#step closer we are a very normal cat and a very normal guy

[chiropteracupola]

'their secret — how to show friendship while you flex your claws'

[fangirl-dot-com]

😾Really Nice Guy Who Hates Only You

*part of the reverse trope series*

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Celebrity!Reader Genre: Fluff/Miscommunication/Humor/SMAU Summary: Oscar was known to be the epitome of a polite cat. His reputation is that he is genuinely nice to everyone. Well, everyone except for you.

*once again, I have loved writing for this series and it seems like everyone loves these chapters (as they have the highest notes out of all of them). I'm really excited for what is to come! I have loved making all the special tweets and other additions to the posts!*

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Oscar had been in a bad mood. The garage could practically feel the cloud that surrounded the Aussie as he walked through the garage on Saturday morning for the sprint. The scrunch of the nose and the constant side eyes also gave it away. 

Normally, Oscar tends to be more on the quiet side. But today, he was even quieter. Gone was the polite cat, and it was replaced by a very grumpy feline. 

“Hey Oscar! Come meet our guests!” 

Oscar let out a sigh as he turned around and put a very fake smile on his face. This is the moment he had been dreading ever since you stepped into the garage. He did, or couldn’t, understand why you were wearing his number on the back of the jersey you wore. 

It disgusted him. 

You were very pretty though, he had eyes. Your hair went very well with the papaya orang and your smile could pretty much kill a man in a 10-foot radius. Except that right now, Oscar wanted your perfect hair to catch on fire and he’d avoid the smile. 

When he finally got closer, he stopped a few feet in front of you, not wanting to get too close. Two hands clapped him on the shoulders as Lando started to shake him. 

“So Os-cah, this is Y/n L/n, 2-time Grammy Award winner and probably the prettiest guest we’ve ever had.” 

All right, so Lando was a gonner.

Oscar fought the urge to roll his eyes right into the back of his head so he wouldn’t have to look at you anymore. But your smile was oh-so pretty. You looked at him with wide eyes as you held out your hand for a shake. 

However, Oscar just looked at it, then looked at you. 

“Welcome.”

Lando reeled back, confused at his younger teammate’s coldness. The two watched as your smile faltered just a bit. (If Oscar had any remorse, he didn’t show it.) You were quick to recover and spread another smile, even if this one wasn’t as real as the first. 

You put your hand down as you greeted, “It’s such an honor to finally meet you! I’ve been a fan for what feels like forever.” 

Oscar grunted. “Can’t say the same.” 

You absolutely wanted to whimper. You had been waiting to be invited to a Formula 1 garage ever since you won your first Grammy. And well, you had other offers from Red Bull or Ferrari, but the McLaren garage is the one you wanted to be your first. So, you had declined and declined until you knew that you could meet the driver that you had been following for so long. 

But now that you finally met him, you wondered why he was such an asshole. 

You pushed down your feelings and continued. “That’s ok. My music isn’t for everyone. But I wanted to congratulate you on your rookie season last year!” 

“Thanks.” 

Ok, Lando knew something was up and he couldn’t take the hurt-puppy-eyes coming from you anymore. The Briton was about to say something, but Zak had decided to interrupt with another celebrity guest. 

“Guys, this is Sabrina, she’s also joining Miss L/n in the garage today. Ladies, we have two headsets for you in the back when we’ll go over some last minute car things if you’d like to listen in!” Zak explained. 

It only hurt when Oscar eyes lit up at your fellow musician, brushing past you to personally introduce himself. Lando was now left with a very sad Grammy winner on his hands. He gently put his arm around your waist to bring you to the side.

When a long sigh escaped your lips, Lando felt awful. 

“Y/n, I swear he’s normally the nicest person on the planet. Oscar always seems to love everyone, no matter the guest.” 

Your eyes flitted over to where Oscar was now animatedly talking to Sabrina about her new album. You let out a scoff. 

“Yeah, everyone but me. Maybe I should have just taken the offer from Red Bull or Ferrari.” 

Lando pouted. He knew that you had been a fan of Oscar’s way back to the start of his F2 season. And then you had purposefully put the word McLaren in many different songs. Hell, your newest album titled “Momentum” was basically a love letter to your beloved team. You even had plans to become an investor once you could make the first payment. 

The Briton felt lost. “I was going to find Max and Charles if you’d like to join me?” 

You took one more look at Oscar, not surprised to see him glare at you from the side. That action made up your mind and you agreed to go with Lando. 

Taking with Max and Charles was like a breath of fresh air. The two were great conversationalists and pretty funny. The Monegasque even invited you into one of the media buildings to look at the behind the scenes, which put you in awe. 

The two rivals, thought, couldn’t understand why you were attached to Lando when you had a giant 81 on the back of your jersey. 

“Have you met Oscar yet?” Charles asked. When you tensed, he knew that he had asked a wrong question. Your expression quickly became sad. 

“Yeah. But I don’t think he likes me very much,” you muttered. 

Max scoffed. “That’s absurd. He’s quiet, but he’s nice to everyone.” 

Lando winced. “But for some reason, he was being really rude and just standoff-ish.”  

You looked so dejected. “At first I thought he might not be a fan of my music, but then he was super smiley with Sabrina and we co-wrote most of mine and her songs. So it’s not the genre.” 

The Briton wanted to try to bring your spirits back up, but he noticed the time and said that you and him had to be back at the garage. You said your goodbyes to the Dutchman and Monegasque before you followed Lando back to the garage. 

On your way in, Oscar sent you yet another glare as he got ready to be in the car. 

Although he had been mean, you still said, “Good luck.” 

Maybe he heard you or didn’t, but he never responded or acted like he took it to heart. 

When Oscar was able to overtake multiple cars and finish the sprint in P2, you were ecstatic. His terrible attitude did not hinder your joy for the Aussie. You didn’t secretly call yourself the #1-Piastri fan for nothing. Sabrina laughed next to you as you hopped up and down, glad that your driver finished well in the points. 

It was sad for Lando who didn’t make it past P5, but the Briton explained that qualifying for the actual race is when it truly counted. 

You watched with stars in your eyes as Oscar walked up after Charles to be interviewed by Jensen Button. 

The former driver asked the first question. 

“Oscar, first congrats on the P2, you did a lot of overtaking. Was that in the strategy?” 

The Aussie laughed, really showing that he indeed was polite to everyone. 

“Well the strategy is always to win, but we were close with all the upgrades. It’s been good and I’m ready for the races to come.” 

A few more questions were asked and exchanged before Jensen somehow brought you up. 

“So we saw that Y/n L/n and Sabrina Carpenter were both in the McLaren garage. And we all know that Y/n is a massive McLaren fan as well as your fan. Have you listen to any of her songs?”

Many people definitely saw the change in facial expression when your name was brought up. The smiley Oscar was replaced with a bored one. 

“Well, I don’t really listen to artists who bash or make fun of my driving.” 

Jensen gave me a very curious look. “She actually praises you in most of her songs.” 

The Aussie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like the one where she said she crashed her McLaren like Piastri.” 

Your eyes widened, along with everyone else in the garage. Those were definitely not the lyrics to one of your songs. Lando also had wide eyes and he was looking right at you, who seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown. 

“I would never do that,” you said, looking into Lando’s hazel eyes. The Briton looked puzzled. He had specifically played or sung songs for the Aussie that mentioned McLaren or Oscar. 

You kind of just sank into the background, trying to process what could have gone wrong. Lando on the other hand raced to catch Oscar as he was walking into the garage.

“Mate, what are you doing?” Oscar asked as Lando was directing him to one of the driver rooms. Lando slammed the door and turned to Oscar. 

“What are the lyrics to Y/n’s song?” 

There was another eye roll. “Lando you sung them to me like two weeks ago.” 

Land shook his head. “But tell me.” 

Oscar huffed, “Small talk, big love. Act like you don’t care but I disagree. When I crashed my McLaren like Piastri.” 

“Stop!” 

The Aussie cocked his head. 

Lando continued, “Those aren’t the lyrics you muppet. It’s ‘When I crashed my McLaren like past me.’ A few years ago, Y/n used to wreck a lot of cars at a teen. She got better and decided to buy a McLaren when your seat was announced for 2023. And then she crashed it on accident after she got broken up with.” 

A look of realization washed over Oscar’s face and then a look of dread. A giant sigh left his lips. Lando thought he was going to pass out or something but the second Papaya driver quickly ran out of the room. He stopped short of where you had sat in the back of the garage and quietly started to step closer. 

Your head was in your hands but you looked up when you heard footsteps. You were shocked to be looking at Oscar, who had a guilty look on his face. You shot up out of your seat and began to ramble. 

“Oscar, I swear, I would never back and diss you in any of my songs. You’re truly my favorite driver and I was so excited to meet you. I have put your name in my songs before, but it’s only been praise. I’m so sorry that you’ve been thinking that I’d make fun of your driving and-“ 

Oscar held out a hand to stop you. 

But now it was his turn to ramble, hands flying everywhere. 

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry. I’ve been an utter asshole to you all day. That was horrible of me. Lando sung me the song a few weeks ago, but it was pretty mumbled because he couldn’t remember some of the words and I heard Piastri instead of past me and I just thought the worst and…” 

Lando was having a field day watching you watch Oscar with stars in your eyes as he apologized over and over again. 

The Briton pretended to dust his hands off as he watched Oscar pull out his phone and offer it to you. 

“Another day, another matchmaking completed.”  

y/n_l/n has posted

y/n_l/n thank you so much McLaren for the amazing day today! It was truly a dream come true to meet my all time favorite driver! little surprise for everyone else - Florida is yours (inspired by a special someone) 🧡

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queeny/n OH MY GOSH NEW SONG AFTER THE MIAMI RACE??

y/n&f1 wouldn't the song be written for Logan then?

y/nxoscar she said inspired - didn't mean that it's actually about him

oscah81 P2 SPRINT RACE AND POSSIBLE NEW WAG

landonorris I too would like a song pls

charles_leclerc we all know she wrote golden about me ♥️

maxverstappen1 I claim midnight rain then

landonorris ☹️

y/n_l/n it's ok lando - working on one now!

y/nsgrammy to think that Oscar thought she dissed him when she's like his biggest fan ever

oscargirlie y/n get's us with the second picture

oscarpiastri was the second picture necessary? and Florida? when did you have time to write that??

y/n_l/n 1. yes, it was very necessary, 2. I wrote it when you ignored me

oscarpiastri and you still wrote me a song?

y/n_l/n of course! most of my songs had you written in mind ☺️

oscarpiastri so. . . dress?

y/n_l/n 😳🤭

loscar-land your honor I love them

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[ccraccz]

I think this sounds so funny but could you write how the winbre trio (Sakura, Nirei & Suo) would react if f!reader is working at a maid cafe. Totally wearing the cutest pink maid uniform and calling them "Goshujin-sama" (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

AAAA SO SO CUTTTEEE!!! I believe their reactions would be so so fuunnnnyyyy!!! Thank you for the request sweet anon!! <3333

MASTER?!

