are too kind

When she was younger, Y/N joined Azula’s little troupe of girls. Though she wasn’t some loyal little soldier for her to order around, no, Y/N never feared Azula. Nor did she follow her blindly. No, it had always been a struggle for power between the two. Even when her father was booted from the throne as the rightful heir.

Losing her brother made her wonder if giving up like her father had in Ba Sing Se was the easy way out. Perhaps thats why she promised herself she would never give up. Maybe thats why she challenged Azula to... an unofficial duel when she’d heard her comment. Challenged her and won.

The new Fire Lord’s pride and joy had lost against his niece, a shame.

Y/N hadn’t thought much of it, but it probably would’ve explained why Fire Lord Ozai was rather pleased when Y/N had came to him and explained her intents to go alongside her father and cousin in banishment. She was, no matter how unlikely, another potential heir to the throne. And unlike Zuko, an actual threat. Sending her on a journey to find someone who’d been missing for a century was the best way to get rid of her.

If Y/N was honest, she viewed the banishment as more of a vacation. All her life, she had to deal with banquets, politics, war tactics, all at such a young age. It was tiring, and dull, spending day and night in the palace doing such things. Now, she had the opportunity to travel the world, though her grumpy cousin was rushing them throughout each spot, it was still nice. Zuko certainly didn’t think so, given that they hadn’t found the Avatar yet, not that Y/N believed they ever would but, it is what it is.

A sigh escaped her as she sat, on leg propped up against the other on the deck of the ship, they had arrived in the Southern Water Tribe after seeing an odd light in the distance. Maybe it was cruel, but Y/N sincerely hoped they didn’t find the Avatar. She didn’t want her vacation to end, she didn’t want to return to the politics, and she didn’t want to deal with one of the most powerful people on the planet. Aside from her own desires, Y/N couldn’t help but disapprove of Zuko’s need to please his father, the man who’d hurt him beyond forgiveness.

She sincerely doubted her father approved either. Though their relationship had been strained for some time now. Y/N didn’t hate her father, she doubted that was possible, he was a kind man and a good father. Things between them simply felt... off. She liked to think she’d gotten over it, the initial jealously she felt when she discovered her father intended to join Zuko on his hunt for the Avatar.

When she’d found out from Fire Lord Ozai.

Sometimes she wondered if her father even intended to say goodbye. But she wasn’t a fool, Y/N knew he had recently lost a son, they were both hurting and Zuko needed someone who wasn’t going to hurt him if he did something wrong. Though, Y/N saw him try to save the lives of the soldiers of the so-called great Fire Nation, not do something wrong. Regardless, Zuko needed a father figure, yes. But Y/N needed a father as she grappled with the death of her brother.

Maybe she was just a little bitter about it.

“Are you coming?” Zuko asked, his words coming out harshly.

Raising a brow, Y/N shook her head, “no. Don’t get too violent, though.” She warned, looking at him pointedly, “they’re a small tribe that’s going extinct.”

Zuko rolled his eyes as he exclaimed, “that’s not my fault!”

Sitting up to face him, Y/N smacked him upside the head as she walked past him, “considering the royal family, which you are a part of need I remind you, ordered the genocide of every single Waterbender they had...” She paused, cracking her knuckles before turning to look back at Zuko, “I would say you that everyone here probably blames you for it by assosiation.” Y/N reasoned. She had never liked the history that her ancestors had, much less approved.

Taken aback, Zuko exclaimed, “you’re a part of the royal family too!” Y/N was well aware of the circumstances surrounding his banishment, he’d tried to save lives, but war was the only thing that mattered to the Fire Nation it appeared.

His attempt at defense simply earned him a shrug, “perhaps.” Y/N didn’t consider herself a member of the royal family, and she doubted her father did either. And no matter what Zuko thought, though he was royal by blood, his banishment severed his ties to the throne permanently.

Unless they happened to find the Avatar, though that wasn’t very likely, Y/N decided she would rethinking her life choices should the Avatar be here of all places, as she rested her forearms on the side of the ship and watched Zuko march down his soldiers.

She wasn’t going to tell him that the Southern Water Tribe didn’t have a military, much less benders. As previously mentioned, the genocide destroyed the benders, and the most of the soldiers in the village had headed off to fight in the war against the Fire Nation. Though her brow did raise as she watched him yank an old lady from the small crowd of people, Y/N straightened her back, preparing to get involved.

Of course, a young warrior ended up running at her cousin, war paint and all as he attempted to attack. Key word being attempted. Watching him fall face first into the snow, Y/N realized he wasn’t a warrior, but a boy. The Avatar also happened to be a boy. A very, very young boy. Not a century year old Airbender.

Y/N supposed it was time to start rethinking her life.

Sokka didn’t know what he was supposed to do as he helped Princess Yue onto the Sky Bison. They needed to find Aang’s physical body, quickly, otherwise he wouldn’t be returning to the real world, and they happened to be fresh out of Avatars up until recently so that wasn’t really an option. Not when they needed the balance of the world to be restored immediately.

Sighing, Sokka moved to get onto the Sky Bison, only to be yanked backwards, stumbling before having a knife pressed to his neck. “What the hell!” He exclaimed in shock, garnering the attention of the others that were already on Appa. Katara’s mouth gaping open at the sight of him as Princess Yue cried out in shock.

The knife against his neck is certainly uncomfortable, and he realizes that he probably should’ve stuck around Kyoshi Island long enough to learn how to get out a situation like this. “I’m coming with you. Someone has to make sure Zuko doesn’t do anything else dumb.” Comes a voice from behind him, and Sokka’s brows furrowed in confusion, who was this? And why were they trying to kill him? More importantly, how did they know Prince Zuko, the guy who had been chasing them since Aang had come out of that iceberg. Questions ran rampant through his mind, and he nearly forgot that his life was being threatened.

That was a luxury he couldn’t afford at the moment.

Though he couldn’t see the person behind him, he could see Katara grimace at her demand, anyone associated with Prince Zuko likely had a similar end goal, to capture the Avatar. This wasn’t something they could allow, and Sokka recognized this as Katara asked, “why should we trust you?” Katara’s eyes soon met Sokka’s and he knew that no matter what he said, she would give into the girl’s demands for his safety. Sokka mentally scolded himself for failing to prevent this situation.

The girl behind him scoffed, “unlike my dear cousin,” Sokka couldn’t help the shock that flooded him, cousin? As in Zuko is this girl’s cousin? Or did she mean someone else? He was kidding himself, there was no one else it could be. “I like banishment, it’s like a fun little vacation. I could care less about the Avatar.” The knife draws in closer to Sokka’s neck, nearly drawing blood, likely expressing the fact that she could care less if Katara believed her. Though Sokka doubted she didn’t care about the Avatar, he was one of the most important people in the world.

But Sokka would likely die if she didn’t agree, or at least end up fatally injured. No matter how far Katara had come with her Waterbending, she hadn’t perfected it yet, and healing was only so effective. Sokka sincerely doubted she could beat the speed of this girl and her weapon considering the fact that she’d gotten the jump on them the first time around. Death wasn’t something he wanted, but anyone who knew Zuko couldn’t be trusted, much less someone who shared his blood. If he turned out... like that, Sokka didn’t want to imagine how this stranger ended up.

“Don’t try anything.” Katara warned, eyeing the girl wearily. Though it was an empty threat for the most part, in the air, there was little Katara could do against a foe. Though three, well two if you exclude the princess, against one seemed like favorable odds, this girl seemed talented in combat, even without bending.

She released Sokka, and he turned to see her beaming up at Katara, “happy to be doing business with ya.” Turning to Sokka, she looked him up and down, sizing him up before speaking, “be a gentleman and help me up?” Yeah, she was crazy. The pretty ones are always crazy. That, and she was Zuko’s cousin, it made sense. Though Sokka was fairly sure that she was joking, you could never be too sure.

“Who even are you?!” He exclaimed, exasperated and preparing to whip out his boomerang as he glared at her. He didn’t recognize her, but she’d likely been traveling with Zuko for quite some time now if they were related.

She just shrugged, “you can call me Y/N.” She got onto Appa with ease, Katara on guard a she eyed her, eyes piercing into her soul, Y/N raised a brow upon noticing this, “calm down. I wouldn’t have killed him.”

Katara inhaled deeply, trying to maintain patience as Sokka got into the saddle, “yip, yip.”

Y/N wasn’t really shocked when it turned out Azula was after them. Of course good old Uncle Ozai sent his most valuable asset to bring them back. Though some good at come of it, Zuko cut his ponytail, something Y/N had taken pleasure in bullying him over. Now they were on the run, in the very city that her father had tried to run to the ground all those years ago.

Irony at its finest.

Tugging at the sleeves of her Earth Kingdom garments, Y/N sighed, walking through the streets of the city. She didn’t know where she was if she was honest, and standing in the beautiful plaza, Y/N wondered if maybe, it would be better if she never returned back to that horrid apartment. Her father was starting over, getting them all jobs at a tea shop, even Zuko had tried to move on, going out on a date with a girl.

The Earth Kingdom was an odd place, but here, no one knew who she was. It wouldn’t be difficult to restart, alone. Without the expectations she’d been raised with. Fists balling up, Y/N exhaled slowly, turning a corner. There wasn’t graffiti in this part of the city, she realized, staring at the walls. Though there was an odd poster, squinting at it, she moved closer. It was a poorly drawn image of-

A Sky Bison. The same one she’d ridden on back during the Siege of the North, not that any others existed, the Sky Bison were a dying breed. Which could only mean one thing, the Avatar was in Ba Sing Se.

"Have you seen him?” She heard from behind her. Y/N recognized the voice, it belonged to the boy she’d held at knife point, “the drawing isn’t my best but-”

Turning around she spoke rapidly, “don’t freak out.” This was a problem.

Y/N liked to think she was the least threatening of the Royal Family, aside from her father that is. Though they could both be lethal in their own ways, neither demonstrated the true extents of their power unless it was truly necessary. Maybe that’s why Y/N hoped that the boy, Sokka, she believed his name was, wouldn’t freak out.

Of course, he did. Dropping the posters in his hand, he opened his mouth, likely to scream, only for Y/N to practically tackle him. She slammed his body against the wall, covering his mouth with her hand as she glared at him. Sokka let out a grunt of surprise, immediately beginning to struggle in her hold, “calm down! I don’t have a knife this time around.” Y/N cried out, her voice a hushed whisper. Of course, what she said was a lie, she always had at least three weapons on her. Upon entering the city, she’d knocked that number down to only two weapons, much to her dismay and Iroh’s relief.

She felt him lick her hand, and she quickly removed her hand in disgust, while keeping the other planted on his shoulder, they both exclaimed, “what the hell!”

Sokka’s eyes narrowed at her, “look. I don’t wanna cause a scene, so I’m just gonna go-” He sighed when her hand remained on his shoulder, firmly holding him against the wall as he tried to move away only to be pushed back into the wall. “Or not.”

“Look, you cannot go back to your little group and tell them that I’m here.” Y/N tried to choose her words carefully, if she didn’t need to, she didn’t want to suggest that her father and Zuko were also in the city. “I’m trying to have a permanent vacation, away from the Fire Nation and my crazy family, in Ba Sing Se.” She explained, slowly removing her hand from his shoulder, “think you can respect that?”

He looked at her wearily, during their last interaction, she’d made no attempts to actually injure them. And when she had the Avatar right in front of her, unlike Zuko, she hadn’t tried to kidnap him. Y/N had been honest last time, and chances were, she was being honest now. That didn’t make him feel any better about trusting her though.

“How do I know you won’t follow me and kill me in my sleep?”

Y/N looked at him incredulously, “is that a joke?” She’d considered that too though, the possibility that he’d follow her back to her shared apartment and alert his friends of their location. Y/N refused to be the reason that they lost their new lives in Ba Sing Se, and had already decided to check into an inn for the night.

Raising a brow at her, Sokka gestured for her to give him an answer, and Y/N stared at him momentarily, “well. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?” Y/N retorted.

Sokka rolled his eyes at her, “I’m a good person.” Came his response.

“Debatable.”

Sokka stared at her in disbelief, “I’m trying to save the world here!” He exclaimed, and Y/N wasn’t shocked by his response, her goal had been to fluster him and she had.

Tilting her head at him, Y/N replied, “sure.” Stretching her arms upwards, she waves to him, “don’t tell your friends I was here, and we’re good.” She began to walk further into the alley, towards the other side, “see you around.” If he was here, his friends were probably around the area as well, meaning she had to leave.

His mouth gaped open and he stared at her figure as she stalked off, pausing momentarily before groaning and running after her, ending up at her side. “What do you mean, sure?” Sokka asked, confusion laced in his tone.

Y/N raised a brow at him. “What are you doing?” She wanted to laugh at his reaction, though he was now following her liked a lovesick puppy, which could prove problematic.

Crossing his arms he responded, “making sure you don’t do anything bad.” Sokka eyed her suspiciously, “because I am a good person.” He asserted.

“And I’m a bad person?”

She already knew he was going to say, ‘yes, yes you are.’ After all, she was from the Fire Nation, and Y/N had no doubt she’d done terrible things in her life, especially when she’d fallen into a dark place and taken on... less than favorable coping mechanisms.

And he’s silent for a moment, leaving Y/N to wonder if he suddenly cares about the feelings of the enemy. Only for him to say, “in my experience... good people can do bad things.”

That wasn’t what she expected. Y/N found herself stunned, speechless as she looked to Sokka, though he simply continued to walk alongside her nonchalantly. Quickly collecting herself, she looks away from him and to the nearby food stand, “that didn’t answer my question.” And as Sokka opened his mouth to likely continue his statement, Y/N realized she didn’t want to know the answer as she spoke, “you want food? I want food. Let’s get food.”

Sighing, Sokka followed her, “as long as you don’t poison me.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, looking back at him, “do you-” A small laugh escaped her, “do you think I just carry around poison?”

Sokka didn’t know why he swelled with pride when he made her laugh, “in case you run into your enemies, absolutely.” It was probably because she was the enemy, and it took real talent to make someone who hated you laugh.

“How often do you think I run into my enemies and invite them to get food with me?” She asked, picking up a few things from the stand, before heading over to pay.

Frowning, Sokka watches her pay, “I thought we were bonding over,” he paused to take a meat bun from her and shove it into her face dramatically, “meat! Yet, I’m still your enemy.”

Y/N simply shrugged, “this is a one time thing.”

It was not a one time thing.

Sokka found himself ‘coincidentally’ running into Y/N, more and more often. She’d be walking through the streets of the upper ring about once a week, though she had started walking through the streets of the inner ring of Ba Sing Se far more frequently than normal in recent weeks. He’d been meaning to ask her why, maybe she’d also grown accustomed to their meetings and started to come around more. During their meetups they’d talk, about things other than the war, which was a conversation difficult to come by with the others. Though he cared for his friends, talking to Y/N felt different, a good different. She wasn’t overbearing like Katara, or mean like Toph, but she also wasn’t as passive as Aang.

It was odd. Knowing someone who had once held a knife to your neck in a more friendly way. Though, if Sokka was honest, he didn’t trust her, and she likely didn’t trust him either. They’d both taken precautions due to the mistrust between them, not that be blamed her. At the end of the day, they were still on opposing sides, kind of. Y/N had never seemed to care about finding the Avatar, but she was certainly loyal to her family above all else.

She’d demonstrated that in the Northern Water Tribe.

Sokka was the same, if he had saw an inkling of betrayal as a possibility, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell the others. Their safety was his priority at the end of the day, and Y/N didn’t owe him anything, just like he didn’t owe her anything. Maybe that was the beauty of it all. But for now, everything remained peaceful, calming, and simple.

Of course, all good things must come to an end.

Katara had oddly disappeared after Aang arrived with news of his vision. And then, as though things couldn’t get any weirder, Iroh arrived, Y/N’s apparent Father Iroh. Toph seemed to know him well, which certainly came as a shock to Sokka and Aang. “I need your help, Prince Zuko has been captured.” He explained, opening his mouth to continue only for Sokka to interrupt. He couldn’t help it when his brows furrowed in both confusion and frustration, Y/N had never suggested that the rest of her family was here.

“Are you crazy? You guys were trying to capture Aang not to long ago!” Sokka pointed out, throwing his arms outwards, “why not get Y/N to help?” She was certainly capable of raiding the palace and retrieving her cousin.

At this comment, Iroh’s face darkened, “we were separated in the palace. I’m unsure if they managed to capture her or if she escaped.” Oh. So that’s what he was going to say.

Sokka couldn’t help it when his face dropped, looking to Iroh he exclaimed, “well- why didn’t you lead with that!” Pushing past Aang who had been prepared to start giving a speech on why they should assist Iroh, only for his mouth to gape open as Sokka headed for the door.

“Why are you so eager?” Toph asked as they began to follow him out the door.

He faltered, quickly trying to think up a good excuse as he replied, “no reason.”

Toph’s frowned, “I can tell when you’re lying Sokka.” She reminded him.

“We can discuss this later!” He exclaimed, flustered. “Let’s go.”

Y/N had contemplated killing Zuko before.

It had never really been serious, as far as she would’ve gone was maybe injuring him badly enough that she got her point across. But at the end of the day, she protected Zuko to the best of her ability, and tried to keep his mind from being poisoned by the Fire Nation ideals that she’d once lived by unquestionably.

Now she actually wanted him dead. He stood alongside Azula, who had offered Y/N her spot in her little gang hours ago, though she’d rejected the offer much to Azula’s chagrin. But she seemed sure that Y/N would accept some time soon. Perhaps it was because Zuko had betrayed her father and left him to the Dai Li.

He had betrayed her father, the man who had practically raised both of them.

Y/N had a violent past, she wouldn’t deny, and she liked to think that she was past all that. But looking at the situation ahead of them, watching the Waterbender, Sokka’s sister, Katara, cry over the body of the Avatar, she realized that maybe violence was the answer. Just this once.

So, when she hopped in front of them, she had a plan. A violent one.

“Pull yourself together.” She snapped at Katara, who looked up at her, bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down her confused face, “he’s getting out of here alive. But first, I need you to soak them.” Y/N gestured towards the troops coming towards them, Zuko and Azula accompanying them. Katara opened her mouth, and Y/N didn’t care what she was going to say as she ordered, “now!”

Katara’s brows drew together as she released the Avatar’s head onto her lap, raising her hands to use the waterfall behind them to successfully drench the soldiers, who groaned at the discomfort but pausing temporarily before they continued towards them. “What did you think that would accomplish? What a pitiful-” Azula’s taunts were paused when she watched as Y/N drew her hands together, inhaling deeply, and Azula stopped her movement. “That’s not possible.”

Suddenly, lightning was between Y/N’s fingertips, and she extended her hand into the large puddle of water that Katara had created. Y/N had learnt to bend lightning soon after she’d mastered Firebending, from her father, he’d insisted that she only use it when necessary, so she kept her ability to herself. This was necessary, she decided, hand touching the water and sending a shock throughout everyone with it, successfully putting all of the soldiers out of commission.

Unfortunately, Azula recognized the signs of lightning bending, and withdrew alongside Zuko, and the two were now coming to attack from above at a rapid rate. Y/N whipped her head around to see Katara, mouth gaped open at all the fallen soldiers. “You two need to leave, I’ll hold them off.” She began to move to create another strike of lightning

“No.” Called out another voice, and Y/N whipped her head over to see it was her father, Dai Li agents likely nearby as he moved in front of Y/N. “You all need to leave. Take Y/N with you, she will help the Avatar reach his destiny.” Y/N wanted to laugh at that, how could he be so sure? If the boy did die, then this would all be for nothing

Y/N scoffed, “are you crazy?” She moved closer to her father, “unlike Zuko, I’m not leaving you.” She exclaimed, exasperated.

Iroh simply smiled at her as he said, “I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

Sokka knew he seemed dumb. He knew how others perceived him, as the ‘extra’ member of Team Avatar, the useless one, because he lacked bending. At the end of the day, Sokka was the brains of their operations, he was observant, and this helped him develop plans that most people would never even consider.

Not that anyone else knew, but Sokka was the only one that had actually interacted with Y/N prior to what happened in Ba Sing Se. Sure, they’d all met once or twice in the past, but Sokka had a knife to his throat then, so Y/N probably didn’t seem that appealing to the others. And he doubted they understood how odd it was that she was so... apathetic. Normally she’d tease, and joke alongside him but now?

It was odd, and nobody else could notice the shift in her personality but him, and he was concerned. Y/N had lost her father, and been betrayed by her cousin, and she had yet to talk about it, at all. Sokka liked to think that they were close enough to discuss such things, and he’d tried to get some sort of emotion out of her, the key word being tried.

Despite her apathetic personality, the others had warmed up to her for the most part. Apparently Toph had met Y/N in the past, during the time she’d run off and encountered Iroh. So, the two got acquainted fairly fast, Aang was happy to have a Firebender, and insisted that once he was back to full strength, and they’d found a better place for practice, he’d learn Firebending from her. Y/N had agreed but it was clear Aang wasn’t as excited as he was acting, Sokka figured he still associated the time he hurt Katara with Firebending.

Katara had been far less weary of Y/N than Sokka had expected, but given what Katara had told him when she’d first joined, that made sense. Y/N was a powerful Firebender who had betrayed her entire nation to help save Aang’s life, and though Katara didn’t approve of everything she’d done in the past, she tolerated her. Which was better than nothing in Sokka’s book.

They were currently camped out in the woods beside a Fire Nation town, everyone had scattered to prepare for the few nights they’d likely stay in the area. Katara had gone to the town with Toph and Aang, in search of supplies and food, while Sokka and Y/N set up the camp and collected wood to help start a fire. Y/N had insisted that she could maintain the fire without any wood, but Sokka viewed this as an excuse to get her alone and force her to discuss her feelings.

“So...” Sokka mumbled, looking to her as she leaned down to pick up another piece of wood, “lovely weather we’re having.”

Y/N turned to him, raising a brow before nodding, “yeah.” It was clear she wasn’t entirely paying attention the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth as he tried to get her to listen to him.

Sokka grabbed another piece of wood, “how have you been?”

Tilting her head at him in confusion, Y/N brought another piece of wood into her arms, “fine.” Looking up at the dimming sky she frowned, “we should start heading back to that spot we’d found earlier.” Y/N turned to begin walking, and Sokka struggled to match her pace.