Characters: Sakura Haruka, Nirei Akihiko, Suo Hayato x F!reader

WARNINGS: may be a little suggestive in some way,

SAKURA HARUKA

he was basically dragged here

Sadly, Kotoha had fallen sick and the normal meeting spot for the whole group was closed, so they decided the next best thing

A new cafe had just opened a few stores away, so they walked over, not really knowing what to expect.

But what Sakura didn't expect was to see you, someone he recently helped, in a baby pink maid outfit with white accents, breasts pressed together tightly, cute white and pink striped thigh high stockings decorated with bows, and wearing the cutest white shoes that made a light clacking noise every time you took a step

You waved at them, calling out for their attention while walking fast

"Goshujin-sama!!! It's great to see you again! Please follow me, I'll seat you and..." As you walked towards them, your chest seemed to almost have a life of its own, and when you arrived closer to them, quickly grabbing the menus before tripping on air, and falling into his arms.

"A-Ah! I'm so so Sorry Goshujin-sama!!"

He blue screened

Sakura Haruka is no longer working

Please reboot

His face is burning, his shoulders are almost at his ears, and his head is basically steaming

Nirei had to basically push him forwards to their seat, Suo laughing at Sakura because of how sensitive he is to others

"Goshujin-sama! Here are the menus, please do take your time to find something you enjoy, and if you need some help, please do call me over! I'll be sure to do my best!"

After what happened a few minutes before, Sakura was wide eyed and unresponsive the whole time

Suo had to order him both a drink and food, because if not, he wouldn't have even ordered.

And just to torture him more, he was sitting near you, so every time you walked by, he would be able to see you from his peripheral vision

Sometimes, when you came to check on them, you had to break character to ask them if he was alright and if you needed to call for someone

but Suo just told you everything was fine

When they left, you informed them that the meal and drinks were free as they were part of Bofurin

And also, even if they weren't,, you would have paid for Sakura's part since he saved you, twice now

Suo left Sakura's phone number on the table just for you in the end.

NIREI AKIHIKO

This cutey knew from the start what he was getting himself into

walking inside, he just wanted a cute place to relax, experience something new, and write down some new information of the guys he wasn't able to finish off on his notebook

so why not the cute, new, maid cafe?

"We-Welcome Goshujin-sama..." You greet, holding the menu close to your chest. "Please... Follow me to your seat!" Every step you took to lead him to his seat made your hair bob, and the skirt of your maid costume

He found you to just be so so cute! Wearing a light pink maid dress, with matching bows in your hair, cute glasses on your face moving from their position every time you rush to get to the kitchen with a new order, baby pink stockings being held up by the cutest white cat graters, and some very bulky heels to accommodate your height

You thought that he was super cute too, his freckles, and how he blushed every time you came to check on him

He was sweet, and gentle with how he spoke, and didn't try to touch you

You guys were able to make some small talk together, both of you stuttering here and there, when you came to check on him and the meal, that was a medium size slice of confetti cake with a gorgeous cup of melon soda

You both talked about your day, what each of you have done, and more with large blushes on both of your faces

He sometimes asked some weird question, which you found a bit endearing.

But when it was time for him to leave, he was sure to thank you and you bowed and waved him off, a small blush on your cheeks and he stuttered a good bye

"G-Good bye Goshujin-sama! Please come back soon!" You call out to him

SUO HAYATO

His favorite tea shop was closed today, so he went for the next best thing

the most recently opened maid cafe that was closer to him than the usual tea house he goes to

and from the ratings on their site, they seemed to also have a few good teas and cakes

While he isn't one to go to a place where you have to interact with someone so much, he might as well get out of his comfort zone

Right when he entered, a few 'maids' turned their heads towards him, blushing at the mysterious male

sadly, for them, their areas were already filled with men and women

minus yours

"Welcome Goshujin-sama," You bowed, a gentle but unemotional smile on your face as you greeted him. You didn't like acting like this, but it was your turn to be the 'kuudere.' Many people don't want the host to be a kuudere, so your bookings were almost free compared to the tsundere and deredere. "Please do follow me to your seat," he smiles back, nodding and walking behind you with his hands behind his back.

he though you were cute, your pink maid costume barely covered your legs, your thighs spilling from the tight thigh highs, them rubbing against each other every step you take, white heels making you taller than him by an inch or two, and cute little bows decorating your hair and uniform

you showed him his seat before pulling at the skirt, trying to have it cover your legs just a bit more

"Please do inform me if you need anything, Goshujin-sama," You smile, placing the menu in front of him before leaving to attend to another customer who was calling you over to them.

Suo waited a bit before waving you over again and asking you what your favorite tea cakes and teas are and got those

at first he didn't understand what was enjoyable about this, but after meeting you and how quick you were, he understood

he especially liked when he was able to make you break out of character and blush with his teasing

in the end, he paid his bill, and you came back with a little gift bag that was given to all new customers and gave it to him, a small smile on your face

inside that small gift bag was some mochi's and small tea cakes, some red tassel earrings, and a note

the note contained your number, a little doodle in the corner of it <3

[munsonownsmyass]

Healing takes time

Frank Castle x plus size!reader

Summary: At a low point in life, you meet someone who might just help you get through it.

Notes: I'm going through some stuff and put it in a fic. Is there any other way to cope with life?

@itwasthereaminuteago wrote me three little words (workout with Frank) yesterday and it inspired this.

Warnings: reader had bad self imagine. Insecurities. Some fluff at the end. We do like a happy ending.

Words: 1.5 K

Panting heavily, you finally stop for a break. Almost at a breaking point, feeling the tears threatening to spill. Every muscle aching and nausea building. Is it like this for everyone or just you?

The breathing is still not back to normal as you lean against the wall, chugging down the cold water in your bottle. This is horrible. Working out is horrible. You’re about to break into tears again with the thought of doing this again tomorrow.

“You’re pushing yourself to hard, princess.”

You look up, finding a handsome stranger in front of you. The type of guy you fear meeting going to the gym as a thick woman. Very attractive, muscular, actually looking like he belongs at a gym, whereas you were here for the first time, and it definitely showed.

“I know.” You said, no need to lie to the stranger. He and everyone else here had looked at you, finding all your flaws, probably had an inner monologue about all your rolls and how obvious it was that you were totally new to this. Not even in proper workout clothes, you felt like a fraud.

“You should ease up, let-”

“Thank you,” You interrupt him, not needing a lecture right now. You were already so close to crying that another word might break you. “But I don’t need your help. I know I probably do it all wrong, but at least I’m here.”

Your voice crack at the last word, and you just know you have to leave now unless you want to sob and then you definitely couldn’t show your face here again. You look into his eyes and to your surprise, you find compassion in his eyes.

“Who hurt you?” He asks softly, his voice full of sympathy and it’s too much. You walk off, grabbing your bag and walk out, not even looking back. You fight back the tears all the way to your car, fumbling with the keys when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the man from the gym.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. This is not about you and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week of my life.” You say with a shivering voice, wiping away a few tears. “The man I thought I was gonna marry just left me because I’m not good enough. So I feel like shit and wanted to change. That’s why I came here. But I suck at this, and I should just give up and be one of those women who have a bunch of cats and live alone…”

You sob silently, regretting pouring your heart out to this stranger, but you already feel better, getting it of your chest.

“Do you always interrupt people so much?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he cocks a brow at you. You sniffle softly, huffing out a small laugh.

“No, and I’m so sorry for that too.”

“No need to apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He takes a step closer, leaning against your car beside you. “I can help you, if you want.”

“Could you kill him?” You laugh trough your tears and he just smile, the smirk on his face making you question if he took it as a joke or not.

“I meant with the workout. Now, I’m no personal trainer, but I could show you how everything works.” He offers, looking at you with soft eyes. Really pretty eyes. You want to say yes, but you’d be too self-conscious to have this hunk see you all sweaty and weak.

“I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“Come on, princess. Gotta make that asshole regret he ever left you.” He nudges your shoulder softly and you hate how it gives you butterflies. You shouldn’t even go there. You’d never be good enough for a guy like that. And you just got dumped! This would be a mess. But you already knew you’d say yes.

“Okay then. But I’m warning you. I’m lazy and weak.”

“You’re stronger than you think, princess. You just gotta believe it yourself.” He smiles again, pushing off your car. “See you here Thursday.”

“But… what about tomorrow?” You ask, already having mentally prepared yourself for some daily torture at the gym.

“Your body needs some rest. Thursday.” He turns to walk back to the gym, but then turns around, smiling at you. “Do you even want a bunch of cats?”

“No, I hate cats. I’m a dog person.” You yell back at him, only to see a wide smile on his face. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Frank.” He says, before turning back towards the gym, waving back at you.

--

That’s how you found yourself at the gym twice a week with him from then on. Frank Castle. At first, he didn’t say much, just showed you how the machines worked, gave you some simple exercises and gradually increased the weight and the difficulty of the exercises.

But over time as you opened up more about your past, he did too. How he was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen to Sicilian parents, how he’d been a major troublemaker as a kid and later joined the marines. The day he told you how he lost his wife and kids, was the first day your new friendship was taken outside of the gym. You invited him to dinner at a nearby pizza place and you had talked for hours until the owner threw you out at closing time.

Frank had helped you heal so much over the past few months and had giving you back the thirst for life. You smiled more when you were with him and felt better than you had in years. Also why you had invited him to your little party tonight, celebrating finally getting a place of your own, sticking to working out for 4 months and starting to feel like yourself again.

With the party at full swing, you look around and can’t find Frank anywhere, but notice the window to the fire escape is open. Peeking out, you find him smiling back at you with a beer in hand.

“Hiding, are we?” You giggle, before climbing through to join him. He just gives you a soft smile as he scoots over, making room for you.

“Yeah, that Louisa girl was getting a little too close.” He grins as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Shit, sorry. But I thought you were single, so I told her to go for it.”

“I am.” He responds softly, looking at the bottle as he fiddles with the label.

“Oh…” You turn a little and look at him, unsure why he’d reject Louisa. Possibly the hottest of your friends and definitely a catch. “Then… Why would you hide from her? I promise, she’s amazing.”

“Maybe she is.” He looks up from the bottle and into your eyes, his softening as soon as his gaze falls on you. “But I like someone else.”

“Damn, you should have told me. Then I wouldn’t have set her loose on you.” You giggle softly, shrugging apologetically. Truth be told, you would have hated for her to date Frank, but you couldn’t just keep him to yourself when a guy like that deserved so much better.

“I want to. I was just waiting until she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? I can’t imagine anyone not being ready for you, Frankie.” You laugh it off as a joke, but deep down you’re serious. How anyone could not be willing to be with Frank was a mystery. He was so kind, had been a rock for you these past four months and he was fine as hell.

“It takes time to heal, sweetheart. Especially after a failed engagement. And I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you.”

“For… me?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t really believe what you just heard. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’s just drunk. It couldn’t be. “B-but… why? I’m not…”

Special. You trail off before you can finish the sentence. At that he just chuckles softly, like you’ve just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“But how? When? I…” You stumble over your words, not sure you’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again.

“You’ve said that I’ve helped you heal. Truth is… You healed me too.” He reaches out for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his dark eyes stare into yours. There are so many unspoken questions hanging in the air, but you try to silence the voices.

He closes the distance, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but it’s over too soon. For a moment, nothing exists beside you and Frank. The music gone, the city silent.

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For the first time in a long time, you know things will get better. They say anything happens for a reason and you now know you were meant to meet Frank. You had been broken, but he had put you back together. Healing takes time, it takes practice… and a little bit of love.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

''Nice to meet you, Alpine!''

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Vet!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky has been missing something in his life, and found the perfect way to fill this void when he found Alpine. He takes her to the vet, and walks out of there with more than just his new feline friend.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Thank you all so much for the love on this one, I honestly didn’t expect this to get so much appreciation overnight, but I’m incredibly grateful for all of you! Part II of this story is out now, and I hope you will enjoy it as much as this one, if not even more 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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''They're just getting worse and I don't understand why. I've been going to therapy, missions are going fine, I hang out with you guys...'' Bucky said that his nightmares have been coming back worse than ever for a few weeks. Everything was going fine, well even, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, or rather, someone was missing. He wasn't looking for a relationship right now, he was perfectly content being by himself right now despite feeling like there is a missing piece in his life.

''How about you look into adopting a cat? You have always loved animals, so it wouldn't exactly be weird if you would have one.'' Steve suggested, and Bucky agreed it was a good plan. ''I didn't even think of that... Thanks for the suggestion!'' Bucky said and he immediately went to look for his laptop, that way he could look up shelters nearby to see if they have any cats up for adoption. There were plenty of shelters in the area and he had a plan to go visit some of them, even if it was just to get some cuddles in with the cats there.

He was planning on telling Steve about his plans, but before he had the chance they got called in for a mission. It wasn't a high-risk one by any means, but that didn't take away from the fact that his plans got messed up regardless. It was just Steve, Bucky, Clint, and Natasha and they were back within a day so it was even easier than they planned it to be. Bucky decided to go for a run after coming back from his mission so he could get some extra energy out of his system. He had been running for about 45 minutes when he suddenly heard a soft meow coming from a small alley, and he went to investigate.

''Hi, little one!'' he said in a soft voice when he found out where the meowing came from. He spotted a beautiful white cat with piercing blue eyes and was immediately intrigued. ''I won't hurt you, I promise!'' he said to the cat, and he slowly came closer with his hand stretched out, so the cat could come to him if they want to. With soft steps, the cat slowly came closer and started sniffing his hand. The cat started purring and bumped their head against Bucky's hand and he got a small smile on his face. ''You're beautiful! Don't you have a home little one?'' Bucky asked and he didn't see a collar on the cat. However, he did notice the cat was dragging one of their back legs, showing that there was something wrong.

''Oh no, poor cat! Let me take you to a vet so we can get you checked out, okay?'' he said before taking his hoodie off and letting the cat step onto it before picking them up. ''You're gonna be okay, I promise. If you don't have a home yet, I will make sure I will give you the best home you'll ever have,'' he said and softly cuddled the cat against his chest to keep it warm without hurting it. He had to look up where the closest emergency vet was, seeing how he was running at 10 PM, normal vet offices were closed already. It must have been his lucky day because there was one only a few blocks from where he found the cat.

''Hi, my name is Bucky Barnes, and I just found a cat who is dragging its back leg a few blocks from her. Do you have time to check them out?'' he said to the girl at the front desk, and she was more than happy to help him out. ''Yeah, of course, it's so nice of you to bring the cat! I assume they're not yours?'' she asked and Bucky explained that he found the cat on his run, and heard the meow so he went over. ''They're beautiful though, maybe I can adopt them when they're better,'' Bucky said with a smile on his face, already thinking of all the fun the two of them could have. ''I have some paperwork to fill in for you, and once that is done the vet will be with you shortly,'' she said with a reassuring smile, and he went to fill it in.

Once everything was filled out he handed back the paperwork, but before he could sit down they were already called in. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm the working vet here tonight. I understand you found a cat that has been dragging their back leg?'' she asked, and Bucky introduced himself before telling the story again. ''Poor thing! Well, let's get some X-rays so we can come up with a plan of action. I'll be back here in 15 minutes, you can take a seat if you'd like, I'll get Rachel to bring you something to drink in the meantime.'' Y/N said and walked out of the room. ''Hi, would you like something to drink?'' the receptionist asked, but Bucky politely refused.

''Alright, that was quick and painless!'' Y/N said when she walked back into the room, Bucky immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Until now he was too busy with the cat to look at her, but now he couldn't take his eyes off her, she was gorgeous. ''First of all, they're a girl, so that is one less thing we have to figure out. She has a broken back leg, but it shouldn't be too long for her to recover since it is only a hairline fracture. I will give her some pain medication and put her leg in a cast for now so she won't put too much pressure on her leg. I also found out she isn't chipped, so the chances of someone looking for her are very small.'' she said, and Bucky was kind of happy and sad at the same time.

''So, that means I can adopt her, right?'' Bucky asked, and the vet agreed. ''All she would need now is a name, did you have one in mind already?'' Y/N asked Bucky and he had already thought of one. ''Her name will be Alpine, due to her perfect white fur and bright blue eyes, I think the name suits her,'' he explained. ''It's nice to meet you, Alpine! I believe your new dad will take great care of you. You deserve it!'' she said and she scratched Alpine behind her ears for some lovings, which she accepted with a deep purr. ''She seems to take a liking to you as well!'' Bucky laughed and couldn't help but think the same thing, he has taken a liking to her as well.

''It appears that way, yeah. She needs to come back in three weeks for her follow-up appointment, but you can schedule that during the day. If you want, you can ask Rachel to schedule it at a time when I'm working too, that way she doesn't have to be handled by a different vet.'' Y/N explained. ''So eh, maybe this is a bit forward, but would you like to get coffee sometime? She likes you, and to be honest, I like you as well...'' he said with a soft, shy voice. ''Sounds like fun! I will be free this Saturday, what about you?'' she asked. ''I'll be there! Shall I pick you up or did you want to meet at the coffee shop?'' Bucky asked, but she insists on coming to his place. ''That way I can see little Alpine again, she's just the absolute cutest thing ever!'' Y/N said with a big smile on her face. ''Yeah, she's quite something, isn't she?'' Bucky said and rubbed his hand over his neck.

''Let me give you my personal number, that way you can text or call me, so I know where to go for our date!'' Y/N said with a wink, and when Alpine was all bandaged up with her cast, the two of them were sent on their way. ''Thank you so much for your help, it really means a lot.'' Bucky said and gave her a big smile. When he came back to the compound, Steve happened to be in the kitchen. ''How was your-'' but before he could say anything the spotted Alpine sleeping is his arms. ''Oh my god, that is the absolute cutest cat I've ever seen!'' he said cooing at the cat. ''Yeah, she is. This is Alpine. Also, I have a date this Saturday, so you better don't send me on a mission!'' he said when he walked away, leaving Steve behind with a confused look on his face.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Well one NSFW request with Chisei,i mean I can't leave him out right? so 🤭 for him ^^ I concour is something he might do with other paralive groups,as I dont think Haruomi would be interested in a game like this.

Writer's corner: Haha! Got it, sweetheart! Sorry again for being late! I hope the wait was worth it and that you like what I wrote! Fell free to let me know if I have to change or fix anything! I guess you want it to be with a FEM!reader, since you requested many with it! But let me know if it wasn't so I can fix the pronouns!♥ Thank you for requesting!♥ Enjoy~

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Words: 1020

Warnings: NSFW (MINORS, PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT!)

☀️𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐢☀️𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🤭: 7 minutes in heaven (NSFW)

Music, people speaking, chuckles and drinks. It was a normal party that night, as each team of rappers of Club Paradox were having a good time together, drinking and talking about the rap battles and about their abilities. You were holding your drink in your hand, as your eyes were looking around and your ears were hearing chuckles and people speaking about their favourite team. You looked very confused and took some steps, moving through the people at the party, as you soon spotted Chisei, your crush, sitting with some other guys. They all were from rap teams. You could recognise Anne, Allen from BAE, or Reo from AKYR, or even Ryu from The Cat's Whiskers. They all seemed to be having fun and you got curious. 

As you got closer, Chisei chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling happy. His usual energetic and friendly personality was still there as he spoke: "Y/n! Good timing! We were about to start playing 7 minutes in heaven! You wanna join us, right?". He then looked at your eyes with a puppy-like expression and pouted: "Haruomi doesn't want to play.. but you want to, right?". Your sparkling eyes got wide and you could only look around at the others, who were staring at you, waiting for your answer. You could hear Haruomi's sighs: "What a stupid game..!". 

You could only nod and smile at Chisei's cute expression. After all, you were getting bored, so a game would have helped you to have fun at that party! You sat beside Chisei as you could see Anne preparing everything for that game. They took a thing from each boy in the group (such as Reo's earring or Ryu's piercing..) and put them all in a little bag. Some rounds passed as that game went on and you were laughing hard at how awkward it seemed, especially when it was Ryu's turn to pass some time with another person in that empty and tight wardrobe. You were having fun and were sure that nothing bad was gonna happen! Nor something awkward or embarrassing!