His brows furrowed in frustration as he stared at her, the light of the falling sun filtering in between the trees and onto them. Y/N seemed to glow as she maneuvered between the trees, “how have you been sleeping?” Even Sokka sounded confused at the question he asked, but he didn’t know how to broach the topic with Y/N.

She simply paused her movement, turning to him, he stumbled slightly due to the abrupt stop, and met her eyes. “Just ask what you wanna ask, Sokka. Stop dancing around whatever it is.” Y/N sounded tired, looking to him expectantly as she awaited his question. Sokka scolded himself for being so obvious that she’d noticed something was up.

He sighed, “are you okay?” And she opened her mouth to respond but he continued, “actually? You can say that you are okay, and not mean it. Y/N you lost your dad and were betrayed by your cousin, and you-” Sokka grimaced as he met her eyes, “you haven’t been the same since you joined us.”

Y/N is silent for a moment, then her eyes were piercing into his, “how would you know that I haven’t been the same?” She asked, turning away to continue walking back to the chosen campsite, “it’s not like you know me.” His statement had set her off it appeared, but her response had easily done the same for him.

“Are you serious? Not like I know you?” He scoffed, jogging to catch up with her, “I know that you do whatever it takes to protect the people you care about. I know that you really like Earth Kingdom food because most of the food within the Fire Nation is on the spicier side.” Y/N didn’t seem to be listening, and the camp was in sight, but Sokka continued, “I know that you get really cold easily unless you regulate your body temperature with your Firebending. And I know that you can’t pick a favorite color because you are very indecisive.”

Aggressively, Y/N dropped the sticks into the center of the campsite as they arrived, turning to him, “you can stop now.” Her voice was almost taunting as she spoke, sarcastic in a way.

Sokka simply followed suit, placing the firewood in the center and facing her head on, “and most importantly, I know what it’s like to lose someone.” He takes her hand, and Y/N practically growls at the contact, attempting to yank her hand out of his grasp, she ends up pulling him closer towards her. Sokka clumsily topples onto her, knocking the both of them down into the dirt with a grunt. His forearms preventing him from crushing Y/N under his body weight as he held himself up, his eyes meet hers.

Y/N finds herself glaring daggers at him, while Sokka finishes his little speech with, “you don’t have to deal with this alone.”

And in that moment, he looks at her, really looks at her. And she’s really pretty.

Y/N opens her mouth to say something to him, only for someone else to begin speaking, “are we interrupting something?” Toph. Looking up, Sokka sees the others as well, Aang looks rather smug as he wiggles his eyebrows at Sokka, and Katara gives him a pointed look, likely disappointed that he’d fraternizing with the former enemy. He can’t help it when he feels his cheeks warm, and before he can move to get off Y/N, she’s launched him off of her, and he’s flat on his back on the ground. Toph laughs at the actions, bending a seat of earth for herself and the others before falling backwards into it, the girl seems to wish she had popcorn as she watched the moment unfold.

“No.” Y/N mumbles, bringing herself to her feet and dusting herself off. “I’ll be in my tent if you need me.” She retreats into one of the tents they’d set up earlier, and Sokka groans as he lets his head fall backwards into the ground and runs his hands over his face.

When he removes them, Aang is standing over him, along with Toph, while Katara organizes the firewood. “So... did we interrupt something?” Toph asked.

Sokka just sighs, his plan failed. This time at least. Next time, his goal would be to make her laugh, to make her smile. At least she had expressed some emotion, anger was better than nothing.

Anger seemed to turn to annoyance, since Y/N doesn’t leave her tent until nightfall and Sokka can’t help but wonder what was entertaining enough to keep her in there for all that time. When she does exit, she uses her Firebending to light a fire, and uses the firewood they’d collected earlier to ensure it stays alight. The rest of the group was seated around the center of the campsite, and Sokka wonders if she’s going to go back to her tent when she realizes the only open seat is next to him.

She doesn’t return to her tent though and he’s grateful. Though she sits as far as possible from him on the bench that Toph had created, half-heartedly listening to the things that the others are saying. Y/N can feel herself getting cold and can’t help the resent that bubbles up in her chest as she recalls what Sokka send earlier. Exhaling deeply, a puff of blue fire escapes her mouth and Y/N feels nauseous at the small reminder of Azula.

This catches Sokka’s attention, though the others are too enraptured in the story Aang was telling, Sokka turned to her, “cold?” He asked, leaning to the side to grab a blanket from his small pack, he offers it to her.

Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to regulate her temperature when she fell asleep, but accepting the blanket from Sokka felt like... it felt like accepting him and everything he had said about her. So, when she doesn’t take the blanket from his hands, Sokka sighs, moving to put it back, only for Y/N to snatch the blanket from his hand and wrap it around herself begrudgingly.

This was her way of apologizing, moving closer to Sokka on the small bench she huffed as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and turned her attention to Aang. She’d been mean, she wouldn’t deny, but what was she supposed to say? Exhaling deeply, Y/N closes her eyes temporarily, allowing drowsiness to consume her for a moment, before looking back to Aang.

It isn’t until Sokka feels a weight fall onto his shoulder midway through his own story that he realizes Y/N has fallen asleep, his mouth gaping open in shock as he pauses his words. He quickly shakes off the shock, cheeks warming as he turns back to the rest of the group, who all regard him curiously. Aang once again wiggles his eyebrows and Sokka ignores the action, continuing his story. Though he’s more weary of his vivid hand movements in fear of awakening Y/N, and noticeably quiets his voice. Sokka finds himself wishing he was Y/N as he listens to Katara’s Water Tribe horror story intently, after all, this is the most peaceful he’s ever seen her.

It doesn’t last long, because she’s soon startled awake, hand going to her side where she keeps her dagger as she and Toph speak simultaneously, “someone’s coming.”

As an old woman emerges from the shadows, Sokka practically holds Y/N down to keep her from lunging at her and attacking as the woman speaks. And of course, Y/N’s distaste for the woman doesn’t stop there, even when she invites them into her home, though Sokka doesn’t blame her. She’s a suspicious woman.

It’s not until he and Aang are attacking each other that Sokka regrets preventing Y/N from attacking the old woman when she had the chance. Katara is struggling to move, and Sokka can only hope that Toph and Y/N return from the cave soon as he yelps upon nearly making contact with Aang, the old woman laughing cynically. Sokka watches as she shifts, hand outstretching behind her, “don’t think I forgot you little Firebender.”

His eyes widen in both shock and fear as Y/N’s body is suddenly thrown onto the ground in front of him. Her body rising almost mechanically, back to a stand, Sokka realizes there’s lightning at her fingertips, the woman manipulating her body to aim for Sokka. “A shame you’ll be the woman to end your friend’s life isn’t it,” She’s making eye contact with Katara who is crying out and begging for her to stop.

Sokka can see the panic in Y/N’s eyes as the her hands aim towards him, “Y/N. It’s okay.” He calls out her, in an attempt at assurance that he doubts does much to soothe her. “It’s okay.” He repeats, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepares for the lightning to hit him. Except it never does, instead, it goes upwards into the sky as Y/N cries out in pain, having moved her body despite the woman blending her blood.

She had overpowered Hama’s bloodbending, something that clearly came as a shock to the old woman as Y/N turned around sluggishly, staring at the shocked old woman as blue fire left her mouth once more, chest heaving. Sokka could feel the weight on his bones slowly disappear, leaving behind an ache, the woman likely intended to focus her abilities onto Y/N, who was struggling to walk towards her.

“Scared?” Y/N asked, looking up at the woman, “you should be.”

The next time that Team Avatar feared Y/N. She was face to face with Zuko.

He’d approached them as they sat in the Air Temple. And Y/N had practically jumped out of her seat, preparing for a fight as lightning seemed to dance at her fingertips. Though Sokka knew better than to allow her to attack her cousin, and grabbed her arm. “Can you guys handle this?” He asks the others, maintaining eye contact with Y/N. The others looked to them understanding what would likely occur if Y/N was allowed to be involved.

Zuko wouldn’t walk away from that fight.

“We got this Sokka.” Katara assured, pure hate in her eyes as she stared Zuko down, and Sokka couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he should remove both of them from the situation.

Sokka’s hand found Y/N’s, and it was almost burning hot, a sparks seeming to fly between them, he pulls at her hand. Y/N hesitantly allows him to drag her away, though she turns back momentarily to meet Zuko’s eyes. “I’ll kill you later, cousin.” She promises, and her voice is scarily calm. “For my father.” The condescending tone in her voice and the wince Zuko has in response is enough for Sokka to know that her intent was to hurt him emotionally if she couldn’t do it physically, and it was clear she had been successful.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N closes her eyes temporarily as Sokka brings her into one of many abandoned rooms in the temple, sitting her down onto a bed before kneeling down in front of her. “Are you good?” He asks.

“That’s a stupid question.” Comes her response.

Sokka tilts his head at her, giving her a smile, “well I’m a stupid guy.”

He’s rubbing gentle circles in her hand as she shakes her head, a small laugh escaping her, “no you’re not.” Her voice cracks and she cringes at the sound so she clears her throat, staring at the wall beside her. Sokka can’t help the way his heart swells at this comment, because for once he doesn’t feel like the comic relief, he doesn’t feel like the side character. Though he appreciates the rest of Team Avatar and loves them all dearly, at times, they didn’t take him seriously.

Y/N makes him feel important. Though he doesn’t say this as he looks at her, clearly shaken by Zuko’s sudden appearance, she speaks once more, “are you sure I can’t kill him?”

This time Sokka laughs, shaking his head, “I’m sure Katara would love to help you with that, but I doubt Aang would approve.”

Y/N nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath as a tear escaped her, though she quickly wiped it away and looks to the ground. “You wanna sit with me?” She asks, patting the spot on the bed beside her.

“Sure.” He replies softly, moving to sit on the bed with her. One he’s situated, Y/N leans her head onto his shoulder, and Sokka finds his hand wrapping around her waist. And they sit like this for several moments.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N removes her head from his shoulder and looks to him, “thank you.”

Sokka raises a brow, “for what?”

“Being here.” She replies, bringing her hand to move a hair from his face, Sokka watches her actions intently and in awe. “With me.” Her hand remains on his face for longer than necessary, and when she moves to let it fall back into her lap, Sokka’s hand cups hers.

They’re both silent when Sokka’s hand releases hers, and his other hand leaves her waist, both coming to her face. The look in his eyes tells her enough, and she nods to him.

The kiss felt like the first breath of fresh air in a while. Maybe it’s because it had been long overdue, but as Y/N brought her hands to his arms to pull him closer, she felt her head empty of all thoughts.

He pulls away momentarily, their foreheads resting against each others, he can see her eyes are shut, lashes pressed against her cheeks. “I hope,” Sokka pauses, and her eyes flutter open to look at him, he can feel his cheek warm as he continues, “I hope I can always be here, with you.” It’s a confession in its own way, and Sokka understands the weight of his words as he watches her reaction.

She opens her mouth, likely to reply, be closes it quickly, and Sokka can’t help the panic that floods him. Though this is quickly replaced by the feeling of her lips on his as her hand collides with his chest and pushes him down on the bed, earning a grunt from him.

“Guys, Zuko is gone-” Y/N throws herself onto the floor as she rolls off Sokka, and he sits up immediately. “Am I interrupting something now?” Aang asked, giving Sokka a look.

Y/N clears her throat, “no.” Sokka couldn’t help it when his brows drew together at this comment, bringing a hand to his temple as he sighed, and Y/N stood, dusting off her thighs as she mumbled, “see you guys later.”

She started avoiding him after that.

When Zuko joined the group, she’s also made a point to avoid him no matter how hard he tried to apologize to her. And of course, when Sokka first showed him to his room they had a... chat. To put it simply, Sokka had threatened him.

Just a little.

“So yeah, here it is, your room.” Gesturing to the room, Sokka gave Zuko a tight lipped smile, watching him wearily.

Zuko’s back was to him as he placed his stuff down, “thank you.” He said, expecting that to be the end of it, upon hearing the door close he assumed Sokka had left.

When he turned around, Sokka was still very much there. “Let’s have a chat, Prince Zuko.” It didn’t go unnoticed by Sokka how the boy grimaced at the use of his title, though that didn’t stop him from moving forward and placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder a little too tightly. “Y/N does not want to speak with you.”

“I know,” Came his reply. “Thank you for keeping her from... killing me. The other day. I intend to apologize-”

A small laugh escaped Sokka, “next time. I won’t stop her.” This was for multiple reasons, one of which being that Y/N was avoiding him, and the other being that he wished to respect her and her feeling about Zuko. “And you need to respect her wishes. One of those wishes being, avoiding you. Until she approaches you, leave her be.”

Zuko’s brows furrowed at this comment, “she’s my cousin. You can’t expect-”

“Leave. Her. Be.”

Zuko became silent, nodding slowly as he looked to Sokka curiously.

And now, to avoid some of his problems and solve some of them, Sokka ended up running away in a hot air balloon with the person he related to the most at the moment, and the person he threatened rather recently. Zuko. Both of them were being avoided by someone important in their lives, and they both had slightly crazy younger sisters. Though their conversations were certainly... odd.

“My first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

Zuko looked at him for a moment before saying, “that’s rough, buddy.” There was silence after this, a temporary lapse in conversation that Zuko seemed determined to fill. “So...” Zuko mumbled. “You and my cousin huh.”

It wasn’t a question, Sokka realized this, but he disregarded it as he responded, “what about us?” Playing dumb would hopefully get him to drop the subject.

Zuko raised his brows at Sokka, “us?”

Scolding himself, Sokka realized he’d unintentionally dug a deeper hole for himself when he said this as he tried to avoid Zuko’s gaze. “Not really.” Sokka replied, “she’s avoiding me too.”

Nodding, Zuko gave him a tight lipped smile, “what did you do?”

“I wish I knew.” Sokka could only make assumptions about why Y/N had begun to avoid him, but at the end of the day was confused over it.

He really needed to talk to her.

As the day of Sozin’s Comet drew closer, Sokka had started trying to talk to Y/N more and more, she’d keep basic conversation but whenever he tried to address... the kiss, Y/N would shut down the conversation. And now, it was the day of Sozin’s Comet, and they established that Zuko and Katara would take on Azula, Aang would take on Ozai, and the rest of them would go after the army that was heading for the Earth Kingdom.

It seemed that Sokka intended to try to speak with her once more as he approached her while she strapped a dagger to her thigh. “We need to talk.” He said, plopping down onto a rock beside her.

“About battle strategy?” She asked, looking to him, “I had some ideas.”

Play dumb, play dumb, play dumb.

Sokka’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “about the kiss, Y/N.” Y/N tried to hide her shock at his forwardness, he’d never been this blunt before, during his previous attempts to discuss this with her. Turning to him, she prepared to speak but he silenced her, “you’re going to listen this time.” Grimacing, he looked away, towards the horizon. “I don’t know what’s going to happen today. And if something goes wrong, I need you to know-”

“Nothing is going wrong.” Y/N stated firmly. “Nothing. So, we can have this conversation after.”

Sokka sat up from his place on the rock, moving in front of her, “there’s no way to guarantee that Y/N.”

Squeezing her eyes shot, Y/N took a deep breath, “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you guys.” She promised, “and I swear we can talk about this after.” She grabs onto his hands, holding them in hers as she looks away. Y/N knew why she was avoiding it. He was right, it was totally possible for one of them to die, and a relationship in the midst of a war was the worst possible idea. After would be better, or at least that’s what she’d told herself.

The pleading look in his eyes almost burns through her resolve as he asks, “will we?” It almost hurts that he doesn’t believe her, but Y/N can’t blame him.

“We need to go.” Her voice was almost a whisper as she releases his hands. Even if she wanted to continue discussing the subject, they needed to begin the battle soon.

Sokka frowned though, “if you don’t want this, just tell me and I’ll-” He sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. “I’ll stop bothering you.”

Y/n began to shake her head, “you are never a bother to me I just-” Sighing, she looked into his eyes, “I want this. I do, I’m just scared, and we’re in the middle of a war Sokka!” She exclaimed, the words spilling out of her mouth before she can stop them.

“You think I don’t know that?” Sokka cried out, exasperated. “Y/N I’m so scared that something is going to go wrong, and I’ll never get to tell you that I-”

“Don’t say it.” She interrupts, fear in her veins as she watches him.

So, he didn’t.

If she didn’t feel like she had something to come back to, maybe that would make it easier. Sacrifices would have to be made to reach victory, and Y/N wouldn’t hesitate to be the one to make them if it meant the others survived. They deserved to see the new world, the world of peace, prosperity, and freedom, the one that came after all this.

Y/N could feel the power flooding her as the comet drew closer, pure and raw power. Though this accompanied by her skill would likely help her in the upcoming battle, dozens of Firebenders with half her skill and the power of the comet was something she was definitely worried about. Overpowering them all was unlikely, and in the best case scenario, Y/N could slow them down. But she wasn’t a fool. In war, there were always casualties, and she was prepared to become one of many.

Then there were the thoughts in the back of her mind. Though nobody had discussed it, the throne could potentially go to her after all this, and that wasn’t really something Y/n was looking forward to debating. Perhaps it was selfish, but Y/N didn’t really care. Was it wrong of her to dream of escaping the shackles that bound her to the Fire Nation since birth, to leave behind the politics and the lies and the pain of it all?

Maybe.

Sokka knew Y/N had a lot going on in her mind right now. And he knew she was scared of what was to come, and no matter how much it hurt him, he respected her wishes to wait until this battle was over to discuss whatever it was between them. He knew where he stood. But now that Suki had left them, he found himself beginning to regret it. On the top of the Air Balloon, Toph was practically blind, and Sokka could do little in terms of long distance, aside from his boomerang. Which left Y/N to do her best to defend them from the Firebenders that had begun to swarm them.

“Go!” She cried out, knocking one of the Firebenders off the balloon. “Take out the rest of the fleet.” Y/N dodged the oncoming flames, intercepting them with her own to prevent the others from getting burned.

But Sokka wasn’t going to let anyone die today. “You still owe me a conversation,” came his response, looking down at the bridges on the Air Balloon. “Jump!” Sokka cried out as another ball of fire rushed towards them, he took Toph by the hand and hoped that Y/N followed.

Thankfully, she did, he took notice of her as he fell towards the bridges extending from the giant hot air balloon. They were all screaming as they fell, and Y/N grunted in pain as she hit Sokka, tumbling over him and off the edge, yelping as her hands grasped the bridge, with little leverage. Toph similarly went over the side, her screams filling Sokka ears as Y/N released one of her hands from the bridge and caught Toph’s wrist.

Panic flooded Sokka as he scrambled to the edge of the bridge, Y/N’s hand slipping, “Sokka! Hurry up-” Another scream rips out of her as she loses her grip on the edge.

Nearly falling as he grabbed her hand, his chest heaved. “It’s gonna be okay.” He promised, looking into Y/N’s panicked eyes. “It’s gonna be fine Toph!” He cried out to her.

“Yeah, right!” She called out into the wind, the fear evident in her voice despite the sarcastic nature of the comment. “Y/N I don’t wanna die.”

Y/N almost can’t hear her, too focused on maintaining her grip on both Sokka and Toph’s hands. She exhales slowly, eyes falling on the soldiers that are beginning to make their way down to them as she replied, “you’re gonna be fine, I promise. I’m gonna get you to Sokka, okay?”

Sokka was internally panicking, he wouldn’t be able to fight back against the incoming soldiers if both his hands were occupied, but his grip was faltering and he couldn’t pull them both up. Grimacing as he looked down at the two, he nodded in agreement to Y/N signaling that he was ready. It made sense in his mind, she would be able to use her free hand to Firebend, which was far more useful than anything he could provide at the moment.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N looks to Toph, “Toph, I need you to climb up my body, and grab Sokka’s free hand, okay?”

Toph’s death grip on her hand seems to grow stronger, tears brimming her eyes, “I- I don’t think I can.”

Y/N shakes her head at these words, “yes, yes you can. Bring your legs up to grab my lower body, and then make your way up, okay? Like a tree.”

Toph shook her head rapidly, “I’ve never climbed a tree!”

Sokka couldn’t help but grow impatient as he exclaimed, “there are soldiers coming, Toph please!” His hand was growing sweaty as he used his free hand to throw his sword at one of the oncoming soldiers, effectively knocking him down.

Y/N felt her arm swing slightly, and watched as Toph blindly extended her legs, finally managing to wrap them around her legs. She released Y/N’s hand and wrapped both arms around her lower body, slowly inching upwards until her legs were around Y/N’s waist and her arms were on her shoulders. “Good job, now reach up, as far as you can, and Sokka’s gonna grab your hand.” Y/n instructed using her free hand to pat the hand that Toph had wrapped around her.

Y/N could feel the young girl’s tears fall onto her shirt as she extended her hand upwards, Sokka’s freehand moving as far down as possible. The strain on Y/N’s body slowly becoming too much as tears leaked out of her eyes.

Maybe it would be better to just... let go.

She quickly shook off those thoughts, Toph, Toph, Toph, she couldn’t do anything brash until Toph was safe. Y/N watched as Sokka’s hand narrowly missed Toph’s. “Sokka, please.” Y/N whispered, looking to him with pleading eyes.

Maybe it was the desperation he heard in her voice that moment, or maybe it was pure luck, put his fingers grazed Toph’s and he latched on, extending his arm as far as possible and gripping her hand. “Now let go of me, and Sokka’s gonna pull you up, okay?” Y/N explained, looking to Sokka, his eyes meeting hers. Y/N quickly realized he couldn’t lift either of them up. Just like her, this was straining his muscles, and Sokka was struggling to keep both of them up.

“Sokka.” She said, demanding his attention, his eyes met hers, filled with fear as Toph relieved Y/N’s body of her weight and evened out the distribution on Sokka’s body. “You can’t fight back with both your hands taken.” More tears were streaming down her face as she spoke, “a-and... you can’t pull us both up.” Sokka was crying too now, shaking his head rapidly as Y/N simply pointed out the facts.

Toph’s grip on his hand tightened, “we’re all going to die.” There was resignation in her voice, and it hurt Y/N to hear it.

“We’ll figure it out. We are all going to be okay.” He stated firmly, a shaky breath leaving him as he made an attempt to pull them both upwards, a failed attempt.

Squeezing her eyes shut momentarily, Y/N allowed herself to imagine it, a life with Sokka and the rest of her friends. A life where they were all happy. Where everyone made it out of this war alive, and they helped bring balance to the world.

To give them that world, they had to end this war. And what was war without death?