"It's your turn, sweetie!", Anne soon spoke with a cute smirk on their face, as they moved the bag close to you. You smiled at their gorgeous eyes and put your hand in that bag, grabbing something. As you moved your hand out of the bag, you realised that... you had taken Chisei's necklace! It was a golden chain necklace. The blonde rapper bursted out chuckling and patted your hair delicately. At his touch your shoulders moved up slightly in surprise. Your cheeks were already blushing hardly and you could still hear some teasing jokes by the others and Haruomi still complaining about how idiotic that game was. You agreed with him in your own mind but.. at the same time you felt excited and slightly curious about what was gonna happen.. I mean, you were going to be with your crush in a tiny wardrobe, sharing a little bit of space for seven minutes!.. Who knew what was gonna happen?!

In a blink of an eye, you were in there with Chisei. You both were sitting in the wardrobe; you were sitting with your knees on your chest while Chisei was trying his best not to fall on you. As you expected, your faces were very close to each other, as you could smell his breathing. His hands were on the wall behind your head, close to your face, as your shoulders were still slightly up maybe due to the anxiety you were feeling in that moment. As a minute passed and you both were in silence, Chisei chuckled and whispered: "S-so... hehe..", he giggled and continued: "What are we supposed to do now..?". You moved your eyes to his purple ones. Even if it was dark in there, you could still see his beatiful eyes staring into yours. It was magical. You couldn't even understand what was happening, but you felt your lips on his suddenly, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. Chisei gasped in surprise in the kiss, as he could feel your love hitting him strongly and suddenly. "Wh-why... what did you..?", he whispered as you pulled away. Your lips were still very close to each others', though. You moved your hands to caress his blonde hair and he moved his to caress your jaw. It was a rethorical question: he knew why you had kissed him, but he wanted to hear those words from your lips..

"I love you..", after these words, everything happened fast. Those seven minutes, which seemed to be only a little time, became a lot of time for you both, as he moved his hands caressing your skin and exploring parts of your body that you even didn't know about. You tried your best to keep your gasps and whimpers silent, but his touch was too addicting and your body was starting to move by itself. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him even closer. You both didn't know what was happening.. both Chisei and you were confused and were feeling so many new feelings inside. Yet.. you both knew that you wanted to be the other's. You wanted it so bad and you wanted it in that exact moment. His lips and tongue were addicting, as he moved them on your neck, occasionally biting and nibbling on it. His hands moved under your shirt and unzipped your pants, as if they were looking for something.. and you knew what they were looking for. His body was so close to yours in the dark of that wardrobe that you could feel the warm of his skin, of his body... along with his little friend~..

In the intensity of the moment you both didn't notice immediately the light going in the wardrobe. As you looked up you could only notice Anne and Ryu chuckling and looking at you with a teasing look. Chisei gasped and immediately moved away from you. You covered your chest and blushed deeply as Anne and Ryu kept chuckling: 

"Time is over, lovebirds~"

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[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 31

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Day 31 - Monsterfucking/Non-human Characters | Sexual Roleplay

"What do we have here?"

That was the first thing you heard to start off your day. And it was followed by a finger looking under the choker you were wearing.

You always wore them back home, and when you came through the door you thought you had lost it, but you managed to find it at the very bottom of your bag. Now that you had it back you wanted to wear it. But clearly that was a mistake.

It was Dazai that you came face to face with. He saw you walking by with it and curiosity got the better of him as always. He pulled you to him with just that finger.

He made you tilt your head up to look at it better. Then he does that cute smile of his when his eyes close and he looks like he's up to no good.

"Now I see why Theo-san calls you hondje," he definitely butchered that word.

You pout at him and pull his finger away from the collar. "I'm not a dog."

"No. But maybe a cute kitten. Maybe if I call you koneko he'll be scared of you so I can have you to myself," he does that smile again. He's definitely thinking of something.

"Koneko?" You aren't sure if that's any better than him never seeming to remember your name. "You do know that my name is-"

"Koneko it is!" He cuts you off before you can finish and pats your head. "If only you had cute little ears to scratch," he pets on your head where two cat ears would possibly sit. "Then I bet you would purr."

You started to get flustered. Where is he getting at here.

"I... I need to get started on my chores, Dazai-sama," you slowly step away from him and go do what you need to do.

Maybe wearing a choker was a mistake, because you also didn't hear the end of it from Theo. He only stopped because you threatened no pancakes for a week if he kept going on. At least you have the upper hand in some way.

For the rest of the day any time Dazai saw you, he immediately called you 'koneko'. You have no way to get the upper hand with Dazai. But being called a kitten is much better than anything Theo would be saying.

You wear the choker for the next few days, each day getting some sort of comment about it from Dazai. Doesn't he have anything better to do?

You make your rounds delivering rouge and blanc to the guys at different times. Normally Dazai goes to the kitchen and gets his whenever he pleases but you haven't seen him yet today, which you were starting to think was a relief, until you realize you have to find him to make sure he drinks blanc.

You check around the garden and in the library. You even try looking in the game room to see if hi and Arthur might be playing chess, but nothing. Finally you check his room. He's never there but you guess it's the most logical place to look.

And there he is. Sitting at his desk writing. Now this is a rare sight. You walk over, not wanting to disturb him and set the bottle on his desk.

Dazai put his pen down to look at you. "What a pleasant surprise, koneko," he smiles up at you.

Each time he calls you that you think you get more and more flustered. Why is he getting to you.

Dazai has caught on too. His smile turns to a smirk and his finger loops around the choker just like he did the first time.

He pulls you closer. Slow enough where you have a chance to swat his hand away and back up, but close enough that once he stops pulling you are leaning over him. He had to put your hands on him to stop yourself from falling onto him.

You can feel how flushed your face is, which means he can see how flushed your face is.

"Dazai-sama, I... I," you couldn't get your words out

His normal joking tone of voice got deep and soothing. "What is it koneko? You can speak."

You're so close that when he spoke your lips brushed together. He reaches behind the choker and turns it around so the ring in the back is now in the front. He hooks his finger in it, giving it more of a tug.

You moan. Wait. Was that out loud? You get even more red when you realize you moaned. Outloud. To Dazai

"That's what I wanted to hear," his other hand moved things to the side on his desk. As he stood up, he pushed you against his desk. "Can you do that again for me," his lips got closer to your neck, kissing the bare skin around the choker.

You moan again, each kiss gets another moan out of you. Your bodies are against each other but he still keeps his finger on the ring.

"They are like little purrs," he teases. Dazai presses his body against you more, putting his knee between your legs. You have your hands holding the edge of the desk, worried that you might fall backwards despite Dazai having a good grip on you.

"Dazai-sama," you gasp and without realizing start to grind against his leg.

He starts to unbutton your shirt, kissing along your shoulders as he drags the fabric off of your body. He happens to glance at the blanc sitting on his desk. "I think you'll taste much better."

You feel his fangs graze across your skin but he doesn't bite you. You begin to take Dazai's clothes off, until you both end up with a pile of fabric on the floor, including everything, even your underwear.

Dazai's lips trail to your chest and he seems thoughtful. He opens a drawer and moves things around looking for something. He closes that one and opens another, never letting the ring go.

He can't find what he is looking for and drags you over to a small dresser. At some points he tugged a little rough, getting you to moan.

"Finally," he pulls something out. It doesn't look like anything special, just looks like ribbon. It's not wide enough to blindfold you. What could he-

He loops the ribbon through the ring, finally letting it go with his finger. He gives the ribbon a few rough tugs to make sure it's going to stay.

"Now you're on a leash," he wraps the ribbon around his hand a few times to keep it short.

You feel your cheeks redden again.

"Good girl," he kisses you on the lips, causing you to absolutely melt into his touch. He leads you across the room again, taking you to his bed and taking the rest of his clothes off.

You couldn't help but stare at him. You wouldn't have guessed he has such a defined figure under his clothes.

"You're going to be obedient for me, right koneko?" He grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him.

You nod your head, "Y-Yes," you almost forgot how to talk for a moment.

"Good girl," he lengthens the ribbon just enough to be able to push you back on his bed, but immediately shortening it as he gets on top of you, getting between your legs.

His hands go up your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. Then he feels you down, pulling on the ribbon as he grabs your hips. "Now stay still," he holds you in place as he slides into you.

You try to tilt your head back but the ribbon is taut, your moan still comes out. "Such a pretty koneko," he slides himself all the way in, pushing your legs farther apart so that he can be flush against you.

"Ahh..hh," you bite your lip not expecting for his cock to be so long. He stays still for a moment, his cock twitching inside you, your walls clenching around him.

You try to move your hips to get some friction but he holds you down into the mattress. "I told you to stay still," he pulls on the makeshift leash more and you feel your choker squeeze you. You would think it would hurt but it makes you moan.

Content with seeing your body start to squirm, he starts to thrust into you. You let out a yelp as he thrusts in, each one being rougher than the previous.

He looks down at your reddened face and smirks. He leans down and kisses you hungry, absorbing your moans into his mouth.

"You feel better than I imagined, koneko."

This is the first time you've heard that deep voice and it's wonderful. You didn't think just a voice could get you turned on.

His lips trail down to your neck and to your chest, nipping at your skin. You push your chest up into his face and look down, watching his fangs drag across your skin.his thrusting never stops, it doesn't even slow down.

He gently bites your chest before finding a better spot just above your nipple to bite.

You were expecting it to hurt, for it to be painful, not for it to feel amazing. You moan louder as pleasure flows through your body. You never expect a vampire's bite to be so pleasurable.

Your walls clench around his cock, and you yell out as the bite helps you reach your climax, but Dazai isn't stopping. He licks up the blood that is coming from your wound. You drape your arms over this back, keeping him close.

"Ungh..you taste so good, koneko," he moans into your ear and gets rougher. He tugs on the ribbon more, he might as well be tugging on the choker itself for how short he's made the ribbon.

"I hope you wear this for me all the time," he finally loosens his grip and moves the choker to bite you on the neck.

You moan again, louder this time. Your nails scratch up his back, surely leaving long marks behind his shoulders. He thrusts roughly just before cumming. That extra taste of blood bringing him to the edge

As he rides out his high, his fangs go deeper into you and take even more blood. He takes his fangs out of you at the same time he stops moving.

You both pant. Looking up at him you see your blood on his lips and can't help but sit up and kiss him roughly.

Dazai pulls out of you, laying beside you in his bed, letting the ribbon go. He didn't want to accidentally tug on it when you now have a fresh wound in your neck.

After a few minutes of laying there, you realize it's only the middle of the day and you still have things you need to do, but you and your body can't agree on moving just yet

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Writers notes: *looks at this fic compared to the rest of kinktober* so I think we all know what MY favorite kink is

[daydream-cement]

Stately Sequoia Ch. 10

Hi-ya guys! A little more here for ya! Should be off my phone for the day. Maybe I can write more tonight! Enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

When you awoke the next morning, Larissa shook up lightly, “Come on. Time to get up, Fern.”

You groaned, shifting yourself closer to the edge of the bed, but the movement made you realize how incredibly sore you were. Larissa noticed the discomfort on your face, “We are going to take a bath. You will feel much better afterwards.”

You nod, head still against the pillow. Against your body’s own desire, you sat yourself up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Larissa was in front of you, completely naked.

You sleepily smile and lean your head forward, resting it on her stomach. Your hands encircled her waist, and a satisfied hum started at the back of your throat. The principals hand brushed through your hair, “Up you go.”

———

In the bathtub, you sat between Larissa’s legs, enjoying her sweet kisses to your neck and shoulders as you allowed yourself to soak. You had both been very quiet since you settled into the steaming water. You were assuming the breaking of sexual tension between the two of you was making things a little easier. After a while you lost, track of time in the tub.

Larissa Weems was incredibly gentle with you. She washed your hair and you returned the favor. At one point you had turned around, your legs on either side of her, so you could kiss for a bit. Each caress of the hands and lips was energizing and loving. This was the most sensual experience of your life. Were you falling in love with Larissa Weems? 

———

Rowan found you in the lobby and cornered you. She had grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you into the business center, “Spill it. I need every last detail.”

“I-Uh.” You didn’t know where to start. You didn’t know if you wanted to share anything, part of it feeling incredibly private.

“I could hear it, Fern. I could hear you last night. You are in 106 and I was in 110. Just to put that into perspective.” 

You face grew warm. While you certainly had no regrets, you didn’t love knowing that so many people may have heard your torrid affair last night. You could tell Rowan was growing incredibly frustrated with you at your lack of communication.

“Okay how about this? I ask you what you did and you shake your head yes or no?” 

You nod.

“Were you guys the ones holding up the line to the bathroom?”

You nod.

“Did you hook up on the elevator?”

You shake your head.

“Hmmm. How many times did she orgasm? One, two… three?” 

Finally, you nod. Glancing out the business center window to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

“I’m so proud. How many times did you? One, two… three? Four? Fern… be serious… Five? Six!?”

You tap your finger on the tip of your nose and begin smiling. That’s when Rowan let out a shriek and began jumping up and down, “Oh. My. God. She fucked you didn’t she?”

The smile that grew bigger on your face told her all she needed to know. 

“One small step for women. One giant leap for womankind.” Rowan misquoted, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head, “I don’t need any more details, but this is incredible.”

———

Today was the last day of the conference. You opted to stay in one lecture room as different presenters funneled through as the soreness between your legs was an aching reminder of last night. Walking wasn’t particularly fun and now you truly understand the term ‘walking funny’ in regards to sex. 

During the 2pm lecture, you were happy as Larissa opted to sit next to you in the darkened auditorium. Quickly you realized she had sat next to you through the guise of friendship. Her lips were next to your ear, “Who gave you all those marks under your collar? You must be a very naughty girl.”

Now that you were in public you felt a bit of bravery to act more obstinate than you would normally with Larissa, “That’s not what she said last night. I was told I was a very good girl.”

“A good girl would open her legs a little wider for me so I can play with your pussy while you try to focus on this seminar.” Larissa’s voice was husky. You were off to the side in the darkened auditorium, but you certainly weren’t 100% out of sight either. But you did what you were told, spreading your thighs open so Larissa’s hand could slip between them.

“Don’t you make a sound, sweet girl. Too many people hear you last night.” Larissa brought her hand to your face first, offering her fingers to suck before she put them to work. You knew this wasn’t a request but rather an order. Taking her fingers in your mouth, you left them nice and wet so she could use them on you.

She massaged you clit through your panties. After a few seconds, the soreness gave way to pleasure. What was this woman doing to you?

You gripped the edges of your chair, face unwavering, trying to prove to Larissa you could take it. This afternoon, it was taking a bit longer for Larissa’s touch to bring you to orgasm. You could tell she was frustrated when she whispered, “You better hurry. The lecture is almost over. You don’t want to be punished, do you?”

You actually did. Well you thought you might like to be punished by Larissa, especially if it was anything akin to last night. 

You reached your tipping point, however, when Larissa pulled your panties to the side. Her fingers dipped into your sex and used the wetness to rub your clit. The change from the friction of your underwear to the slippery surface of her fingertips was too much to handle.

You eyes squeezed shut involuntarily as your swallowed a moan. As you felt Larissa’s fingers slip away from you, you give her a sideways glance and she is sucking your juices off her fingers. Red lips around her fingers made you lick your own lips.

Larissa Weems was going to be the undoing of you and there was no stopping these wheels that were in motion.

Link to Chapter 11

[siancore]

He Owns the Sky

Summary: Sam gets a new Cap suit and goes on a mission. Bucky is not impressed.

A/N: Saw Sam Wilson in his new Cap suit and had some SamBucky thoughts. Featuring All Star Cast, but focused on SamBucky. Enjoy!

Content: Language, banter, and angst. 

“He is not going to like this, Captain Wilson. You know he’s temperamental at the best of times. Moody, even. Although we are both very fond of him, you know this will make him insufferable.”

“He’s already insufferable, Your Majesty.” Shuri let out an amused giggle at Sam’s assessment. “He’s gonna be more upset at me than he is at you.”

“Oh, that remains to be seen,” Shuri replied with a smile. “Actually, should I be offended, Sam?”

She was teasing, but Sam answered in earnest, “Of course not. Your work is amazing. A certain geriatric’s design sense was a little off, but everything you did was stellar, Shuri. Really great stuff.”

“But things can always be improved, yes?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Plus, I make an easy target flyin’ around looking like fine ass stars and stripes. Change is good.”

“Change is good,” Shuri repeated. “Now, please let me know if he has a complete meltdown. I have cat memes the likes of which the general public hasn’t seen.”

“Thank you,” Sam said with a warm smile.

“You’re most welcome,” Shuri replied in kind.

The aerial battle was brutal even though it was relatively short. Ironheart was assisting War Machine and the Midnight Angels in offensive strikes. Captain America, Falcon, and Photon were on the defensive, parrying assaults before they got too close to the ground. Their adversaries were one of the Big Three – it was another alien invasion.

Sam was tired, but he kept going. His new suit was standing up to the onslaught. Shuri’s design was immaculate, even better than the last. There was ease of movement that Sam hadn’t had before. Even though he was older now, the suit somehow synced with him in an anticipatory manner and gave him an added edge with speed and acrobatics.

He felt like he owned the sky.

Even when he took a direct hit to the abdomen and fell from said sky, there was no real harm done to his person. Sam and his friends staved off the attack before their backup even arrived. He let Shuri know how the new suit fared as soon as his medical check and debrief was done.

  Sam was in his private changeroom when he heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky Barnes’ footfalls coming his way.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

“Hi, Honey. Welcome home,” Sam replied while not looking up from where he was removing his civilian clothing from his go-bag; he knew Bucky was in a mood.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, gesturing to Sam’s new, sleek suit.

“My Cap suit, duh,” Sam replied.

“What happened to the other goddamn suit?” asked Bucky with his hands on his hips.

“Nothing, I just got an upgrade.”

“This,” said Bucky, stepping closer and waving his Vibranium arm around. “This is an upgrade? What was Shuri thinking? Letting you out in this. Your arms are all – exposed. And your neck? What the hell? There’s no protection for your neck or your head.”

“Bucky, come on,” said Sam, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “The suit’s amazing. I took a direct hit from some type of blaster and didn’t even feel it.”

“Yeah, I saw that shit.”

“How’d you see that?”

“I heard you guys were called out and I hacked a low-Earth orbit satellite’s transponder,” said Bucky like that was a completely normal thing to do.

Sam looked at Bucky with an incredulous look on his face.

“You’re using secret fuckin’ Thunderbolts tech to hack satellites to spy on me while I work?”

“Yeah, and for good reason,” Bucky replied. “Sue me.”

“You’re gonna lose your secret anti-hero spy gig if you keep this shit up, Buck.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Samuel.”

Sam let out a sigh.

“The suit’s fine. I’m fine. Can we not do this right now? I know you’re probably feeling some kinda way because I replaced the suit you had designed for me, but –”

“This ain’t about the goddamn suit, Sam,” said Bucky, inching closer and narrowing his gaze. “It’s about you doing reckless hero shit in a team full o’ heroes. Why did you have to draw the enemy fire? You took a fuckin’ hit today. You could’ve – shit. You could’ve. What if you didn’t –”

“Didn’t what?” asked Sam, holding Bucky’s firm gaze.

“What if you didn’t make it, uh? What then? The world’s just ‘sposed to go on without Captain America? I’m supposed to go on without you?”

“Buck, don’t. That’s not the deal.”

“No, Sam. I know we talked about this,” said Bucky, his voice softening as he placed a hand to Sam’s upper arm. “I know we said we’d stay out of each other’s work stuff. That we do what we gotta do, and then come home to each other, but you took a fuckin’ direct hit today in this new suit that hasn’t been real-world-battle-tested and I nearly lost my mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It scared me, Sammy. I thought I lost you,” said Bucky, his voice quiet and low.

“Hey,” said Sam, moving closer. “I’m right here, Baby. I’m okay.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and drew him into an embrace. Sam placed both hands to the sides of Bucky’s face. They stared at one another for a beat. It was a moment that felt brief but also eternal.

“I’m sorry for pickin’ a fight with you,” said Bucky as he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and rubbed his nose against Sam’s. “When it comes to you and your safety, I lose all my good sense.”

They breathed each other in and let the tension fall away.