Opening her eyes, she looked to Sokka, and he was panicked, noticing that far more soldiers had surrounded them and were preparing to mercilessly throw them off the balloon. “Sokka.” She repeated, and he looked to her with a tear streaked face.

“I love you.”

Everything seemed to slow as she spoke this words, and Y/N didn’t see the horror on his face for long as the grip of his hand faltered when she released it, he was screaming, crying, begging for her to stop. Toph clearly didn’t understand what was going on as she began to call out Y/N’s name in a panic.

And then she was falling.

It appeared there would be no after.

It felt peaceful, she decided. Falling. The stress on her body had dissipated and she caught one final glimpse of Sokka’s mortified face before going through the clouds. The comet was visible from where she was, the horizon, it was a beautiful way to die. But staring at the comet she realized she wanted to know what would come after, she realized that Toph was practically helpless and all Sokka had was a boomerang against dozens of Firebenders.

They would die. So, what was the point of her sacrifice? What was the point of her dying?

No, she wouldn’t be dying today.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N felt the power course through her veins, and she reminded herself that she was Y/N L/N, a force to be reckoned with. Nobody would forget that as fire tore through the soles of her shoes, and extended from her hands, propelling her upwards.

She was the daughter of the famed Dragon of the West. And she would take on his mantle, she decided, as she flew upwards and through the clouds.

She could see Sokka had managed to bring Toph upwards and onto the platform alongside him, and they were surrounded by Firebenders. It was clear that they’d seen her when their mouthes gaped open, and a few of the soldiers began to retreat, much to the chagrin of their commanding officer. Y/N found herself ceasing her Firebending and falling towards the platform, she landed in a roll and rose on one knee before opening her mouth and allowing fire to pour outwards.

The Firebenders fell off the bridges beside them one by one, and those who didn’t retreated back inside along with the others at the sight of the Air Balloon that Suki had evidently comandeered.

Closing her mouth, Y/N’s chest heaved, and she felt Toph tackle her from behind, “you’re alive!” She exclaimed, punching Y/N’s arm roughly, “idiot.” She dug her head into Y/N’s shirt.

“Yeah, I am an idiot.” Y/N replied breathlessly, holding the girl tightly.

When Toph finally released her, she gave her a smug look, “I’ll give you and him a minute.” Though this was partially an excuse to head back inside and into the safety of the balloon, maybe even attack some of the remaining Firebenders, it was also because Toph could read the room.

And there stood Sokka, mouth gaping open, tears streaming down his smiling face as he looked at her, before lunging towards her similar to how Toph had. Except his hands came to her cheeks as he brought their lips together, effectively knocking the two onto the ground of the platform, be pulled apart from her with a smile on his face, “I love you too.”

Yeah, after was looking pretty good right about now.

A/N: i hope you guys liked this SUPER LONG THING WOW, that was an accident. i was super close to like breaking everyones hearts and killing Y/N but then i felt bad so be grateful i was nice ksaljdlahfkj

anyways take care of yourselves!

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I’m With You (3/3)

series summary: When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love. pairing: bucky x reader warnings: super soft!bucky, allusions to PTSD/suicidal thoughts, some familiar faces 🌸series masterlist // series playlist 🌸

T H E G R A D U A T I O N

You lightly tapped on the edge of Bucky’s hotel room door with the toe of your shoe. Carrying two cups of steaming coffee in your hands and your bag tucked under your arm, your hands were completely full. He had texted you at nearly six-thirty in the morning and the vibration of your phone startled you into a panic in mirror with whatever was running through his mind as he all but begged you to meet at the hotel this morning instead of the venue, nearly two hours earlier than planned.

You could faintly hear him stumbling around from the other side of the door, a muffled thud quickly followed by a pained groan as he approached. A smile pushed at your cheeks as he started mumbling to himself, the knob of the door shaking as he tried to open it before remembering the deadbolt was still locked.

Bucky grunted and you chocked back a laugh, though it was quickly wiped from your face as the door swung open to reveal him standing in the frame; shirtless, hair disheveled and damp, bare chest panting and covered in sweat.

“Hey,” he muttered, stepping aside as you looked him down with wide eyes. “Thank God you’re here. I need your help.”

He didn’t seem bothered by his lack of clothing and you swallowed back the racing thumping in your chest, trying to relax your reaction before he could notice how flustered you were. Though, he wasn’t in the mindset to notice much of anything as he rushed around the room, throwing shirts out of the closet and onto the bed, which was already covered in stray clothes. Towels littered the floor from the shower he must have taken earlier and the bedsheets were thrown off the bed and onto the carpet.

Even despite the chaos, it was impossible not to notice the tight ripple of muscles he hid under his shirts. Perfectly sculped as if by God Himself only emphasized by the low hang of the caramel colored slacks around his waist, deep enough to see the V of his pelvis. You shuddered, looking away but your eyes caught onto his left arm.

You already knew about the scars, but seeing them in full almost made your heart give out. Faintly discolored mutilation in the tissue ran up the entirety of his arm, almost as if he’d dipped it in paint, ending at the bridge of his shoulder. It didn’t appear to be painful anymore, but he still kept it hidden under long sleeves. You wondered if he realized it was on display in front of you now.

“Bucky,” you called gently, setting the coffees down on the counter as he started to rake his hands through his hair, clearly panicking.

“I’m freaking out,” he blurted, pacing rapidly, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Okay,” you said calmly, nodding, “why don’t we--”

“Should I wear red?” Bucky asked, completely ignoring you or unable to even hear your attempt to calm him and as he gripped so tightly at his hair, you wondered if he might just pull it out. He stared down at the clothes on the bed like it was a life or death decision. “Red and Black are her school colors. Is that stupid? Maybe it’s too much.”

“Well, maybe you should--”

“I should wear blue! Blue is relaxing, right? It evokes a sense of calm. I read that in an article this morning. Maybe I should wear blue so Bec doesn’t start throwing shit at me the second she sees me.”

“Bucky, hold on a moment--”

“Or- or maybe I should just go with white? It’s simple. Sharp and--”

“Bucky!”

He froze suddenly, the trail of his thoughts dying on the edge of his lips, though he didn’t look in your direction.

You walked forward, slowly, enough not to startle him, and carefully pulled his hands away from the grip on his hair. He didn’t flinch as you touched him and you took it as a good sign, tenderly rubbing your thumb in circles over his wrist until he took notice of you. He softened then, eyes falling to you and letting out a long, steady breath. The tension faded from his muscles the longer he kept your gaze.

“Shit,” he sighed, dropping his stare to the floor and pulling away from you. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t-- I didn’t mean to drag you into my crazy and--”

“You let me drag you into mine, didn’t you?” you challenged, smiling sweetly at him.

He shook his head, unconvinced. “You weren’t completely losing it, Y/n. I can’t even—I can’t even pick out a damn shirt without overanalyzing it! What the hell is wrong with me? I can't face my own family without having a full mental breakdown!”

“I had a panic attack in the middle of my ex’s vows and spent ten minutes crying on your jacket,” you reminded him, gently running your hands up his arms and cupped at his face to draw his attention back to you. “Nothing is wrong with you, Bucky. You just need a little help, okay?”

He nodded slowly, grounding himself through your hands on his cheeks. He let out a deep breath as you pulled away, stepping back just enough to shuffle through the clothes on the bed. After some consideration, you pulled out a forest green button up with subtle white patterns along the fabric. It was light enough that he’d be able to wear it under Georgia heat, even with the long sleeves.

He must have noticed you trailing your hands along the fabric, only touching the ones with sleeves down to his wrist and he smiled softly, wondering how you’d picked up on that so fast.

“Here,” you said, handing him the shirt, “try this.”

Bucky slowly took the shirt from your hands, his fingertips grazing over yours and you shuddered at the feeling. He smiled nervously as he shrugged the shirt on, buttoning it down the middle. He held his arms out to the side, waiting for your opinion.

“It’s almost there but,” you stepped forward, gathering a bit of the fabric at the center by his waist as tucked it into the front of his jeans, tugging a bit on the sides so it flowed nicely, “there you go. Now you’re all set.”

Bucky nodded, checking himself out in the mirror as he stretched his neck to the side. You handed him a pair of brown wing tips and he slid them on his feet without question.

“I’m not sure how I functioned before this weekend,” Bucky chuckled and it was a relief to hear the anxiety drained a little from his voice. He stood up, pressing out a tight smile as he gently gripped your biceps. “Thank you, Y/n.”

You bit on your lip, eyes darting away as he finally took in the sight of you; dressed in a knee length navy dress that held tight to your chest down to the cinch of your waist, and flowed down in loose, breezy fabric with light brown buttons carrying up the center line.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” Bucky added, meeting your eye again with a sincerity that dared you to believe him.

You mumbled your thanks, reaching back to the counter to hand him the cup of coffee you bought for him on your way over, trying to avoid the embarrassment as it flooded your cheeks. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your escape and gladly took the coffee from your hand, sighing contently as he took a sip.

“How’d you know my order?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and he took in another gulp.

“That checkers game we played at the airport,” you shrugged, grabbing your own cup from the counter, “it was like the fourth or fifth question I asked.”

“I forgot about that,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Feels like it was a lifetime ago.”

You nodded in agreement, watching him over the brim of your coffee as you took a sip. It was almost as if months or years sat within the confines of a single weekend. From the moment you met him at your gate in the Charlotte airport to eating ice cream on the park bench until two in the morning, he captivated you and drew you in and took over your world unlike anyone else ever had.

He was remarkable and complex and full of a kindness and compassion you struggled to even give to yourself. The idea of losing him after the weekend was over, after the magic of this trip subsided and you were both thrown back to the real world, was too devastating to even think of. So, you helped Bucky clean up his room and let him take your hand as you both walked down the to lobby.

The valet attendant called for a cab and you waited with Bucky on the sidewalk, sipping on your coffee until it was empty and squeezing his hand when you felt him start to get lost in his thoughts again.

Once the cab rolled up, he held the door open for you and let you slide into the seat. Closing it behind you and jogging around to the other side. He sent you a wink as he slid in next to you. He told the driver the address of the ceremony and buckled his seatbelt. With the middle seat open between you, he felt too far away.

“Have you thought about what you’ll say to her?” you asked carefully, watching for his reaction.

He stiffening slightly, nodding as his hands curled into fists. You reached across the seat and placed your hand over his, closing around his palm and he smiled painfully in appreciation.

“Every time I try, I just freeze up,” he admitted, running his free hand down his thighs. “She’s hated me for so long, I don’t even know what to say. It’s been almost six years.”

You sighed as he looked out the window, his jaw visibly clenching as he avoided your eyes in shame. You couldn’t stand seeing him this way, blaming himself and withdrawing from the man who had so selflessly and with a compassion unlike anyone else, saved you from falling into your ex’s trap. He deserved to belief the same things he told you. That he mattered. That he had worth. He didn’t seem to believe it, not when it came to his sister.

Slowly, you unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted closer to him, settling in on the middle seat and holding onto his arm. He turned to you, surprised, though he started to relax again.

“It’s important you know that no matter what happens, she’ll make her own choices and you can’t control how she reacts,” you said gently. He nodded, though it was painful. You squeezed his hand. “You know what you want to say, Buck. I’m sure you’ve been thinking about it for years. I truly hope she comes around and you two can mend things, but I want you to know it’s not your fault if she doesn’t. You’re doing what you can and you’ll keep doing it until she’s ready. The rest is up to her, okay?”

It was silent for a moment as Bucky took in your words. You gave him the time he needed to think, sitting comfortably with the music playing softly from the front seat as you leaned on his shoulder, staring out the windshield to the busy Atlanta traffic.

“Okay,” Bucky said after a while, letting out a shaky breath. He pushed out a smile for you, though it struggled to meet his eyes, but you could tell he was trying.

Twenty minutes later as the cab pulled up to the auditorium, Bucky’s arm was draped around your shoulders, your hand resting on his thigh and rubbing soft circles to keep him grounded. He mentioned once that the physical contact was helpful for him, something his therapist down at the VA had suggested when he first got back. It was why he was so eager to grab your hand, though he promised it was your hand specifically he liked holding.

“Ready?” you asked as Bucky slipped cash through the window to the driver up front. He slumped back into his seat, but he did eventually nod.

“Not sure I’ll ever be as ready as I am right now,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Thank you, again for, uh, for coming with me.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek and he smiled back at you. Waiting a moment too long just staring at one another, the driver tapped on the window, pulling your attention away and gestured for you to get out of the car.

Bucky mumbled a quick apology as you started to laugh and followed him out of the car. Hand in hand, he led you up the grand stairs and into the building filled with families and friends and students dressed in bright red gowns and caps.

“My Ma said she’s got seats,” Bucky said, pushing through the crowd and keeping you as close as possible.

“She knows I’m coming, right?” you asked nervously, just now realizing that helping Bucky through this family event meant actually meeting his family.

“Um, not exactly,” Bucky mumbled, squeezing you buy a couple gathered on the walkway as he led you up the stairs. You didn’t even have time to object because he waved at a woman sitting at the edge of a row. With dark brunette hair sweeping at her shoulders and soft blue eyes that lit up the moment she caught sight of him, it was no wonder Bucky was her son.

“There’s my boy,” she cooed, standing up to hug him tightly around the shoulders. She pulled back, squeezing at his cheeks as he tried to swat her away. “Handsome as ever.” She glanced over Bucky’s shoulder to you as you held your hands clasped tightly together and chewing on the edge of your lip. “Who’s this? I didn’t know you were bringing a guest, James.”

James?

“Y-yeah, sorry about that ma. Last minute arrangements,” he stumbled out, scratched at his neck and eyes flickering over to you. “This is, um, this is my, my friend. Y/n.”

Bucky's mom smiled sweetly, eyeing you as you extended a hand to her.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” you said as she pushed your hand aside and pulled you in for a hug. You glanced at Bucky over her shoulder and he grimaced in apology, but you didn’t mind much. She was kind, something you’d expect from the woman who raised such a man.

“Well I’m glad you came, Y/n,” she said, smiling wide before she sent a knowing look at Bucky. “It’s been quite a while since you’ve brought a ‘friend’ around, James.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide and his cheeks turned as red as the gowns of the students as they gathered down by the stage. You laughed, biting on your tongue when he glared helplessly in your direction, though your smile was still present.

“Jesus, ma,” he grumbled, grabbing your hand and guiding you past his mother to sit on the bench. Luckily there was enough room as his uncle had to skip for a work commitment.

He took a seat next to you, sitting between you and his mother, as he greeted the rest of his family with a short wave. He seemed uncomfortable, like he’d been avoiding his extended family for about as long as he had his sister. The only person he seemed calm around was his mom.

“You alright?” you asked quietly into his ear so only he could hear. He nodded, though he was clenching at his knees, wrinkling his slacks from the constant gripping on the fabric.

You wanted to reach for his hand but you weren’t sure what he wanted, seeing as his mother was right next to him and you imagined he didn’t want to lie to her the way he’d lied to Jack and Marci at the wedding. It was one thing pretending you were together to get through the wedding of your ex, but another thing entirely to lie to family about it.

It didn’t seem to register that you’d also held his hand in intimate moments when no one else was around, when there was no show to put on.

As the students lined into the seats and faculty took their place on the stage, you could feel Bucky tensing beside you. His eyes were downcast, staring at his shoes as his whole upper body rose and fell with every breath. His mother started to talk with the family in the row ahead and you took the opportunity to rub your hand along his back in slow, steady circles.

He flinched at the sudden touch, though he started to melt when he realized it came from you. He nodded, smiling tiredly at you as if it took most of his effort and he sank back in his seat.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” he mumbled under his breath, jaw clenched as he looked at you for a moment, shame heating in his cheeks. “You must think I’m pathetic...”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand and holding it in the space between you, tucked between his thigh and yours so it wasn’t easily noticeable. “I would never think that, Bucky, and you don’t have to apologize. I know this is hard for you. It’s been six years. But you’re not alone. I’m with you, remember?”

He nodded, neither of you realizing the ceremony had even begun as the president took the podium.

“You’re gonna be just fine, James,” you teased, hoping to draw a smile out of him and it came easier than you anticipated. He nudged your shoulder, chuckling slightly as the tension drained from him.

“Middle name’s Buchanon,” he clarified with a shake of his head.

“Well that clears everything up then,” you replied sarcastically, which made him laugh again and you swore you could have spent hours listening to the sound. You kept his hand held firm in your own up until the moment his mom sat back in her seat and you started to let go, but he gripped on tighter, sending you an apologetic look you only returned with a genuine smile.

Nearly an hour passed by before the first graduates began to walk the stage. It wouldn’t take long for his sister to cross the stage, you realized, after he told you his last name was Barnes. He fidgeted in his seat the whole time, glancing down at the row of red gowns as students lined up in rows. They were starting to get to the end of the ‘A’s and Bucky’s mother patted his knee lightly, smiling at him.

“She’s on the stairs,” his mother said, pointing excitedly to the young women with short brown hair at her shoulders in soft waves appearing on the video projection. She was standing behind four people leading to the stage.

“She cut her hair,” Bucky observed, voice low, nervous.

“She’s had it like that since last year,” his mom replied and though she didn’t mean for it to be a dig at her son, Bucky still cringed, blaming himself for how much he’d missed in his sister’s life, even something as simple as a haircut.

Two more to go and Bucky jaw was practically wired shut. You leaned in closer to him.

“She looks really happy,” you said, trying to ease him but he remained stiff as a board.

“She doesn’t know I’m here yet,” he muttered back, defeated. “That’ll change.”

Your heart sank. As his name sat on the edge of your lips, his mother jumped up to her feet, gesturing for the family to get ready. You pressed your lips together, knowing there’d be time to ease him later as you helped pull him up.

“Rebecca Jane Barnes,” the announcer called and the family erupted into applause. She walked across the stage, waving out into the audience with a beaming smile on her face, gown flowing with each step.

You glanced up at Bucky as she took her diploma and posed for the mandatory picture, and he had relaxed somewhat, a soft smile on his face as the rest of the family hollered and waved enthusiastically. His hand was still gripped in yours and he squeezed it as Rebecca left the stage.

As the family took their seats again, Bucky’s mother nudged his side, getting his attention. “Three hours just to see 30 seconds. What a con!”

He laughed at that, more at ease now. His mother must have noticed.

“Why don’t you and Y/n head back to the house,” she suggested, glancing over at you with a sweet kind of smile and her eyes flickered down to your hands clasped together, though she didn’t say anything. “Just make sure everything's in order for the party. We’ll be home in an hour or so.”

Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss to his mother's cheek before squeezing by her. He didn’t bother letting go of your hand as he helped you through the aisle and down the stairs, keeping you steady on your heels.

Once the two of you made it through the tunnel and back into the open lobby of the auditorium and the speaker announcing student names was only a muffled echo, Bucky let out a heavy breath.

“Shit,” he sighed in relief, a slight laugh in his tone. “I promise I’m not always that much of a mess.”

You shrugged, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked outside. “Maybe I like a little mess.”

Bucky bit down on his lip to suppress the smile aching in his cheeks.

***

The cab pulled up to an off-white paneled home in the suburbs with dark green shutters and flower beds lining the walls; green shrubbery and evidence of a basketball hoop that had once been affixed above the garage once, where a faint discoloration was left behind. A banner hung over the front door reading ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ with tiny cartoon confetti, diplomas, and graduation caps sprinkled in the background.

Bucky scooted out of the cab, ordering you to stay put with a teasing grin as he ran around the back to try and open the door for you, but you were too fast for him. Though, he still helped you to your feet, even if you’d beaten him to the door.

From the open garage, where folding tables were already set up with red and black tablecloths held under stones on the corners, a tall blonde-haired man waved, wide grin spreading on his face.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted, laughing as excitement and surprise started to take over. He took one glance at you, asking permission, and you smiled, letting go of his hand and shoving him towards his friend. They collided in a tight hug and a few pats on the back before he said, “I didn’t know you were gonna be in town!”

“Didn’t you borrow that suit from him yesterday?” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you walked up behind them.

Steve smiled, exchanging a knowing look with Bucky whose cheeks immediately reddened. “He stole it from my mom’s house. She moved down here a few years back, right after Mrs. Barnes and Rebecca, and she seems to have an unfortunate habit of holding onto my old clothes. Must be nostalgia or something.”

“Where’s Peg?” Bucky asked quickly, noticing the way Steve was eyeing you like he knew something you didn’t.

“Inside finishing up the fruit salad,” Steve smiled, glancing back to the window of the kitchen where you could barely make out the figure of a brunette woman pacing back and forth as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a knife. Steve tucked his hands into his pockets, grinning, though he turned his attention back to you. “You must be the poor woman Bucky here dragged into his ridiculous layover shenanigans.”

You laughed, extending you hand to him with a nod as Bucky wacked his friend on the shoulder, face heating red. “Yeah, guess that’s me. I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, I know,” Steve grinned, earning another hit from Bucky though he was able to dodge it in time, “Bucky won’t shut up about you.”

“Really?” you teased and Bucky bit tirelessly on his lip, shaking his head.

“Steve’s being dramatic,” he tried to tell you, though you could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

“If that helps you sleep at night, pal.” Steve fought off another attack from Bucky only for the brunette woman you’d seen in the kitchen to lean out the window, waving a towel with a disapproving look on her face.

“If you boys are finished, I could use some help!” she called, thick English accent surprising you, though she softened immediately upon seeing you. Steve must have spread the news to her as well.

You stood with Bucky in the driveway for a moment longer as Steve jogged his way back up the driveway to the front door. Bucky sighed heavily next to you, swaying on his feet and tucking his hands deep into his pockets.

“Steve’s a dirty liar,” he mumbled, a teasing smile brimming on his lips as he glanced over at you. “Sorry about all that.”

“Don’t apologize,” you shrugged, smiling back at him, “he seems like a good friend.”

“The best,” Bucky confirmed with a nod, “even if he’s a pain in my ass.”

You followed Bucky up to the front porch and waited as he opened the door for you. Stepping inside, the entrance way smelled of freshly baked cookies and a vanilla candle burning in the living room. Peggy was pacing with purpose around the kitchen, an apron pressed over the soft flow of her dress, hair curled and pulled back from her face, when she spotted you. Jumping away from Steve’s arms, she quickly crossed the room and pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n,” she said, as if she’d been hearing about you for months rather than a day or so. You returned the embrace, thinking fondly that she was warm and comforting, and when she pulled back, you were met with a huge smile. She leaned in close, enough so that no one but you could hear her and said, “Bucky hasn’t smiled a lot in the last few years. It’s nice to see him happy. I hope we don’t lose that in him anytime soon.”