“Aww, Baby, be careful. You only had a little bit of good sense to start with,” Sam joked, causing Bucky to laugh as his frustration dissipated as his affection for Sam took over and banished the fear.

“Good point,” Bucky replied, before he kissed Sam’s forehead. “I just love you so much, Dollface.”

“I know, Buck. I love you, too.”

The pair stared into one another’s eyes once more before bringing their lips together in a languid kiss. They stayed that way for a while, kissing and holding one another. Bucky rans his hands over the new suit making sure Sam was really unharmed. After a while, Sam pulled back a little and let Bucky examine the suit better.

“It’s king shit, right?” Sam asked, turning his backside to Bucky while looking over his shoulder. “I look fine as fuck. Look at my ass, Bucky. Look at it. Everyone’s gonna be lookin’ at it in this suit. The internet is gonna break.”

Bucky knit his brow and gave his most annoyed expression.

“Aww,” Sam said, cupping Bucky’s face and pressing a kiss to his nose. “I’m just playin’. They can all look, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”

“Damn fuckin’ right,” said Bucky as he grabbed Sam’s hips and pulled him in for a searing kiss. “C’mon, let’s get you home and outta that suit. Wanna get my hands on that ass of yours.”

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

(A/B/O, NSFW, threat of SA -failed attempt)

Fic masterlist - idk why it says it's my ao3, must be a bug?

EAU DE OMEGA PART 2 - (Steve + Prism)

An hour later, Prism strode down the sidewalk in her cinched over coat and clunky boots – equal parts elegant and cute.  She let her pheromones go completely, not holding back at all.

Trying to appear lost in thought and unobservant, she squinted at the street signs in the bit of light provided by a street light.

She could hear Steve taking out a pursuer on coms as she walked alone, not really looking at the other people scatter around.

It wasn’t the worst neighborhood,  but it was close.

She ignored cat callers and heard more scuffling every few minutes. She’d nearly completed her planned path when she was grabbed and pulled into an ally.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out so late?” An alpha that reeked of cigarettes showed his stained teeth, shoving her back against the wall.

Prism yelped, knees shaking as he smothered her with his aura, making her hair stand on end. Her throat felt tight as he yanked the tie on her coat loose and opened it.

“P-please…” she cowered, crossing her arms over herself, eyes flashing around for an exit.

“You’re gonna be begging me to fuck you before long, omega.”

“N-no I!” 

he pawed at her blouse,  “Be quiet. Don’t move.” He commanded, making her blood run cold as her body froze.

Any time now guys!

As soon as she thought it, her assailant was grabbed from behind and thrown against the opposite wall.

Bucky beat the man with his vibranium arm while Steve called in another pick up, putting a hand on his mate’s shoulder to stop him from turning the guy into a meat paste.

The blonde then got in one good punch that knocked him out cold.

They turned their attention to her immediately, finding her shakily righting her clothes and redoing the bow on her coat.

“You okay, Bon?” Steve asked, slowly stepping a little closer to the very omega looking woman with wide, teary eyes and pink cheeks.

“It’s different with the shot.” She said numbly. “Normally it doesn’t bother me but…that was…scary. Being helpless.”

Bucky stepped a little closer too, frowning.

“Oh sweetheart,” Steve took her into his arms and held her head to his collar bone to take comfort in his scent. Prism melted against him and yet her tears slide down just as Bucky got on her other side and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“We can call it a night. Get you home and snug as a bug in a rug.” The beta kissed her cheek, making her crack a smile and take a deep breath- inhaling both of their scents.

Steve stiffened behind them, Bucky a moment after. “Someone’s watching us. I can feel it.” He said against her lips, kissing her after to cover it.

“How do you want us to play this, Priz?” Bucky asked, kissing up the side of her neck.

Despite the terror she just felt, being surrounded by her teammates like this made her feel safe and wanted.  All she could think about was their muscular torsos pressed against her, hands starting to wander for the sake of the cover.

“He’s a sex trafficker, right?” she whispered, arching her back to push her breasts toward the blonde and leaning her head back to rest on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him with gentle, submissive eyes.

“Yeah…such a good girl…”the  alpha murmured as he opened the top part of her coat and began to kiss the skin her dress revealed. She ran her fingers through his hair, making him shiver as it sent tingles across his scalp.

“This is fine.” She said against Buck’s lips before kissing him as his mate’s hand slipped into her neckline, lips attached to her neck.

They carefully kept her breasts from being exposed to the intruding gaze while Bucky began to suck on the side of her throat while he palmed one in a leather covered hand. She moaned against his lips, her hands sliding up the Captain’s muscular torso.

By the time they felt the onlooker leave, all three of them were breathless and horny. It was like they had to peel themselves away, red faced and warm.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t go back yet.” Bucky voiced, watching Prism hastily right herself.

Steve gulped and looked back and fourth between the others, pupils blown. He nodded, “We should wait. Alright for another lap?” he asked the “omega” who rubbed her thighs together shyly.

“You’ll get even more of a response now. Trust me.” The alpha told her, “You smell incredible.” The brunet agreed, nose twitching a little.

Feeling much better after some reassurance and distracting, she agreed.

It felt weird to be walking around in a public place so wet; her pussy lips rubbing on her clit while she walked felt almost torturous.

The walk felt like it was ten miles long. When she met up with them again she noticed the scent of their horny pheromones had dissipated. They were surprised that hers hadn’t. They headed back outside the town to where the invisible quinjet waited.

In the enclosed space, she tried to play it cool and act as normal as possible. Unfortunately her stress rolled off her and only peaked the curiosity of her partners.

Bucky was piloting the craft so Steve sat in the back where the girl was holding a bar for stability.

“Come here, Priz.” He patted his lap, smiling a little as she immediately sat down; yelping a little as she felt his hardness under her. The blonde put his hands on her hips and rocked her slightly, making her gasp.

She shuttered, leaning her head back on his shoulder with a desperate whimper.

“What do you need, baby girl?” he asked huskily in her ear, rocking against her again.

“I…I need…” She crinkled her face in frustration as she got flustered.

“I can’t help you until you tell me what you need.”

She glared just before Bucky spoke up, still looking ahead, “Turbulence coming up. Better strap down, Doll.”

Steve was happy to tighten his grip on her hips, “I’ve got her.” Then adding quieter in her ear, “she’s not going anywhere.”

The little growl in his words made her clit pulse and a mewel come from her lips. She looked away from Steve as she blushed.

The ship began to shake slightly for a few seconds on and off, the alpha used each vibration as an excuse to grind against her rear.

“Please…” She panted, head foggy with lust. “I need to cum. Make me cum…”

Steve smirked, grabbing her cheek with one hand and turning her to look at him, “What was that? I can’t hear you when you’re not looking at me.”

She knit her brows and stomped her foot a little on the metal floor, pouting. “Don’t make me say it again…” She begged.

Fully aware and listening, Bucky smirked as his mate raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He waited as she glared before sighing, “Please make me cum. Please.”

She held his gaze silently for a few long seconds before he winked, “As you wish, Princess.”

Steve eased her knees apart and slid his fingers slowly up her thigh to slide up her slit over her panties, groaning as he felt how wet she already was.

“You really like having both of us, don’t you? So naughty.” He murmured in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then temple.

Yes, she really did.

Speechless, she blushed as he slid his long fingers up and down a couple of more times before pulling the thin fabric aside to touch her fully.

Immediately, her back arched and she took a shaky breath against his neck. She huffed impatiently as he teased her before rubbing her clit, earning a gasp and shutter as she began to press grateful kisses to his jaw.

“Such a needy little psudo-mega…” he smiled approvingly as he easily started with two fingers, a growl in his chest as he felt how easily her body welcomed him.

“Nugh…” She closed her eyes and got lost in the feeling as he finger fucked her in the back of the quinjet, inhaling his alpha pheromones between whimpers and gasps.

“This is how real omegas have their stress dealt with too. It’s the best outlet, if you ask me, because I’m pre-wired to please you.” He sucked on the side of her neck, careful to avoid her mating gland.  His words ghosted across her skin like minty, electric shocks as his fingers reached the spongey spot inside of her that made her breath catch and body tense.

“I just wanna please you, ‘mega. Let alpha take care of you.” He murmured,  enjoying what he thought was the scent of the Eau de Omega perfume as he slid out from under her and smoothly slid back in to the second knuckle, kneeling.

“…Alpha…” she panted back, doing her best to fuck his fingers while his thumb rubbed her pearl.

“You did such a good job tonight…good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?”

Her lusty eyes met his as a blush flooded her cheeks, “Y-yes…” she hesitated when he glared for a moment,  “…sir…?”

“Captain.”

Oh.

“Yes Captain.” She amended.

He grinned, “Good girl.”

She whimpered and moved her hips to ride his fingers faster.

“Come for Alpha, Sweetheart. Let me feel how tight you are…” he lowered his head to her inner thigh and began to kiss it, pushing her knees wide open to make room for his him.

Her eyes snapped back open as she felt him suckle on her bud while continuing to let her fuck his fingers. She practically dripped at the sight of Steve with his mouth on her sex, moaning as he met her gaze confidently, even his own eyes full of lust.

Meanwhile, Bucky was listening closely as he pretended to pilot the jet. One hand on the wheel and the other  lazily rubbing himself over his pants as he easily created a mental image from the sounds alone. He closed his eyes after a bit to get a peek at Steve’s live visuals…biting his lip to hold in a groan as he witnessed her beautiful arousal up close in his minds eye.

He could almost feel the wetness hit his cheeks as the cord in her snapped and she came around his mate’s -now three- fingers.

“Good girl, Princess. I’m so proud of you.”  The blonde gently removed his fingers, blushing a little when she gasped at the loss of them  surprising even herself.  He stood a little to rest his forehead on hers, chest aflutter that she accepted it even if she was still riding her high.

“Good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?” he repeated, a smirk in his words.

“…yes Captain.”

---------×--------×

With the tension and stress drained from her body with the help of an alpha, Prism felt more relaxed than she had in a while. Steve’s horny alpha pheromones had given her all she needed to maintain homeostasis.

It also confirmed the running theory that Bucky’s alpha act passed the omega test.

It really did.

To her omega senses, Bucky felt every bit an Alpha when that was his goal. Even his horny alpha pheromones were on par with the real deal.

The knowledge made her start to get wet again as her mind wandered to what it would be like to be domed my both of them at once. Steve's nose twitched at the scent, eyebrow raising as he glanced over at her sitting on the love seat.