It wasn’t a threat, but an ounce of hope.

“Me, too,” you replied quietly and the bright red of her lips pushed even higher up her cheeks.

“Come on, now,” she said, wiping her hands on the thigh of her apron, “we’ve got some work to do before everyone arrives.”

***

It didn’t take long for the home to be flooded guests once the first ones rang the bell. The Barnes, it seemed, were a well-known family within the community and nearly half the town showed up to congratulate Rebecca on her graduation.

It took Bucky a moment to warm up, but soon enough he was smiling and joking with old friends out in the back yard alongside Steve, a can of half empty beer in his hand, while you talked with Peggy in the garage by the massive line up of snack foods.

You plopped another barbeque meatball onto your plate, cutting it in half and letting the steam seep out as Peggy watched you curiously. She was certainly intimidating for a woman with soft curved hair and bright red lipstick, and she had about a thousand questions for you, but you never once felt like you were under interrogation. She clearly cared about Bucky and was interested to know the woman that supposedly brought his smile back.

She’d told you that Bucky had been lost for a few years, retreating within himself after he came back from his second tour overseas. Something happened over there, though he wouldn’t say what, and with Rebecca shutting him out, he closed himself off completely. Though he never turned to a bottle or something darker to ease his suffering, he also never asked for the help he so clearly needed.

It surprised you to imagine the charming, carefree man who so easily came to your defense in the Charlotte airport, who bought you fresh coffee and snacks, and insisted on doing cartwheels at midnight had been in such a dark place. Peggy told you she hadn’t seen him truly smile with wrinkles up by his eyes and a laugh in his breath since before the war. You weren’t quite sure what to make of that, but the soft smile she gave you as she squeezed your hand, almost in thanks, was comforting.

“Did Peggy tell you about the time Bucky skinny-dipped in the lake behind our high school principal’s house?” Steve teased, jumping up from behind Peggy with a refill of her drink in his hand as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Will you ever shut up about that, punk?” Bucky grumbled, pressing his lips into a thin line as he came up to stand next to you.

“I don’t know, Buck, it’s a story I think I’d like to hear,” you grinned, nudging at his side and he chuckled under his breath.

“Maybe another time, doll.”

Another time. You liked the sound of that.

Bucky’s arm draped over your shoulder and you wondered if he realized he was doing that in front of his friends; the weight of his arm against you, tugging you close to his side and breathing in the comforting smell of him laced with freshly mowed lawn and the tang of beer on his breath.

You parted your lips to tease him, especially after seeing the knowing glance between Steve and Peggy as they noticed Bucky’s ease with which he carried himself around you, but then, a hush fell over the crowd.

“She’s here!” someone shouted, and you felt Bucky jolt beside you.

The crowd rushed to the driveway to greet the car as it pulled in, but you kept yourself planted firmly at Bucky’s side. He didn’t attempt to pull away from you but you could feel the tension aching his in his muscles, his stare frozen on the ground by Steve’s feet, and his heart picking up in pace.

You nodded to Steve and Peggy, letting them know that you’d take care of Bucky while they went to greet Rebecca and her mother as they walked in. The apprehensive look on Steve’s face didn’t slip your notice as Peggy smiled sweetly at you, tugging him away despite his reluctance.

Once the garage had cleared out and the crowd made its way into the open area of the first floor where Rebecca was about to walk through the front door, you turned to Bucky, letting his arm fall away from your shoulders. You reached up, grabbing a firm hold of the sides of his face.

“Bucky, look at me,” you ordered, stern and gentle at the same time. He did. Blue eyes flickering back and forth, panicked. You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone. “You can do this, alright? I know it’s scary, but she’s your sister. Under it all, she loves you. You know that. Tell her what you have to. It’s up to her if she’s ready to hear it.”

Bucky nodded, swallowing thickly and he pushed out a semblance of a smile. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Thank you.”

“Of course,” you replied, removing your hands from his face and letting them fall to your sides, bunching into the fabric of your dress. “I told you I’d be here to support you, didn’t I?”

Bucky’s smile brightened at that. He extended his hand to you, a request, and you took it without hesitation. The two of you made your way into the kitchen from the garage to find the area packed wall to wall with guests. Bucky paused at the edge of the crowd, losing his nerve for a moment, but as you squeezed his hand, he gained some back, enough to push his way through.

Rebecca was standing at the center of the living room dressed in her bright red robes unbuttoned down the middle, worn like a coat, and a fitted white dress underneath. She was smiling, laughing as guests came forth to hug her and congratulate her, handing over gifts and envelopes and asking what she had planned next.

You spotted Steve and Peggy at the front of the crowd, standing on the edge of the circle. Then, you saw Bucky’s mother, who sucked in a deep breath at the sight of Bucky making his way closer, though she relaxed somewhat as she spotted your hand wrapped tightly in his.

Rebecca stood at the center of the open circle, her back to Bucky as he broke through the crowd of people and stepped into the open space with her. She didn’t realize he was there just yet but a lull came over the crowd. They all knew the strained history between the siblings, it seemed.

Bucky released your hand, knowing this was something he had to do on his own and you stepped back into the circle, though you moved to stand by Peggy and Steve, determined to stay within his line of sight, just in case.

Slowly, Rebecca narrowed her eyes, glancing around the room to find everyone staring at something beyond her shoulder. She turned around, confused, until her eyes landed on her brother and the smile fell from her face, features hardening over and jaw clenching so tight the muscle spasmed in her cheek.

“Hey Bec,” Bucky said, his voice low, pained, and you could practically feel his heart pounded from across the room. His eyes flickered over to you for half of a second and you nodded at him, smiling softly, encouragingly, before he turned back to his sister.

She handed the envelopes in her hand off to her mother before she took a step forward.

“What are you doing here?”

Shock. Anger. Betrayal as she shot daggers at her mother. You couldn’t tell which stung the most.

Bucky swallowed anxiously, his hands pushing into his pockets as you noticed the slight tremor while he tried to hold them at his sides. It was obvious how much he cared for his sister, how much guilt he allowed to weigh upon his shoulders, how much he just wanted to make things right again. Perhaps it was only obvious to everyone but his sister.

“Bec,” Bucky said softly, taking a step forward and wincing as she retreated back, keeping the distance between them. “I know it’s been a while, but I wanted to be here for you, to support you. This is, uh, this is a big day for you and I thought maybe we could make things--”

“What?” Rebecca snapped, unaffected by the whispers of the crowd. Bucky flinched. “What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Bec, I--”

“Did you think you were just going to waltz right in here like everything was just fine? Like you didn’t abandon this family to fight in a goddamn war no one asked you to take part in!” she shouted, and you could hear the pain in her voice, angry and grieving.

Bucky’s jaw was clenched so tightly you wondered if it would stay locked that way forever.

“You left us, James!” Rebecca accused, pointing her finger at him, “You made that choice! After all the Army put you through and after watching your friends die and getting your arm ripped to shreds, you went back!”

Bucky’s face was flushed red, eyes darting at the carpet; like a lost puppy with its tail between its legs. You hated seeing him like this, so easily giving into the guilt of allowing his sister to push him away for so long. He shook his head, like a counter argument was racing through his mind but he didn’t voice it aloud. He let her yell, let her get out what she needed to say.

This was his plan, you realized, to let her say all the things she never had the chance to scream and fight with him about when he came home again because she had cut him out completely. They never had this confrontation. It only seemed fitting to have it with a full audience.

Guests started to back away into the kitchen, some escaping out to the yard, though others stayed to watch, too caught up in the tension hanging in the air and the thrill of the drama between siblings.

“You have no right to be here!” Rebecca shouted, picking up a pillow from the couch and chucking it harshly at Bucky’s chest, though he blocked it with his forearm, letting it fall with a soft bounce to the floor. She threw another, and another, and whatever she could get her hands on. “I told you I didn’t want to see you again! I meant what I said! You knew this would happen if you left and you did it anyway!”

Bucky took a deep breath, starting to grow frustrated with the amount of pillows he was dodging. His eyes flickered over to you in a brief moment and you nodded, knowing he was seeking the courage to say what he had been thinking for the last few years. Consequences be damned.

“And you!” Rebecca turned to her mother, who watched with wide, pained eyes, “why the hell would you let him--”

“Enough!” Bucky roared, silencing the room instantly. “This isn’t mom’s fault, so leave her out of this. This fight is between us.”

Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow and waiting for him to continue.

“What happened to us, Bec?” Bucky started, his voice softening. “We used to be so close. I hate that I can’t talk to you about what’s going on in my life anymore. I’ve had your number dialed up on my phone dozens of times in the last few years, but I’ve never had the damn courage to call. We used to talk about everything. You always knew when I was fighting with Steve. You knew when some girl was breaking my heart. You knew about every dead-end job I had up in Brooklyn and how much I hated that you and Ma moved down to Atlanta without me.”

You watched Rebecca as she kept her face blank, emotionless, not giving into an ounce of the pain Bucky was putting on full display.

“I don’t know what your first year at school was like,” Bucky continued, shaking his head, disappointment in his voice. “I don’t know how quickly you made friends or what your favorite classes were. I only know your major because Ma told me. I feel like we’re strangers, Bec. I want things to be better, how they used to be. I miss my sister. I miss having my family.”

“Yeah, well you made that choice, didn’t you?” Rebecca snapped back and your heart broke as Bucky closed his eyes, the devastation so evident on his face, you wanted nothing more than to whisk him away from this.

“Bec, please, just listen to me--”

“I want you to leave.”

Bucky’s shoulders slumped, his eyes glancing over at his mother desperately before they returned to his sister. “Bec, come on. Don’t do this.”

Rebecca just rolled her eyes and suddenly, Bucky was gritting his teeth. You felt Peggy’s hand on your wrist, keeping you grounded as you must have looked about as distressed as you felt just watching the full of Bucky’s pain and insecurity rushing to the surface.

But there was something else, too.

Something like anger.

“I get that you’ll never understand why I went back after everything that happened,” Bucky said, his voice low but defiant. Determined. A new kind of strength in his words. “I could have died. I know that, but it was part of the risk. I’m sure you probably think that by going back, I was just throwing my life away and you know what? Maybe I was.”

Rebecca shifted in her stance. She hadn’t expected that, but her features remained stern.

“Maybe being state-side was hell for me because I watched friends die over there. I lost my purpose when I came home and I didn’t know how to just be some normal civilian and go to a day job when I’d spent years sleeping on rubble and dodging bullets. So, yes, I went back the second I was cleared to. I needed to prove to myself that what happened over there didn’t break me. I had to go back for my friends who died in a blast that should have killed me, too.”

The room was painfully silent. You swore you could hear your own heart pounding in your chest.

“But honestly, Bec, with you cutting me off like this,” Bucky shook his head, “what fucking difference would it have made if I had just died over there? Wouldn’t have mattered to you, would it? Maybe I should have. It would have been easier for all of us.”

Rebecca stiffened instantly, blank faced and shocked, while his mother gasped in a shaken breath, hands darting up to cup at her lips as someone behind her held her steady.

Rebecca’s arms fell to her sides, a wave of something like remorse and pain rushing to replace the anger etched into her expression and she tried to take a step forward but Bucky held a hand up defensively. It was then he started to notice the crowd of onlookers that had witnessed his confrontation with his sister, who had heard him admit to the worst of his thoughts in the back of his mind.

Without another word, he turned his back and pushed his way through the crowd, shoving aside strangers gathered to watch the moment he’d been dreading for years fall apart in front of him.

You didn’t waste any time before you rushed after him, keeping a close eye on his shoulder blades as he weaved through the guests. They parted like the sea for him, knowing better than to confront him or stand in his way as he made his escape. You waited until he stepped outside, into the empty garage before you called his name.

He turned around, surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to follow him and the moment he caught sight of you, saw the concern in your eyes and the way your hand reached up to touch his arm, he broke down. Tears welling in his eyes and lips trembling, you grabbed a tight hold of his hand, leading him silently to the front lawn, away from prying eyes and eased him down to sit on the porch steps. He came willingly, head leaning against your shoulder as you draped your arm across his legs, rubbing soothing patterns against his thighs.

You could feel the wet of his tears on your skin and the slight tremble in his body, but you didn’t say anything. He needed this moment of release, to let out years of frustration and anger and loss he had been suffocating for so long. Only when he swallowed back the last of his tears, sniffling and pulling away from your shoulder to sit up straight, did you tell him exactly what you thought.

“I’m proud of you, Bucky.”

He shook his head, chewing on his lip. “I fucked it all up. Again.”

“You got out what you needed to say,” you reminded him as you gathered his hand in your own. He sighed at the touch, relieved. “Maybe it didn’t go how you wanted but it was never going to be fixed in one conversation. You knew that. It’ll take time.”

He nodded, watching the way you traced against the lines in his palm. “Maybe things’ll just never be okay with us. Maybe I just fucked everything up for good.”

“Oh, Bucky,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face and urging him to look at you. You were met with pools of deep blue with red strain filling the whites of his eyes, and a hard clench in his jaw. “I don’t think--”

“Did you mean what you said?” a voice suddenly asked from behind you; soft, nervous, and Bucky’s breath hitched.

You turned slowly to find Rebecca standing in the frame of the door, looking down at Bucky with her lower lip trembling. She gripped the knob so tightly her knuckles were sheet white. Bucky didn’t say anything. You suspected he didn’t know how.

“You really think I would have rather you died?” she asked, her voice cracking as tears burned in her eyes.

You watched as Bucky stumbled over his words before they could even pass by his tongue. Glancing up at Rebecca, you offered her a soft smile, encouraging her to continue, before you turned to Bucky, placing a kiss to the back of his hand, just along the knuckles, before you stood.

“Wait. Don’t go,” he whispered, voice so small it nearly broke your heart. He held a tight grip on your hand.

“You’ve got this. Just talk to her. I won’t be far,” you said softly into his ear, just loud enough only he could hear you. You let your hand graze along his cheek, sweet soothing motions, until he nodded and you pulled away. You nodded at Rebecca and she pushed out a semblance of a smile in appreciation as she stepped down to take a seat next to her brother.

Giving them the space to talk, you made your way over to the garage where some of the guests had begun to gather around the tables of food. No one seemed to pay attention as Bucky and Rebecca talked quietly away from the crowd. You could see his lips moving, her head nodding subtly as he spoke and he wiped at his eyes. She did, too.

You let out a heavy breath, leaning against the edge of the garage, content to just watch. They sat there together for nearly twenty minutes before you decided to seek out Peggy and Steve out in the back yard huddled around a bonfire, holding onto each other smiling with a kind of joy you always imagined for yourself. You decided to leave them be.

When you found your way back to the driveway, Bucky and Rebecca had disappeared from their place on the steps. You narrowed your eyes, walking around the house a bit until you spotted the soft wave of Bucky’s hair through the window. He was standing in the kitchen, talking with his mother and Rebecca stood only a few feet away, a careful smile on her face as she nodded along to whatever he was saying. After a moment, he gestured towards her and she came willingly, through apprehensively, as he hugged her from the side. It was one-armed and timid, and incredibly awkward, but they pulled away with hope in their eyes. His mother was crying.

Smiling to yourself and thankful you could give him the support he needed to face this day after all he’d done for you at Jack’s wedding, you started to find yourself stepping back until you reached the edge of the driveway.

He didn’t need you anymore. The magic of the weekend was over and you’d both go back to your separate lives. It was all this weekend was meant to be. Some kind of whirlwind fantasy. It wasn’t ever meant to last.

You wondered if maybe you’d ever run into him in New York. He had mentioned he grew up in Brooklyn. It was a big city, after all. Maybe it would be best if you never ran into piercing blue eyes and kind smiles again. You weren’t sure you’d be able to let him go a second time.

You reached into your bag, searching for your phone to call for a Lyft. You stared at the app for a few minutes before you accepted. The sun was on its way down and most of the guests had retreated inside to escape the dark and the bugs at dusk. A chill swept over you and you crossed your arms, glancing down the end of the road in search of your ride.

“Y/n!”

You turned around, heart skipping a beat, to find Bucky stepping out into the garage, heading turning out to the back lawn in search of you, though he came up empty. He jogged away from the back door, thinking you must be inside, when he caught sight of you standing at the end of the driveway.

“Y/n?” His voice was quieter now, confused, and he jogged down to meet you as you waved awkwardly. “What are you doing? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

He glanced down to the phone gripped in your hand. The notification that your driver would be here in only a few minutes plastered across the screen. His shoulders fell.

“You’re leaving?” he asked, a sad ache in his voice you weren’t expecting.

You shrugged, nodding. “Yeah, well I saw you seemed to work things out with your sister, or, you’re at least on the right path– and I’m really happy for you, Bucky, honest, I am – but you don’t exactly need me here anymore, so I thought I should just--”

“What makes you think I don’t need you?”

You froze. “What?”

“Well, the guests are about to start clearing out in a few and Steve’s convinced us to bring out Pictionary again like we used to play in the old days and I’m going to need a partner,” he said casually, pursing his lips like it was a last minute thought and not something he had been thinking about all day. “Besides, I wanted to thank you for this weekend. Just think about the shitstorm we both would have gone through alone if you hadn’t spilled your coffee all over that pretentious asshole.”

You chuckled despite yourself, nodding. “He technically spilled my coffee on himself.”

“Right, of course,” Bucky grinned.

He glanced back at the kitchen to find Rebecca was washing dishes at the sink. She must have noticed him watching her and she raised a hand hesitantly to wave and Bucky couldn’t contain the smile pushing on his cheeks as he waved back. It was progress.

“I don’t want to intrude, Bucky. This seems like a family thing,” you said, awkwardly scratching at the nape of your neck. “Besides, I don’t want to give them the wrong idea, you know? It’s one thing to lie to my ex-boyfriend and his horrible friends I will hopefully never see again, but this is your family, Bucky. I don’t want to make them think that--”

“What? That I like you?” Bucky interrupted, a soft smile on his face as your eyes widened. He chuckled under his breath, taking a step forward and letting his hands run up the sides of your arms, warming you. “I meant what I said that night in the airport and out on the patio at the wedding. I want to see you again, Y/n, if you’ll let me. I want to go out on a date that doesn’t include one of us facing serious emotional turmoil and crying all night.”

You laughed at that and Bucky’s smile only got wider.

“Please, stay,” he asked again. “I promise we’ll destroy Steve and Peggy, though we might have to go easy on Ma and Bec given the circumstances.”

“She won’t go easy on you,” you countered, grinning.

“We’ll give her round one and then we’ll come at everyone full force. How’s that sound?” he conceded, his right hand moving from your shoulder to cup at the side of your face.

You leaned into him, nodding as you smiled, aching to feel more of his hands; warm and calloused, strong and tender. Reaching up to hold his wrist, your thumb tracing along the bone of his joint, content to sit with the silence of the crickets chirping around you and the soft light of the kitchen extending down the driveway.

Bucky brushed away a hair fallen out of place, using his hand on your cheek to carefully urge you closer to him. There was too much space between you, always too much space, and as your eyes flickered down to pink lips you had kissed the night before, you couldn’t stand the anticipation.

You pushed yourself up against him, arms wrapping around his neck as your lips brushed his; slow at first, timid and testing the waters, until it deepened to something more and Bucky’s hands traveled down your back and clung to your waist.

His lips were unlike anything else. Though, you supposed so was he.

This man with the kind smile and blue eyes that could knock you off your feet, who hummed off key with a voice like honey, and offered to buy you coffee after some middle-aged man in a suit screamed at you in the airport. This man, who did cartwheels at midnight and tracked you down at Jack’s wedding after he realized how alone you felt. This man, who cared so deeply for those he loved that he agonized and berated himself for years over his strained relationship with his sister.

You pulled back for air when you realized your ride was still on its way. Bucky only let you go reluctantly, his lips connecting with your cheek, your forehead as you fumbled to open the app and cancel the ride. He snatched the phone from your hands with a teasing smirk when you were taking too long and did it himself, tossing the phone into your bag. His hands found their way back to your cheeks and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Let’s go, kids!” Steve called from the front door and you broke away from Bucky laughing, face pressed against his chest. “You can make-out some other time when I’m not about to decimate you in Pictionary!”

“Shut the hell up, Rogers!” Bucky called back, though he was laughing, arms circled around your shoulders as you hid your blushed face against him. He shook his head, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “What do you say, doll?”

“Guess we better show Steve who's boss,” you replied, face stern, serious, until you broke out into a smile.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Bucky grinned, leading you back up the driveway. As the light from the kitchen illuminated his face, you started to laugh, quickly pulling him to a stop and rubbing at the lipstick mark on the corner of his lips. He jolted away. “Hey! Maybe I like that there...”

“You want to give Steve more ammunition against you right now?” you laughed, only letting your hand fall when you were certain you got the last of it, but Bucky swept in and kissed you again. “Bucky!”

“Okay, okay!” he surrendered, thought he stole a final kiss against your forehead before he held the door open for you, gesturing for you to take the first step inside.

You followed in behind him, his hand wrapped around yours and a beaming smile on your face you couldn’t seem to shake.

This weekend was meant to be filled with tears and the bottom of a bottle, with heartbreak and shame at the hands of your ex. But instead, it was made of adventures in Charlotte Douglas at midnight and dancing your way through the worst wedding invite you’d ever accept and attending a college graduation of a stranger’s estranged sister.

It was chaos and escapism. It was a leap of faith and unbridled joy. It was learning that you were more than what someone else thought of you and it was finding yourself again. It was crying on one another and facing the worst of your fears. It was unquestioned support. It was mint-chocolate chip ice cream at two in the morning and overly competitive Pictionary. It was holding hands with the man with startling blue eyes and kissing him in the dark.

It was Bucky Barnes.

The handsome stranger in the airport.

Leaning on somebody isn't easy I'll do what I can to make you see that This is not a temporary love This is not a temporary love Now your heart is in my hands, I won't give it up This is not a temporary love

[Temporary Love – Ben Platt]

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xxrat--punkxx · 3 years

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JUMPING ON THIS BAND WAGGON

Ok here’s my 2020, tw//mentions of suicide and abuse

(Strong start lmao) 2020 sucked ass lemmi tell ya. This year was a fucking train wreck from the start, ur hay I got character development so who cares. Well let’s start with a review, bad things first.

Yall remember when everyone was scared shields of COVID?. Lol. But that’s stating the obvious. When we went into lockdown I was first like fuck yeah summer lol, but then the threat of ‘staying home for the rest of the year’ set in, bing in my first year of sixth form I really understand the stakes of exams next year. So having to stay home for the rest of the year freaked me the fuck out. I literally couldent cope, having to do all classes online was fucking hell, they were never zoom classes either, just ‘lmao do the work and hand it in’ which was near impossible for me. I was also in the constant ‘oh no I’m so stressed but I will do NOTHING about this lmao~’. As the days turned to weeks and inevitably MONTHS, my mental health said buckle up bitches. Days were spent sitting in my room on my phone doing NOTHING, meanwhile this perpetual notion of stress played in my head yet there I sat not having the will or motion to move.

Then my parents got involved. Now THATS when shit went from pretty crummy to awful, now I was living with them constantly I was able to see who they really were with no real filter. And oh god do I have issues, I didn’t even fucking know. Every day was an argument, my mom was the worst, the MANIPULATION, the constant ‘you're tearing this family apart’ or ‘so I’m the problem?’ Or the fucking indecent playing the victim. And I all only just realised, that they have been doing this ALL MY LIFE. Dad got involved but he was just physically violent, only twice tho. The worst part was my work, admittedly yes, I didn’t do everything I was given, but I tried, I really did with what little motivation I had. But with just one ‘oh your daughter hasn’t handed in this work’ I was a ‘lazy, good for nothing failure’ to quote ‘who will never go anywhere in life’ so I’d spend the rest of the day crying while they play the victim bury saupying I was abusing their love and just using them for money. But the next day be like ‘oh I’m so proud of you you're doing so well’ having that statement being completely unrelated to the previous events. This was constant. So that’s that story. I won’t talk much about Black Lives Matter because we all know about how that went. But it really affected me, I found myself crying over the victims multiple times. And the lack of support for the movement my peers or family showed made it fucking worse. Crying was a common occurrence for me now, mental health really taking a nosedive, being too scared to call myself ‘depressed’ or ‘mentally ill’ to any extent because I know I’m faking it and just want validation. That was also constant. Fun times huh.

BUT IT GETS WORSE 🥲, then I had to go back to school, awful to fucking abhorrent now. Year two of sixth form fun right? Sure, if u take away the ‘no free time period’ or the wanting to kill mystery for literally a whole 3 weeks. That was my lowest peak. Ever. I’ve never wanted to kill myself before then, don’t like that feeling. Shocker huh. That mixed with the constant anxiety of nothing is right anymore and also needing to succeed at school all made one healthy dose of ‘.exe has stopped working’ juice. Yet I played the fool, acting happy as if nothing had happened, or was happening at least, and venting by imagining scenes in my head with fictional characters lmao. Telling myself ’u can’t kill yourself because u don’t deserve too and ur just asking for attraction’. Then midterms happened blah blah blah, stress but I’m numb to it now that whole story.

But that’s not to say there wasn’t a silver lining.

Onto the good things finally, yes the year was probably one of the worst years I’ve been through in my life it did not go without its positives. For example early this year I got into borderlands properly, I finally explored the fandom and had a look at what it was like. Albeit a slow process considering I was still predominantly on Instagram at the time, and finding a community of a fandom on there is impossible. I started browsing Pinterest or the Internet for images that would link to my favourite characters, Who were to no ones surprise is the calypso twins. Pinterest led me to artworks and artworks led me to the infamous Lazulizard. Who I cherish all my being. Three weeks later after looking at her entire tumblr blog and stalking her of pretty much all her content (sorry for that by the way) I found border-spam. By this point I didn’t have tumblr and I had no intention of getting it seeing as an ongoing war I’ve had with myself since 2012, declaring I will be the bigger man and never get tumblr, which in hindsight was an awful mindset. Seeing as tumblr is probably one of my favourite places on Earth right now. But after also stalking border spams account, again sorry, and starving her of any content she’d ever posted. I was happy that this fandom although as niche as it is was actually getting content. At the time spam and lazu were absolute gods to me. Being the sole producer of a fandom I probably wasn’t even in properly, having both impeccable writing and impeccable art like good God. I would often think ‘wow wouldn’t it be incredible if I actually got to talk to them one day’, now look at me I’m doing commissions for both of them good God. And to be short joining tumblr felt like a fever dream and it’s probably the greatest thing I could’ve done this year, my parents are wrong, talking to strangers is amazing.

Something notable of mention this year as I actually got to figure out who I am as a person, I was able to find my own style and to find my interests, specifically in what I liked in terms of clothing. I thought I was LOL 2012 goth hipster but no apparently I’m manic Pixie dream girl. Going from pink is the ugliest colour in the world to having it be the only colour I will ever wear. I made some pretty big choices this year like cutting pretty much all of my hair off and dying it for the first time. Thanks strict parents for only letting me do that one now. But like I said I went to a character Ark and you know what I like it. I also played BioShock fallout and horizon zero dawn for the first time this year starting to really feel like a proper epic gamer, good lord kill me, and falling in love with all of them almost immediately. I also figured out on a plant mum and I’m into vulture culture although my parents have to disagree with that one. Asking to buy an Horse and fox skull somehow scared them a little bit can’t seem to figure out why lmao.

So a conclusion, Fuck you 2020 you made me miss two comic cons and I will never forgive you for that shit I am SO mad. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt you did make me meet some absolutely incredible people who I consider my friends, despite going against every single Internet safety law I was ever taught as a child. But you know what who gives a flying shit I love you guys. So that’s what I wanted to say. I want to say thank you to everyone on here and everyone is following me or even interacted me with on that matter. You mean the world to me and I really fucking mean it. Are you going to be nothing but amazing ever since I walked onto this fucking hell hole. And what I go through all of this bullshit again if it means I ended up here? You know what I think I just might. So again I thank you and I hope your year didn’t go as badly as mine, and fuck it bring on whatever the fucks next!

Honourable mention of this year was The time Elisa actually complimented me and I cried a little bit and had a panic attack but you know that’s for another day

🥺💕

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(abandoned) it’s late, just stay

john wick / reader genre: sugar daddy au rating: general, mature themes words: 2.4k warnings: sugar daddy relationship, slight john wick 2 spoilers i guess a/n: this 1 is for me. i wrote her in a heat,,,she’s literally not finished. but im adding her to my online portfolio 4 the memories. Also fyi the profile was made before i indulged in seeking arrangements and as a sugar baby i know that ur not allowed to mention 90% of brooklynbaby’s bio in ur bio but who cares man this is fiction and im making it up

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

Sometimes, John doesn’t really know how he gets himself into awkward situations.

The first few occasions, he figured it was merely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While, actually, this always worked out in his favour, John began to notice that it was more frequent that he ended up at a bar with some people he didn’t really know, or being invited to a baby shower as the date of a woman he had never even met before. Granted, John enjoyed company whenever he could get it, and whenever it avoided conflict; however socialism has never been his strongest asset. No, he simply prefers silent gestures or glances across rooms, ‘eye conversations’ where he says hello and nothing else for the remainder of the evening.

“You just need to loosen up a bit,” is what Addy had told him, whilst slipping him a glass of straight Bourbon. It had been a relatively quiet evening in the Continental, and just when John thought he could have five minutes of peace and quiet, Addy has slipped in his line of sight. “You know, go out. Make new friends.”

“You’re my friend,” John replied. He made no room to elaborate on that statement, swallowing the contents of the drink and pushing it back to her with a short nod. She sighed and rolled her eyes, doing her job.

“No, you know what you really need?” He didn’t answer, glancing at her through his hair as she filled his drink and rested her weight on her elbows. Instantly, John didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when Addy raised her eyebrows suggestively, tugging on her bottom lip with newfound excitement: “I think you need to get laid.”

And when John scoffed with humour, she tried again, “and not like, laid as in you have a one night stand. No- hear me out, John! You should invest in a sugar baby. You know, someone you can spend time with when you’re not doing the dirty work for everybody else. It’s fun, and frisky, and also means you can start spending some of the millions you have stashed somewhere not being used.”

She tutted like a scolding mother, “Selfish boy.” Addy then smiled, “Maybe instead of retirement, what you really need is something to help you unwind.”

John scoffed, gulping back the Bourbon. “I’m married.”

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

That’s really all the thinking he had done on the subject of John- John fucking Wick- investing in a sugar baby. He simply took it in stride, almost complimented by the assumption that he was attractive and rich enough to have someone leaning on him for money and sex, and stored it away for future thought when he was lost and drunk. John never actually considered the possibility of “putting his bills to good use” until fucking Santino D’Antonio decided to light a bonfire inside his house. Having lost virtually everything related to Helen, he found himself back at the Continental, back to listening to Addy sympathetically give her condolences and five seconds later, introducing him to Seeking Arrangements.

John doesn’t know why he’s doing this, staring at the laptop screen that smiles at him. For circumstances, Addy had loaned him her laptop for the evening he spends at the Continental, and he’s too busy browsing the elaborately made profiles that he barely registers the fact that he is still wearing his suit. He pulls at the cuffs of his blazer and is midway through taking it off when he stumbles across a profile- one of which is oddly amusing- titled brooklynbaby. He racks his mind for the reference but can’t seem to place it.

“A sugar baby suggests that I sleep with them, and as I said,” John had mentioned back in the bar, “I’m married.”

Addy had grabbed his hands and groaned, “Look- you might surprise yourself. And, I’m not suggesting that you throw your wife away for somebody new. I’m just saying you need to...make use of yourself. Honestly, you’re too sexy to be stored away like this. Most sugar babies are dumb and unobservant, they won’t even know who you are.”

brooklynbaby makes an adorably hilarious first impression, and John is hesitant to browse her profile. If he wanted to “make use of himself” by investing all of his personal time into somebody who in truth wanted him for his dick and his bank balance, then it needed to be somebody at least near to his wavelength. Somebody who was smart, but clueless at the same time, and somebody who was the complete opposite of Helen. The last thing he needed on top of a handful of a baby was the guilt of moving on. But still, even when he pinned her tab and returned to scrolling through the profiles, John realised that most sugar babies were simply trolls hidden behind pretty pictures, or girls who wanted money for pleasure and not for need.

He went back to brooklynbaby. Three times. Three times, before he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet, “Oh, fuck it,” and favoriting her account, and pressing to send a message.

Even online, John was never great with words. He typed, and backspaced, and typed again, trying to come up with something interesting to make up for the bland profile he made around thirty minutes ago.

From: johnwick So. You like dogs?

If Addy were here, she would have slapped him.

Almost immediately after it sends, John lets out a frustrated noise and tears his gaze away from the screen. Dating just wasn’t like how it was when he met Helen. Why did everything have to be so complicated, and mysterious, and why the hell does he even have to waste his money on somebody when he could be saving this money to eventually, whenever the day comes, retire? John wrestles with the dilemma of deleting the whole account when a notification bell rings through the laptop speakers.

From: brooklynbaby yes, I love dogs!!! :D (typing) do you have a dog?

John breathes a sigh of relief.

From: johnwick Yes. I do.

From: brooklynbaby oh, great. :) (typing)

John’s leg begins to bounce quickly, the table wavering with the glass on top, like an earthquake. Suddenly, brooklynbaby stops typing and John stills. Why did she stop? Did he do something wrong? Honestly, women are so hard to please nowadays.

From: brooklynbaby want to be my sugar daddy?

Never mind.

From: johnwick I would.

From: brooklynbaby cool

Neither him or brooklynbaby says anything for a few moments, and John doesn’t notice. After-all, he is still a working man, busy with life and revenge and trying to stay alive for more than three seconds. When he goes back to the laptop and sees no reply, he frowns.

From: johnwick I am sorry. I really don’t know what I’m doing. What am I supposed to say?

He makes a mental reminder to have words with Addy later.

From: brooklynbaby /(*u*)/ you’re cute we could make dinner reservations and talk over terms if you’d like!!! i say reservations because they’re fancy and if anything goes wrong, we can pretend we’re… business partners? discussing business?

Without even really realising, John finds himself laughing shortly, settling back into the chair. All of this feels weird, as in typing to a stranger he’s planning to spend his money on and occasionally fuck. John quickly revisits her profile and spends four minutes analysing her profile picture. If this is her, then she’s really very beautiful. A steal.

From: johnwick When are you free for dinner?

From: brooklynbaby hmm well i’m dogsitting tomorrow, but i can be free for the day after!!!! is that okay ^_^

From: johnwick That would be fine. [Address] at 7pm, does that work for you?

brooklynbaby pauses.

From: brooklynbaby omg am i gonna have to dress fancy?

From: johnwick Don’t feel pressured. I only own black.

From: brooklynbaby well….guess i’ll bring out like one of my old uni party dresses :( but you have to promise not to judge me!!!

John laughs again. At some point during the evening, he ends up with a planned dinner reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in Brooklyn, and he’s also 2 grand poorer thanks to the generous donation in brooklynbaby’s bank account for a nice evening outfit.

When John returns the laptop to Addy the following morning, he was admittedly expecting the rant that followed. She had glared at the laptop being handed back over the bar and refused to serve him until he came up with a reasonably valid excuse as to why he wasn’t putting himself out there for a bit of company. John had blinked with an unimpressed look and drummed his fingers.

“I have dinner reservations with someone tomorrow at 7pm. Also- can I have a drink?”

But of course, with work being as tedious as ever and with his whole day being completely ruined by a blood stained shirt and poor room service for the first time in his many years of frequenting the Continental, John didn’t amuse himself with brooklynbaby until he logged onto the site on his phone, and saw that she had messaged thrice during the day. He almost felt guilty, until he saw a string of numbers at the end of the last message. He deemed it less necessary to read her above messages and instead went right to texting.

brooklynbaby ok. so should i just ask for mr john wick when i get to this restaurant??? sorry for so many texts im just kinda nervous

me Yes. I booked under my name and I will be waiting for you when you arrive. Why are you nervous? Didn’t you ask me to be here?

brooklynbaby well if we’re going to be technical then YOU asked me to dinner first :P and im nervous because i have nooo idea who you are send a picture?

John sank into bed.

me Maybe I like the element of surprise.

brooklynbaby seems a lil unfair that you get to see me but i dont get to see you :( ive seen ur dog before you thats saying something

me You could have used any image. If we’re going to be technical, I don’t even know your name, or if that is really you in the image.

John really hadn’t been expecting a full blown nude image at 4:15pm in the afternoon, but he will admit that it was nevertheless what he needed to break some steam. He had arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes earlier than expected, but that’s okay, Mr Wick. Right this way! Now that he was sitting here, at an empty table overlooking Brooklyn and the lights, with an already ordered bottle of wine, John could understand and relate to the first date nerves. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since-

brooklynbaby uhhh im kind of here like ten minutes early should i wait outside for you :3

He laughs, mostly to himself.

me I’m already up here. I ordered a rosé, is that alright?

brooklynbaby YES IM RUNNING

And, surprising himself also, John had clammed up and reached for his glass. Thankfully, the owner of this restaurant knew John by face and order, because, after-all, this had been his go-to with Helen. These days, he doesn’t have time to go out to new places and eat new things, and so had panicked, and picked a place with sentimental value, and a history of good food. He gulped back his glass of Bourbon and waited until the door at the other side of the room opened meekly, and he tried to appear vacant as the waiter led a woman across the room and towards him.

“Your date, Mr Wick.”

He left curtly and brooklynbaby followed his body as he left, her feet firmly glued to the floor as her head looked back over her shoulder. John took this as an opportunity to look at her body, covered in a beautiful dress he felt proud of paying for. Finally, brooklynbaby looked towards him and paused, observing him and his clearly surprising appearance. John then remembered the gash on his cheekbone and the way he probably looked very off-putting with an unshaven face and long hair, but brooklynbaby smiled softly and raised her brows, beating him to helping her in her chair as she quickly sat down and looked at his glass.

“How did you know I liked beards?”

John didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t.”

brooklynbaby rolled her eyes with a grin. “Of course you didn’t.” She looked up, then, properly taking in his face. John did the same, looking at every feature present and coming to the quick conclusion that yes, she was definitely the woman in the pictures, and yes, she was one of the most gorgeous humans he had ever seen on planet Earth since Helen herself.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said honestly. “But, more than my expectations. I don’t believe I’ve really introduced myself- I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

He tried it out in his head. Y/N. Y/N L.N, Y/N L/N, Y/N Wick-

“John,” he replied and she sniggered and rested her chin in her palms.

“You’re seriously so handsome,” she complimented. “Are you sure you’re not married, or something?”

Her gaze panned to his hands where she noticed the wedding band, and for a moment, she hesitated. John wasn’t ashamed of the ring, nor embarrassed to be seen wearing it. He toyed with it on his finger, looking at her from across the table. “It’s complicated.”

Y/N nodded meekly. “I see.” She cleared her throat, “divorce? Planned divorce? Affair?”

“No, I’m widowed,” he tried out a joke, but she only looked more uncomfortable. Her mouth gaped and she fumbled for words.

“Oh, John, I’m really sorry- no, really, I’m so sorry,” she stumbled, and John watched her carefully across the table. “God, how fucking insensitive. Sorry, I guess that just. Wow, that never really crossed my mind. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past,” John said, finding finality in that sentence. “I’m trying to move on from it.”

Y/N nodded sympathetically. “No, yeah, wow, I get it. Completely. I...hope I live up to great expectations, then?”

John smiled and looked past her, noticing the waiter rounding the corner with the bottle of rose. “You’re getting there, Miss L/N.”

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shewillreadyou · 3 years

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Becoming: Chapter 8- Cater to you

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N:Settle in for this one. It’s long. Please share, and comment. Let me know what you would like to see happen. Will Liam come through or disappoint her again? Will Raymond lay off?

Disclaimers: All characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Sexual content. FLUFF, ANGST SMUT

Catch up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Word Count: 3945

Pairings: Liam Rhys and MC (Karis Vasquez)

Song inspiration: Cater 2 U- Destiny’s Child

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In Paris

It’s been a long awkward day and a text message from Liam left her even more deflated. She told him that it was ok, and that she understood but in the back of her mind she wondered if this was only a glimpse of the canceled plans, a portrait of how much of a priority she would be if she became his queen. She started to pour herself a glass of wine to soothe the sting in her heart she felt. She stopped and instead took a long swig directly from the bottle. Then she tucked the entire bottle under her arm and headed back into her room.

The next few days seemed like a blur. She texted Liam every day but kept things light, knowing that anything more would spill her true feelings onto the surface. Liam called her early Thursday morning. She dared not answer, sending him directly to voicemail secretly hoping it would elicit the same response as it had last week. She also knew that he knew her well enough that he would recognize the disappointment in her voice straight away.

In Cordonia

Braxton sends a weekly report to Liam concerning Karis’ safety. He has run off a few paparazzi who have taken pictures and noticed one guy following her a few different times, but never close enough to do her harm. Each incident is immediately reported to Liam. Liam was sitting trying to balance a budget following one of his father’s recent hospital stays. After a budget meeting, Liam just can’t seem to figure out the origin of a recurring charge that started the day he came back from Paris the first time after he reconciled with Karis. He confides in Regina who confirms his suspicions.

Meanwhile in Constantine’s office

The phone rings, it’s a phone call he had been expecting.

“Sir, I have the intel on KV, faxing it over now.” The fax comes through and Constantine reads it over.

Impressive, the orphan daughter of an alcoholic and a junkie, and still manages to get a full academic scholarship. Pre-law major with a minor in political science, she had maintained a 4.0 GPA her entire collegiate career while holding down a job. No criminal record, no parking tickets, a credit score of 815. Currently in Paris on a paid internship at Alaris Avocats. Lives alone. The only company she has entertained since in Paris is Liam, one Mr. Matthew David Carusso, and Raymond C. Perry.

He tucks the report into a drawer when he hears a knock on his door.

“Liam, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Father, I wanted to come to deliver the news in person. The council met while you were in the hospital and voted that due to your health and deteriorating mental capacity you are hereby relieved of your duties as the reigning monarch of Cordonia. You are now just a figurehead until my coronation. I told myself that your mental state must be the reason you are gambling with fate.”

“Son, I don’t know what you mean?”

“Save it. Let’s make one thing clear dear Father if we have to revisit this conversation it won’t end well. I have finally managed to do an audit for the month of June.”

All the color drained from Constantine’s face.

“You will pick up the phone this instant and order your man to stand down or you both will face my wrath.”

His face falls. “How did you–”

“The moment I left Paris I put a man on her. I know you don’t know what it means to protect the woman you claim to love. You failed my mother, but you taught me what not to do. Here’s what you fail to realize. I will protect her with my life. Your guy has been made 8 different times. Fortunately for him, he never got within 100 yards of her. My guard has been given an order to end anyone who attempts to harm her.

Meanwhile Thursday afternoon in Paris

After taking a leisurely stroll alongside the Seine River to clear her mind Karis got a text from Raymond.

She was just about to respond when there was a knock on the door. She grabbed her piece and headed to the door. When she cracked the door secretly hoping that it was Liam, she was disappointed to find a stranger in a black suit. She takes the safety off the .22 Liam left with her.

“Who sent you?”

When the man spots the gun, he ducks around the corner.

“Whoa, I am sorry if I scared you ma’am. Ms. Vasquez? I have been sent by Prince Liam. Could you put away the gun and come with me?”

She closed and locked the door and put the gun down in front of her while she called Liam to check the story.

The phone rang only once before he answers.

“Hey, angel!”

“Adonis, don’t you hey angel me. Did you send someone to my place to pick me up?”

He laughs, “Yes, and you pulled a gun on him?”

“That’s not funny. I was scared. What is going on? Where is he taking me? What do I need to bring?”

“I’m sorry, your right dear. I definitely didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to surprise you. Just bring you and stop with all the questions, future attorney. Just leave your weapon at home.”

She removed the magazine and placed the gun back in her small safe. She grabbed her purse, locked her place and followed the stranger out to a town car where again she was expecting to see Liam. Alas, the car was empty. He opened the door and when she settled inside, there waiting was champagne, flowers and chocolates. She smiled as she wondered what Liam could have possibly meant when he said that he wanted to “surprise” her. She knew that if it was anything short of him physically being in her presence she wasn’t interested.

The car quickly navigated the streets of Paris and before long approached the airport. They pulled onto the tarmac where Karis saw the private jet with the Cordonian seal. She had never seen anything like it before. Her mouth went dry, her pulse raced and her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest. Did the jet being here mean that Liam was inside? Before she could investigate further the door opened and the driver in the black suit took her hand to help her out of the car.