The beta decided to “shower” upon their return and Steve had gotten to relieve himself last time so it was only fair.

For the sake of Steve keeping a hold of himself, he and Prism sat on opposing couches in the little den with books in their hands.

He noticed the far away look in her eye as she got distracted with her own thoughts, scent of her arousal faded as quick as it arrived. She was content, even with the handsome hunk of alpha glancing up at her every few minutes.

After a while, Steve’s attention was grabbed by a whine from the other couch.

Bonnie pouted as he looked at her, making him grin. “What is it, little one?”

“I…I want…I…wader-kerder…” she muttered the last bit, picking at the hem of the shirt she’d stolen when Bucky tossed it to shower.

He gave an amused look, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I…I SAID….I…I want…” she wiggled in embarrassment, casting her eyes to the throw pillow beside him. “I want to cuddle, okay?!” she blushed.

“You only had to ask.” He smiled, laying down on his side and scooting back a bit more into the couch. To his surprise, she laid on her side and planted her face in his chest, purring happily until she fell asleep while one of his arms curled around her.

A close lipped smile sat on his face while he breathed in her lavender conditioner and tossed his book on the coffee table. He laid there holding until he, too, fell asleep as her content omega pheromones unwittingly soothed him.

Bucky entered the room with damp hair, eyes sparking with joy as he saw them cuddled so close.

Her peaceful breathing filled the room as the beta went over and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head, then one to Steve’s forehead. A small smile sat on his lips while he looked at them for a long while before collapsing on the other couch and crossing his arms over his chest as he rested his eyes.

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Rat: CYOA

Well, you did it. You gained enough status to get an invite to a Virginia Diaz-Hills party. Whether this is a good thing or not remains to be seen, of course, but it’s not like you could refuse.

So you try to have fun. You try to blend in. You end up spending a lot of time in the corner, granted, but you did talk to a few people! There was this older gentleman named Monty. His breath stank and he spoke very rudely to the staff, but he was willing to introduce you to a few others and get you connected. Next you met Virginia herself. Her very presence made your knees shake. And later, while you were hiding in the corner again, you met Jai, the photographer. They seemed like the most normal person at the party, though you wouldn’t exactly describe them as trustworthy.

Around midnight, a crowd gathered near a door and then moved towards the center of the ballroom, gaining more and more as it went.

Screw it, you might as well see what all the fuss is about. It’s not like anything else exciting is happening.

Edging closer, you strain to see what everyone is looking at. Suddenly, amongst the smell of bodies and booze, you catch a very strong scent of blood.

“Alright, alright, everyone!” A worker announced, standing on a little stage. “Friends, associates, and borderline enemies! The entertainment has arrived. Step back, the boss is coming through to announce what we’re doing tonight.”

Suddenly everyone parts, and since you had been pushing to see what was going on, you suddenly fall in front of everyone. Many laugh, some point or take pictures (when and why did they get cameras out?), and a few look very worried.

Virginia steps forward, and the whole room goes quiet.

“Hey, it’s the newbie again! Are you enjoying my party?”

With no clue what else you’re supposed to do in this situation, you nod emphatically. She smiles.

“So, you probably have no clue about what sort of entertainment we do around here?” The way she annunciates ‘entertainment’ sends shivers down your spine.

“No ma’am.”

“Would you like to?”

And without waiting for an answer, she grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. Then, without waiting for you to regain your balance, she drags to the center of the room. The smell of blood gets stronger, and you see a man tied to a board on stage. He is covered in bruises, scars, and cuts, many of which are open and bleeding all over that place.

“This is Rat. It’s one of the playthings I keep for me and my friends. You’re my friend, aren’t you?” You nod. “Good. Well then, friend, since you’re new, do you want to get the ball rolling? What should we do to it first?”

You blank, trying to think of something to please this terrifying woman.

“Aw, cat caught your tongue? Maybe you need some ideas. Personally, I’d love to give it a good beating, maybe make it pass out. And what about you guys?” She turns to all the people surrounding you.

Many yell out their suggestions. The only one you hear clearly is Monty’s, since he’s very close to the front.

“I say we drug it and push it around a while. Ooh, maybe even make it do tricks!”

As you’re thinking over your options, your eyes flick to the other side of the little stage. Jai is there, holding their camera, but they look like they’d rather be anywhere else. If Virginia made them choose, they’d probably suggest something mild, like leaving it there on stage to be looked at but not touched.

I’m going to tag the usual Rat tag list only for this one. Tell me if you want to be tagged in future installments. Also, updates will probably be every other day for now. I’ll let you know in the future if things change.

@kim-poce @lumpofwhump @scp-1296

[crack-a-lackin-max]

Little Angel

summery :

killer and angel are starting to hit if off. they go to the grocery story and chat.

-chapter 2/?

-words: 1832

--ao3 link <3

Killer put down his coffee and looked down at them as they finished up eating their ham an cheese roll up. He had to figure out what to do with them.

“So what do you wanna do now angel? I wouldn’t feel right just putting you back by that bench. So I was thinking, how ‘bouts you come home with me? I got plenty of room, not that you take up much anyway heh. What do you think little’en?”

The bitty doesn’t want to go back to the bench, it gets cold at night and the grass is wet. There are a lot of creatures bigger than them that could get them.

But they also just dont wanna go home with this guy, what if their owner comes back and they're not there? Well that would just be awful.

They swallow the bite they had in their mouth and answer Killer.

“Thank you for the offer K, but I better go back to where I was..”

“How come? You enjoy sitting in the wet grass that much shortstack?”

They shake their head no, “i just wanna be there when my owner comes back for me”

This poor thing, they still think that their past owner is coming back for them. they got left on a bench over two days ago, their human probably isn’t coming back for them. ..

“Tell you what sunshine, how bout we go round to the local shops and leave notes with them with my contact info and we’ll make sure the note we left is still there. Would you come back home with me then angel?”

They fiddle with their hands as they think it over, looking uncertain about this. Killer is a stranger after all but he’s been very kind to them and they don't want to spend another night outside.

“Well,, when he does come back then he’ll find the note. Or if the note is gone he can ask the shops next door. I guess,, it would be ok for me to come back with you then. I didn’t really want to spend another night under that bench honestly”

He’s relieved that they decided to go with him.

“Sounds good small fry. You wanna head back now or is there anything you need to go pick up that you left behind?”

“Um no not really, i don't really have,, anything else”

Oh yeah, that’s right. They just really had the clothes on their back and that’s it. Well, we should fix that sooner than later.

“Well tell you what angel, how bout we stop at the store to pick up a few things before we head back?”

“Sure thing, that's no problem”

He put his hand down on the table and had Angel climb up onto his hand. They climb up on and sit down, holding on to his thumb for support.

“Ready K” they say as they look up at him, waiting.

“Alrighty, up we go then” he brought his hand up closer to his chest so they feel more stable while he walks.

He starts to head out of the shop, waving bye to the kid behind the counter as he leaves the shop.

They walked down the street, the clouds had cleared up and it was looking like it was going to be a clear day.

“So tell me Angel, what do you like to do? Like what hobbies do you have?”

“What do I like to do? Well sometimes i can see the tv from where my cage is, that’s nice. Or sometimes i can see a cat out the window, they look so fluffy i wish i could pet them. Oh! Or one time my owner got me a fresh piece of fabric for my encloser, it was nice. It was back when he first got me.”

Killer grew a little sad as he heard what they said, it sounds like they haven’t had the best life so far. Wait, cage??

“Hold up doll, cage? He kept you in a cage?” he says, a bit concerned.

“Yeah? Pets are kept in cages” they say like it’s just the most normal thing ever.

“But you're like a tiny person not a hamster?”

They just shrug at that, not knowing what to say.

"well I don't have a cage at my house, and I'm not buying one. So you just have to roam around the house i guess” Killer tries to say casually, sensing that they felt awkward about this.

“That’s ok, just ,, try not to step on me please”

“Oh of course not, i wouldn’t do that angel, course not”

Thye walk in silence for a bit till they get to the store, the cool air conditioning washing over them as they walk through the breezeway.

“Ok i need to pick up some groceries and a few other little things. If you see something you want let me know angel.” killer said as he got a cart. “Do you want me to keep carrying you or do you wanna ride in the basket of the cart?”

They thought about it for a moment, they don't wanna be dropped or josiled as he picks up things while he shops so the cart would probably be a better option.

“Cart please?”

“Sure thing pal”

He puts them down into the cart basket and starts rolling it through the store. Picking up items that he’s been meaning to pick up when he got to the store. Some food stuff and some paper plates and other such.

He watched them eye the sweet roll case, they wanted one he could tell maybe they were just too shy to ask for one.

“I was thinking about getting a sweet roll for later, but I never seem to finish one when I get them. If I got one would you eat it with me small fry?”

“Yeah! I could definitely help you with that, i'm very good at eating sweet rolls!”

He chuckles a little at their response, “well how bout you pick the flavor out then, ya little sweet roll expert”

They looked into the sweets case with a very determined look, it was clear they took this task very seriously.

“The strawberry one! The one second to the left, it looks the freshest and the frosting is extra pretty”

He chuckles at them, “you're so right, that looks like the perfect one. Good job Angel”

He takes the little tongs that were there for picking up the sweets and gets that one out and puts it into a little box, setting the box in their cart.

The bitty beams a little at the praise, glad that killer approves of their choice.

They move on with their shopping, finishing up with the food section and moving onto clothes. Killer rolls into the bitty clothes aisle.

“Ok short stack, you said you didn’t have any extra clothes so we’re going to pick you up some extra sets”

“O-oh you don't have to do that, I don't need those, it's ok” they try to protest, not wanting Killer to spend too much money on them.

“Oh relax, even if you only stay with me for a bit you should still have some extra sets of clothes. Now what kinda of host would I be if I didn't make sure you were comfy hm? A bad host is what. now , I’m buying you a few sets of clothes, do you want to pick them out?”

“Well,,,ok then. If you're really ok with spending money on me for that, then yea i would like some clean clothes actually.

He nods as he picks them up so they can get a better look at the clothes in their size. There were rows and rows of various sizes of bitty clothes, all in different styles and colors.

They pick out a couple pairs of cargo pants, two plain tshirts, a space themed hoodie. And then of course a pack of socks and boxers.

Killer looks at the couple of outfits they had picked out, “don’t you wanna pick out a few more sets of clothes?”