“You’ll need to board now, Ms. Vasquez.”

She made her way over to the steps of the private jet, a cocktail of nerves, adrenaline, and excitement course through her body as she ascended the stairs. When she gets to the top, there is a thin blonde who greets her.

“Lady Karis, on behalf of the captain, and flight crew welcome aboard. I’ll show you to your seat and make sure you have a comfortable flight. We should land in Cordonia in approximately 2 hours and 48 minutes. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to make your flight more comfortable.

“I guess I’m going to Cordonia then, huh?”

The flight goes by quickly as Karis reads an ABA journal. She resists the temptation to text Liam and ask more questions. When the plane landed Karis met a handsome older gentleman named Bastien, he was the head of Liam security detail he leads her to a black suv with dark window tents. It looked very similar to the one she spotted in New York the night she met Liam. The door opened and finally, there he was; he looked exhausted. He wore dark shades to hide the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t shaven. Black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt with the first several buttons undone. Damn, he was sexy. She went to greet him properly but Bastien stopped her.

In Cordonia

“Not here, Ma’am.” he hastily helped her into the car and they sped off down the Cordonian roads. Liam gave her an apologetic look as he reached across the seat taking her hand.

“Hey, Angel.”

“Hey, babe. Are you ok? You look terrible. What is going on?”

“It’s a long story. I’m fine. I will explain it all when we arrive at our destination.”

“Adonis? What is the meaning of all of this? Why couldn’t I hug and kiss you? You don’t have a wife or fiance’ your hiding do you? I told you from the start I don’t like bullshit.”

He smiles. “You definitely went into the right field. You are the only woman in my life. You couldn’t kiss or hug me because the paparazzi were all over the place. I will let them know about you when the time is right. They can wait, but for now, I want you to myself.” He squeezed her hand.

She raised her eyebrow, “If you say so.”

“Where are we going? I am not dressed to visit a palace and I’m starving.”

“Then lucky for you, I have all of those things covered.”

Just then they pull into the underground garage of a modern residential building situated on a hill. There are armed guards outside and inside the garage. The driver opens the door for Liam, and he comes around to open the door for Karis. The moment she is on her feet Liam pins her against the side of the vehicle, his lips taking hers in a deep, desperate, longing kiss. She grabbed him by the collar. Her knees buckled and when he finally pulled away they were both breathless. Her eyes widened as she wiped her mouth.

“What has gotten into you?” She smirked, still catching her breath.

“Welcome to Cordonia,” his deep voice rumbled in her ear. He smiled before taking her hand and leading her past the armed guard who stood at attention, into an elevator. He scanned his thumbprint before pressing a button for the penthouse. Bastien had gone ahead of the couple to apparently make sure it was clear. The elevator beeped and the doors slide open to reveal a modern open concept floor plan with floor to ceiling windows.

“It’s my apartment. Make yourself at home.”

Liam leads her through a large bedroom into the closet which is the size of her whole apartment back home. There are mostly men’s clothes and one section with an assortment of women’s clothing.

“Adonis, whose clothes are these?”

“Your’s. Everything here was selected specifically for you. It’s all in your size. You will have several options for the entire weekend. I know that you must be tired after the flight. You will find a basket in the shower with your pear-berry shower gel, scrub, and body butter. There is another basket on the counter top with a new tooth brush and anything else you might need. If there is anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask. Meet me out on the terrace.”

She stands there as tears threaten to spill from her eyes. He snakes his arms around her waist pulling her close. Her back is firmly against his chest. He gently kisses her on the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Hey, whoa, please don’t cry. I promise to feed you after you shower,” he whispers in her ear. She smiles instead turning to gently slap him on the arm.

“You did all this for me?”

“Of course, I want to give you the world.”

“I don’t need the world, Adonis. I just need you.”

She winds her arms around his neck clasping her hands together. She kisses his lips sweetly. “Come shower with me,” she says against his lips.

He smiles nervously, “Karis, I–”

She pouts, interrupting, “You don’t want to?”

He chuckles, “I absolutely want to. But it’s not a good idea. Our food will be cold and we have some things that are very important for us to discuss. But, I promise after, we can take as many showers as you want. There’s a tub in there too.”

“Ok, I’ll be quick.”

He kisses her on the cheek and leaves her to get dressed. When she stepped out of the shower she moisturized and wrapped a towel around her body heading back into the closet. She finds an assortment of lingerie in a gift bag wrapped in tissue paper. She is impressed. There are at least a dozen sets in different styles and colors. She decided on a pair of black lacy panties, a black bra, black shorts and a white blazer. She finished the look with some black and white pumps. She finger combed her hair and put on some lipgloss and headed out to meet Liam.

Liam stands to receive her and his jaw drops eliciting a blush from Karis. She bites her lip as he pulls out her chair.

“Karis you look, wow–”

“Thank you. Please, sit down. While I am hungry, I am more eager to chat about what you wanted to discuss.”

He motions for the chef to bring their dinner. When the entrees are uncovered Karis swoons.

“Adonis! Shrimp and grits? You remembered?” Hot tears spill from her eyes.

“Of course I did. It was the very first meal we ever shared. He reaches across the table and wipes her tears with his thumb.”

“I’ll get to it. I believe that it will give you a clearer picture of why I had to alter our plans this weekend.”

She starts to eat. “I’m listening.”

“First, as you know my father is ill. He has spent a great deal of time in the hospital. In turn, I have had to assume a great deal of his day to day duties. Because of his continued absences, the council had a meeting and has officially removed him as reigning monarch of Cordonia. It has essentially ascended me to the throne as new king of Cordonia. It will be official the night of my coronation. Because of the timeline my coronation has been moved up and the traditional social season won’t happen. I have to choose a fiance by my coronation. You are who I choose. You will always be my choice. Baby, my queen, I need you here with me, by my side.”

Her breath catches at his words. He is going to be the actual king of this beautiful country and he wants her of all people to be his queen.

”I want to be by your side, Adonis. I just have to figure out how to do that without compromising who I am.”

“I’m holding on to that. It’s not a no. I know that you hadn’t made up your mind. But if you decide that this is what you want we would move forward with your citizenship. I know we talked about you needing a house to sponsor you. There will be three houses Domvallier, Ramsford, and Cormery Isle essentially courting you for the opportunity to sponsor you, starting with a welcome ball tomorrow night in the duchy of Domvallier, a brunch on Saturday at Cormery Isle and Saturday night there will be a Beaumont bash.”

Overwhelmed, Karis attempts to change the subject. “Adonis, what about you? You have been talking about me this whole time. You have been working hard, doing your father’s job, you look like you haven’t slept, and planning this weekend for me? Let me just take tonight to take care of you.”

“I’m listening.”

She stands moving around the table and kisses him sweetly on his lips before pouring apple juice into his glass. She takes his fork, feeding him forks full of food while he runs his hand up and down her soft bare leg. She noticed the swell in his pants and smirks and shakes her head.

He smiles seductively. “I have to say that I am thoroughly enjoying being fed by my woman. How else pray tell are you going to take care of me?”

She picks up his glass and places it in his hand. “Drink your apple juice.”

She grabbed the ceramic dish of apple preserves from the table and saunters back into the apartment, looking over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes.

He stands gulping his apple juice down quickly and followed her inside. She leads him to the bedroom. She grabs his hand and motions for him to sit.

“I’ll be right back.” She goes into the bathroom and starts a bath, lighting the aromatherapy candles to set the mood.

She moves back into the bedroom and kneels at Liam’s feet. His expression is unreadable. She unties his shoes and removes them, then his socks rolling them and place them neatly inside his shoe. She stands and bends at the waist making sure he gets a clear view of her cleavage as she removes his cufflinks and begins unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her fingers lightly down his chest before unbuckling his belt and pushing his trousers and boxer briefs to the floor.

“Karis–”

“Shhhhh,” she interrupts, placing one finger on his lips.

She takes his hand leading him to the bathtub. She turns off the water and invites him to get in.

“Are you joining me?” he asks.

She winks and bites her lip, “No, this is about you. Not me.”

She soaks a towel and lathers it up and begins to bathe him. He relaxes under her touch allowing her to take care of him for a change. He was sure that as she toweled his body they would connect. She instructs him to lay across the bed where she begins a full body massage starting with his feet. While she rubs, he groans.

“Tell me, if you had your way, what would this weekend look like?”

She moves to the other foot kneading it with her hands before moving to his calves. His eyes were shut, and a smile crept slowly across his face. Clearly he was enjoying this pampering from the woman he loved.

“In a perfect world, I’d be able to convince you to move here with me when you leave Paris. There are so many reasons that it would be ideal.”

She takes more oil in her hands and starts to stroke his thighs.

“I’m listening,” she says. But touching his body the way that she is, backfires and it is turning her on just as much as it seems to be turning him on. She squeezed her thighs together trying to hold off the white hot passion pooling in between them.

“I spoke with the dean of admissions at Cordonia U and you could still graduate by December if you did your last semester here. It’s a great program and it would be an asset, seeing how you are interested in international law.”

“I’m not convinced, but I’ll consider it,” she said as she straddled him and rubbed up and down his abs and pecs.

His hands move to her waist, “Karis, I really want to talk more, but I can’t concentrate with you being this close to me, touching me like this,” he growls as his hand slowly starts roaming up her side. She moves his hands and rolls off of him.

“I didn’t tell you to touch me your highness,” she smiled.

“Please.”

“Hands behind your head.” she said in a quiet voice.

He complied. She straddles him again and rubs oil on to his bald head as she kisses him. Their tongues tangle for a few moments before Karis moves down to nip as his neck and shoulders.

“Mmmmmmm, angel.”

She takes some of the apple preserves leaving a trail of it down his torso. She then takes her tongue swirling it around his nipple, before she places hot open mouth kisses down his torso licking the apple preserves. His length is so stiff he looks like a sundial. She bites her lips, her eyes dancing.

“See something you like my queen?”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

She crooks her finger beckoning him closer. He grinned as he rose from the bed. She backed him into the wall, hands gripping his thighs. He goes to tangle his hands in her hair.

“Hands behind your head, Adonis. Let me take care of you.” He huffs, but complies. She takes her hand and with her thumb smears the bead of pre cum over his tip. She licks him from base to tip before taking the head in her mouth. Liam’s head falls back in ecstasy. She twirls her tongue around the tip while pumping the shaft with her hand. As she bobs on his length taking more and more with each movement.

“God, you’re an angel. Your mouth is heaven, my queen.”

She looks up at him and leans in making him completely disappear into her mouth. She can feel him throb and twitch and knows he won’t last long. She doubled her effort as she massaged his balls. It was enough to send him over the edge, and he exploded in her mouth. She stood licking the spillage from her lips and then swallowing while gazing into Liam’s eyes. He collapses on the bed.

“That was insane.”

She blushes, “well I am clearly crazy over you.”

He laughs.

“I know, that was cheesy.” She pops the button on her blazer letting it fall off her shoulder.

His breath visibly catches in his throat. “Karis you’re resplendent.”

She shimmies out of her shorts and panties.

“Keep the heels on.” Liam says as he sits up on the edge of the bed.

Karis slowly sways her hips over to Liam straddling his lap taking his lips in a hungry kiss. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close, his bare chest against hers. He breaks the kiss.

“I need to taste you.” he says in a deep baritone voice that vibrates her chest.

She pushes him back onto the bed and straddles his face steadying herself with her palms on his chest. His large hands palm her backside guiding her as she rolls her hips on his tongue.

“So wet and sweet,” his muffled words send electric pleasure currents through her body as he continues to use his tongue with precision. He inserts a crooked finger in search of her g-spot. He alternates from licking to sucking her swollen clit as she moans his name. “Oh, Adonis!!!”

“Let me hear you, my queen.”

His words are enough to make her come undone. Her thighs clench on his head and he continues to flick his tongue as she creams in his mouth.

He flips her over, pinning her ankles above her head. “Your legs go on for days in these heels,” he says. Her only response was a smile as she was still catching her breath. Her sensitive clit still throbbing, Liam plunges easily deep inside of her tight center and she howls.

“How does it feel?” he asks as their bodies slap together, sounding like a slow clap at first.

“Adonis, you are incredible, but I want to be on top.”

He gathers her in his arms and flips her on top without breaking their connection, “as my queen wishes.”

He takes her breast in his mouth as she plunges down on his length. Her pace picks up and he lets out a primal roar meeting her rhythm. “Yes, my king! Give it to me.”

He rolled his hips and tugged her hair. Her body spasmed and tears flowed from her eyes. Watching her orgasm is one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. The combination of her moans, the grind of her hips and the clinching of her center around his length was enough for him to join her over the edge. He pulls her onto his chest and just as they both begin to fall into an easy slumber, there is a knock on the door. Liam slips out of bed and into his boxers before cracking the door.

“Sir, it’s your father. I need you to come with me.”

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gojuo · 3 years

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i’m not in the bnha fandom (i followed u for jjk and ur amazing url) but i just saw your post abt dabi stans. from what i’ve seen of this fandom from the outside looking in, but more from my past fandom experiences, i think a lot of it is wanting to like something but making excuses for “problematic” behavior. kids (and a lot of adults that are just low iq and childish themselves) want to consume and enjoy content while acting like they’re morally correct and have morally correct reasons for liking a character that’s not at all morally correct. “they’re just traumatized and misunderstood” yeah me too rebecca, but i’m not killing anyone smh. like...sometimes ppl are evil and sometimes that’s a result of trauma....but they’re still evil.

sorry this was a rant i just hate ppl like that. like ur allowed to like problematic fictional characters, and stan them as the kids say (i’m like 22 this year wtf am i saying i’m not even old), as long as u recognize they’re also evil. but ppl are scared to admit they’re fave is evil. it’s all a product of cancel culture and i hate that it’s so pervasive in fandom/media enjoyment

first of all, anon, get over here so we can kiss NOW, second of all

I kind of agree but also it’s not really like that ?? To be quite honest, yes I am 22 which is not at all old, yes I am too old to care about what random strangers on the internet have to say about fictional stories. I am literally just sitting here. I’m here to vibe and make dumb posts about my anime boyfriend of the week so it’s just whatever to me.

But, the issue that made me write that post, is that these people who project onto Dabi (which is completely fine by me, I do it too and that’s sort of kind of but not completely but still kind of the point of a fictional character), force him to stay in that victim mentality that he used to have in his childhood. Furthermore, they present him to the rest of the fandom/outsiders as a victim.

Sure, he was a victim when he was a child, and most of the things he’s doing now he would not be doing had it not been because of his childhood trauma, but there’s a limit, you know. Once you’re an adult, it’s your responsibility to start taking the reins of your own life and stop letting others/the past/your trauma/feelings etc. take you down the path of misery. Dabi didn’t do that. Yes his childhood was very traumatizing and sad and none of it was his fault, but once he “committed suicide” and left the household and became an adult, there was no reason for him to continue drowning in his suffering.

And now, as this is a fictional story, it’s fine that he didn’t. I don’t take issue with that. He’s the antagonist and him still suffering in his childhood trauma is the point of his character arc. My issue is the fandom portrayal that the stans are giving him and the message they’re sending to the young impressionable kids (and the other adult children on here).

I hate victim mentality. I hate adults that keep acting like victims. I cannot for the life of me stand adult children. And I can’t stand people that advocate for this shit. Which is what half of the villain stans on here are doing. Yes, Touya was a victim and none of what happened was his fault and the blame lies with the adults, but the second Dabi decided to murder and to join a criminal organization and commit acts of state terror, that’s when he stopped being a victim. And you know what? Hori doesn’t write (adult) Dabi as a victim either! And I love it. That’s how I like to see it, because adult Dabi is a villain. But it’s the fandom that keeps pushing him into the victim spot and it just keeps on grinding my gears.

It’s not about morality and/or making excuses to like complex characters, it’s about woobifying antagonists/villains because they’re projecting. Dabi’s road to redemption and/or peace of mind doesn’t lie with burning down society, killing his father, getting revenge by killing people, or creating anarchy, etc. That’s not how peace of mind (which is what we all need to wish for children that are victims of abuse) is achieved. It’s achieved by letting go of all your hatred and moving forward in life, letting the past (and the pain) be the past. Not letting it influence the you from now. (I’d know because this is what I did with my own issues.)

But what do Dabi stans do? Continue to portray him to the fandom as morally right (with his murdering and terrorizing) because of what his dad did to him when he was a kid. Ok now imagine your brother is incinerated and the excuse is “but his dad beat him as a kid so technically it’s Endeavor’s fault for your brother being burned alive”. Like.............. Dabi is a villain. An antagonist. An adult. He does evil things like killing people in cold blood because he’s off his rockers not because he’s a victim. This sounds like I’m against Dabi or something but I’m not. I LOVE HIM. But Endeavor (yes a child beater), Best Jeanist (annoying man that hasn’t really done anything wrong besides the comment of Dabi keeping his family issues out of the public and being annoying and ugly) and uhhhhh.... (Hawks is a different conversation) while being extremely flawed, they’re still morally better than a mass murdering terrorist lol. (While the reasoning being very selfish, they’re still helping society and upholding order and safety of the people by being heroes.)

And Dabi being a mass murdering terrorist is not like, a reason to hate him. He’s sexy as all hell for that and the reason why I love him. What I need the fandom to do is to stop acting like an adult murderer is a victim. Can’t stand bitches with a victim mentality.

Anyways I rambled a bit and I kind of forgot what the point was but the issue isn’t really people searching for excuses to justify Dabi’s role as a villain so they don’t come off as immoral (because immorality and villainness in fictional characters (not real life people) is sexy and almost always more interesting than characters like Deku who are just.... good. And nothing else. 😐😐😐 and I’ll never complain about such a thing), but more about people that force him into the victim position and act like he’s a poor baby for all of his 23/24 years of living uwu. Thank you for coming to my TED talk <3

#dont rb i'll kill u ---_#<-- supposed to be a gun #answered

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textsfromtbz · 4 years

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→ b u r n i n g love [chapter 13]

→ strangers to lovers!AU, college!AU

→ ji changmin x kim ara (OC/reader)

→ summary: A new face on campus strikes an opportunity for Changmin to take another chance at love. Although the relationship heats up fast, it boils over at the same rate, will their love be able to cool down for the long run?

previous || next

After she finished grooming herself, she put on the newest black lingerie set from her collection. Ara stood in the mirror, looking at how the black lace complimented her figure. Butterflies raged in her stomach at the thought of what Changmin would do after seeing her in her skimpy outfit. Since he’d helped her make up with her friends, she thought this small gesture would make it up to him.

Her body tingled as she walked down the hall to Changmin’s door; she was more excited than nervous. They had kissed, made out and done other things before but tonight could be the first time they’d ever have sex. She took a deep breath before knocking twice on the heavy wooden door. The door swung open before her fist could return to her side, “I thought you’d never come. Hurry and come in.”

“Someone is impatient,” Ara scoffed.

She walked into the apartment and immediately took notice of the amber scented candle burning and how the lamp in the corner dimly lit the room. When she told him to clean up his place, she was half kidding but to her surprise he really did it. Changmin led her to take a seat on the couch and placed his hand on her thigh when she sat down. The warmth through the fabric of the leggings she wore sent a shiver through her body.

“Seriously though, thanks again for the advice. I really thought I blew it there for a moment but I’m glad we were all able to talk things out,” Ara said giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Changmin rubbed up and down on her thigh, “It was no problem. You know that I’m here for you.”

Ara felt the heat grow underneath her clothes. A part of her was just as impatient as him. She looked at him and swallowed the lump in her throat. His hair hung in his face like always and stopped just before his eyes that literally sparkled even in low lighting. His lips stretched into a smile and the little mole near his lower lip beckoned her to kiss it. Her eyes travelled lower over the vein protruding from his neck, feeling the sudden urge to trace it with her tongue. The shirt he wore stretched over his broad shoulders; she secretly loved how small she felt when he hovered over her. She thought back to the times her tiny hands ran across all the ridges of his muscles and how he groaned under her touch. Images of his shirtless torso flashed in her mind as another shiver coursed through her body.

She blinked away the images in her mind and mentally cursed herself for getting carried away in such arousing thoughts, “And I’m sorry for making you take a rain check on our date but trust me, I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Changmin couldn’t hide his excitement as a smirk formed on his mouth and leaned back to rest on the back of couch with his hands behind his head. “Then what’re you waiting for? I’m ready.”

Ara was ready too. She stood up from the couch and unzipped her jacket to reveal her black bra. She let the jacket fall to the ground and turned her back to strip free of her leggings. The further down the fabric went, the more of her bare behind Changmin got to see. He sighed in contentment as he watched her undress in front of him and the blood began rushing to his cock.

She climbed onto his lap and leaned down to kiss him. He kissed her back eagerly, pushing his tongue pass her lips to explore her wet cavern. His hands held her close and gave the plush skin of her behind a tight squeeze. A moan involuntarily fell from Ara’s mouth.

The sensual kiss had taken their breaths away causing the both of them to pull back for some air. Ara took the opportunity to take his shirt off; her hands ripped the shirt over his head and immediately found their place on his chest just like she was imagining earlier. She then moved to place hungry kisses along his neck, starting from his ear to his shoulder. The longer she spent kissing him, the harder his cock felt against her lace panties.

The kisses travelled lower until Ara found her mouth hovering the area below his bellybutton. She stopped to smile at him. His eyes weren’t sparkling anymore...they are dark and full of lust. When she placed a open mouth kiss right above the elastic waist band of his pants, he softly moaned and bucked his hips.

“I’m just getting started,” She teased.

Ara fixed herself on her knees between his legs and dragged his sweats and underwear down with her. She watched his erection spring up and smack his stomach. Her fist wrapped around his length and slowly began sliding up and down. Changmin’s eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure. He melted like butter in her hand.

Her lips peppered kisses on the insides of his thighs as she continued to stroke him. His soft noises gradually became louder; the soft moans turned into harsh groans. She pressed a small peck onto his tip and hummed, “Hmmmm...do you want more?”

“Yes,” He breathed.

Ara complied by closing her mouth around the head and he instantly groaned at the wet feeling. She smeared her saliva all over the head and made sure her tongue grazed underneath where he was most sensitive. Her mouth lowered down toward the base, taking each inch of into her mouth until he touched the back of her thoat. When she withdrew strings of spit followed, a sight that Changmin couldn’t get enough of.

His heavy hand grasped the back of her neck and guided her back down to his aching cock. She fit as much of him into her mouth as she could without gagging and clutched her fist around the rest. With a steady pace, she began to bob her head and hand together up and down his length. As he grew closer to his climax, the hand on the back of Ara’s neck willed her to move faster.

“Your mouth feels too good,” Changmin strained between his teeth.

That was Ara’s cue to pull away and release his throbbing member from her mouth. He breathed heavily, his chest heaved as he tried to maintain his composure. She crawled her way back into his lap and kissed him hungrily. Seeing and hearing the way Changmin was reacting had Ara so aroused that the middle of her lace panties felt slick. The tip poking her clothed core only made her wetter.

He kneaded her behind roughly as they kissed, squeezing the skin until it was marked red. The burning sensation on her skin only made Ara want him even more; she pulled the black lace aside and rocked her wet pussy along his swollen cock. The friction was delicious, she swore she could feel the veins grazing her clit with each time she moved.

It was Changmin’s turn to attack her with kisses. His lips started at her jaw and made their way to her neck and paused to nibble on the lobe of her ear. He continued down the thin skin and sucked the spot at the base on her neck, marking her once more with another red mark. Breathless moans spilled profusely from Ara’s mouth, it was all she could manage in the midst of it all. Her mind fogged with delight as an orgasm approached.

“Fuck me,” She whispered.

The words halted Changmin’s movements. He’d been waiting what felt like forever to hear those words so much so he almost thought she’d never say it. Without any further hesitation, he carried her to his bed and tossed her down onto the mattress. Her back hit with a soft thud. Ara taunted him by spreading her legs wide, putting her gleaming cunt on display for him to see. She slid two fingers between her folds before plunging then deep into her aching hole. A wave of heat washed over Changmin and caused his cock to twitch as he watched.

“I should punish you for teasing me like that,” He said lowly as he eyed her body like a meal deprived man.

“Do it,” She encouraged.

He seized her mouth again; his tongue forcefully entangled with hers as he pulled the black lace down her legs and tossed it away into the corner of the room. Ara drew in a sharp breath when she felt Changmin’s thick fingers enter her and curl towards her gspot. When he began to press her sweet spot, her jaw unhinged and cried out in pleasure. It was like he knew her body better than she did. Her noises urged him to keep going until she was on the edge of cumming on his fingers.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He teased.

His teeth against her ear sent a chill down her spine. She frantically nodded her head, the only response she was capable of at that moment. He smirked against her skin and pulled away, leaving her cunt with nothing to clench around. He wasn’t going to let her cum so easily. After all, it was her suppose to be making it up to him. With one hand, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees while the other hand spanked her behind. His voice was in her ear, “Only good girls get to cum, have you been a good girl?”

“No...” Ara said shamefully.

His fingers made their way between her folds, gathering the juices to spread around the head of his cock before positioning himself at her entrance. Both of his hands held her hips and eased his length into her. A long and drawn out moan left his lips as her walls engulfed him inch by inch. Ara whimpered at such a full feeling, the way he fit inside her was like a hand fitting perfectly into a glove.

Changmin’s voice was in her ear again, “Show me that you can be a good girl and then you can cum.”

Ara knew just what to do. She began to move, drawing his cock in and out of her dripping hole. He grunted at the first impact, loving the sound it made when her ass hit his pelvis. She swore she saw stars when his tip touched her deepest spot, that familiar feeling in her stomach returning with avengence. Changmin knew right then that he was addicted; he wanted this feeling everyday if he could have it.

“Just like that. I knew you were a good girl,” Changmin praised.

She moved steadily, but he insisted otherwise. With his hands on her hips, he aggressively sent her body crashing into his repeatedly at a fast pace. She couldn’t help but squeeze around him as he massaged her sweet spot again. The tightening grip on her skin was making his knuckles turn white. The more she squeezed, the harder and faster his hips snapped.

“Changmin, I-I can’t,” Ara thrashed around at his mercy.

The overwhelming feeling of her climax made it hard for her to speak. She wasn’t sure how much longer she couldn’t hold off on completely bursting at the seams. It was when his hand snuck in between her legs and furiously began rubbing circles around her clit that caused her to explode. He growled from behind her, “Go ahead, cum.”

Ara’s shrill scream bounced off the walls of the bedroom as she came. Her walls convulsed around Changmin and he continued his movements, maybe even harder than he was already going. She couldn’t be sure of it since her orgasm swarmed his senses.

Just when she thought it was over, he withdrew and flipped her over to her back. Ara’s body shook; waves of pleasure crashing over her made her body jolt in all directions. Her vision was blurred but she could still see him underneath the dim light coming through the window. His eyes were in a frenzy, his hair was matted with sweat and his teeth chewed at his bottom lip as he pumped himself up and down.

“Fuck,” He cursed as white hot strings of cum shot out onto Ara’s stomach.

Ara laid there basking in the warm feeling of cum pooling on her stomach. She didn’t think she could move even if she wanted to. Her heart raced, her arms felt like gelatin and her legs were still shaking. Changmin slumped over her body after he finished, barely able to brace himself with his arms. His hot breath fanned over her face as he regained control over his breathing, “Wow.”

“Indeed,” Ara chuckled in agreement.

She needed to clean herself up but before she could even begin to sit up, Changmin was already reaching for the tissues on his nightstand. With a handful of tissue, he wiped the cum from her stomach and the sweat from her face. She couldn’t help but crack a smile at the gesture since no one had ever done that before in her past sexual encounters. He placed one last kiss on her lips before leaving the bedroom, “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

When he returned, he had her clothes (including the panties that’s been tossed away eariler) and a cup of tea in his hands. His smile beamed as she got dressed and settled back down on the bed next to him with the cup of tea. He felt so content just watching her; even her smallest movements made his heart flutter. Her cheeks flushed when she caught him staring, “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

The same flush on her cheeks appeared on his when he spoke, “I’m happy when I’m with you, that’s all. It’s crazy how everything has fallen into place for us.”

“Us?” She almost choked on a sip of tea.

Changmin’s face went pale and he stuttered over his words as he attempted to retract his statement, “I didn’t mean us- like we’re together or anything- I meant that as in we’ve been spending a lot of time together and...”

Ara inturrupted him before he could confuse her even more, “So we aren’t together?”

His head dropped in embarrassment; he palmed his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut hoping that this conversation was just a dream. His heart pounded his in chest as he searched for an answer but the truth was he didn’t know the answer to her question, “I don’t know actually, did we ever say that we weren’t? I guess I just assumed that we were? If we aren’t, I’d like us to be but only if you want to be with me too.”

The words spilled of his mouth like water rushing down a waterfall. The more he spoke, the more Ara’s head spun and she began to feel dizzy. She sat as still as a statue on his bed while her thoughts raced and his words replayed in her head until everything started to jumble together and she couldn’t piece together a cohert response. The panic settled in and her body moved instinctively; she returned the cup of tea to him, scurried to her feet and walked to the door.

“I’ve gotta go.”

#the boyz #ji changmin #the boyz q #the boyz fake texts #ji changmin au #q au #social media au #tbz fake texts #the boyz au #the boyz social media au #college au #strangers to lovers au

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werewolfharrington · 5 years

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Flower ask: also all of them. you get to suffer with me >:3€

oh darlin’ we’re in it now huh

Alisons: Sexuality?

homogay

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

she/they | all gender will be shot on sight

Amaryllis: Birthday?

sept 23rd

Anemone: Favorite flower?

monkshood

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

stranger things or ghost adventures

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

like? distance? a couple miles probably

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.” William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

wild cherry capri sun

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

ima change that to ‘kiss the last person u thought abt kissing’ bc YES

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

*jenna marbles voice* hell yeah!!

Baneberries: Favorite song?

waiting for the end - linkin park

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

chaos

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

i have too many to list !!! brandi, kasey, you, liz, ivy, nick , just to name a few!!

Begonia: Favorite color?

blue uwu

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

foxes !! and opossums

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

night time babey

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

either a fox or an opossum or a raven, i think

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

i wanted to be a vet !!!

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

theyre ok as long as theyre not screaming and/or mine

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

i don’t liike vomit bc. nastey (trauma i think) and i don’t like old ppl well. i dunno why? they’re just so old and fragile and helpless and sometimes they’re really mean and idk i think it’s like something to do w death or something LMAO idk. also i just hate the idea of becoming old and having to rely on other people ?? hhh

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

i was bullied a lot

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

realistically? probably playing dead by daylight with my girlfriend ADFSGRHYUTR

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

happily taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

ireland, scotland, alaska, greece

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

whenever my friends or family tells me they love me but esp when u text me goodmorning or when we say our goodnights sorry im gay haha

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

i have. uuuuhh 6

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

no!!! i want some tho :(

California Poppy: Height?

i think im like. 5′5 or something? give or take an inch ?

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

oh absolutely. my house is haunted as we speak

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

bmth hoodie and pajama pants w foxes all over them. i just woke up lol

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

yeah i always keep one on in the bathroom

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

my sister bc she came home from college yesterday

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

ask me in like. a little over a month from now ;)

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

FONT??? the animal crossing font

Columbine: Are you tired?

oh absolutely

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

thanksgiving, christmas, seeing my gf, magfest

Coneflower: Dream job?

idk if it’s a job but i just wanna own like. a ranch that takes in all sorts of animals and takes care of them

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

ooooh yeah

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

i mean. depends on what they want/need. distance wise? i’d travel the known universe for u

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

he was a plaid teddy bear his name was Stanley!!!! i miss him :( but now i have Little Moon God as my favourite stuffed animal

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libro

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Working in Yellowstone is something I’ll never forget

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

well. hmm. i was gonna say flying to yellowstone but maybe driving to north carolina by myself bc driving long distances alone to places i haven’t been before gives me hella anxiety (i’m better now)

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

i don’t pay rent in this house to listen to their opinions lmao.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

you, i think, when we said goodnight last night!!! EDIT: you this morning!!

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

being bad at dead by daylight

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

dead by daylight

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

(little over a month now but uhhh) GOT A UH ......GIRL.....FRIEND ...... GOT TO VISIT GIRLFRIEND ........ and got the windshield finally replaced in my car

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

i dont know! so far ive laid in bed now im at my computer answering this. not too bad. my shift is only 4 hours today.

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

for the most part, i’m pretty content, yeah

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

MOVE OUT

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

my friends, my mom, my sisters, my girlfriend, my bastard dog

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

metal

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

what does this mean. physically, i’m very affectionate, i just. don’t show it alot bc anxiety/i overthink. that and i constantly tell ppl i love them and what they mean to me

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

whoever is reading this

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

wake up next 2 a cute girl. take way too long to get up. go climb mountain w cute girl. vibe on mountain w cute girl. go to waffle house 2gether. gome home and vibe. play video games or watch a movies/tv w cute girl.

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

i like to make art or play bideo jame

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

oh gosh i dunno. the ones i’ve known the longest are kasey and brandi, and i’ve known them both around/over a decade i think. we met in middle/highschool!

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

you, ivy, liz

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

so many

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

idk man but i remember when you said u had a crush on me and then i posted a selfie and u were like ‘OH NO SHE’S CUTE” and like ??? idk i think that was definitely the first compliment to ever shock me LMAO

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

6.9/10

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

my tattoos

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGGViLwHEUk

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

i liked to play zombies ate my neighbors on the sega genesis !!!!

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

eliza !!!! we lost touch a few years after i moved away :(

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

ima be real everything makes me feel guilty

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

aaaaaa the whole abi/moon incident

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

my name is fox. it means i like foxes

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

northern virginia babey !!!! that place fucking sucks!!! but everyone who lives up there thinks they’re hot shit.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

i had a bunkbed and i think the walls were pink

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

😬 i’m just gonna say i’m much happier now and i’m coping with life and shit a lot better

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

she’s sweet and funny and i love her so much!! she always does the Most for everyone, sometimes to the point where she isn’t concerned abt herself and i see where i get it from. but yeah my mom is great, my dad doesn’t deserve her

Onions: Tell about your dad.

source of a lot of trauma and why i have so many issues regarding men. i don’t wanna talk about him anymore LOL he doesn’t deserve the attention

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

my dad’s mom is becoming senile and i think she’s racist and queerphobic. my mom’s parents disowned her a few years ago so we don’t talk to them anymore

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

i dunno. i don’t try to remember my birthdays. whenever i can go to busch gardens for my birthday i usually have a lot of fun there.

Peony: What was your first job?

if you don’t wanna count working w my mom as a florist, target was my first job back in 2016. i found my name tag the other day , actually

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

WELL, i know you followed me on here first. and then twitter?? but we didn’t really start talking until stranger things 3 came out (thank u stranger things) PHYSICALLY, we didn’t meet until fursonacon (haha. i remember when u texted me that u got to the hotel and i came down to help n i saw u unloading yr car and it was then that my brain was like OH NOOOOOOOO and my heart was like OH YEEEEAAAAAAAH)

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

physical, mental, or emotional? i play a video game or listen to loud music

Pink: Where is home?[

somewhere in appalachia i can feel it in my stupid soul

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

idk man i’m pretty content w where i’m at now so

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

chester bennington

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

i have a waife and we have many great pets and we live in a log cabin in the mountains or in a nice victorian in a small town or something IDK but we’re happy and that’s all that matters

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

God

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

my mom, me best friends, my girlfriend

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

my girlfriend’s laugh because it’s THE cutest shit and then when she giggles??? oh my heart

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

oct 23rd, 2005, we brought Fat Boy Zack home !!!!

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

July 22nd, 2016. i was 2200 miles away

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

to be holding my girlfriend >:(

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

those i hold dear

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

enough, i guess?

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

my girlfriend

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

it’s fucking BORING and TOO EASY and they don’t pay me ENOUGH but i can get away with so much shit there so ima still go, ima still go

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

all of the flannels currently in my possession

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

mountains, woods, forests, cabins, autumn, cryptic, occult, victorian, edwardian

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

if someone gets me a gift i’m legally required to execute them

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

this 40hr workweek i got coming up

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

i have not read in So Long

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Moved out away from here lol, we’ll see

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

i’m a furry

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alwaysinspirit · 6 years

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Waffles

pairing: kim seokjin x reader genre: fluff, mentions of drinking and sex (lucas voice: but it’s okay, man) word count: 1,484

summary: You wake up in a stranger’s bedroom to the smell of sweet delights.

a/n: All those pics of Jin’s back while he was cooking in the kitchen has led to this lol. Also thinking of how he’d be like after a one-night stand. 😳🙈 The more I think about it, though, I just thought of Leslie Knope and the love we share for waffles.

You don’t know what woke you up first: the delicious smell of waffles or the throbbing headache swelling in the back of your head. With a groan you tried to sit up but failed against your lethargy. You turned your head towards the bedside clock to see it was a little past nine in the morning.

But there was something off. That wasn’t your clock. You mustered up enough strength to rest on your elbows, looking around the room. This wasn’t your bed, those weren’t your pictures on the wall, and this was definitely not your room.

You automatically checked under the sheets. Relief washed over you to see your dress from the night before still on your body, albeit more wrinkled than usual. You scrambled for your phone, checking any messages for evidence of what happened. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t recall much on your own.

There were a bunch of texts received past midnight from your friends, all filled with queries as to where you were, if you were okay, to be safe, etc. Another dead end it seemed. You decided to message Byulyi as she was the only one you could somewhat remember was with your group.

You [9:08]: Byul-ah, where are you?

The phone dinged almost immediately, shocking you at how quickly she responded.

Byul [9:09]: YOU! YOU’RE ALIVE

You laughed a little, shaking your head. At the same time, however, a noise rattled beyond the bedroom door. You tensed up, your thumbs tapping your phone furiously.

You [9:09]: Of course I am ㅋㅋ But do you know what happened last night?

Byul [9:10]: ??? LOL WHAT r u not home yet

You [9:10]: …Byul, we live together

Byul [9:11]: omg ur really not in your room

Byul [9:11]: OMG YOU DID IT DIDN’T YOU FINALLY DAS MY GURL

You [9:12]: STFU just fill me in on where tf I am

Byul [9:12]: last we saw you, you were talking to one of the guys from my class

Byul [9:13]: you guys seemed in your own world we decided to let him take care of you

You [9:13]: …you left me with a complete stranger???

Byul [9:14]: no! he’s great, known him for a long while now

Byul [9:14]: if you saw yourself, like before you went nuts, you guys were vibing hard

Byul [9:14]: how could you expect me to ruin that? :wink:

You blushed at the silly emoji, mentally shoving your roommate. Soft music started playing outside of the stranger’s bedroom.

You [9:15]: I’ve been smelling waffles since I woke up but I’m too scared to get up

Byul [9:15]: ㅋㅋㅋ why???

You [9:15]: I don’t even know his name!!! I don’t even remember if we did anything!

Byul [9:16]: you’ll be fine lol his name is Kim Seokjin, but we just call him Jin

Byul [9:16]: have fun, use protection! :wink:

You threw your phone on the bed, scoffing at her last text. As you looked around the room, it looked too tidy for anything to have happened. So how did you even end up at this Kim Seokjin’s place?

With some courage from Byulyi you finally got up from the bed and out the door. You tiptoed barefoot on the hardwood floor through the hallway, following the smell of freshly made food. A male figure stood in the kitchen with his back turned, his focus on measuring instant coffee.

You stood at the counters, studying the man you apparently decided to go home with. His shoulders were broad under his simple white tee, his figure accentuated by his slim-fitting joggers. He hummed along with the acoustic melody, his jet-black hair slightly swaying with his nodding head. You shifted in your place, cursing yourself for already being infatuated by his back alone.

“Good morning…” you greeted, your voice meek and slightly scratchy. You cleared your throat as he turned around, both off you caught off guard by the other. Him, from you being behind him so suddenly; you, for how equally good-looking his front was.

“You’re up!” He flashed you a wide smile, walking to you. You sat on one of the stools as he stood across from you on the other side of the counter. He handed you a cup of coffee before opening his refrigerator. “Would you like any cream or sugar?”

“Just creamer, thanks.” He nodded, handing it to you. You poured a spoonful into your coffee, watching him take a sip from his own mug.

Both of you were silent as you drank. It was difficult to look at him because whenever you did, you noticed how he has been eyeing you the whole time. You instead chose to admire the spread in front of you: strawberries, sausages, and the waffles you’d been smelling all morning next to a bowl of whipped cream.

“This looks amazing.” You finally looked up at the man, smiling at him slightly.

“Eat up.” He gestured towards your plate, grabbing a waffle and placing it on yours. “This is Sober Me apologizing for Drunk Me.”

You laughed at him, nodding in quiet agreement. You took some whipped cream and took a bite of your waffle, savoring the fluffy and sweet taste. You glanced at him eating as he stood.

“I know this may seem be rude,” you started, fiddling with waffle on your plate, “but I don’t remember if we introduced ourselves to each other yesterday…”

He laughed, leaning against the counter. “No, I remember your name,” he said, pronouncing it perfectly. “Do you remember mine?

Your face turned as red as the fruit in front of you. A cheeky grin plastered his face as he dipped his waffle into the whipped cream. “You’re Jin.” Thank goodness for Moon Byulyi. “I’m sorry for anything that I may have done last night.”

“Don’t be, I had fun.” Jin picked a sausage with his fork, nibbling off one end nonchalantly. “It looked like you did, too.”

His confidence would’ve been annoying if he wasn’t so charming. He must be right, though, otherwise you wouldn’t have ended up here. You were never the type to do a one-night stand or even spending the night at a stranger’s. You bit your lip as you mulled over the question that’s been on your mind since you woke up.

“We didn’t do anything, though, right?”

Jin laughed even louder than before but recovered quickly. “No,” he said in between mouthfuls. Your shoulders relaxed, not realizing they were tensed up to begin with. “Why? Would you have liked for something to have happened?”

Your eyes grew as big as the plates in front of you, suddenly not able to respond. He winked at you as he bit into a strawberry. “But maybe next time.”

EPILOGUE: the evening before—

“I just want to eat breakfast food and not think about it all the damn time!” you drunkenly yelled into Jin’s ear. He held you with your arm across his shoulders, his free arm anchoring your waist to his, as the two of you chaotically made your way into his apartment.

“I totally get what you mean,” he slurred. Both of your feet shuffled sloppily towards his bedroom, opening it with a bang. He giggled as you stumbled through, falling on your back on his bed. Jin leaned against the doorframe watching you. His face scrunched up as he was lost in thought. “Wait, I don’t get what you mean.”

“C’mere.” You patted the spot next to you. He almost tripped as he lay next to you, his body turned towards you. You sighed, staring at the ceiling.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t want this to be a one-night stand.”

He smirked at you, seeing the pout forming on your face. Jin reached out and caressed your rosy cheek, making you close your eyes at his touch.

“I don’t want to think about having to lose it to be done with it,” you continued, your words starting to falter on top of each other. “I want it to happen when it happens and not because of Byul and Seulgi egging me on about it every other day.”

He watched you silently, brushing a few strands of hair over your ear. “You just want to eat breakfast food?”

You nodded slowly, turning on your side towards Jin. “Yeah,” you whispered, peering at him with a flushed face. “I bet sex doesn’t even compare to breakfast food.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. “What’s your favorite thing to eat in the morning?”

Your eyes started to shut, a content hum leaving you. “Waffles.” He held in a laugh as he saw you lick your lips. “With extra whipped cream.”

Jin smiled as you fell asleep, seeing the frustrated expression on your face melt away. He grabbed the blankets and enveloped both of you, pulling you closer to him as he joined you in your slumber.

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justoneday-namjoonii · 7 years

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Midnight Circus pt.3

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→ reader ☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au ☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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He stood in front of the kitchen counter, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. The rest of the guys were still asleep and he woke up uncharacteristically early—curtesy of you. He found himself thinking about you anytime he looked out that window—replaying what had happened the previous night. It was nothing in hindsight, he's kissed countless girls, but not like that. He's never done anything like that, not with a girl like you.

He scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, looking through his phone as he chewed noisily. He was going through his texts messages when he looked down—he wondered if he should text you about your body wash, or body.

You rolled out of bed, not making a single sound as you tiptoed to the bathroom. Everyone decided to sleep in but you woke up on your internal clock. You thought you'd shower before everyone got up. Of course, Jennie miraculously awoke from her deep slumber, rubbing her eyes as you brushed your teeth.

“Hey, good morning...sorry I fell asleep on the movie last night.” She got up, still attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“All of you guys fell asleep, I knew you couldn't hang.” You giggled, squirting toothpaste on your toothbrush. The other girls were sleeping and Jennie looked like she was about to go back to sleep, you secretly hoped she would—you needed to run out for a little bit. You closed the bathroom door, stripping your clothes and turning on the water. Shoot. You don't have anybody, and you can't use just anybody wash, you have sensitive skin. You threw on a robe and that's when saw a missed text from Jungkook.

[1:04] Jungkook: you forgot something babe

[1:05] Jungkook: it smells good, it litterally smells just like you

[1:05] Jungkook: i might just keep it if u dont come and get it

The fact that he even bothered to tell you that surprised you a bit, normally he could care less if it meant helping you. Him threatening to keep it was just a bluff, he talked like that all the time—you’ve built an immunity to it. He was being pretty flirtatious, but then again he was like that to you sometimes. Instead of sending back a heated text, you decided to be an adult about it. You tied your robe tight and decided to walk right over there and get it. With a pair of slippers on, you marched over to their cabin, not bothering to knock, knowing they didn’t lock the doors. It was surprisingly quiet, they’re asleep. Suddenly, you saw Park Jimin, walking from the second bathroom with sleepy eyes, he looked so cute in the morning. You sighed, sad to see him go back to his room, but you were here for different things.

You gave yourself a mental high five for making little to no sound. You walked into the bathroom and to your dismay, it was gone—why would he tell you to come get it if it was gone. You looked around and peeked into the kitchen, where he sat at the bar stools. Shirtless with a bowl of cereal, and your body wash on the counter beside him.

“Pervert.” You stood there, arms crossed with a frown on your face—he had the audacity to look good this morning. His fluffy brown hair, his slightly puffy cheeks looking all too adorable.

“You’re no better than me, you’re a peeping tom.” He retorted, leaning back in his chair too with your body wash in his hand. You walked over to him peacefully, extending your hand to grab it.

“No, I'm not.” You gave him a sour expression, bunching your brows together at the accusation. “Give me my soap.”

“I saw you peeking in to look at Jimin, you're really not stealthy.” He laughed, seeing a heated blush come to your cheeks. You weren't even peeping per se, you were just looking until the cost was clear—it's not your fault Jimin happened to be there.

“I-I, I was not.” You snatched the body wash, turning around to walk away but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, making you try to pull your arm a little.

“Wait. As much as I surprisingly enjoyed that kiss last night,” He bit his bottom lip, sort of swinging your arm a little as a gummy smile appeared on his face. “You interrupted my swim, and you were rude to me. I think you owe me an apology for that...” He got off the chair and towered over you, mirroring you with tightly crossed arms.

“No. You owe me an apology, for pulling me in with your evil ass and then infecting me with your ‘kissed everything but the kitchen sink’ lips.” You were actually equally upset about another issue—a more visible issue. You two sort of stared at each other like he was attempting to get something out of you. Out of absolutely nowhere, he pulled your robe for a split second, revealing the small fading red mark. He smirked, opening that big mouth of his to say some crap about it.

“You can easily hide that, you’re lucky you weren’t that bitchy last night, I would’ve left a darker one.” He laughed, taking his bowl to the sink and rinsing it out. “And for the record, you didn't try to fucking stop me Y/N, not even a little...” His tone sounded a bit lower, he looked at you with knowing eyes—you don't have time for this.

“Goodbye Jungkook.” You decided to leave him and his immaturity right in this cabin. You knew you'd have a later conversation about this, he wasn't gonna get away with leaving this mess on your skin—not today. Jin walked out of his room, glancing at you as you ran out the front door. He was probably wondering why you just ran out of here with a pink robe on and slippers.

“Y/N, please drive us, please~” Nayeon had started pestering you when you came out of the bathroom. They started talking about the movies and somehow it was mentioned that you'd be excellent to drive everyone. Your plan was to take a jog around the lake and then go to the sauna—not play chauffeur.

“Yeonie, I really wasn't planning on doing that, I wanted to spend a little time alone.” You plopped down on the couch, propping your feet up on the center table with your phone in hand.

“You didn't come here to spend time alone, you came here to spend time with us,” Naeun said from the recliner, scrolling through her phone mindlessly.

“Yeah, so you don't have a choice but to come.” Beah chimed in on the conversation, coming to sit on the beanbag in the corner.

“Whatever...” You groaned—this wasn’t so bad, going to the movies was actually something you’ve wanted to do. You started to think about last night, and how you were going to avoid letting something like that happen again. Jungkook was sending you really mixed messages, quite literally—he sent really random texts. One minute he’s blatantly ignoring you, the next he’s trying to get in your pants.

Everyone got up of and finally decided to go out. Jin, Beah, and Tae took one car. Namjoon, Naeun, and Jungkook took the other. And you were left with the pleasure of riding with Jimin. And Nayeon tagged along.

“Get in the back, I call shotgun.” You smirked, she shot you a bitter look before getting in the back. You happily got in the front seat, suddenly feeling a tinge of excitement—or nervousness, from sitting in the car with him. He got in the driver's seat, put his seatbelt on and put the car in drive—why was that the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. All he did was Joon himself in and you were practically red-faced when he glanced at you with a small smile.

“Jin had suggested we go to get something to eat first, that sounds good to me,” Jimin said, pulling out of the parking space.

“Mm, me too...” Thanks to Jennie, everyone is in a group chat and she sent directions to the restaurant. Jimin said he would just follow that car in front, which was Jin’s car. A few minutes went by and you were making small talk, you asked what he liked about his dance academy, he asked about college.

“So, what university are you going to?”

“That’s a tough question.” You thought, trying to think through your answer. “I haven’t decided yet, I have a few in mind.”

“Do you want to go out of state?”

“Definitely not. Paying dorm fees to room with a stranger I might hate, not my cup of tea...” You chuckled a little, thinking of how odd that must’ve sounded. 18 years old but not dying for 100% freedom—it just wasn’t something you thought was necessary.

He laughed. “I figured as much.” He smiled, seeing your expression turn and your cheeks blush slightly.

“What's that supposed to mean?” You glared a little, what the heck did he mean by ‘I figured as much’?

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” He giggled nervously, instantly realizing how he went wrong in his wording. “I just meant- You seem like you have your head on straight, that’s a good thing, you know what you want in life.” Nice save, he thought to himself.

“Oh...” That should’ve flattered you, it was a compliment after all but instead, it made you upset. For some reason you didn’t want to be known for that, you weren’t sure what you wanted to be known as but you knew it wasn’t that. “Well I’m not walking on sunshine or anything, I have my issues just like everyone else...” You glanced at the mirror in the middle of the car and saw that Nayeon was fast asleep, you were glad she wasn’t hearing this.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re so mature about this kind of stuff, you even admit that you have issues.” He grinned at you. “Y/n, it’s attractive.” He gave a smug smile, one similar to one Jungkook would give you. You two shared eye contact before you were rudely interrupted by the beeping of a horn.

That little moment was over—it was nice while it lasted though...

A few more minutes and you were at the small plaza, fussing at Nayeon to wake up. She got out and texted the others, telling them that we’ve made it. “I have to pee...” Nayeon groggily walked inside, not caring to wait around for you and Jimin. You got out and stretched, bending forward and to the side to get the crooks and stiffness out of your muscles.

“You and Jungkook are close right?...” You really didn’t know how to make that question sound and less random and nosy. He nodded his head, smiling a little, why was he smiling?

“Yeah, I thought you were pretty close friends with him?” How dare he insinuate that you’d have any interest what so ever in that overgrown rug rat.

“More like acquaintances...” Your eyes drifted to the pavement as your mind recalled the odd run-ins you’ve had with that boy. The conversation ended on that and soon you saw the others arrive, all heading for the food court. You walked with Jimin to get some food and you just talked and talked. He was genuinely interested in what you had to say. He let you talk, he was respectful, sweet and kind.

That was getting on a certain someone’s nerves—he just wouldn’t stop glaring at you.

You smile at Jimin, glared at. You glance at Jimin, glared at. You so much as breathe the air near Jimin, glared at. Jungkook was sitting at the table opposite from you and when you got up to go get more napkins, you could assume who would be walking right behind you. You grabbed a few napkins and Jungkook freaking shoved you into the counter subtly enough to make it look like you’re just clumsy.

“Ouch!” You hissed. “What the heck Jungkook?” You shoved his chest, but he barely moved a centimeter; why did he have to be so dang solid?

“You don’t want any more bruises from me so I suggest you quit being so fucking forward with him.” He was seriously trying this right now, you couldn’t believe how he could shove people into counters and expect that person to be chill. And why would he care if you got involved with Jimin? He didn’t like you anyway, so what’s the problem???

You started to laugh, legitimately just tickled by your sudden realization. “So you mean to tell me, Jeon Jungkook, the guy with a disturbingly extensive booty call list, is jealous? Of me?—I’d say I’m flattered but I’m just, not.” His face contorted in almost disgust, he was either offended or shocked and you were acting like you were on some high horse.

“Bitch? Deflate your ego for a second, I’m not complimenting your crazy ass. I’m telling you to stop throwing yourself at people.” Jungkook just stormed off, muttering something under his breath as he went back to his seat. You giggled, you felt like you really had the upper hand today. He’s sitting around moping for no reason and you think it’s fucking hilarious. You took your happy hips and sat extra close to Jimin, batting your lashes and smiling from ear to ear when Jimin started laughing at something Jungkook had said. How could he talk about your ego?

After everyone ate we walked to the movies, you paid for your ticket and so did everyone else. You’ll be in a dark room, for almost two hours, with Jungkook, who you just provoked. Whatever, you shrugged.

“I’ve been waiting for this to come out in theaters.” You sat next to Jennie and Jimin, holding the popcorn in your lap for the three of you to share. You actually got into the movie and for the first time, you actually relaxed. You were enjoying your little vacation. And some time within the movie, Jimin leaned on your shoulder, your heart couldn’t take how cute that was.

“My lips are so dry...” You looked down and Jimin was licking his lips, and being the dry lipped human you were, you had lip balm in your bag.

“Here...” You whispered, holding your lip balm up for him to grab. He grabbed it and thanked you for opening it up to put it on those perfect peach like lips. When he handed it back your cheeks could help but get rosy at the very indirect kiss. “Thanks.” He sorts up sat up a little.

Suddenly you regretted drinking that 32 oz cup of water. The movie was right at the end and you couldn’t wait, you had to pee or this was going to end badly. You handed Beah the popcorn. “I have to pee.” You got up and ran out to the bathroom. Little did you know, Jungkook decided he’d follow you, he had some things to tell you that just couldn’t wait.

You went to the first stall and did what you had to do. You stood at the sink and washed your hands, looking in the mirror to see the mark on your neck. It wasn’t that noticeable, but it was annoying to know where it came from. Who it came from, to be specific. You were appalled by Jungkook, yes. But would anyone even believe that after what you did?...

You heard a sing-song whistle when you walked out of the bathroom, you looked around to see where that voice was coming from. He stood in the corner beside the boy's bathroom, hands in his pockets and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. You ignored him, walking back to the theater with the role of your eyes.

He didn’t follow you, he assumed you’d figure out that the movie was just about over and you have to pass him eventually. He smirked when he saw you walking back to your friends by your side. It was around 8 or 9 and that meant the night was still young.

And all throughout the night, you felt a buzz going around in the atmosphere. A bunch of young people with an attraction to excitement, a craving for the unknown; that’s what it felt like. You all weren’t sure where you were going but you let the night lead the way. You were now in the car with Naeun and Jennie, the windows were down, the air felt refreshing to your warm cheeks.

“Why is he turning? Doesn’t he know where the cabins are?” You asked, seeing the car turn to an odd direction and speed off. For some reason, your stomach just twisted at the potential outcomes of this seemingly innocent right turn.

“Mhm, but let’s follow him.” Naeun sounded too okay with ending up wherever the universe decided, you thought maybe you should feel the same—there’s nothing to lose honestly. Soon you caught the eye of an old carnival-like park, it was sort of hidden by the trees but the closer we got the more it looked kind of scary. There was a medium-sized parking lot and it was vacant, and there was an old tire place across the road.

“What is this place?” Beah got out of the other car and Namjoon, Taehyung and Nayeon got out too.

“I don’t know, ask Jungkook, he suggested this place.” Jimin got out the back and Jungkook got out the front seat.

“Jungkook, what is this place?” Jin asked, stretching his arms and yawning.

“It's an old fair or carnival thing, it only opens it in the fall.” He smirked, looking back at the Ferris wheel and other rides and stands.

“Wait, let’s get ice cream first.” Tae suddenly spoke, he explained that there was an ice cream placed behind the fireplace. You were sure he was trying to avoid going in. “Then we can go in there...” He sort of awkwardly smiled and you were surprised everyone actually agreed to go.

“Come on Jungkook.” Namjoon signaled for him to follow but Jungkook shook his head.

“Nah, you guys go ahead, I’m gonna check it out.” You weren’t sure if anyone else saw it but he just gave you the most suspicious look—what was he planning?

It seemed you were stuck in the middle—either go get ice cream with friends you loved and always had a good time with—or go see what Jungkook was doing. Of course, you chose the safe and smart choice—follow Jungkook.

Everyone assumed you would follow them so they starting walking off, Jungkook shot you a dashing grin before disappearing through the old ticket stands. Suddenly you were a lot more scared than you initially thought. There were a few lights from some of the rides but it didn’t really lighten your path.

“Jungkook...what’re you doing? You know you’re trespassing...” Your voice was like a little kid, he thought it was hilarious. You kept quiet, walking over to the mirror maze—you peeked inside, he wasn’t there.

“Ah!” You jumped when heard a loud stomp on metal and you turn around to see Jungkook, playing around on the swirly ride with a giggle. You frowned, watching him come down to you with a smirk. “What is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jungkook walked down the creaky old metal stairs to get to you. “Did the baby girl give up ice cream, just to follow me?”

“Shut up. You’re on private property and you’re gonna get arrested.” You spoke in a matter of fact tone as if you weren’t standing here with him.

“And so are you.”

“True...” You had to agree, if the police came now you’d be in the same amount of trouble.

“You are unbelievable sometimes.” He started walking off and you followed him.

“What? What are you talking about?” He just scoffed, glancing at you before running off to the Carousel. You walked over to the carousel slowly, intrigued by the colorful and gold horses and cute little sitting areas. He leaned on one of the horses and you could’ve sworn he was pouting.

“I don’t know why I followed you...You’re so immature.” You sighed, standing on the edge of the platform.

“Oh, you know why y/n. You followed me because you want what I gave you last night, don’t you?...” Your brows furrowed and you’re cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d follow me. I wanted to talk to you while you weren’t trying to undress Jimin.”

“Excuse me? Fuck you Jungkook. And what happened last night was a mistake and it’s never happening again, bastard.”

“Yes, the hell it will happen again. I liked it, and you did too.” He fluffed his hand through his hair to give you a breathtaking view of his face. “Of course that’s the only thing I really like about this situation, everything else is too much of a hassle.” He came to stand beside you, looking up at the sparkling stars just like you were doing. “I fooled around with you and you didn’t have a problem with it, don’t you find that weird? Don’t read this the wrong way, I’m not trying to date you but I do want your body.”

“That was disgustingly blunt Jungkook.” You distorted your face in disgust but he just laughed.

“I just want to touch you, and all that physical shit, that’s the shit I keep coming back to you for.” A few weeks ago the last thing on his mind was you, he could’ve cared less, and he still doesn’t really care—so what was he trying to do? “And so do you.”

You attempted to hide your shock but it was pretty evident on your face. “No, I don’t. You’re not irresistible...” You scoffed. “In fact, you’re sickening, and you don’t appreciate women. You think I’m here to satisfy your nasty hormonal urges and I, for one will not contribute to this!” You got louder the angrier you got. “I can’t believe you, of all people, were my first-...” You paused, hearing the others come near with the sound of giggles and lively conversation. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.” He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you. “I’m not done talking to you.” He hissed.

“Hey! Stop!” You winced as his grip got tighter and he groaned in annoyance. He took you into what looked like a bathroom, you pulled away when you caught sight of the men’s urinals, you almost gagged. “We are not talking in this bathroom, or doing anything else in this nasty place.” You looked up at the dim lights and eerie dark stalls—he had no class at all.

“Shut the fuck up for one fucking second.” He pushed you against the wall, the dirty, probably 15-year-old brick wall. He kissed your jaw and you kneed his thigh.

“No! Leave me alone!” He was taken aback when you pushed him and ran out of the bathroom—knowing he liked to chase, it wasn’t the best idea to run.

You ran out, seeing Namjoon and the others looking at you weird—and Jungkook running after you.

“Y/n! What’re you doing!?” Nayeon shouted, watching you run off somewhere. They watched Jungkook run after you and your heart was racing, what if they saw you and assumed something?

You ended up in some arena that you assumed was used for performances. You ran up to the bleachers and hid in the outside portion, attempting to see if he’ll come. You sat there for a few minutes, it was dark and there was a slight breeze. Sitting here was starting to freak you out a little bit. You heard a creaking sound.

“Jungkook?” You looked around, actually hoping you’d see him and not some demonic clown or something. Slowly, you walked down the stairs, looking left to right for anyone who might be lurking around. You left the arena, anxious to leave this creepy place.

“Jungkook?...” The sound coming from you stepping in the grass was creeping you out, the clown paintings and old carnival games only made it worse. Abruptly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and turned you around.

Jungkook quickly cupped your face and smothered your lips with a very quick peck. “Let go!” You kept trying to get away but he was literally dragging, taking you to some corner. “You're so fucking cute.” He laughed, his hands finding their way to your wrists, pinning them against the concrete wall. “Why do I like that so much? You run and I just want to catch you and eat you up.”

“If you like it so much you should find someone else, someone who doesn’t want to kick you in the balls 24/7.” You smiled coyly, trying to free your arms, but he wasn’t having it. “Jungkook let go, someone’s gonna see-”

“Let them see, I don’t fucking care.” He gave you a predatory look, chewing his bottom lip out of habit.

“If you’re gonna force me to kiss you, do it already so I can go...” You were blushing so much from the situation, he just had to laugh. You looked down, swallowing, the air suddenly seeming thick and hot—you couldn’t breathe.

“I want you to kiss me, then you can go.” He grabbed your chin, bringing your lips but a centimeter from his. Jungkook looked so young, so beautiful and you knew you shouldn’t give in to him—you couldn’t.

“No-”

He pressed his forehead to yours with a wicked smile. “I'm not kidding. I want my apology kiss...”

You scoffed.“Wow. You’re apology kiss? Someone’s a little desperate.” You smirked. “There are plenty other girls here, yet you choose me to do this too, the one that hates you.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” For some reason, he looked a bit hurt, like he forgot he was talking to you. He let go of your arms, tonguing at his cheek in frustration.

What do I have to lose?

To his and your surprise, you pulled him down by the back of the neck and kissed him—what am I doing?

His eyes fluttered shut and his head was spinning. His arms snaked around your waist and there was no way you would be able to get out of his grip. He groaned this was what he wanted, this is what he’s been thinking about for the last 24 hours. It was all good until you felt his hands travel down to your butt and deemed it was time to stop. It was quick and painless.

“There’s your kiss...” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand—you weren’t sure what to do now and he was as flabbergasted as you.

Was the infamous Jeon Jungkook—....blushing? His cheeks were pink from the heat and his lips were flushed. Why was that such an ego boost? Suddenly he leaned down and pulled your collar towards him so he could give you a peck on the lips, making you widen your eyes a bit and bite your bottom lip.

“Jung-”

“One more, baby girl...” He chuckled a little, he wanted to see that look again. He pecked the corner of your lips this time, making your stomach turn in excitement.

“Hey, we’re headed back to the-...” Namjoon paused, looking at Jungkook then you, very close to each other. He gave an awkward smile as Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “To the place...” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, um,” You glanced at Namjoon with a red face.“ok thanks.” You ran past Namjoon, covering your mouth in embarrassment. The two of them watched you run offl—this was too awkward to endure.

“So uh Jungkook, what did I just see? Do you and Y/n have something going on? I thought you guys really hated each other but apparently not. Since you were just kissing her.” Namjoon gave Jungkook a look as he just shrugged, walking past his hyung to avoid any questioning—but Namjoon was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“We don’t have anything. Why would we have something going on?” Jungkook shrugged once again, a slight dissatisfied look on his face. He could tell Jungkook was getting defensive and irritated.

“You were just- Look, I’m just gonna let you know that I saw you last night. I know you're used to it but I wouldn’t put your body where your heart isn’t willing to go with her, that’s all I’m gonna say.” Namjoon patted his shoulder before walking from the get to everyone else was.

They watched Jungkook walk out of the middle of nowhere, shortly after you, and get in the passenger's seat. Jimin got in the front seat, peeking over to see Jungkook and his evident attitude change. That had to mean something had happened. When he saw you run to the car with your girlfriends, he got curious. Did Jungkook do something with you? That would be weird, given the fact Jungkook didn’t speak highly of you—or of you, at all.

“Jungkook, do you know where y/n was earlier? I know she didn’t-”

“Why would I know?” Jungkook retorted. “Ask her.”

“Why didn’t you get ice cream with us Y/n, where were you?”

You had a feeling this question was coming. “I went to- to the bathroom...”

“For 30 minutes? And you just happened to show up when Jungkook did...” Jennie gave you a look, knowing she’s was one of your best friends and could see right through you.

"There's nothing going on. You know Jungkook isn’t my type.”

“Are you sure?” Nayeon added.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“I saw you were pretty friendly with Jimin too, you must have something going on with one of them. Jungkook was eyeing out since yesterday, and you two do some pretty major flirting.”

You wanted to gag. “Flirting? When are you people gonna learn that fighting with someone isn’t flirting, it’s fighting? We can’t talk to each other without fighting, I don’t like him. So drop it, okay?”

“If you say so...” They got out the car and you felt like you were just hanged up on. So what if you were with Jungkook for a little bit, they didn’t mean anything. That’s what you tried to tell yourself at least. But Jungkook was known for things and you didn’t want to be associated with that

...but when you see his face when he smiles, the mere fact that someone like him had you coming back to him—you swear it has to be illegal.

#jungkook smut #Jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #Bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts summer au #Bts summer fling #summer fling au #b I legit fell asleep when I was supposed to post this #i woke #up so disappointed #i hope this makes sense #bc this is long

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