“No, this is fine. Thank you, this is more than enough”

“Ok, what about pj’s then?”

“Pj’s?” they ask with a tilt of their head.

“Yeah you know, pj’s. Like soft sleep clothes?”

“Oh. i’ve never had those before.”

“Never? Huh, well how bout you pick out a pair or two”

They shake their head, “yeah never. I guess I could pick out a pair? i don't think i need them though”

They look at the pj’s available and pick out a plain soft black tshirt and some dark blue soft pants.

“Are these ok K?”

Killer nods, “yeah those look fine, as long as you think you’ll be comfy in them then they’ll do”

They get added to the cart with the rest of the clothes.

“Ok, we got the food, paper goods, and clothes for you. I think that’s everything, anything else you can think of Angel?”

They shake their head, “no, i'm good”

They head to the check out, scan the items and pay before heading out.

Killer moves them back to his shoulder as he carries the bags. He walks out of the shop and sits down on the bench.

The bitty looks around a bit confused, “um, shouldn’t we head back to your house? Is everything ok?”

“Ok we’re heading back to the house, I don't wanna walk all the way back and the oats bus will be here in the next ten anyway”

“Ah ok. What’s an oats bus?”

“Oh it’s a bus for geezers like me, and just people without cars. It makes its rounds across town a few times a day”

They nod along, that makes sense.

They think for a second, mr. K doesn’t look old but then again he’s a skeleton. Maybe they dont look old like humans do? The kid at the coffee shop called him old man and the store gave him a senior discount.

“Um, sorry if it’s rude, but how old are you?”

He chuckles a little at that goodnaturedly, “im round 63 last i checked”

“Wow that old. Sorry! I didn’t mean that in a rude way, that just seems really old to me”

“You're good, I'm not offended” he laughs along, “and how old are you?”

“I’m 4”

“..only 4? Are you full grown for a bitty? “

“I think so? I don’t know a lot about how bittys grow, sorry. But I think I remember someone saying once that we have an accelerated growth rate?”

Killer nods along thinking, “well that fits, you act like an adult altho an inexperienced one”

They just kinda shrug in response.

They sit on the bench waiting for the bus. It’s a good thing the sky cleared up so they didn’t have to wait in the rain.

They share a sweet roll and they wait, killer breaking off pieces and handing them to Angel.

[joy-of-life88]

Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 4 Soon

Katja POV

A week later I was standing in the Gorilla watching the monitor. I was waiting for it to be my time to distract Damian so AJ would win the match. That way Damian would be banned from ringside  at the PPV. And later I would officially become a member of Judgment Day.

It still made me very nervous, but in the meantime that had more to do with what power Damian suddenly seemed to have over me. The more I tried to resist the deeper I was pulled into his orbit. The fans seemed to pick up on this as well, because the reactions to our cat and mouse game and the kiss last weeks were phenomenal. Everyone was excited about the chemistry we had.

My music hit and Damian's head shot up as he stared towards the ramp. This distraction allowed AJ to roll up and secure the victory. With slow steps I walked towards the ring as a murmur went through the audience. They seemed to notice my incipient change. The slightly darker hair, the darker than normal for me outfit. And the dark, mysterious makeup seemed to speak a clear language, even if it was not quite there yet.

Damian's eyes were still locked with mine until Edge started attacking AJ and shouting orders at D. I just stood there watching the scene from afar until suddenly Finn's music came on. He rushed to AJ's aid by attacking Damian and then Edge. Quickly the two men rolled out of the ring. But they kept their distance.

I walked purposefully towards Damian while I heard the audience gasp. They probably thought that this was the moment. But they were wrong. I grabbed Damian's hand while slowly hooking the fingers of my free hand into the laces of his top. This way I pulled him even closer to me until I could stand on my tiptoes and reach his lips.

"Soon." I whispered against his mouth before turning and walking back up the ramp.

The fans booed and cheered in equal parts as I turned around once more. This time it was me who winked at Damian. I watched with a small smirk as his chest rose and fell quickly. Only I wasn't sure if it was because of the effort or the excitement.

It seemed almost as if we were both equally in trouble. And I was sure that I could not resist the feelings he triggered in me for much longer. Maybe not even until the end of the day.

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A few hours later I was standing in front of the door to Damian's hotel room. Unsure if it was such a good idea, I walked up and down for a few minutes. Then I took a deep breath, raised my hand and knocked. There was nothing to be heard on the other side of the door. Maybe he was already asleep or maybe he had gone out for a drink with the other guys.

I was about to leave again when the door finally opened. Damian stood in front of me, visibly surprised, in nothing but a pair of low-riding, dark gray sweatpants. I gulped as I tore myself away from the sight and looked up at him.

"Bluebell.... what are you doing here so late?" he asked quietly.

"I... well, I just wanted to see you. Can I maybe come in?" I replied as I played with my fingers.

"Of course. Come on in." he said with a smile as he stepped aside to let me in.

"I'm glad to see you, Bluebell." he said as he stepped behind me.

I felt his breath on my skin. Just below my ear as he gently placed his hands on my upper arms.

"Are you? That's what I like to hear." I replied shyly.

"So tell me... why did you want to see me?" said Damian then.

"Well... honestly... I kind of... missed you." I explained to him as I slowly turned around to look at him.

"That makes two of us. I missed you too, Kat." he replied and then gave me a light kiss on the forehead.

When he pulled back, he looked deep into my eyes and stopped moving. For a few moments we just looked at each other. To me, at least, that should have felt weird, but it didn't. On the contrary. Everything inside me fluttered.

Slowly, I lifted my hand and placed it on his neck. I then placed my other hand on the back of his neck so that I could pull him towards me. All this was new to me, yet I had the feeling that it was right.

Damian understood what I wanted and leaned down to me. Our lips met and it wasn't long before they began to dance with each other. Slowly, yet so sensually. My breath turned to gasps as I clung to him. Damian's fingers dug into my hips as I pulled him over to the bed. Together we sat down, but didn't interrupt the kiss for even second.

But when I finally ran out of air, I pulled back a bit. I looked into his deep eyes and licked my lips. His taste was still on my lips, lingering in my mouth.

"D... remember how you said it would be an honor for you.... To be my first? In every way?" I whispered as my lips moved on his.

"I do. And I meant it." he replied softly, though I wasn't sure he was fully aware of what I was getting at.

"I want that to be you, Damian. Show me.... Let me feel it." I breathed.

"You mean...?" he inquired as if he had misheard. His eyes grew big and round.

"I want you to take me.... Right now." I replied.

[the-acid-pear]

Had a Dream today. Kind of ended waking up after confronting my mom bc how angry I was. Bit of a fucking we need to talk about Kevin fanfiction edge too for some goddamn reason (never watched the movie although I don't like the evil kid narrative at all, and I really don't like it if my dream had to pull it up, BUT i did find this fucking post which i do enjoy. I did kind of just see the scene of her breaking his arm yesterday and it pissed me off that greatly I guess but anyway...).

Dream itself breakdown: we spent a lot of time preparing to go to space, a few people did before me. I remember there was this... Drag queen or simply femme, she looked like lady bear but dark skinned. There was also some dipshit who kept selling us shit we needed and said the name of the item like a little song. I tried to steal his thing as revenge but he won again when we were inside the space ship and he sold us canes (I was trying to sell cream, and I didn't even have enough for us all).

The space trip was ok btw the girl went in first and we followed suit (I think she was fucking piloting? Slay). At first I was dizzy and scared just Sleeping because I was Anxious. But then I opened the eyes after told so and I saw the stars and got scared of getting height fright on the moon but then I saw, a neighborhood? And we got off like it was a car and we started wandering.

And everything was pretty normal? Not a lot of people outside but I saw a few with minor changes like weird ears or scaly legs but otherwise very normal. I walked with my dad and step mom and when they pointed out we didn't see anything odd I was like "I saw [dad, step sister and I] a few houses back" and he was like why didn't you tell us?! and we started backtracking but we got distracted with this blue tiled house in a corner street with cats outside and around. I got stuck in the fence but my step mother opened it from the side. I got worried about House Invasion but brushed it off bc cut weird cats.

Inside the house a guy with missing a few fingers in his left hand lived. He was dilfy. Short, fat, bald, beard, a little tanned. Few scars here and there too. He wasn't anything to write home about appearance wise, peak some guy, but he was a kind ass man. He might've had family but I didn't pay attention to them.

We nearly burnt his fucking house down. Like straight up. I don't know how the details but I remember it was all Minecraft for a second and we were hitting the fire to turn it off but it was spreading and I went inside the basement to continue doing damage control but then was like WOW [name] YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BASEMENT bc he did it was like, the brick was blending w the hole and there were tools to the side IT WAS PRETTY, OK? But then I got stuck bc it was 2 blocks deep so I had to start screaming for help and for some reason when he came to help me out he handed me his Bad hand and I squished it to pull my fat ass up and he winced but didn't say anything.

And then, the star of the show! The fucking Kevin and my mom coming out of nowhere scene. Because someone asked him to talk to the kid (bc my whole gripe w the movie is the arm scene he was in that age range, though he was a different kid entirely, he was even blonde). And of course bc this guy is a hero he managed to talk to the kid and reason with him and IN MY DREAM it all really boiled down to neglect, him even saying "if we went missing mom would only realize when the dog didn't come back too" and idk what the guy said (I'll call him George bc i think that was his name) but he managed to convince the kid to change for the better and, recommended fucking treatment w cannabis? And then we left.

And then we left and I'm walking down the street with my mom. It was sunny, before we were in somewhere like Varela now it was closer to Avellaneda. I don't know if I started talking or if she did but I know I started screaming, because what the kid had said applied to me too. Actually, in fact, that kid might've been me? Or something like that like we were different timeline versions of each other, there was a George that looked like a regular suburban dad and not a monster hunter (George might've had an eyepatch the more I think of it, he might not be bald too?? IDK I digress) so my anger wasn't just projecting but something else. So I started screaming at her about how little she cared about me and then she faced away and I lowered my head and reached up but she intercepted me going "never lower your head when facing me!" but I countered with "I wasn't lowering my head I was trying to make you face ME" and then I grabbed her by the jaw so she'd look at me in the eyes (my mom is half a head taller than me btw) and I couldn't say anything else because I woke up.

So yeah. Gotta love dog symbolism innit?

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He��d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol