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draconica · 4 years ago

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I'M GIVING U A PROMPT 16 + 27! Can never get enough of reading about these bbies :3

16: First huge fight 27: Forehead touching

This one is angsty... obv. 👀

Twelve months ago, Ellis had brought up the topic of adoption with his husband. Nick had seemed incredibly tentative, avoiding the subject as much as possible while Ellis continued to dream. The subject would continue to come up over dinners, during drives, while they lay in bed at night. It was only after more gentle coaxing from the younger man that Nick finally opened up to the idea.

Ten months ago, they took their first steps towards becoming parents. They'd looked into all the options – surrogates, adoption, foster homes. Ellis was the one taking the reigns the entire time while hooking them up with agencies and filling out too many forms to count. Nick took the backseat, in the meantime distracting himself with more and more visits to casinos.

Six months ago, the agency they'd settled with had told them their application was being considered, and while there were more legal things to iron out in the meantime, they would receive a call when the parental process was cleared and they could start actively looking to adopt.

A week ago, Ellis had found a bundle of letters from the adoption agency shoved behind the fridge. Most of them were asking for references, others were just letters to remind them they were still on file. Didn't truly matter what they were; the point was Nick had deliberately been hiding them.

Ellis had been confused at first, then angry. They hadn't gone through nearly a year of this shit just for Nick to sabotage things at the last second. So, that night, he waited for Nick to come home from his usual hideout at the pool hall, and waved the letters in his face, demanding an explanation.

“Nick. We talked about this,” he followed his husband into the den where the man in question poured himself a whiskey from the cabinet. The stronger stuff. “We filled out all the forms, went to all the interviews and meetings with the agency. I thought you wanted a kid!”

Nick growled and downed the liquid, his back to Ellis. “It's… complicated. Alright?” He turned and pointed at the younger man while holding his glass. “And you're so damn slow, I'd never expect you to understand.”

Ellis was getting more and more pissed off, especially as Nick began falling back into hold habits and took another jibe at his expense. “Then talk to me, man! Break the fuckin' habit of a lifetime, Nick, and talk to me.”

“Look, this whole thing was your idea! I went along with it to shut you up because it was all you fucking talked about, but now it's getting too much for me.” The gambler set down his glass, ran a hand through his hair and braced his hands on the cabinet. “I can't do it.”

Well, he was talking, at least. But Ellis needed to have this all out, right now. “There ya go again, man! This has to all be about you, right? Ain't nothin' or no one in the world matters so long as Nick is happy.” He stepped up to his partner not quite within touching distance. “If ya just stopped and looked around ya for five fuckin' seconds you might see other people's feelings getting hurt.”

Nick swivelled on his feet in an instant, making Ellis flinch in case a glass went flying at him. It didn't, thankfully, Nick wasn't like that. “Feelings? You wanna talk about God-damn feelings, Ellis? Let's talk about how you're gonna feel when our kid gets taken away because I screw it up so badly! Just like my parents did to me.”

“Nick, the hell are you talkin' about?” frowned the mechanic, brow furrowing.

There was a pregnant pause in their argument. Nick's feet were itching like he wanted to bolt. He dropped his shoulders and looked away. “Come on, Ellis, we both know I can't do this. I can't raise a fucking child, I can barely look after you.”

“Real mature.” Ellis rolled his eyes, then jabbed a finger into Nick's chest. “Don't you fuckin' dare make this all about you. What about me, huh? You ever ask yourself why I brought this whole thing up in the first damn place? Because I want this baby with you, Nick. I want to start a family with you, and I know that it's gonna be scary as hell but I know we can do it 'cos we have each other. I mean… do you think I'm ready to do this? 'Cos I ain't! I'm scared as all shit, man!”

Nick snorted and almost smiled, like what Ellis said had been a triumph for him. “See? Looks like I'm not the only coward between us.” With a sigh, he crossed his arms and looked out of their den window. “Then we'll withdraw the application, give it a few years more.”

“No.” The younger man squinted – partly in anger, mostly to try and stop the tears from leaking out. “Not a chance in hell! We've come this far, Nick, I've been sick to my stomach every day just waitin’ and wonderin' and I am not gonna go through this again.” Ellis folded his arms, too. He was not budging. “We're adoptin' this child, whether you're ready or not.”

A brief flash of fear appeared over Nick's eyes for just a moment before he was right back to frustration again. He hung his head. “Fine. Fine!” The older man shouldered past his husband as he went to leave. “But see if I have any part of it!”

Ellis, near enough seeing red at this point, span on his feet to try and catch him as he left. He grabbed Nick's sleeve. “...You-!”

At that moment, as their eyes met again, the phone rang on the coffee table. It shook the mechanic enough to calm down a little, blood coming down from the boil, and moved to answer it but not before shooting Nick a look that promised, this isn't over.

He picked up the receiver all too angrily. “Hello. Oh, hello, y-yeah, this is Ellis.”

The tone in Ellis's voice caused Nick to pause in the doorway, turning his head a little to try and read exactly what that emotion was – but he couldn’t place it.

“Oh.” Ellis's shoulders slumped. “O-okay... Wait, so what does that mean? … Alright, yeah, I understand. Th-thank you. Bye.”

Nick turned back to his lover and watched as Ellis disconnected the call. There was such defeat to his posture that for a moment, he didn't look like Ellis at all. Nick's heart began to pound. “...Overalls?”

The Southerner didn't turn around as he replied, voice quiet. “That was the agency. They've rejected our application.”

There was no way Nick could possibly pinpoint exactly what emotions crashed though him at that moment, however there was one thing he knew he needed to do for certain – hug his husband. “Oh. Damn, shit… Ellis, I'm…” Nick took the few short steps up to Ellis's back, lifting a hand and placing it gently on his shoulder. “I'm sorry.”

Ellis didn't let Nick see his face as he immediately turned and pulled Nick into the hug that he needed just as much. He rubbed his face on the man's shoulder slightly and began to shake with tears. “I-I can't believe it.”

“I know, sweetheart. I… I can't either.” The gambler stared dead ahead as his thoughts raced a mile a minute. He cupped the back of his love's head and gently scratched the scalp to calm him down. He'd got his wish, it seemed. Shouldn't he be relieved? Shouldn't he not be on the verge of tears himself right now? They stood there in that heady silence for a little while longer, all of which time was spent with Nick trying to find his next words. “Hey… we'll be okay, right? We can try again.”

“We don't have to.” Ellis murmured before finally lifting his head – he had a smile on his face. “I lied. They've accepted.”

Ellis wish he could've taken a picture of Nick's face at that moment. The gambler was absolutely stunned as he looked at him “...What did you say?”

Strong hands came up to frame Nick's face, Ellis blinking some more tears out of his eyes. “They accepted our application, man. We're gonna be parents.” The mechanic thought for a hot second that Nick was about to explode, his expression completely unreadable. “Are ya mad?”

Looking back at his husband while his face was being caressed in the way Ellis was so good at, Nick shook his head. “No, I'm not. I'm...”

“Happy?” Ellis grinned.

“Well, one thing at a time.”

Both men gave a small chuckle and leant in closer until their foreheads were resting together. Nick closed his eyes in the silence that surrounded them, especially after such a heated argument, and Ellis did the same as his thumbs delicately brushed over Nick's skin.

When Ellis spoke, his voice was soft as snow. “I know you'd rather take on a million Tanks than become a father, Nick. But we survived a zombie apocalypse together. Raising a lil' baby? That's gonna be a piece o' cake.”

Nick couldn't yet accept that Ellis was right but did smile in response as he opened his eyes. “Just promise you won't let me screw this up.”

“Whatever happens, I'll love ya 'till we're old and gray.” Ellis glanced up to Nick's temple and smiled. “Well… grayer.”

Chuckling, Nick kissed his little husband at the very least to shut him up. At most, because he wanted to. “I love you.”

“Right back at'cha,” Ellis whispered.

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superbadassnatural · 5 years ago

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A Night to Remember

Summary: After downing many shots of whiskey, the boys and Y/N find themselves having fun with a “teenage game”. Yep, Sam, Dean, and Cas get to play truth or dare. Square filled: Crossdressing Pairing: Dean x Reader; if you squint, you’ll find slightly implied Sam x Reader and Dean x Castiel Word count: 1,482 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of kinks, masturbation and threesome, goofy TFW A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Hope you enjoy it.

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After many shots of whiskey and some of tequila — which only you drank —, you, your boyfriend Dean, Sam, and Cas were laughing at every and anything as you sat around the map table. Friday night and you all just decided to let loose and get drunk.

“Okay, okay,” you gushed between giggles as the three of them tried to calm down after one of Cas’ jokes. “I think we should play truth or dare.”

“Y/N-“ Sam started but you quickly interrupted him.

“C’mon, Sammy,” you whined. “It’ll be fun!”

“I’m with Y/N on that,” Dean added, patting your thigh.

“So who wants to start?” none of them answered. “Alrighty, I’ll go,” you rolled your eyes. “Sammy, truth or dare?

“Truth.”

“Which one of us do you think has the worst fashion sense?”

“Cas,” he giggled. Castiel stared at him, clearly offended. “C’mon man, you wear the same clothes every day.”

The room filled with laughter.

“Alright, my turn,” Cas leaned on the table. “Dean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you peed in bed?”

“I have never peed in bed,” he exclaimed. Wide jade eyes staring back at the angel. Sam scoffed a laugh. “What are you laughing at? It’s true.”

“No, it isn’t. You were twelve, man. At least that’s the last time I saw you wake up on a wet mattress.”

“That wasn’t pee, Sammy,” a smirk appearing on Dean’s lips.

“Of course it was,” Sam gave his brother his best bitch face. “It smelled like pee, Dean.”

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. “But don’t you ever tell this to anyone,” he pointed his finger to each of you. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Since you boys are too coward to pick dare, I’ll do it,” you snapped. “Dare me, Winchester,” you winked at him, trying to give him a sensual look, but making a total fool of yourself.

“I dare you, sweetheart, to have a teaspoon of ghost pepper,” he wiggled his brows at you.

“Okay,” you tried to sound natural as a shiver ran down your spine.

He ran to the kitchen and got back with a generous teaspoon of ghost pepper and a glass of milk. You frowned. Why did he bring you a glass of milk instead of water?

“Water only spreads the heat. Milk helps,” he said as if he was able to read your mind. “Alright, open up.”

Once the pepper hit your tastebuds, your whole body was on fire. Sweat broke on your forehead. Grimacing, you swallowed it all. Dean removed the spoon from your mouth, trying his best not to laugh or he would find himself in some serious trouble.

“Gosh, this is horrible,” you managed to say as you reached for the glass of milk, chugging it down. “Whoa this actually works.”

And the game moved on.

“So Cas, say something dirty to the person in front of you,” Sam challenged Cas.

“Dean, I think you’d look really nice on my angel blade,” Cas said in all seriousness while he narrowed his eyes at the hunter.

You and Sam completely lost it. You were almost knocked out of your chair. Sam was laughing hysterically and could barely catch his breath. Cas’ line was golden and Dean’s reaction was priceless. His eyes were totally wide and his eyebrows were shot up and his mouth had an “o” shape. He did not expect that. Neither of you did.

“Cas, you’re awesome,” you managed to say between giggles as you fanned at yourself. Happy tears were prickling in your eyes. “Alright. Sam, truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Do you have any kinks, Samuel?” you wiggled your brows. An asymmetric grin making its way to your lips. “If you do, then share with us.” Sam sighed.

“I do actually,” he shrugged. “Bondage, voyeurism, and edging.”

“Didn’t need to know that,” Dean muttered, taking a swig of his beer.

“Not gonna lie, those are some of my favorites too,” you winked.

The game went on and Dean found himself with four ice cubes inside his boxers after his brother dared him. Cas let you draw a dick on his flushed cheek, so now every time you looked at him, you couldn’t keep a straight face. Eventually, the boys figured out that once your mom caught you masturbating, and apparently Sam’s top three turn-ons were: playing with his hair, wearing red and striptease. Dean now doesn’t want you to wear anything read near Sam.

“Which of us would you like to kiss, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“You, of course,” you pecked his lips. “See, just did that.”

“Aside from me,”

“I’d kiss any of them, but I’m gonna go with Sam. ‘Cause then I’ll be able to say I’ve had a taste of both Winchester’s.”

“Is that on your bucket list or something?” Sam asked.

“It can be if you want to.” you winked.

“Dean, what’s a secret you’ve never told Y/N?” Cas asked and your boyfriend cursed under his breath.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“I’ve had a threesome once,” he admitted, taking in the look on your face. “Twice actually,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. The tip of his ears turning into a bright shade of red.

“Hmm, that’s sounds like fun. Maybe we should try that sometime, huh?” you winked, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“Nah, I wouldn’t share you with anyone,” he wrapped his arm around you, tugging you to him and kissing the side of your head.

“Now Y/N,” Sam exclaimed, still figuring what dare he could make up for you. “Let us look through your phone for 2 minutes.”

You shrugged, unlocking your phone and handing it to them.

“No one’s gonna look her photos. That’s a no-zone.” Dean announced, making his way to his brother and best friend as they searched through your phone.

They made fun of your texts and your taste for game apps. You’d certainly hear for a long time them mocking you for being on level 474 of Candy Crush. Argh, guilty pleasures…

It was getting really late and you were growing tired. You all decided to go for one last round and call it a night.

“Dean,” Sam started. “You and Y/N are crossdressing.”

“Why do you have to drag me into this?”

“C’mon Y/N/N, it’ll be fun,” he tried to convince you.

You and Dean headed to your shared bedroom. You knew exactly which of his clothes you were going to pick for you. But for him? Dean’s a big guy so your clothes would be a little tight on him.

“Alright, are you guys ready for a show?” you yelled across the hallway. You and Dean were out of the boys’ sight.

You walked down the hall as if you were modeling for Victoria’s Secrets. Except you were on Dean’s denim shorts and his white tank top under his unbuttoned blue flower shirt. To make it even more glamorous, you added his sunglasses and his beige summer hat that covered your messy bun and his gigantic flip-flops.

“So how do I look, boys?” you stopped in front of them. A hand on your hips as you spun for them to have a full glance at your outfit.

“You look awesome, Y/N,” Sam said. “But I have a feeling that two Y/N would fit in there.”

You chuckled.

“Dean, come out, honey,” you called for him.

Dean started to walk down the hall with his head held high. He was feeling as he was a famous top model right now.

The boys completely lost it when they saw him wearing your gray pencil skirt that was a little higher up on his thighs. His bowlegs in full display. He wore a buttoned white shirt that clung too tight to his broad chest. The buttons barely keeping it together. Unfortunately, your pantsuit didn't fit him, so he put on his own FBI suit. You handed him your reading glasses. His plump lips held a vibrant red lipstick. To make him look even better, you had him put on a long, wavy black wig.

“Argh, she’s gorgeous,” you sighed, trying to keep from laughing as he winked at you.

Dean spun for you to see his whole outfit.

“Ah, this is horrible and hilarious at the same time,” Sam chuckled, pulling his phone out to snap as many pictures as he could of his brother.

You joined Dean in front of the camera. Striking many silly poses. Dean still tried not to make any crude movements that could tear your skirt apart.

The sound of your mixed waves of laughter and giggles filled the war room. All four of you were having so much fun that you managed to forget what was going on outside these walls. You were having fun with your boyfriend and your friends. And God knows how much you all needed that. After you all recover from the pain in the ass hangover tomorrow will bring, you could dig into another case. But for now, you just need to enjoy your time as a family.

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lilibetts · 5 years ago

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Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

(Part 2/3, Theme 1)

Betty was going to delete LoveAlarm from her phone.

She should have deleted LoveAlarm off her phone.

But come Wednesday afternoon, she still hasn’t, and she couldn’t have told you why. A glutton for punishment, probably.

>>No, you’re just a hopeful romantic! Veronica texts her while she’s in the library during study hall, working on an English essay. >>The app is all about proximity. You don’t know who you simply haven’t been within twenty feet of yet. Or maybe they just haven’t downloaded the app.

Maybe so, yet Betty can’t help but feel like there is a fine line between hopeful and masochistic. She wants to text Veronica back with a passive-aggressive message about how Veronica has it easy with a bunch of pings and *at least* two people around the school who love her. But she doesn’t because that would be shitty.

The point is, LoveAlarm is still on her phone and she’s doing her best to forget all about it and her unexpectedly complicated feelings about Archie. That’s when it happens: she feels her phone buzzing across the wood table.

Frowning, she checks it, assuming it’s Veronica with more encouraging platitudes. Betty can scarcely believe what she sees, however:

Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

The red heart on her screen is practically vibrating off the phone as she watches in shock. Her eyes dart up and around, landing on every face surrounding her. There has to be what, twelve people in the library that could be within twenty feet of her? It’s a popular location for study hall, after all.

Someone is in love with her.

Was it Trev? Chuck? Sweet Pea? Alex C.? Tyler? Dilton? Of course it occurs to Betty that it could be a girl, but she isn’t up to date on who’s Out and who Veronica and Kevin are convinced are closeted. It definitely isn’t Ethel Muggs, who has started scowling at her every chance she gets lately.

The number on her phone goes back down to zero, so either the person turned their phone off or they just left her radius. Another frantic glance around only shows her the front doors swinging shut. Frowning, Betty realizes that Sweet Pea is no longer in the library and Trev has gotten up and walked over to a shelf in the back. Nobody seems to be doing anything with their phone.

Biting her lip, Betty considers her options, but there’s really only one solution.

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Jughead is in the Blue & Gold, fingers clacking away at the typewriter Betty had gotten him for his 16th birthday, Sweet Pea’s teasing words echoing in his ears, when said Hitchcock blonde comes bursting into the room.

“Juggie!” she exclaims a little breathlessly. She has one of those determined grins on her face that make his heart go pitter-patter.

Thankfully, his phone is off, so it can’t tell on him.

“I need your help.” She drags another chair up to his desk and sits down primly, spine straight and ankles crossed. /If you have the time./

/Of course. What’s up?/

Betty hesitates then, biting her lip. /I downloaded LoveAlarm,/ she says finally, arms and voice tentative. /Someone pinged it in the library earlier and I want you to help me find out who./ With that, Betty slaps down a piece of paper with a list of names on it. Jughead swallows hard.

He’s not an absolute moron, he did expect this. When presented with an unknown suitor, of course Betty Cooper would immediately start to investigate.

He could just tell her, but again, vulnerability is scary. As Tim Kreider wrote, “If you want to enjoy the rewards of being loved, you also have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.” It’s a certainty that she’ll figure it out eventually. Maybe he’s being a coward, but hey, Betty *loves* solving mysteries.

Jughead doesn’t expect her love in return, he’s just flattered that he was the first one she thought of to help her figure out who pinged her LoveAlarm.

/Why are Sweet Pea and Trev’s names starred?/

/They left my radius around the same time my LoveAlarm went from 1 to 0./

When Jughead had decided to sneak into the library earlier and make her phone ping while he hid in the stacks behind her, he had been counting on the other students around her as cover but now, seeing that she’s zeroed in on two guys in particular has a pit opening up in his stomach.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Jones. Just tell her,” Sweet Pea had told him.

His hands feel clunky as he tries to sign. /And if it’s one of them, how would you feel?/

The question stymies Betty, who shakes her head and shrugs, gathering up her things. /I don’t know. Let’s just figure out who it is and I’ll figure out how I feel then./

“Okay,” Jughead ends up saying to her retreating back.

Thursday is simultaneously the most fun and the most torturous. In the morning, Jughead finds himself helping Betty stalk Sweet Pea down G Hallway, chatting him up to stall him near the Chem classrooms and surreptitiously waving her over once he ascertains that Sweet Pea has his phone out and turned on.

“Hey, Sweet Pea!”

Betty practically bounces as she comes to a stop next to him, eyes bright but biting her lip nervously. She’s balancing a 13”x9” tupperware container in her arms, and her phone is in her left hand, turned away from them so they can’t see LoveAlarm open on the screen.

Of course Jughead turned his own off as soon as he arrived at school. What do you think he is? An amateur?

“'Sup, Coop?” Sweet Pea doesn’t know a lot of sign language, but he smiles down at her easily. Jughead is overwhelmed by a sudden urge to kick him in the shin. “Are those for me?” Sweet Pea approximates sign with some basic pointing from the cupcakes in the tupperware container before pointing at himself.

“Uh…” Betty’s sneaking a glance at her phone and for a moment, Jughead is worried. “Yes, you can have one. They’re Boston Cream Pie cupcakes.”

He groans on the inside. Those are his favorite.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Sweet Pea murmurs, grabbing one and peeling away the liner so he can take a bite.

This time, Jughead’s groan may have been audible.

Betty catches Jughead’s eye and shakes her head. Great, that’s one name scratched off their list. To Sweet Pea, she says: “I better be off, or I’ll be late. Bye, guys!”

Jughead watches her leave, ponytail swishing from side to side. Sweet Pea watches him watch her leave for a moment before he clears his throat.

“Listen, Jones, I don’t mean to rush you and all, but...having a cute girl come up to you all smiles and offering you a cupcake—a damn delicious cupcake at that—might make a guy catch feelings. Just saying.” With that, Sweet Pea takes another bite of the cupcake, getting chocolate icing smeared all around his lips. Every chew he takes seems like a threat. A helpful threat.

“Lima Charlie,” Jughead sighs. Message received and understood. Sweet Pea’s older brother had been in the army and thus, he and Jughead had spent years using military jargon over walkie talkies as they snuck around Sunnyside. With a nod, Sweet Pea gives him an unnecessarily hard pat on the back and heads down the hallway.

When Jughead ducks into the Blue & Gold in between the next classes, he sees the tupperware container on his desk, next to his typewriter, a sticky note on top:

The rest are yours! I made your favorites, after all. -B

God I love you, Betty Cooper.

Lunchtime is nearly a disaster. Betty had roped the two of them into helping the Theater Club finish some set decoration for a production of Almost, Maine. All for nothing, because as it turns out, Trev is out for a dentist appointment. Still, Jughead manages to have fun being half-heartedly helpful while he eats his lunch—two ham sandwiches Betty brought in for him as a bribe for helping her with this—and Betty’s having a good time too, as evidenced by the fact she’s smiling so hard her eyes crinkle, and even when she tries to scrunch up her face to be mad at him eating more than painting, it just collapses into another giggling fit.

It’s when lunch is over and they’re heading up the aisle to where they’d left their things that Jughead remembers he left his phone on. Betty has hers with her, since she thought she would be testing Trevor’s phone for pings, and she’s barely five feet behind him.

Crap.

He hurries ahead and grabs it, depressing the power button. Just before the screen goes black, he could have sworn he saw his LoveAlarm app begin to open.

He doesn’t let himself think anything of it. In the rush, his thumb had probably hit the app button.

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Thursday night finds Betty pondering the mystery that still remains: the identity of the person who loves her. Sweet Pea has been eliminated from the list of possibilities, but Trev Brown remains a question mark.

Curled up in her thick socks and comfiest sweatpants, hair wet from her shower and starting to curl, Betty stares at her laptop screen as she contemplates their next step. Her and Jughead had bonded over their mutual love of The Baxter Brothers and Tracy True books as children, and they’d conducted more than one investigation together over the years, so it’s natural that Betty had gone to him for help with this, even if it’s a little embarrassing.

But why, a niggling little voice asks at the back of her mind. Jughead’s question comes back to her: what will she do if it’s Trev? She doesn’t know.

Trev’s...nice. He’s cute, and smart, and Betty doesn’t have the faintest idea what she’d do with the knowledge that he’s in love with her. Go on a date with him, she supposes, to at least see whether there is something there before she...breaks his heart? That’s what you do, right? You go to dinner at one of the few nicer restaurants in town or you go see a movie at the Bijou.

She doesn’t really want to think about this, Betty realizes, as her attention wanders from her Sleuthster search results to the ads along the column on the right. One ad catches her eye and she gasps, straightening in her chair and grabbing her phone. Her thumbs fly over the keys as before she hits [send].

<<Do you still have the reels for Rear Window?

>>Yes, why?

<<We should set the projector up in my basement and watch it this weekend. I’ll supply the snacks.

>>Capital idea, Betts, but how are you going to get all that junk food past the K9-level olfactory senses of Alice Cooper?

<<It just so happens that my mom and dad are going to visit Polly in Boston this weekend.

>>Cambridge. Just say Cambridge.

<<As long as we dispose of the evidence and air out the basement with some Febreeze, mom will be none the wiser. I’m sure Archie will donate his trash bin to the cause.

There’s a longer pause before Jughead replies.

>>It’s a plan

>>Speaking of plans, what do you need me to do tomorrow re: Mission Pings?

Betty grins and taps out the basic framework of how they’re going to corner Trev before the pizza party at lunch, but Jughead will have her phone on him so he can feel for her ping, and listen for Trev’s ping. A thought occurs to her and Betty suddenly feels selfish for insisting that Jug help her.

<<I meant to ask you...have you downloaded LoveAlarm?

>>What do you think?

>>Besides, I already know what it would say.

A terrible feeling, like a vise in her chest, takes her over as she reads and re-reads those words. How can Jughead believe this? Almost immediately on the heels of that thought is the reminder that Betty herself had been despondent on Tuesday when she allowed the melodramatic thought that ‘nobody was going to ever love her’ to take hold.

<<That’s bullshit. Any girl would be lucky to fall in love with you!

She means her words. Jughead may be antisocial, he may wear that crown beanie practically all the time, and okay, yes he can be the most extra fucking weirdo on the planet...but he’s also clever and passionate, she’s seen firsthand how caring and considerate he can be, and of course he’s objectively attractive.

Betty stares at the window that faces the Andrews’ home, with the roller shades that are always pulled down lately, and pictures Jughead’s face in her mind, how he’s a bit on the pretty side, especially with that mouth. She thinks about how jealous she’s been of that wild head of dark hair in the past, when she’s seen him with the hat off, and how over the past year he’s shot up another inch or two and seems to have filled out, especially in the arms—

>>From your thumbs to God’s ears, Betts. Night, I’ve gotta be up bright and early to help you catch the worm.

She lets out a huff of laughter and rolls her eyes even though she knows he can’t see her.

<<Night, Juggie.

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amandaoftherosemire · 6 years ago

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Bulletproof -- Part Twelve

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Gamora, Peter Quill

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,383

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Bucky goes to Steve for advice. You go out of your way to get Bucky alone.

A/N: Here it is, folks! So many of you have asked for it, and I’ve loved every single scream of agony as y’all did so. But it’s finally here: the chapter where people actually talk to one another!

Banner by @hellzzzbelle

Part Eleven here

Part Twelve

Bucky locked your apartment door behind him on his way back to his own and immediately regretted it. He swore, viciously, under his breath on his way down the hallway to his door, wishing he'd turned around and woken you up to deal with all of this once and for all. He cursed himself for a coward as he unlocked his own door.

He didn't know what to do. He wanted to push, to make you listen to how he felt and tell him how you felt. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge of what you'd done when Thor had confessed to deeper feelings than an FWB should admit. Should he force you to deal with the fact that he was in love with you, he was far from sure you'd respond with anything more than kindness.

Especially now that he'd realized how far he'd truly fallen in your estimation. It wasn't only that you thought him merely promiscuous or unreliable, but you'd come to associate him with the very thing that had been used in an attempt to incapacitate and violate you. You'd left only his name on a bottle of the substance that had almost destroyed you. Whether you'd thought that deeply about it or not, he couldn't stop, and he was making himself sick to his stomach.

Which is why, when he saw the light on in Steve's studio, his first thought was relief that he didn’t have to be alone. He could talk to Steve, tell him what had happened and ask for help. Bucky assured himself that he didn't have to talk about being in love with you to get his best friend's input and advice on how to fix what he’d done. Moving on instinct, he didn't think twice about walking in with only a perfunctory knock.

Steve had deliberately stayed home to finish his big project so he could ask Peggy out for Saturday night guilt-free. Since he knew Bucky would be out until all hours and would most likely collapse straight into bed, if he came home at all, Steve had devoted the entire evening to a final big push. Which meant he had everything out as he put the finishing touches on all four works, and he hadn't bothered to lock the door.

"Steve, do you got a min--" Bucky came to a screeching halt at the sight of his best friend surrounded by sketches, drawings, paintings, all of you and all in varying states of undress.

"Shit." Steve was already turning around, but not in time to avoid Bucky's fist in his face. He twisted in desperation, grabbing Bucky as he went and tumbling to the floor to avoid damaging the canvas he'd been working on at his friend's inopportune entrance.

The two of them rolled over the floor in a tangle of limbs as Steve tried to defend himself without harming his friend or knocking over any of the paintings. By the time they came to a stop with Bucky crouched over Steve, his metal fist in the blond's shirt, his other hand shoving a sketch of you laughing naked in a bed of clover in Steve's face, they'd managed to scatter paper everywhere.

"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'she knows about this,'" Bucky growled, "I'll do more than bloody your nose."

The sheer insult that took over Steve's face had Bucky's hand loosening before he'd even responded. "Of fucking course she knows!" The shiver of relief that ran down Bucky's spine was in sharp contrast to his breaking heart and pure confusion, especially when Steve dropped his head to the floor with a thud. "But no one else is supposed to. She's gonna be so pissed at me."

Bucky pushed himself backward until he was sitting on the floor, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee for him to brace a forearm. He stared as Steve scrambled to his feet to check the canvas he’d been working on with worried eyes.

“Why?” Bucky asked, not sure what to say but desperate for any kind of explanation as to why there were a thousand images of you staring at him. Without context, Steve looked like the unhealthiest of stalkers.

Steve wasn’t paying attention, too worried about his painting to hear the layers to the question. “She nagged me to lock the door and I told her to shut up,” he answered absently. When he was satisfied the mermaid was unharmed, he stepped back and crossed his arms with a sigh. “She's never going to let me hear the end of it.”

Bucky was standing at this point, staring at a completed drawing in pastels of you in a golden gown that barely veiled the glory of your body, your face drawn into proud disdain. He'd seen that look before. Usually when you were about to say something cruel or cutting to him. "She's your model." Bucky was smiling a little when he turned to meet Steve's eyes, and so was shocked to see horror there. The next thing he knew, Steve was bundling him out of the room in no uncertain terms.

"Ah, come on, punk." Once out in the hallway, Bucky tried a cajoling tone and a wide grin. "Let me see the rest."

Steve planted himself in front of the door with a scowl and crossed arms. "No. No one can see them until she does, jerk."

Bucky glared at Steve for a moment, who glared defiantly back. He thought about needling Steve some more, but ultimately conceded, too familiar with his friend's stubbornness. Bucky figured if he couldn't make Steve do anything when he outweighed him by a hundred pounds, how in the world could he manage it now? Instead of pushing it any further, he faked toward the door, then laughingly let Steve push him down the hall.

"So that’s why she’s in our apartment in her robe all the damn time," he said smiling, but with an accusatory finger as he flopped onto the couch, splaying out to get comfortable as he teased his best friend. He was so relieved to finally have an answer to your and Steve's weird behavior, he could almost forget about what you'd said that night.

Steve dropped into the recliner next to the couch and raised a brow at Bucky. He could see the distress under the cheerful teasing and wondered what had finally brought his friend to him, grateful for it even if it meant he’d have to face your wrath for not being more careful. "How do you know that?" Steve accused. "You're supposed to be in class."

Bucky snorted. "And I've never skipped class, ever." He didn't know how to keep going, to ask the questions he needed to ask, to confess the things preying on his mind. He opened his mouth, but nothing sprung immediately to mind.

Taking pity on him, Steve only let him sit there with his mouth open for a couple of seconds before rescuing him. "So," he asked, genuinely curious as to what had sent Bucky bursting into his studio at nearly two AM after a frat party. "What did you need?"

"Shit. Nothing important." Bucky's courage completely failed him, unsure what it meant that you were Steve's model and not sure, now that he was faced with it, how to talk to Steve about what was bothering him without giving away how he felt about you. He threw his arm over his eyes, trying to give off the impression of someone who had nothing more on his mind than a nap after a long night.

Which is why he didn't see the eye roll that would have warned him that Steve was about to lose his patience. "Come on!" Steve cried, exasperated, causing Bucky to sit up and stare at him. "What is going on with you? Why don't you just talk to me about y/n already?"

Bucky could tell by the question and its tone that Steve had already guessed plenty, probably knew way more than he'd given him credit for. Bucky could also tell by the hurt on his face that he genuinely didn't understand why Bucky wouldn't talk to him about it.

He heard himself say, "Y/N got happy drunk and chatty and said a bunch of shit I didn’t want to hear." He sat forward, rubbing his hands over his face as he finally confessed, to a degree, giving Steve the gist of the conversation surrounding your Bottle of Poison without hinting at anything regarding the physical change in your relationship.

"She's not even mad about it anymore," Bucky finished, "but I can't stop beating myself up over it."

"Did she explain the bottle at all?" Steve frowned on the outside, but a part of him relaxed at the first honest answer he'd gotten out of Bucky about how he felt in months. Though he hadn't realized it, a part of him had been growing steadily darker and sadder the longer his friend shut him out.

Bucky took heart at the fact that Steve sounded genuinely surprised. Though your opinion of him may have soured, perhaps Steve hadn't thought so badly of him. "I would have helped you kick the shit out of Brock if I'd known why you were doing it, Steve."

"I was pissed at you," Steve admitted as he sat forward with a shrug and a smile, "and though I'm not pissed anymore, I wouldn't change it." He looked back fondly and wondered what would have happened if he'd zigged instead of zagged. He would always think of the pretty redhead as the one that got away. "Natasha had my back there. I don't know that Nat and I would be the kind of friends we are without that fight."

Bucky tilted his head and wondered at the story in Steve's eyes, but the answer made him feel better. His friend didn't hate him for all of his mistakes. "I was selfish, and I hurt y/n because of it." He reached out and grasped Steve's shoulder, his eyes blazing as he went on. "But I don't think I realized how much I fucked up a lot of other relationships by doing it. I'm sorry."

Steve smiled sweetly, happy to already see the beginning of mended fences. "You're fixing it," he replied, and his face turned teasing with the next words out of his mouth, "and you've been doing a good job, considering how happy she's been lately."

Bucky let go of Steve's shoulder as his cheeks flamed, thinking about the hand he'd had to clap over your mouth to muffle the moans spilling out as he fucked you from behind in a closet during a party. He didn't know if that counted as "fixing it" or a "good job" but he could not and would not deny it seemed to make you happy.

To cover, he went on to explain what had set him off that night, sobering quickly as he thought about the things you’d said. "I carried her home tonight, dropped her off in her bed, and as I'm leaving, I spot the Bottle of Poison." He flopped back in frustration; now that he was talking to Steve, he wasn't able to stop. "I ask her about it, she drops that whole bombshell on me, then rolls over and goes to sleep. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

Steve, by now, was grinning at Bucky in sheer delight, both because he was happy to have his friend opening up to him again and because he'd always known you'd drive Bucky happily mad. "Yep," he replied and leaned back, his hands behind his head, "she's an asshole."

Bucky scowled at the other man without lifting his head from the arm of the couch where he lay sprawled, not entirely certain how to take the fact that Steve sounded like a loving but exasperated brother. "The point is she thinks I’m poison, Steve." Bucky sighed sadly, making Steve’s lips twitch in amusement until he continued. "How do I argue when you were here saving her life while I was off screwing some girl whose name I remember only because I lost y/n over her?"

The grin had faded from Steve's face to be replaced with a soft smile, one rich with compassion. Bucky had made mistakes, but Steve could easily see he felt bad, wanted to learn from them, make up for them. It made it easy to give his friend a hand. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "she never wrote the word Bucky on that bottle, so that's something to think about."

Steve's warmly teasing tone had Bucky's head lifting to see the kindness on his friend's face. Once their eyes met, Steve was going on. "She doesn't think you're poison, Buck. Maybe she did, at one point, but she would never have gotten drunk and let you take care of her if she still didn't trust you."

"Why didn't you guys ever get together?" Bucky couldn't believe he'd finally asked the question he'd had burning in his brain for what felt like forever, but now that it was out, he held his breath waiting for the answer.

'Steve.' He'd finally gotten up the courage to press his lips to yours and he couldn't make himself do anything. Your lips were soft and sweet, but he couldn't kiss you for real, nor could he answer the wry sound of his name coming out of the corner of your mouth. 'Steve, are you gonna kiss me or…?'

'I am kissing you. Shut up.' His gruff retort had you beginning to giggle, forcing Steve to settle his lips more firmly against yours.

'Oh god.' You'd pulled away to snort gleefully up at him. The two of you were sitting on his bed, awkwardly giving making out a try. 'You don't normally kiss like this, do you?'

'No.' Steve sounded insulted, which only had you giggling harder. He shook his head and scowled at you. 'Dammit, will you shut up?' With that, he grabbed your face in his hands and held his mouth to yours, just trying to get you to stop talking or snorting or--

'This isn't kissing, Steve. This is resting your lips against mine. This sucks.'

Steve couldn't take it anymore. He pushed you away from him with a sigh of exasperated frustration. You fell backward, giggling, and Steve wondered why he put up with your ridiculous ass when you wouldn't take anything seriously. 'You are just the worst, you know that, right?' he sneered down at you.

'It's not my fault!' You cried out in mock outrage, still helplessly trying to stifle the giggles, your hand over your heart and your eyes narrowed. 'You're being weird!'

'You're weird!' Steve had cried back. The bickering the two of you had devolved into from there ruined any further experimentation, either that day or any other.

Steve snorted at the memory, then laughed out, his face crinkling sweetly. The awkward frustration, the exasperation with you, the amusement at the ridiculousness of it rang out in that genuine laugh. He didn't even know how to describe it, so he simply said, "It just didn't work out. We were always gonna be better friends than anything more."

"I find that hard to believe." Bucky's eyes were narrowed, but despite his words and expression, he was starting to believe it. Steve's laugh had begun to convince him.

Steve snorted again. "That's because you don't seem to think she's an asshole." He lifted a brow at a scowling Bucky. "She is. But for some reason, you don't notice." The wry tone Steve with which infused the words for some reason had Bucky blushing.

His heart in his throat, he asked the question point blank. "You're seriously telling me you're not in love with her?" Bucky knew Steve's answer could change everything for him, but he couldn't spend another moment not knowing for certain.

Steve's answer had Bucky's heart clenching in despair. "I love her." Steve shone with it, beautiful and pure. "With all my heart. But I'm seriously telling you I'm not in love with her." The expression on Steve's face melted into sly amusement at the misery all over Bucky shifting swiftly to joy. "I doubt you can do the same."

"Steve," Bucky sighed, with a relieved grin, "I'm stupid in love with that girl."

The light streaming through a crack in the blinds directly into your eyes woke you at around 10:30 the next morning. You opened your eyes into that piercing ray of sunshine and felt like you were being stabbed in the brain. You’d done a decent job of staying hydrated the night before, so you’d escaped most of the nausea, but light was your enemy, making your head pound like a drum.

You hissed and slammed your eyes shut in response to the light, rolling over to bury your head under the covers. You vaguely remembered chattering at Bucky about all sorts of embarrassing things, but you also remembered his happy answers. You may have gushed and fawned all over him, but he had been just as sweet and adoring to you.

Something worrisome snickered at the back of your mind, however, reminding you that the conversation hadn’t stopped at sweet nothings. You carefully lifted the blanket to peer at your desk, not entirely certain you hadn’t dreamt the last part but hoping desperately that you had.

Your hopes were dashed as soon as you saw your Bottle of Poison out of its place. You definitely remembered telling Bucky what it was, but you remembered nothing of an explanation as to why it had his name on it. You were terrified that you’d done irreparable damage last night by simply not telling the whole story.

With a groan of frustration and pained disgust, you threw the covers back, grossed out by the smell of smoke and beer that emanated from you and now your sheets thanks to sleeping in the clothes you’d partied in. You made yourself get up and strip the bed; you absolutely had to change the sheets. As soon as that was done, you shimmied out of your dress, letting it fall to the floor with an unexpected thunk.

Realizing you’d slept with your phone in your pocket, you pulled it out and remembered the video Natasha had sent you. Your stomach sinking a little in dread at the admonition to watch to the end and to contact her with any questions, you pressed play.

As soon as you saw the video was recorded in a laundry room, presumably the one in Quill’s frat house, you knew the identity of the man with his mouth on someone other than you. Though it was awkwardly framed, obviously being taken surreptitiously, the video was remarkably clear. In that first second, your heart shattered all over again and you knew you’d gone back on all the promises you’d made yourself.

You’d told yourself you were bulletproof, that you could take Bucky on without fear. You told yourself that you could play with him, enjoy him, and walk away relatively unscathed as long as you remembered that Bucky was for fun, not for keeps. You’d lied to yourself, and because you’d wanted to believe it, you had.

But you’d been vulnerable from the first moment you let yourself care. Bucky was your weakness, always had been. You simply loved him too damn much.

In the next second, you were remembering your promise not to shut him out and your determination, because of that promise, to keep things between you casual and undefined. No matter how it hurt you, no matter what he'd done, you could not walk away. You were seriously considering punching him in the face, however. Or the dick.

The next second, you were seeing Bucky yank the woman away from him and the expression on his face was most definitely not happy or aroused. You knew what Bucky looked like when he was an eager participant; this wasn't it. Then your heart was soaring as you heard muffled words like “no means no” and “not interested.”

By the time the video was over, you were laying on your bare mattress, your phone pressed to your chest as you stared with starry eyes at the ceiling. Then you watched it twice more, obsessed with the phrase “involved with someone.”

Because you'd promised Bucky that you would stay his friend no matter what, you'd refused to put any labels on whatever was happening between you. You were operating from the logic that he couldn't cheat on you if you weren't his girlfriend. Even should the worst happen, you could find it in your heart to forgive him as long as he wasn't technically unfaithful.

Examining how you'd felt in those brief few moments when you'd thought the worst had happened and he'd technically-not-cheated on you, it was crystal clear that you’d broken every promise to yourself, every rule you'd laid down for dealing with Bucky. You'd known you were going to get hurt, but you'd hoped being logical would prevent the worst of the heartbreak. You knew now you'd been hopelessly naïve, that you could no more prevent Bucky from breaking your heart than you could stop time. At this point, you’d given him all the power; whether you liked it or not he held your heart in his hands.

You didn't know when it had happened, but you'd apparently begun to trust him again, believe in him again. Those brief moments when you'd thought you were witnessing Bucky betray you had been shocking, a complete and utter surprise. That shock told you more than anything else about how much faith you'd already placed in him. You'd questioned whether you could trust Bucky again, but your heart had evidently already made the decision for you.

You also examined how you felt upon watching the rest of the video, the part where he lived up to the trust you'd begun to place in him. Going from shattered to elated so quickly gave you whiplash, but also forced you to confront how deep you'd already fallen, how much power you'd already given him.

Pushing up into a sitting position, you looked at the bottle on your desk and thought about the sinking feeling you felt in your stomach when you thought about what little you'd said in regards to it and how easily Bucky could misconstrue its true meaning. You couldn't help but feel a little touch of panic at what Bucky might be thinking and feeling after the abbreviated conversation you remembered having.

That thought had you taking a deep breath and admitting to yourself that you weren't the only one vulnerable, that he wasn't the only one with the power to cause pain. That dangerous thought led to others until your heart was racing with hope and anticipation. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but you were determined to fix whatever was broken rather than accept that it had to be that way.

You wanted Bucky. It had always been him for you. When you thought it impossible, you’d tried to move on, but a part of you had never been able to stop grieving for what couldn’t be. The bright, gorgeous idea that you’d been wrong, that Bucky wanted to be yours had you leaping to your feet. You may have been pale, naked, and headachy, but you knew what you wanted and were determined to fight for it.

You wanted Bucky, so you were gonna go get him; it was as simple as that.

Now that you had a goal, all you needed was a plan. You smiled, slow and wicked, at the almost empty bottle of Jameson, the first glimmers of an idea forming. Slipping on your robe in case Gamora had company, you grabbed your phone and the sheets to head for the washing machine and the shower. You had a lot of shit to get done if you were going to pull this off, but you needed to text Steve first.

Step One in Operation Poison Control? Get Bucky alone.

Steve had told you he was skipping the party to push on the project. You also knew if he'd gotten everything finished, he planned to try to get a date with Peggy. You had your fingers crossed that he'd managed both when you texted him around noon.

So? Did you finish? Are they done?

Steve felt guilt already crawling up the back of his neck as soon as he saw your name on the text. He wanted to confess immediately, to tell you that he'd fucked up and Bucky had seen some of the drawings. He didn't want to confess over text, however, knowing you'd be less likely to hold a grudge if you could berate him in person and right away.

I did and they are. You wanna come see?

You’d been hoping Steve would say yes for the purposes of furthering your Bucky agenda, which is why you were blindsided by the urge to rush over and look right away. You reined it in, though the anticipation of seeing the finished work was genuinely exciting. You reminded yourself that you had higher priorities at the moment.

YES!!! I really can’t right now, tho. What are you doing tonight, 8ish?

Steve cursed under his breath. He had really been hoping to get you over to look at the finished works that afternoon so he could be done with all the subterfuge once and for all. He wanted to tell Peggy the whole truth about the project, show her what he'd accomplished with your help. He had a feeling about her, knew he had a shot at something spectacular with her.

He also didn't want to leave Bucky alone in the apartment with temptation. He didn't think Bucky would go into the studio now that Steve had explained that you hadn't seen them yet and you had dibs, but he also didn't want to push it. If he could only have shown you before he had to leave, he could have confessed and taken off guilt and worry free.

I’ve got a date with Peggy. I ran into her at the gym this morning and she offered to buy me dinner to celebrate the end of the project. She’s amazing.

You were busy spreading clean sheets over your bed as you set up your evening. When you saw Steve's text confirming he'd be out of the apartment at exactly the time you wanted to be cornering his roommate, you grinned wickedly and began to plot in earnest.

Though nothing in the message mentioned it, Steve had, often enough, that you had an idea of where his head was at. Even if it wasn't, you knew he'd appreciate it, regardless, so you shot a quick text to hopefully make his date a little less stressful. And then another simply to squee over how freaking adorable they were.

I know it's been driving you nuts, so go ahead and tell her the whole thing. But I still get to see them first!!

I love how happy you are! She’s so great! And you guys are so great together! Goddammit! Agdhhdkfkfkjsh!!!

Steve grinned at your response, the relief huge enough to almost drown out the scream of guilt. He knew he should tell you right now that Bucky had seen at least one of the finished paintings and a ton of the sketches, but he was terrified you'd take it back and he really wanted to tell Peggy the whole truth. He vowed to tell you everything and beg for forgiveness. Tomorrow.

THANK YOU!!! Stop congratulating yourself.

No! I rock! I am the Queen of Matchmakers!

Yes, fine. Thank you, your majesty, for introducing us.

By the time you were done with the quick banter, you were sitting at your desk, making a checklist of all the things you needed to get done to make your plan work and also not fail your finals. Anxiety crawled up your neck as the list got longer and longer.

But you also REALLY wanted to see Steve’s paintings.

You’re so totally welcome. How about tomorrow afternoon then? I should be able to take a break.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. He’d only have to hold on for one more day. He’d talk to Bucky again, get his promise that he’d stay out of the studio. Then, tomorrow he’d show you the paintings, apologize for not locking the door, and everything could hopefully go back to normal.

Sounds good. I’ll text you around two?

Perfect.

Perfect was exactly right. Steve would be gone, and Bucky planned to stay in and study for finals. At least, that was the plan as of last night. You hoped nothing had changed because…

Step Two of Operation Poison Control: Full-on seduction wear. The rest of your checklist complete, and that had been hell to accomplish, you dug into your closet for a dress you’d only bought at Nat’s insistence. She’d been sure she’d be able to talk you into it during the coming summer nights when you went clubbing. A short skater dress with cutouts for cleavage, an abbreviated hemline that stopped just south of your ass and fabric that tightly hugged your torso before flaring out at the hips, it was both incredibly revealing and wonderfully flattering. You couldn’t wait to see Bucky’s face.

You pulled out all the stops with your hair and makeup, going for tousled and sultry with pouty lips and bedroom eyes. When you were done, after a day of laundry, studying, and careful plotting, you stood in your bathroom, looking at your reflection and taking a few deep breaths.

When you stepped out of your bedroom on strappy stilettos, the Bottle of Poison in your hand, Peter Quill was sitting on the couch in your living room next to Gamora. The two of them turned at the sound of your bedroom door, but their expressions could not have been more different. Gamora’s face spread in sly satisfaction; she could see the determination and the optimism all over you.

Peter, on the other hand, gave a full-on jaw-drop before he wolf-whistled. Opening his mouth with a smirk, he said smoothly, “Damn, y/n, you look--"

“Peter, if you hit on my best friend you won’t even make it to that first date. You’re on probation, remember?” Gamora's voice was sharp and unamused, but you could see the twinkle in her eye that told you she was having a perverse kind of fun.

Quill held up a hand, his voice carrying the offense of the maligned innocent, “I was gonna say… that she looks hot but come on!” He was laughing as Gamora stifled a smile and smacked his arm. “Look at how hot she looks! It’s not my fault!”

She rolled her eyes at him before fixing you with a piercing stare. “Are you finally going to listen to me? Actually talk to him?”

You lifted the bottle. “Yes, ma’am.”

Gamora gave you a quick once-over. With a nod, she smirked. “You do look hot. Go get him already.”

As you walked out of your apartment you heard Quill say, “Uh, Gamora? That wasn’t the look of a woman planning to talk.” You were cackling wickedly as you shut the door behind you.

With their stamp of approval, you were certain that you'd accomplished your goal, which was to sex it up enough that there was no way you wouldn’t succeed at…

Step Three in Operation Poison Control: Get through the door.

Bucky sat at his desk with his head in his hands, his eyes on the diagram in front of him, trying to shut out thoughts of you so he could concentrate on memorization. He was almost grateful for the knock on the door because he was failing miserably.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, had already grabbed his phone to text you a dozen times. Knowing you were just down the hallway was absolute torment, but he didn’t know what he’d say even if he gave in and knocked on your door. Steve had been little help, advising him to tell you he was in love with you, but Bucky couldn't explain to his friend all the reasons that was a minefield.

And the first was staring him in the face when he swung open the door to find you in a dress seemingly designed to give him an instant hard-on. The problem was that he was pretty sure he was addicted to you, and the sight of you standing at his door in straight fuck-me wear with a smile on your face to match did not help his affliction in the slightest.

His voice already aching, he breathed, "Babygirl. Where you going looking like that?" Bucky gave you the lopsided half-smile that always preceded bedroom eyes and a lowered voice. "And can I come, too?"

Careful to keep the bottle behind your back, you stepped close, biting your lip and laughing sultrily. "That depends on if you’re alone. And if I get to come first."

Bucky couldn't have said no even had he wanted to. He'd never been so happy Steve had a date. "I’m all by my lonesome tonight." He stepped back to hold the door open wide in welcome for you. "Why don’t you come inside, and we’ll see what we can do about the rest?"

You let your arm fall to your side as you sauntered by on your way to the kitchen. You tossed over your shoulder as you went, "You take care of the rest and I’ll let you come inside."

Behind you, Bucky was rolling his eyes in appreciation for your ability to turn him on with just your smart mouth when he spotted the bottle in your hand. He thought he recognized it and his stomach sank in dread as he followed. "Whatcha got there?"

You moved to the cupboard where Bucky and Steve kept their glasses, taking down a couple of mismatched shot glasses. "A peace offering," you answered, moving to the counter and setting them down. "I realized this morning that I'd explained some of this," you lifted the bottle and shook the little bit of liquid in the bottom, "but not all of it." You poured what was left into one of the shot glasses, then picked it up to pour half into the other. You offered the empty bottle to Bucky, a soft smile on your face as you explained.

"This is how I did it, how I cut you off for years." Your face was soft and sad and made Bucky's heart clench in misery as he took the bottle from you, though he wasn't sure what you were trying to say. "I convinced myself you were bad for me. That you were poison. I never let myself forget it."

Bucky knew it wasn't enough, but he'd apologize a thousand times if you needed it. “Y/n, I'm sor--”

"But you're not bad for me. You’re not poison." You cut him off, knowing where he was going and not needing or wanting to hear it again. "Bucky, I'm sorry."

Of all the things he expected to hear, that was the very last. "What?!"

"You shouldn't have run from me," you said with a teasing smile, "but I shouldn't have hidden from you." You picked up both glasses, offering one to Bucky. "Forgive me? I'd say let's trade, but you've already apologized, and I've already forgiven you."

Bucky took the glass from you, hoping he understood correctly. "I don't need an apology," he said seriously.

You smiled sweetly. "Need or not, you deserve one. I promise to never cut you off again." You lifted the rim of your glass in offering, to toast on the last of the poison together.

Bucky hoped he understood what you were offering, not only forgiveness, but a clean slate. He clinked his glass to yours and spoke what he hoped was only the first of a thousand promises. "And I promise to never let you go without a fight."

Bucky could see that had been exactly the right thing to say as your face lit up with a smile so sweet and sparkling it took his breath away as surely as the whiskey that burned down his throat. He was pretty sure it was only you making his head spin, however, as you came around the counter to grab his hand and pull him toward the living room as you pulled your phone from the little pocket in your skirt.

"Next order of business," you said with a mischievous smirk as you pushed him into the recliner, "I want to show you a video I received last night, but I didn't see until this morning."

Once he was seated, you slid sideways onto his lap, one arm behind his neck, the other holding the phone up as you showed him the video Natasha had sent you.

Bucky had been grinning at your playful attitude, happy to welcome you into his lap. His metal arm behind your back, his flesh hand had already started to climb up your leg when he realized what he was looking at. Panic setting in immediately, his hand tightened almost painfully on your thigh as he heard himself begin to speak without a clue what he was going to say. "Y/n, I swear--"

"Shh." You cut him off with a finger to his lips, then a kiss to the tip of his nose, effectively silencing him. "Listen." Once the video came to a close, you stuffed the phone back in your pocket and linked your hands behind his neck, turning your body towards his and leaning in.

"So," you smirked into his happy, hopeful face, your lips a breath from his, "you're involved with someone?"

Bucky laughed a little, breathlessly, and wondered who he had to thank for sending you the video. "Involved doesn't begin to describe it."

Your smile sparkled again and made Bucky's heart race. "Really?" Your voice was smug as you snuggled further into Bucky's lap. "Anyone I know?"

Part Thirteen here

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jackbrakkow · 6 years ago

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me at age twelve, eating instant noodle soup: I only eat the chicken flavour with the smallest amount of seasoning, anything else is distgustang

me now, pouring packet after packet of seasoning into my bbq flavoured noodle soup: I WAANA TASTE THE M E A T

#twelve y/o me was a Coward

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joonhaze · 7 years ago

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Caramel // Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

✎...Summary : Min Yoongi, a barista at a local campus coffee shop, works with 2 loud, annoying boys and a manager that hides in the back with the chocolate chips. He manages to keep his life barely strung together until his eyes lay on a cute, lactose intolerant boy with sunshine in his eyes. His thoughts are plagued with Park Jimin and he wants to call him his. How? Simple. With a caramel macchiato.

↳ Pairing : Park Jimin X Min Yoongi

↳ Genre : Coffee Shop! AU, College! AU

↳ Word Count : 4,959

↳ Extra Warnings : Tooth-Rotting Fluff

The blonde leans against the counter top, and watches the lazy trickle of early-rising students walk in and out of the cafe, sitting at different tables and sipping on drinks while hunched over laptops and notebooks. The soft clicking of keyboards and the flipping of pages mix well with the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon that wafts through the air, warming Yoongi down to his toes and leaving his mind at peace.

“Yoongi-ah!”

Semi-peace.

He sighs as he looks over at the tall male who just walked in with a backpack slung over his shoulder and the fringe of his red hair peeking out from under his black beanie. He has a smile on his face, one so big that it’s impossible for Yoongi to wrap his head around. It’s 9 am and someone has the actual mindset to smile? He will never understand.

“Honorifics. And you’re late. Again.”

Hoseok shrugs as he walks behind the counter and places his bag in the corner. In the back of his mind, Yoongi knows that Hoseok would trip over it at some point during the day, probably during a rush hour, but he doesn’t bother to mention it to the younger as he wraps the black apron around his waist.

“Seokjin-hyung wouldn’t fire me, I’m the best waiter here.”

“You’re the only waiter here.”

Hoseok shrugs again. “Still counts.”

Yoongi sighs as he greets another customer, taking their to-go order and turning towards the machine. Mornings are always pretty slow, so Taehyung isn’t really needed to man the cashier. Besides, Yoongi already has to deal with Hoseok, Taehyung would be just too much and he’s sure he’d lose it if he sees the boy before twelve.

There’s something soothing about the sight of watching the dark espresso rise in the cup, steam swirling into the air. He places a lid on top of the latest order and hands it over to the girl, returning her small smile as he passes her the cup.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He turns back across the counter to go greet the next customer. “Hello, what can I get yo-”

Yoongi stops mid-sentence and marvels at the sight in front of him.

‘Holy shit’

A boy, looking not much younger than him, stands facing down at his phone, earbuds in under his beige beanie. His over-sized white tee doesn’t do much to hide his figure, his arms toned as well as the rest of his body. Yoongi tries not to stare.

It doesn’t work.

The boy suddenly looks up, and his deep, sparkling brown eyes grow in surprise.

‘Oh my God’, Yoongi swoons.

“Oh, sorry! I thought you were still helping the other girl.” He says, tucking his phone into his pocket and taking out his right earbud. Yoongi doesn’t respond, still flustered by the boy’s incredibly good looks. And his voice is light and airy, like sweet honey-ecstasy to his ears. His heartbeat mimicks a heavy drum and the sound floods his ears.

“I-it’s fine..” He mentally curses himself as he stumbles over his words.

The other doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he did and decided to not mention it. His smile grows a bit bigger though, and Yoongi hopes that the blush isn’t as intense as it feels.

“I don’t suppose you have any milk substitutes?”

Yoongi snaps out of his daze after he hears the question, and shakes his head a little too vigorously. “N-no, sorry, we don’t.”

Yoongi then again curses, this time Seokjin for not having any soy or almond milk. The stranger sighs and scratches the back of his neck. “Ah, it’s fine.”

It’s not fine. Yoongi has to stop himself from bursting out of the cafe to run to the nearest supermarket to get almond milk for the angel-like stranger that’s flipped him upside down in a matter of seconds.

“I’ll just take a croissant then.”

“That’ll be 2,500 won.”

Yoongi congratulates himself for not stumbling over his words, but felt time slow when the other’s hand brushes against his, their fingertips sliding against each other as he slips the coins into Yoongi’s open palm. He smiles and walks off to the side, waiting for his order.

Yoongi stands there, the cool metal coins doing nothing to calm the heat that’s travelling up to his cheeks. What the hell is going on?

He shakes his head and places the coins in the register a little too rushed, slamming the drawer shut so loudly it makes him flinch. He seriously needs to calm down. His nerves are shot, his face is hot and he knows his ears are red which make him feel insecure and therefore, a bit skittish.

He places the croissant in the small paper bag (he looked for the flakiest, freshest one from the bunch) and hands it to the stranger, his earbuds back in. He takes the bag and smiles at Yoongi, his eyes turning into little crescents. Yoongi feels his insides churn and butterflies turn into hummingbirds.

“Thank you!”

“N-no problem..”

Yoongi awkwardly looks away, and played with the hem of his apron, suddenly feeling very nervous. What was this feeling? He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking and his face was hot, beet-red in the reflection of the stainless-steel coffee pot that was still brewing. The stranger smiled and walked away, the bell jingling in his absence. Yoongi felt a pang of sadness, and regretted that he didn’t ask for the boy’s name. He sighed in defeat as he walked back to the register.

A loud crash sounded from the side and Yoongi turned to see a broken mug with spilled coffee splattered across the floor, and Hoseok groaning next to it as he wrestled his foot from his backpack straps. Of course.

That night, Yoongi barely got any sleep, his dreams haunted by the gorgeous stranger. He stayed awake all night, the boy walking through his head, his smile shining light that wasn’t there and his laugh was like a song that Yoongi would play over and over. He would do anything to see him again, and he wouldn’t make himself look like a fool. He would ask for the boy’s name. He wouldn’t look like a coward.

He was a coward. He was such a coward.

The boy came back, this time at 3:17, and Taehyung was the one managing the register. The one time Yoongi wanted something, Taehyung was actually doing his job. The universe was out to get him. The boy placed an order and Taehyung wrote it down, cracking one of his jokes with a smile as he jotted. His laugh resonated, and Yoongi literally smacked himself upside the head. He didn’t even know the boy’s name and he was already crushing on him. The boy turned and met Yoongi’s eyes, his smile growing bigger as he waved. Actually, it might even be more than a crush.

Taehyung handed him the small paper and Yoongi set out to work. On the note was messily scribbled spiced white hot chocolate with extra caramel sauce. Yoongi had made the drink thousands of times, but he never felt so nervous making any drink as he did this one. He wanted it to be as perfect as possible. His hand shook as he drizzled the caramel on top, and he hoped it would pass off as a messy-but-pretty design. Besides, the guy was going to eat it, so why care so much?

He tried to reassure himself as he walked past Taehyung and handed the boy his drink personally. He smiled and thanked him. Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that crept onto his cheeks, and he panicked when he saw the boy walking away.

“W-wait!”

The boy turned, his confused pout almost too cute to bear. Yoongi scratched the back of his neck as he stuttered out.

“W-what’s your name?”

The boy smiled. “Park Jimin. And you?”

“Y-Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Jimin beamed, happy that he finally had a name to pair the face of the barista that caught his eye. “Nice to meet you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi blushed at the way his name slid off Jimin’s tongue.

It was way more than a crush.

Jimin had become a regular, chatting with Taehyung while Yoongi admired him from afar as he made a variety of drinks every day. What he noticed was that Jimin really liked caramel, it being featured in all of the beverages. He also noticed that Jimin and Taehyung were seemingly close, and his heart sank when Taehyung ruffled his hair as they both sat in a booth during Taehyung’s break. He muttered an apology when he got someone’s order wrong, his mood sour for the rest of the day. He finally confronted Taehyung while they closed up shop a few days later.

“You know Jimin?” He asked, sweeping the glass shards from another cup Hoseok broke that day. Taehyung snorted as he responded.

“Of course I know Jimin, him and I are practically soulmates.”

Yoongi’s look hardened. That’s true, the two were practically joined at the hip. Even as Yoongi found himself on social media more these days, Jimin’s twitter was filled with selcas of him and Taehyung, as well as what he dubbed inside jokes between him and his other friends. He almost liked a few (ok, maybe more than a few) pictures of Jimin, but he thought it would be weird that since they only met a few weeks ago, Jimin would find the barista from the coffee shop spamming his notifications. That’d be really fucking creepy, and Yoongi didn’t want to scare the boy off.

“We met in middle school, when he moved from Busan to Seoul. He had a crush on one of my friends, but turns out he was an asshole so I told him to fuck off and boom, best friends.”

Yoongi felt hope rise up in him. He cleared his throat and continued to sweep, even though the glass sat in a small pile on the side. “Best friends?”

Taehyung looked up, confused. “Well, yeah, what else did you think we were?”

Yoongi felt a blush make it’s way to his face. “Well, I didn’t know exactly, I thought you two were dating and I just kinda slunk off ‘cause I wasn’t sure..”

“O-oh..” Taehyung’s eyes grew wide and he dropped the rag on the table he was cleaning. He dried his hands on his apron and played with his hands. “Um, hyung, I don’t wanna offend you or anything, really, it’s just that... I’m straight, and I’m not saying that I’m like, a homophobe or whatever, it’s just tha-”

Yoongi’s eyes widened and his blush became more intense. “Not you, you fucking idiot! I meant Jimin!” He let the broom handle slip from his grasp in his haste to correct Taehyung.

“Oh! Well in that case, sure, I approve!”

Yoongi snorted as he bent back down to grab the broomstick. “You approve?”

Taehyung’s eyes grew hard as stone as he pointed a finger at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow. “I’m his best friend, so I have to approve of whoever wants him.”

Yoongi shrugged whatever, and continued to sweep at nothing. But as he kicked the glass under the fridge, he couldn’t help the smile at the fact that Taehyung thought that he was worthy of an angel like Jimin.

“Yoongi-hyung! Nice to see you!”

Taehyung had called for a bathroom break, but he was most likely playing Candy Crush in the janitorial closet again. Yoongi minded until he saw Jimin walk in, a smile that lit up the room plastered on his face. It filled Yoongi with this indescribable sunshine, and he couldn’t help but reciprocate the grin.

“Jimin-ah. It’s been a while.”

Yoongi joked before writing down Jimin’s newest order, a turmeric chai latte. He handed Yoongi the 3,000 won before walking to the table in the corner and sitting down under the sunshine. Yoongi would’ve kept staring for the rest of the day if it wasn’t for Seokjin rambling on behind him about how ‘his’ workers didn’t bother to actually work, his fire being extinguished by Hoseok’s comment about how he sits in inventory all day while stuffing his face with chocolate chips.

With Hoseok and Seokjin bickering, Yoongi took the opportunity to go out from behind the counter and serve Jimin the drink himself. He walked over to the boy, his knees suddenly feeling weak. He prayed that he wouldn’t end up sprawled on the floor, like Hoseok usually was. By some miracle, he made it to Jimin’s table, setting the chilled glass in front of him. Jimin looked up from his notebook covered in messily scrawled writing and smiled gratefully, bowing his head in thanks.

“Why don’t you stay for a while? We’ve never really talked except from across the register.”

Yoongi felt his heart stop and time slow. Why the hell was he so nervous about this? He just asked to talk, it’s not like he’ll have to get down on one knee.

“O-okay.” He pulled out a chair and sat down, across from the boy. He closed his notebook and shoved it into his bag that sat on the side before sitting back up and facing Yoongi, cradling the latte in his hands.

“So, what’s your major? I don’t see you around campus much.”

Yoongi sighed. “I finished my music production bachelor when I was 23, and I’m 25 now. The only reason I stay on campus is because my apartments really close to here and this is the best paying job around.”

“A barista?” Jimin joked before taking a sip. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I said best paying. It’s pretty easy work anyways.”

Jimin hummed, satisfied. “Well, you’re great at it too. I thought that I would piss someone off if I kept ordering different drinks everyday.”

Yoongi smirked. “I’m up for the challenge.”

Yoongi found himself engrossed in conversation with Jimin, all tension and nervousness melting away as they talked. Jimin seemed very laid-back and relaxed, his slight Busan dialect occasionally coming up in his speech. But Yoongi’s Daegu dialect often got the best of him as well, so he didn’t mind. He learned that he also worked part-time, only at a convenience store not far from here. He was also a literature major, but he had a burning passion for dance, something Yoongi admired. People these days aren’t really sure what they’re passionate about until it’s too late, and Jimin was young and chasing his dreams. Yoongi respected that.

“I guess you could say that coffee shops are where I think best? Back in Busan, it was the same. Except there, I had only one drink.” He giggled. Yoongi was interested. “What was it?”

“Ah, it sounds silly, but my friend recommended it to me, and she got me hooked on it.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Try me. Do you know how many stoners walk in before closing and they say literally anything that comes to mind? Some dude asked for a side of peppers with his cranberry milkshake, which we don’t have.”

Jimin burst into laughter, throwing his head back in a fit of giggles. Yoongi smiled, his laugh was so cute. It made him feel all light and smiley. Jimin sat back up straight and sighed, brushing his hair back. He faced Yoongi and smiled shyly, still a little out of breath.

“A cold brew caramel frappuccino.”

“That needs milk though, doesn’t it?”

“They had almond milk as a sub.” He sighed longingly. “Best coffee I ever drank.”

Yoongi put a hand on his chest, feigning offence. Jimin’s eyes widened and he laughed, putting his hand on top of Yoongi’s. He didn’t hear Jimin’s apology between his giggles, all he heard was his heartbeat in his ears as the heat from Jimin’s hand sent a flow of warmth down his body.

“I’m sorry hyung, your coffee is also the best.” He smiled. Yoongi smirked, secretly thriving that Jimin didn’t move his hand. “I know, idiot, I make them.”

Taehyung and Hoseok hid behind the large display of pastries and watched the two boys talk.

“So like, are they dating?” Hoseok whispered. Taehyung shook his head. “No, I gave Yoongi-hyung my approval only a few days ago.”

“Your approval?” Hoseok pondered. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“I’m his best friend, I have to approve of whoever wants Jimin to keep him safe.”

Hoseok scoffed. “I’m Yoongi’s best friend and I let him do whatever he wants.”

Taehyung cocked a brow in question. “Yoongi-hyung does what he wants by himself. And besides, he doesn’t like you.” Hoseok pouted. “He doesn’t like you.”

“I don’t like either of you bumbling idiots.”

The two boys yelped when Yoongi appeared out of nowhere behind them. Taehyung coughed nervously. “W-where’s Jimin?”

Yoongi scoffed. “He went to class. Like a good person.”

Hoseok clapped and rubbed his hands together with excitement. “So, what are we going to do to get the good person and the incubus together?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened and he blushed profusely. “Shu-shut up..”

“He’s right though!” Taehyung nodded. “Jimin’s always texting what time you come in just so he can come over.”

Yoongi’s blush darkened tenfold and Hoseok giggled at his reaction, shutting up when Yoongi shot him a glare that would bury him if it could. He cleared his throat.

“So, all we have to do is do something nice for Jimin, get him all happy, then you confess and he gets even happier! It’s easy!”

Yoongi hated to admit it, but Hoseok’s words made a smile creep onto his face. The thought of Jimin happy made his heart flutter. Hoseok laughed again.

“Look, you’re smiling just thinking about it! You’re so whipped!” He pointed at Yoongi’s red cheeks. The elder stuttered and hit his hand, muttering to shut the fuck up. Taehyung leaned back against the counter.

“So, what do you want to do?”

Yoongi sighed and scratched his neck. “I don’t know, I just.. I want to make him happy, but I don’t know how.”

“Well, you’re a barista. Do something original! Like a make a drink that has 10 pounds of sprinkles!”

“Okay, first of all, he likes caramel, and second, I don’t want him bouncing off the walls and crashing onto the floor like you do.”

Hoseok shrugged as Taehyung thought, staring at the coffee machine in a trance-like manner. “Did he say what drinks of yours he likes the best? Make a mega-size of it.”

Yoongi thought back and couldn’t help but smile when he recalled Jimin telling him his coffee was the best ever. But that was after he said...

Yoongi gasped. “He likes cold brew caramel frappuccinos!”

Hoseok and Taehyung boggled at the mouthful that Yoongi exclaimed, and the eldest blushed before scratching his neck nervously. “He told me back in Busan, it was his favorite drink. They made it with almond milk though...”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up. “Well, there you go! Go buy some almond milk and make him a frapp!”

Yoongi smiled at the ground. Yeah, it was a good idea. It was a great idea, and he was sure that he would make Jimin smile with the small gift. His fantasies were interrupted by Seokjin bursting through the door, brown smears of what Yoongi assumed to be chocolate chips in the corner of his mouth.

“Oi! Get back to work!”

Yoongi had called Seokjin for today off. Well, more like he called and told Seokjin he was sick, then hung up before he could hear Seokjin explode on the other side.

He wrapped himself up in a scarf and raised the bridge of his glasses that were slipping off before he walked out of his messy apartment.

It was June, but it was one of those windy days that made it feel like the middle of winter. There was probably a storm coming.

Yoongi walked down the street and past campus, eyes focusing on the dorm wing, wondering if Jimin was laying on his bed, nodding his head to the beat of his music while he jotted notes down in his book. He bumped into the lamp post and hastily muttered an apology before realizing it was a fucking lamp post.

He was crazy.

Yoongi opened the glass door of the 7/11, the bell jingling and a wave of warmth hit him from the humming heater. He sighed as he unfurled the scarf so he could breathe better. He walked towards the back of the room, scanning the fridges until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the small jug and walked up to pay. The boy scanned the item and Yoongi handed him a 5,000 won note.

“Hey, Jungkook-ssi, do we have any mo-”

Yoongi felt his back tense like a wire when he heard that familiar voice. Jimin walked in from the back and his eyes widened before he grinned. Yoongi hid the milk in the bag and at his side, and tucked it away at his side. He reciprocated the smile.

“Yoongi-hyung! I stopped by the cafe earlier, you weren’t there?”

Yoongi coughed. “Yeah, I’m a bit sick and I didn’t want to get sued for giving someone the flu.” Jimin’s eyes turned up and crinkled at the ends, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled. The other boy, Jungkook, smirked at Jimin and looked back at Yoongi, the smug look still gracing his features. Yoongi shrugged it off and walked out, pushing the door open and leaving with the ring of the bell.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin-ssi!”

Instead of walking home, he stopped by the cafe and went around back, thanking the gods that Jin was probably snacking in the inventory at the moment. He pulled out an ice tray and carefully poured the almond milk inside, setting it into the freezer for tomorrow.

Yoongi had wasted at least half the tray. He wanted the drink to be perfect, but sometimes he added too much whipped cream, and other times, he added too much caramel. He internally groaned when the blender spluttered and splashed the liquid onto him, staining his bright white shirt and his black apron. The drink dripped from the sides, making Yoongi’s fingers sticky. He cursed and threw the glass in the sink, washing his hands thoroughly.

He turned back towards the tray that sat next to the blender. He only had four cubes left. He sighed as he looked at the clock. They would open in about ten minutes. He was up for the challenge.

Yoongi added the ice cubes to the cold brewed coffee, and blended until it was light and creamy, the color change hypnotizing. He added caramel and fused it into a dreamy bliss to sweeten things up. The glass was chilled and Yoongi added a red sleeve to fancy it a bit. He was trying so hard to impress Jimin, it wasn’t even funny. He thought of Jimin’s face when he would see what Yoongi made for him. He hoped he would like it. He didn’t hear Taehyung walk in, and the younger stared for almost a minute before he realized what Yoongi was trying to make. He smirked and headed to his spot behind the register, just as the bell rang to announce someone’s arrival.

Jimin walked up, distractedly looking down at his phone. He met Taehyung’s eyes and smiled, opening his mouth to order.

“Don’t bother.” Taehyung smirked. Jimin seemed confused. Taehyung pointed behind him and Jimin peeked over to see Yoongi’s back turned, his hands busying with something in front of him. Jimin smiled and walked to his spot in the corner, tucking in his earbuds and resting his head on his hand as he watched the barista work. Taehyung shook his head, chuckling at his love-sick friend.

Yoongi-hyung better not screw this up

He drizzled the whipped cream expertly and reached the neck of the scoop to sprinkle chocolate chips on top. He sighed and stood back, admiring his work. It was perfect. Jimin had to like it.

He grabbed the cup and he thought he heard Taehyung chatting with the younger, but no-one was there, the cafe empty and quiet. Taehyung leaned against the wall on his phone, and looked up to see Yoongi confusedly looking around.

“He’s in the back at his table.”

Taehyung pointed. Yoongi looked over the top of the display and there he was, hunching over his phone as the sun kissed atop his head. Yoongi feared he would drop the drink from how wobbly his legs suddenly felt. Taehyung walked past and patted him gently on the shoulder.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and exhaled gently, the walk to Jimin’s table seemingly taking years. The boy looked up and smiled at Yoongi, before his eyes fell at the drink in his hand.

“What’s that?” He asked, not seeing much since Yoongi was still standing. He pulled out a chair and sat down, sliding the drink across the table.

“I whipped up a little something for you.”

Jimin’s smile widened and his eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked down at the drink and back up at Yoongi. The elder smirked lovingly, heart racing a mile a minute. “Go ahead.”

Jimin took a sip and practically melted on the table, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “It’s so goooodd.” He groaned dramatically. Yoongi laughed as Jimin took the straw in again, plump lips wrapping around the top like a perfect slipper fit.

“Wait, I thought you guys didn’t have milk subs?”

“Well, I kinda bought some myself. I wanted to surprise you and I..”

Yoongi was interrupted by Jimin placing a hand on top of his, intertwining their fingers. “I love it. Thank you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt another blush creep to his face and he was left smiling like an idiot because of one touch. “You moron, look what you’re doing to me..”

Jimin laughed and his eyes gleamed with mischief as he took a swipe of the whipped cream and dolloped it on Yoongi’s nose. The elder’s eyes widened and he cross his eyes, Jimin’s laughter getting louder.

“You’re so cute, hyung.” He giggled.

Yoongi smirked and took the whipped cream off his nose, licking his finger clean. He took a bit of whipped cream and smeared it over Jimin’s cheek, making him pause, then giggle again, more comically.

Yoongi got an idea and took another swipe of the whipped cream, smearing it on Jimin’s lips. Before the boy could open his eyes again, Yoongi leaned over and kissed him. The taste of sugar and caramel infused the two, and Jimin melted into the kiss, holding Yoongi’s hands underneath them.

Jimin was screaming with joy in his chest, smiling into the kiss with pure glee. Butterflies flew and painted his cheeks a light pink. Yoongi felt at pure bliss with Jimin against him. He felt like he was flying, his fingertips gracing the silk that was Jimin’s smooth skin. His thumb rubbed circles in the back of his hand and he sighed when he pulled away, air calling. They rested their foreheads against each other, panting breathlessly. Cheers and whoops came from behind them and Yoongi turned to see Taehyung and Hoseok celebrating behind the register.

“Yoongi-hyung did it!”

“He’s so whipped!”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, massaging his temples as Jimin laughed. Yoongi cleared his throat.

“So.. Jimin-ah, I wanted to say that I.. I like you?”

Jimin kept giggling. “I think you’ve made that pretty clear, hyung.”

Yoongi groaned and smacked his head on the table. “I”m a mess, I don’t know how to do this shit..” Jimin lifted his head and cupped Yoongi’s cheeks, giggling when the older man pouted. “I don’t know anything either, but let’s just do this at our own pace, yeah?”

Yoongi smiled and nodded. He was beaming, happiness drowning out any other thoughts. The cute boy from the coffee shop was finally his, and he wanted nothing more than to shower him with kisses and scream it to the world. Jimin clapped his hands and grinned.

“Well, go grab a straw, I can’t finish this all by myself!”

This is by FAR my favorite thing I’ve ever written, and now I can say it’s totally worth staying up 14 hours for. (snack breaks were included)

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just-jordie-things · 7 years ago

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We Had A Deal - Peter Parker

word count: 6013 warnings: slight infinity wars spoilers, (no death spoilers tho)but i started it before the movie came out so the plot isn’t completely following that of the film’s. you’ve been warned !!

You’d never seen such a gathering of people in one place before. The crowd in the Avengers Facility main room a little overwhelming as you scanned the area.

Star Lord, aka Peter Quill and his crew, the Guardians of the Galaxy. The fact that they even existed, two aliens,a raccoon, and a small tree-man, blew your mind, but there was no time to ask what space was like.

Stephen Strange, who you had met earlier was here, drinking his tea and sitting on a small ottoman while everyone else was gathered standing around. He seemed bored, and unamused by the large group of people. He had his fingertips pressed to his temple, as if he had a headache from being there. His large rectangular ring stood out on his fingers, but then again so did his cape and the rest of his ‘wizardly attire’ as Tony had put it to you.

Thor and Loki stood together near Dr Strange, Loki casting poisonous glances at a select few of people. But mostly it was Stephen. Thor on the other hand, looked incredibly amused by the crowd he was in. His missing eye was unsettling, so you didn’t focus too much on the God.

You turned away, nearly running into somebody.

“Careful there” A thick Wakandan accent told you light heartedly, followed by a slight chuckled.

“Sorry King T’Challa”

“None of that, just T’Challa miss (y/n)” He told you with a kind smile. You nodded in return, and made your way out of the common room, and into the kitchen where you were sure nobody else would be.

You were proven wrong when you saw Tony sitting there at the breakfast bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a half filled bottle on the counter in front of him.

“Hey kid, what’re you doing in here?” Stark asked you, and you reluctantly sat on the stool across from him.

“It’s loud, and I don’t feel like talking to people” You told him. Tony chuckled, taking a sip out of his glass and shaking his head slightly.

“Same here. Didn’t want to deal with all those nutcases” You laughed quietly, knowing he was pretty much right. “You getting freaked out about this whole ordeal?”

“What? No, I don’t get freaked out about this shit anymore” You told him. “I’ve been going through this course of… battling… with you guys since I was twelve, and quite frankly I’ve lost my sense of fear”

Tony laughed heartily, grinning as he swallowed down the rest of his whiskey.

“Figures. But trust me, there’ll come a time when you think that there’s no way something can scare you like you’re six and there’s a monster under your bed. But there will be, and you’ll be so goddamned terrified you’ll be shaking”

“You forget that I’ve cut men’s heads off and thrown them like a shot put ball”

“That would be what terrifies me” Tony replied, still chuckling.

“Mr Stark have you seen-”

You spun around instantly, Peter Parker standing in the doorway looking disheveled and tired.

“Oh you’re both in here!” Peter said, quickly making his way to sit with you and Tony.

“Hey Pete” You smiled sweetly at him as he took a seat next to you. Tony let out a tired sigh, the boy in his presence already wearing him out.

“Two teenagers? Ditching an important get together? I’m so surprised” He muttered sarcastically. You give him a playful mischievous smile before turning to Peter.

“Why’re you skipping? Figured you’d be in heaven with all those superheroes” You said, and Peter flustered slightly, his fingers linking together and fiddling awkwardly.

“Yeah uh… I don’t know it was crowded and they’re all adults and-”

“Lies. Quill has the mental capacity of a ten year old, and his shirtless bald blue friend is no different” Tony cut in. You shrugged a shoulder and nodded in agreement, having remembered him getting in a fight with the tree alien that couldn’t say more than three words. “Peter, you’d get along with them well”

Peter looked offended at Stark’s words. “Are you saying I’m a ten year old?”

“I’m saying your a kid”

“I’m a kid” You perked up, and Tony chuckled.

“Well surprise kiddo, you’re the most mature person in this room” He said while laughing. Even Peter laughed a little bit, knowing that it was true. It was quiet for a few moments, Tony pouring himself another glass, Peter still anxiously messing with his hands, and you were deep in thought.

All you could think about was how Thanos, this alien dictator of a sort, was preparing to destroy the world as you know it. It’s not exactly the first time you’ve encountered something like this, after Loki and his army a few years ago, and then the events in Sokovia, as well as a few other minor inconveniences. This was the life you were used to, a few years of peace and quiet at most, and then something or someone gets their hands on something they shouldn’t, and decides they want to take over the Earth.

And no, you weren’t as scared as you knew you should be. Sure, there was the stress of having to train, and being in battle. Which you seem to have done a thousand times before. You knew that at any moment you could be killed, or someone else. You knew deep down that this was bigger than anything you’ve ever faced before. That people from all over the world, no, all over the universe were here to stop this catastrophe from taking place. Nothing had ever been like this before.

You looked over at Peter, who was drumming his thumbs on his legs and staring at the table. He was obviously also deep in concentration, and you wondered briefly if he was scared.

He seemed to have realized you were gazing at him, snapping out of his daze and looking up at you with an almost worried expression.

“Stark can we leave?” You asked Tony, who just nodded.

“Sure. Be back before midnight, so we can talk about whatever those lunatics out there come up with for a plan”

“A plan of death” You muttered, sliding off the stool and already heading out of the room. Peter scrambled after you, nearly tripping but balanced himself and stealthily walked after you.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and you shrugged, avoiding the common room, as the raccoon was now threatening to blow up the entire facility. Peter was looking wildly into the room, desperate for some sort of explanation as to what was going on. Where as you kept walking, without even casting a glance towards the room.

“Roof I guess, it’s too crazy in here” You said, slowing your pace so that Peter could fall into step with you.

“That’s kinda funny, cause I’ve seen what you do in the training room. You had Barnes a little freaked out” Peter said. “Hell I still get kinda freaked out”

You laughed softly and gave Peter a sweet smile that didn’t fit the memory in his mind. You just seemed to radiate with sunshine and purity.

Yet, when you had a sword in your hands, you were the image of terror and destruction. It was in your genes. Implanted there.

“You know me better than that, Pete” You said, nudging his elbow with yours as you stuck your hands into your pockets.

“Can I ask you a question?” He spoke up as you opened the door to the stairwell that led to the roof. You nodded your head at him while he let you up the steps ahead of him. “Are you afraid?”

You didn’t answer right away, continuing up the steps in silence until you reached the second door that led right out onto the roof of the facility. Opening it, you turned and held it for Peter.

“Yes” The simple word was small on your tongue, barely a whisper that he wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t seen your lips move. The two of you stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at one another. “But I’m not scared to die”

“You aren’t?” He asked, surprised. He thought death was something everyone feared.

“I’m scared that everyone else will, and that I’ll live and have to deal with it” You murmured, walking out along the rooftop to look out at the night. It was beautiful, springtime in New York always was at nighttime. Just cold enough to feel a chill, but warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket. “I think that makes me a coward” You told him honestly, your back turned to him as you stared at the sky.

“You? A coward?” Peter chuckled at the idea. “Never” You looked over your shoulder at him, and he walked over to stand with you and enjoy the view. Except he wasn’t staring at the sky.

“Are you?” Your voice was soft as you spoke. “Afraid?” You clarified.

“What? Pfft, no. This is going to be easy” He said, and you looked up at him, quirking a suspicious eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m terrified”

“Yeah?” A hopefulness sparked in you that you weren’t alone.

“Yeah, of course” He shrugged. “A big purple alien is hoping to have a full blown genocide made out of earth. I don’t want to die, I don’t want you- anyone else to die” He caught himself on his words, cheeks heating up as he began to stammer. “I-I’ve never fought something that’s s-so insane! There are literally aliens inside right now”

“Nerd alert” You said, earning a shocked look from Peter that made your lips blossom into a smile. He scoffed, acting as though he were offended.

“Oh like you aren’t secretly in love with Star Wars. And I’ve seen you do chemistry! You closeted genius” You giggled, shaking your head at him.

“And what do you know about chemistry, Peter Parker?” You asked in a murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to completely face him. It dawned on the boy that you weren’t talking about the subject, and he visibly gulped.

“L-lot’s of stuff” He stuttered. “Water’s the only substance that expands when it freezes, and-and ionic bonds are non-directional, and-” He stopped himself, having looked down to meet his eyes and his voice completely failed him. His mind was screaming; when did this happen? When did she start looking at you like that?

“Pete I don’t care about Chem” You mumbled. He hadn’t realized how close you were standing until your foot had bumped into his when you shuffled anxiously. “Can we make a deal?”

“Yeah o-okay” He agreed, nodding his head and looking at you almost worriedly.

“I won’t die if you won’t” You said quickly and quietly. His brows rose at your statement, and your eyes didn’t leave his once. So many emotions displayed in them that he was sure you were scared that you were bound to die.

“Okay” He answered smoothly, nodding again and in a quick decision grabbed your hand in one of his. “Alright, I can do that”

“Promise” You whispered. Peter’s brows drew together as he nodded his head again.

“I promise” You squeezed his hand in response, tugging slightly, which he took as a prompt to hug you. His arms winding around your shoulders as yours wrapped under his arms, your chin able to set on his shoulder as you stood on the tips of your toes. You held onto him tightly, never having really hugged him before.

“Peter you’re- you’re like the only real person I have” You told him. He didn’t want to let go of you, so he just rubbed your back as calmly as he could.

“It’s okay” He said softly. “We’ll make it out of this”

“I know” Your voice cracked, and you pulled out of his hold reluctantly. “I know I just, I need you to know is all” You shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, trying to slip back into casual conversation. “You have to live”

He still had that worried loving look on his face that made you want to burst into tears and throw your arms around him again, but you refrained from doing so.

“Okay” He replied simply. You smiled tightly, taking his hand in yours again and looking back up at the sky.

“Can we just sit here and enjoy this for now?” You asked in a small voice that he never would have expected hearing from you. But he nodded, and the both of you walked to the edge of the building to sit and stare at the stars.

He wondered if you were alright, deep down. You always wore a brave face, ready to rip a man’s head from his body if you had to at any moment. He knew you could knock someone out with one punch, snap someone’s spine with one kick spin, and split a body in half with the swing of your beloved sword. But this? Hand holding, promise making, teary eyed girl was not something Peter was used to. Seeing your soft side was completely new to him, and it made him happy to see you allowing your vulnerability.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you slightly closer to him, in which you laid your head against his shoulder and shut your eyes.

Neither of you moved or said anything, until Vision came looking for you both to go over the plan of attack.

And it was not a plan you were all that thrilled about.

Sat on the new and improved Quinjet, and sharpening your sword so it’d be sharp enough to shave a man’s face, you were trying your best to clear your mind. Thor Bruce and Tony was standing by the cockpit where Steve was flying, Peter Quill arguing heatedly with the Iron Man about the ridiculousness of this plan. Where as Stephen T’Challa and your Peter were going over the possibilities of actually winning this.

You looked over to Peter, decked out in his new metallic attire, without the mask on.

“There’s over fourteen million futures of how this could possibly go” Doctor Strange was speaking to the two of them.

“Great, how many do we win?” Peter asked. You smiled slightly to yourself as you saw the joy begin to spread on his features.

“One” Stephen answered in monotone, instantly killing Peter’s mood.

“Oh” He responded quietly.

“We will just have to make the one count” T’Challa said, but the Spiderman was already walking away, coming to sit next to you.

“Only one chance, huh?” You mused, sheathing your sword and looking at the boy next to you.

“I guess so. Makes it kind of hard to focus”

“Just clear your head. Treat it like any inconvenience in Queens” You suggested. “That’s what I do. Try my best not to think about it”

“And that works?” Peter asked, surprised that it’s a tactic that could be all that easy. How could you possibly clear your mind while on that battlefield?

“Usually, yeah” You shrugged. “I just focus on what’s happening in front of me. That’s the key, don’t get distracted by the others, because that’s how accidents happen” You told him. He nodded, wondering if it’d work for him. He wasn’t sure if he could do it. Knowing that you were out there somewhere, in a life threatening situation like this, Peter didn’t think he’d be able to focus on any other thing.

“I guess I’ll try that then” He said almost weakly, to which he nodded and looked out the glass windows of the ship.

T’Challa turned curiously to the Doctor next to him, after having heard your conversation.

“What is their deal?” He asked curiously, and Stephen hummed in confusion. “Their story” The king clarified. “How long have they been in love with each other?”

“Oh” Strange’s brows rose as he realized what T’Challa meant. “I’m not sure. I just met them this morning. But yeah, you can tell there’s definitely a passionate connection-”

“A passionate connection?” Thor’s booming voice practically silenced the whole aircraft, now holding everyone’s attention. Including yours and Peter’s. Stephen cursed, giving the God a blank look in order to silently get him to shut up. It didn’t work. “Where? Who’s in love? Do share wizard!”

Peter and you looked at each other in amusement, also wanting to know what was going on.

“What’s going on?” Tony demanded, stepping out of the cockpit to see what all the commotion was about. “Thor why are you yelling it’s like five in the morning”

“Wizard here tells me that someone’s in love, I wanted to hear the story” THor shrugged innocently.

“Did you lose your fucking brain when you lost your hammer?” Rocket sneered, earning an elbowing from Peter Quill next to him. “What?” The raccoon shrugged his shoulders and tried to hide his snicker.

“No, I’m just a sap for stories” Thor said. “Mother used to tell me stories of her and father every night when I was a boy” He said with a big smile. You laughed and shook your head at his antics, where as T’Challa and Strange gave him a weird look.

“What a weird man” Strange mumbled, walking away. You looked at Peter as you smiled, causing the boy to smile back.

“I wonder who’s in love with each other” You hummed curiously, but not paying much mind to it. Peter stared at you for a moment before forcing a chuckle.

“Probably Stephen and Tony” He replied awkwardly, making you giggle quietly.

“I’ve noticed that weird tension they have going on too” You told him.

Peter didn’t respond, just watched you as you double checked your getup to make sure you were ready, and shut your eyes for a moment, trying to get into concentration.

Peter liked the outfits you wore into battle, because you always looked like a total badass. Black leather pants, tall black boots with a slight heel but not enough to make it difficult for you to fight. And a dark green bodice that hugged your curves excellently. Not that Peter noticed that sort of thing of course…

“You staring at me Parker?” He hadn’t realized you were looking at him until you spoke up, drawing his line of sight directly to your own. You were quirking an eyebrow suggestively and there was a slight smirk tugging on your lips. But he could tell you were blushing.

“Sorry, I zoned out” He mumbled a lame excuse and turned away from you. But you kept your sight on him, curiously wondering why he was staring at you for so long. Not wanting to embarrass the boy, you didn’t say any more on the subject.

“We’re landing folks” Steve announced, and you shot up from where you sat, walking to the window instantly, looking out at the new planet you’d landed in.

“Woah” You mumbled. The whole place looked deserted, destroyed even. You’d never left Earth before, but this was a whole other world and that was hard to grasp. You were in another universe now. And the possibility of dying here was very high.

“Hey, kiddo!” A voice called, and you turned to see Peter Quill, handing you what looked like an earpiece.

“Oh, I don’t like your music” You told him, awkwardly declining.

“No no, hey!” He sneered at you. “My music taste is amazing you asshole” You shrugged a shoulder in response. “It’s a mask” He told you, clipping it over your ear and pressing a button on the side of it. Instantly, a mask generated over your face, looking somewhat like his did. “You can’t breathe the air out there” He told you, and you smiled, thanking him as you pushed the button again, the mask going away again.

“Interesting…” You hummed. “Thank you though” You added. Quill nodded before walking off. Peter looked at you with raised brows, a slight smile on his face as you wandered back near him.

“Look at you, space girl” He commented, standing to almost tower over you. He turned your face to the side with his thumb gently pushing your jaw, and he pressed the button of you earpiece to see the mask cover your face again. You giggled as you looked up at him through the lenses. It was a technology that reminded you of the Iron Man suit, how the lenses cleared your vision, and gave you an analysis of the boy in front of you. Peter Benjamin Parker written in front of you with a line pointed at Peter. “What’s it like?” He asked you.

“Very cool. I feel like the Spiderman now with this mask” He chuckled, pushing the button again to see your face. He was smiling down at you, the pad of his thumb still awkwardly resting on your jawline. But neither of you bothered to move.

Until there was an abrupt jolt of the entire ship, causing everyone to stumble. Except for Vision, Wanda, and Stephen, who simply levitated rather than try to keep their balance. Peter’s feet were firmly planted on the ground, damn Spiderman boots keeping in place. Whereas you had stumbled slightly to keep yourself upright. Peter’s hand grabbed your arm, stopping you from toppling over.

“Rogers what the hell was that?” You hollered angrily, but silently thanked Peter, patting your hand against his sweetly.

“I don’t know! I think we got hit with something!” Steve yelled back, and you realized then that he was struggling to keep control of the ship.

“Shit” You cursed, already trying to find your way out of this before you crashed and burned.

“The windows!” Bruce interjected, already racing towards the glass and hitting it wildly in hopes of it breaking. Tony groaned with annoyance at Banner’s actions.

“Those are specially designed Banner, not even the Hulk could bust out of-”

He was cut off by Rocket locking and loading his blaster, and shooting a gaping a hole in the side of the jet.

“Holy shit!” Quill hollered, the loud sound of the engines failing and the air that gushed into and out of the opening almost deafening. You turned your mask on again, trying to figure out when a good time to jump would be. Stephen, Vision, and Wanda had simply flown out of the plane. Starlord turning on his rockets and grabbing Groot and Rocket before zooming out. Drax following, leaping out like a madman. Tony’s suit assembled around him, and Cap grabbed his ankle as he flew out, easily carrying Steve out with him.

“You trust me?” Peter asked you, his own mask assembling together. Perks of the new suit.

“With my life” You yelled over the loudness, staring up at him seriously.

“Good” Was all he said, before running and jumping out of the plane, his arm wrapping tightly around your torso as you free-falled through the air. The Black Panther easily following after you, and the God of Thunder as well.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to scream in absolute terror, your throat closing up on you as you shut your eyes and firmly planted your face in Peter’s chest, preparing for a rough landing. But in no time you were swinging into the air, and realized that he’d shot out a web to bring you to the ground easier.

Your arms around his neck tightened, breathing heavy and ragged behind your new mask.

“It’s alright” He assured you, already nearing the ground. “I’m not gonna let go” His voice was so soft you opened your eyes and looked at the masked boy.

You were so scared right now that you were going to lose him.

You landed and Peter set you on your feet in no time. You felt light, like the gravitational pull here was off.

As soon as he’d set you down you jumped slightly, your body floating in the air before slowly coming back to the ground.

“Careful” Tony warned everyone.

“Gravity’s different here” Quill said, looking at whatever device was able to tell him that. “Damn this planet is fucked up” He mumbled.

All was quiet as everyone scoped the area, before a loud booming sound caused you to fall to your knees and cover your ears. Peter instantly going to you, the mechanic eyes of his mask wide to see you better. His gloved hands covering yours as he spoke so quickly, asking what was wrong. But all you could hear was a distant ringing noise. You knew he was speaking to you, you knew he was trying to pull your hands from your ears, but you couldn’t move.

“There’s something wrong with-!” Peter’s cry to Tony halted when he saw what he could only assume was a portal, and out stepped the largest man he’d ever seen. “(y/n)- (y/n)/n you gotta get up come on” He said as carefully as he could, his eyes never leaving the portal as he helped you up to your feet, his shaking hands gasping yours as he pulled them away from your head.

“I’m okay” You breathed out heavily, analyzing the scene in front of you for a battle strategy as quickly as you could. Turning back to Peter you gave him a serious look, though he could barely see your eyes behind the lenses. “Don’t get distracted” You told him. “Remember our deal”

He nodded quickly in response, and just like that you were sprinting off after the rest of them, unsheathing your sword and swiftly leapt up into the air. Using the new gravity defect to your advantage as you flew towards who you assumed was Thanos.

Starlord and Iron Man were currently blasting it, and with ease you swung your sword over your head before bringing it down towards him. Just barely nicking his cheek before he uses the gauntlet stones to send you flying through the air and tumbling to the ground.

Stay focused, she’s alright, stay focused, she’s gonna be fine, don’t get distracted, it’ll get you killed, stay focused stay focused stay focused-

“Strange!” Peter called, finally grounding himself and figuring out a plan. “Portal me over there!”

He ran through the ring that the Doctor had created, and when he leapt through it he was suddenly kicking Thanos right in the head. He did it again, this time shooting a web in his face, and a third time, punching him across his large jaw. Feeling empowered, he kept on going, coming out of nowhere and everywhere as Stephen Strange kept on creating portals.

“Enough!” Thanos roared, grabbing the boy right out of the air and shoving him to the ground with his massive hand keeping him there.

“Peter!” Your distant voice cried. You stood up, hurling your sword perfectly and it flew through the air towards The monster holding him down. Peter gasped for air, just as the weapon lodged into the alien’s abdomen.

The others took this moment of weakness to begun their brutal attack, claws swiping, tree limb winding, shield throwing, blaster shooting, and again web slinging as Peter was able to squirm out of Thanos’ grasp. You thanked the heavens as you made your way back to the scene, desperate for your sword back. Sure, you kept a small dagger on you for backup, but you only used it in emergencies.

“You’ll pay for that” Thanos growled towards you, yanking the blade out of himself. It looked small in his hands, and just as you neared him, he snapped it in half.

You froze in your tracks, eyes widening as the broken weapon fell to the ground in two. A useless piece of metal now.

“She’s gonna fucking kill you man” Stark snorted, pieces of his armor coming off and shooting him continuously. You fell to the ground in front of the broken pieces. That sword had been a part of you since you were young and it was handed to you by Natasha. She’d always trained you and taken care of you , and when she handed you that blade at such a young age, it had meant everything to you.

And Thanos broke it like it was a mere toothpick.

You grimaced, standing up and yanking the smaller blade from where it was sheathed at your thigh. He seemed distracted by all the blasts Tony was sending his way, and the spells that Strange kept throwing left and right. Wanda trying her best to hold back his arms with her magic.

Again, you raced towards him, never having felt so angry. A scream came past your lips as you catapulted towards him once more.

But Thanos had interpreted your move, and grabbed you right out of the air, just as your arm swung down, knife in hand. The alien flung you up into the air like a baseball. But you’d already done what you had to.

Looking back down at the ground as you flew through the air once more, your blade had pierced straight through his thick skull, giving the Avengers a chance to beat him in his moment of weakness.

“(y/n)!” Peter ran towards you, leaping up into the air gracefully. The arms in the back of his suit detached and wrapped around you, cradling you carefully as you both began to fall.

“Peter” You breathed out gratefully, before you both landed hard on the rocky ground. “What the hell is up with your new suit?” You asked almost breathlessly, chuckling quietly as you looked up at him, still held in the metal legs.

“I-I have no idea I kind of went into that without a plan” He replied, laughing nervously. You shook your head at him, finally released and standing on your own. The contraption folded itself up and was tucked into his suit once more. “I have no idea how this thing works” He told you, but you were already running towards the fight again. He shook his head, following after you.

“Is… is he dead?” You mumbled, halting yourself as Thanos had fallen to his knees. But from the way Thor still had his axe raised, and Strange and Wanda still had their magic flowing around their hands, showed everyone was ready for one final attack if it wasn’t over yet.

“You can’t beat this” He muttered, before forcing his hand out and using the space stone to send everyone back in a massive explosion, and then promptly vanishing through his portal again.

You coughed, inhaling too much dust and smoke as your eyes fluttered open. Your breath was heaving as you tried to fill your lungs, even though your mask had stayed intact it felt like you were deprived of oxygen. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, looking around you.

Fires were everywhere, as well as Avengers in scattered areas, all trying to stand up and remember what had just happened.

An explosion, something exploded, you thought.

Trying to stand on your legs, you scanned the area for Peter. Certainly he was fine, he could survive a minor explosion-

Just as that thought came to mind, a larger fire erupted and you jolted, nearly falling again. But you shakily kept your balance.

“Peter?” Your voice cracked, head moving all over the place in search of the boy. “Peter!” You called louder, feet moving faster as you scanned the area. “Peter!” You full on screamed now. “Peter! Peter where are you!?” You cried out, running frantically as tears began to fill your vision.

He wasn’t responding.

“Peter!” You begged, sobbing now as you stumbled around. “Peter-!”

“(y/n)!”

Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around, seeing the Spider Boy heading towards you. You gasped, taking off in a sprint and running towards him, crying out his name in a much more joyful cry now.

Without even thinking it through, the palm of your hand pressed the button of your earpiece, your mask going away, and Peter removed his own mask almost magically just before your crashed into him, your lips colliding as you held onto each other tightly.

It was such an abrupt kiss that he nearly forgot to kiss you back. But it felt so natural to move his lips over yours. His gloved hands tangling in your hair and yours clutching onto his shoulders so tight he could feel it through the metal.

When you parted, he instantly turned your mask back on, as well as his own. Your eyes opened wide, staring up at him even though his face was covered once again.

“You followed through with our deal” You said heavily, never having felt so relieved for someone’s life before. “And you saved my life”

Peter was blushing beneath his mask. His hands untangled from your hair to cup around your face for a moment, before dropping completely to wrap around your waist.

“We gotta go back”

“Back?” You questioned as he lifted you up.

“To Earth” He said, and Dr Strange opened his portal.

After everyone got situated for the long night of bad sleep and nightmares ahead of them. You dragged your feet down the hallway to your own room, ignoring the party that Tony was already beginning to throw. You weren’t exactly in a party mood.

Peter followed you, but you hadn’t heard him.

Taking off your earpiece, you tucked it into your pocket. Figuring that you’d still need it another day.

When you felt a hand grab your wrist you spun around, smiling happily to see Peter Parker there, hair disheveled and a bruise spreading across his left cheek.

“Hey Pete” You whispered, your hand coming up to softly brush over his black and blue skin. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing alright, you?” He replied quietly. Even though you were alone in the hall, it felt natural to speak in a whisper. You just nodded your head, your lips pressing together as you stared at him. Your eyes glossed over, and as soon as Peter could tell you wanted to cry, he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

“I’m so fucking pissed I lost my sword today” You whimpered into his shoulder, arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly. He chuckled quietly, his nose pressed to your temple. “But I’m so glad I didn’t lose you” You finished, pulling away. Your hands splaying over his cheeks, delicately brushing your fingers over his bruise. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I… if you…”

“I know” He murmured in response so that you didn’t have to say it. His hand grasped your wrist, pulling your palm over his mouth and leaving a small kiss there. “You don’t have to think about that” He told you. “It’s not happening, I’m not going anywhere” He assured you. A few tears slipped down your cheeks. “I’m never going to leave you (y/n)”

You slid your hand to his jaw so that you could lean up and gently press your lips against his. Your kiss soft and careful, neither of you wanting to hurt the other. Peter’s hands cupped your face so carefully, as though you could shatter with one rough move. Your lips parted for a short moment before meeting quickly again, you sucked in a sharp breath as your hands threaded into his hair, pulling him closer still.

When you pulled apart again, your eyes fluttered open, looking up into his. You were so happy, he could see it in the way they sparkled as you stared at him.

“(y/n) I’m in love with you”

“I love you too” You told him right away, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you too” You repeated almost under your breath. Peter tugged you in again, lips grazing your forehead before holding onto you tightly.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing there in his arms, but you didn’t care. You never felt safer anywhere else.

Steve wasn’t so fond when he turned to corner to find the two of you though.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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stan-and-the-newbie · 7 years ago

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A kpop newbie’s reaction to LOONA

you know i had to do it to ‘em

Alexa: bold

Alex: italic

okay so today you're reacting to Loona!

o, noice

they just debuted like two days ago and everyone is crying

damn. ok but do any of them speak english <<

y es

n u t

i believe i already told you, they built this Loonaverse, and released a girl each month

yeh, you told me a few things

right. all of them have an animal and a color. the first five girls have an additional location, then the next three girls have a superpower, and the last four girls have a fruit

...alexa. t-twelve

yeah

<-<

>->

alright fam hit me up

okay, the first girl that was released, back in 2016, is heejin

damn she looks like a disney princess

she does;;

this is aN INSULT

isnT IT

someone arrest her, she's not allowed to be so cute. it is illegal.

how old is she and what does she do

uhh she's 21and she's a singer

she iS BORN IN 2000

... ALEXA WE'RE MOVING TO KOREA PACK YOUR SHIT

ill give you her music video now

alright

the location is hard to guess, so just try to guess her color and animal

hmm

*ViViD*

i'm not watching this u freak, you know about my arachnophobia

y tho. there are no spiders

THERE IS ONE IN THE THUMBNAIL, BIG AND RED

there are no spiders, so play the song, its good. no girl has the spider as her animal u coward

the song's aight. i'd listen to it in a cafe. her animal is obviously a bunny and her color is either red or white. asian girls with thick thighs are too powerful alexa. someone needs to do something about them. it's a health hazard.

omf. her color is actually hot pink;; but u got her animal right lol

o damn. well pink is the mix between red and white isn't it >>

ooOOO

pFFF

she's part of the first subunit, 1/3

ah, so she's a colonel

omG. i mean, y'know, subunits are some of the members that form like a band of their own and put out music

with 12 bloody members, i can imagine

loona has three. anyway, a few things about heejin

hit me

she’s a whole cutie

o gee i couldn't notice

sdfdsdf she likes dad jokes and randomly breaks into silly and awkward dances but she doesn't care. she's also afraid of pigeons

the guards would have to restrain me from pinching her cheeks if i was ever in the same room with her. and to be fair those things are chaotic evil. one literally flew into my face once.

omf

they also carry diseases similarly to rats. except they fly. so yeah, i can see why one would be afraid.

she also named a rabbit from the set "heekki". hee from her name, and kki from the korean word for rabbit, tokki. and proceeded to ask if she could adopt it.

that's adorable go away i am stone cold

is there anything else u want to know about her. her location is paris, and the first ever video of her beside her mv was her repeating random french phrases she knew in the airport

pfffF.

the next member is hyunjin

they’re all so pretty i cry

they are :(

they are like porcelain dolls, but without the creepiness of a doll, just the beauty and cuteness

i KNOW. so, how old is she

hmm 20 and she's a rapper

she is ALSO born in 2000 ;D and she's a singer

here's her music video

after mark's video on that cat game, the thumbnail horrifies me

o-oh

alight so her animal is a kitteh. so she's the neko of the group, noice... is this a thriller film, geez.

ghjkjhghjk its just a kitten smh

an e v i l kitten

cats cant be evil. her song is very kdrama-ish

her color is... i honestly have no idea

her color appears in the first third of the video

green? blue?

she wears it

lemon

yeh, yellow. and yes her animal is cat lol. what about the song? it’s a drastic change from the last one

ok that last part horrified me. idk it's a weird mix between depression and a drug trip

so, about this baby. her location is tokyo, and she is the savage one

o-oh

shes the one that kept a blank face on a rollercoaster while the others were screaming. also, she really likes bread and croissants

and she's not a rapper smh. well, she does have a pretty voice.

she does~ and shes really sporty, practiced a lot of sports before becoming an idol

alright, off to my wife. this is haseul.

and no photo makes her justice

UGH queen

that jawline fam

i’m sorry i just. literally have never seen such a beautiful woman

alright by now i'm about 70% convinced that these people are created in underground governmental labs

m e. aight, how old is she

fucc it, she's uhh 18

she's actually born in 1997 dfgfdsdfgh

OF COURSE. sigh. that's just my luck

but i understand u

they all look between 15 and 20 anyway does it really matter- i- she's more pretty than she is cute. respecc.

this is her music video

her color is bleagh. i mean bleuugh. blue

omf

she's a parappa the rapper. but she's also a singer. idk her voice sounds like she can rap. was that plane just there and they used it or did they buy a gigantic plane prop for the video

(i really hoped alex would say this because this video exists)

she’S TRYING. her color is green but her location is iceland so liek,,, i guess the writers clashed ideas

blasphemy. they should have went for turquoise

her animal is a dove. she’s also the leader of the group, and the mom friend #1. she can speak english but she has a cute accent which i Love

awh

aaaand she’s a seal enthusiast

o. that's something

they went to iceland so she was like "omg a seal!!! hi !! that was a seal!!"

pffa whole cutie

she is :( she’s also really funny

anyway, the next one makes me feel worthless. this is yeojin

another flawless creation of the secret korean labs

her age?

that tissue-printing chamber in that korean lab from avengers 2? not fiction - they use it to create idols. uhh 19

:D she is 15!!!1

...

and turns 16 in november !!

Goodbye. Tty later, i gotta pack my stuff

dfgfdGHJH here is her song. its very cute because, well, shes a child

L O L I C O N A L E R T. those three dudes are terrifying. is that the joker wearing a frog head

mmmmaybeh

this is weird lmfao. aaand there's the foot fetish

you’RE HORRIBLE

why is the frog dude going all roaring reeo on her only to give her a fucking present

well, its a song about how she doesn’t want the relationship to move too fast, so she doesn’t want to kiss the dude just yet

that ending was just... idk man. this one broke me. her color is red, and her animal is a frog because that's the only animal in the foreground here idfk

her color is orange, close enough. the other members call her "bean" because shes the youngest and rlly smol and chubby.

awh ;;

and everyone treats her like a baby lmao

well, what did u expect. hmm i think i like the first one the best so far

o, alright

so, these past four girls and the fifth one form the subunit 1/3. the fifth one was introduced through the subunit's first song, but i'll give u their second song cuz its Better

*check out “Sonatine it’s superior*

basically, these girls have a very dreamy concept with a lot of piano and strings. the fifth girl is the pink haired one, and baby yeojin isn’t here cuz her grades were dropping lmao

shhhh just listen to the song

this song gives me the sad

u gotta appreciate the animu songs

i do, i was literally gonna say that this one somewhat reminds me of miia's second song

same !!

her color is W H I T E like my teeth. p u r e w h i t e

she haS HER OWN mv

the fifth member is vivi

shes chinese and the oldest

from communism to idolization. noice

so she's wot, 21? 22?

yeh, shes turning 22 this year

noice

here’s her song

a break from the animu songs. ps: they dont come back

sad. kinda stalkerish fam

ikr. shes a hooman here. but in the subunit mvs she’s an android

what

idk fam they go all out and no one knows whats happening

i am gonna get bashed for this but when she smiles her cheeks look kinda weird she kinda looks like a chipmunk? but not in a bad way

ghjkHJ she does;; shes cute though

yeah

her color is her haircolor lawl. pastel rose

o, nice

and her animal is deer

so she's basically bambi gotcha

she speaks english, and shes the reaction memes queen. and shes also very smol

awh ;;

alright, we're done with 1/3. is heejin still your favourite?

yepp

cuz we're entering girl crush land

o h

the sixth member is kim lip

LISTEN YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THIS

she’s cute tho

of course she is. they're all cute perfect goddesses. i'm noticing a pATTERN HERE

hey, shes mostly a tsundere

well, ngl, she looks like one

sdfgfds

she chose charmander tho 10/10

here’s her amazing mv. her animal appears for 1 second here so lmao good luck. her color is very obvious

white, at long last

the other one

FUCK

SDFGFDSD

red?

yes

that building is aesthetic would hang out there with my weird friends 10/10. the song is odd, but it's nice

i think the song really suits her voice

it does! that's why it works

her animal is an owl

n o i c e

also in one of her vlogs all she does is talk about food. she also keeps the members company while theyre shooting their mvs!! and shes also a reaction meme queen. she sings, but her main strength is dancing

yeah, i can tell

oh right !! she is in the odd eye circle subunit, and these girls have super powers. imma tell you now, the odd eye circle members are in different planes. like, theyre in different dimensions, not the flying planes lol

umm alright..?

anyway, her super power is speed. aaaand i think thats it with kim lip

the next one is a fan favourite. jinsoul

oof. idk man the blond is weird

oh, is it. i dunno, i feel like it suits her.

hammers in that "created in an underground lab to be flawless" vibe. idk, maybe a darker shade? like a golden blonde?

most people choose her song as their favourite

singing in the rain? is tom holland gonna come in and dance to "umbrella"?

oh my god

if not i'll be disappointed. the song reminds me of minecraft intros lmao. especially that synth part

geT OUT LMAO

the dancing is lewd af tho. so 8/10

well, so was eclipse. girl crush land

is she a necromancer? because those hips kill me and bring me back to life

i knOW. she can sing, rap and dance. triple threat. okay you cant possibly be wrong about her color and animal

uhh blue and fish. idk wot fish but a fish

y e s. its a blue betta fish. she said, and i quote "the blue betta fish is one that needs to be kept alone, because it eats the other fish in her tank. so i'm going to take over the group like that"

i- IS THE ENTIRE SECOND SUBUNIT SASSY

SDFGHGFDSSDFGH shes very oblivious and confused also idk if i should show you this but its hella funny and falls into the dumb blonde stereotype. she acts cute in a live stream and then she just

*that beautiful face plant video*

and at the enD KIM LIP IS LIKE "yes. whats next?" and looks through the comments

i-is she ok

yeah, she just stays there like ten seconds and then lifts her head while laughing. her superpower is teleportation btw. anyway, shes just very oblivious and awkward

nice man

the next member is choerry

oof, she qt. her color is purple.

yes. she doesnt like cherries btw

of course. why doesn't she like them? they're gud ;; maybe they remind her of all the bad puns she must have had to endure

i- most likely tbh. she prefers her actual name too sdfgfdsasdf. but choerry is a play on her name. cho yerim.

ah, i see

here's her song that takes a very weird turn and supports further the girl crush concept lawl

i expect lewd dancing. wot’s her animal?

a bat

e d g y. they made her eat a cherry. the monsters

i know, the madmen

o, here comes the lewd dancing. oof, that was short, but it was cool. back to... this??

it happens more than once. hmm, its a really nice song tbh

yeah, it was pretty nice

shes the bright, positive one

and managed to feed a squirrel out of her hand, so shes a princess confirmed

o damn how tall is she. she looks pretty tall in this pic

oh my god all of them are so small i literally cannot cope

;-; pure babies

hmm i think this is old information but the tallest is 165 sdfsGHJKJHJ

o damn

it says here shes 160. p u r e. her super power is plane travelling, like, shes the only one who can meet both kim lip and jinsoul. thats why i told you about the dimension thing

..alright..? this seems pretty redundant, idk. the whole superpower thing and the different planes thing is just odd. what purpose do they serve

well, its basically a whole universe, i guess it ties to the whole story

there's a story? uhh

yeah, but we won't get into that too much. here's odd eye circle's debut song

oh, this song is... something. i could live without the weird distorted voice. fucc yes more lewd dancing. well, that was trippy.

anyway, the third subunit is called yyxy, and it has "fall from eden" as their concept

the first member from this subunit is yves, pronounced as eve but it gotta be fancy y'know

oo, noice. please for the love of god tell me her color is white

no one's color is white

well, it’s not a color ;D

ug h. anyway, here’s her song.

hecc yes more lewd dancing

omf

the song is.. odd. GET OUTTA HERE HER COLOR IS TOTALLY WHITE. EVERYTHING HERE I WHITE. SHE WEARS ALL WHITE.

:( her apple is burgundy

what. is that- is that her color

yeah

...i quit.

fgfdghjkghjGHJ

well, that was something

her name is eve, so people speculate the song and mv are about her living a normal life after falling from eden y'know. anyway, shes the mom friend #2

o, interesting pFF

she was very awkward at the beginning, when she first was introduced

awh ;;

and her animal is a swan

AND HER COLOR ISN'T WHITE GET OUTTA HERE

fgfdsdfg shes also pretty savage now that she isnt as shy, but she takes care of the members, since shes one of the older membersGHJKJHGHJK

wholesome

shes very cute i like her uwu

the next one is an actual animu waifu. her name is chuu

and she is the full of cuteness member

yeah i can teLL. the second image scraped my stone heart

yes, she softens everyone. here’s her mv, and the other girl is yves. and chuu is more or less in love with her. lesbian icon

alexa ur doing the thing, but reverse

SHES LITERALLY STALKING YVES AND GIVING HER AN APPLE AND THE SONG IS ABOUT ROMANTIC LOVE get outta here

ALL OF THESE BANDS ARE BASICALLY FAMILIES YALL SHIPPING THEM IS INCEST

ASDFGFDSDFGHJ but yves just shot a heart at her

it's a music video smh

hey, im not saying shes gay for yves in real life, just in, like, the universe theyre building

ah, i see. the choreography is gud. and the whole music video is nice. and the song is nice too. alright, what's her color

peach

do these people only know red and blue variations. THERE ARE OTHER COLORS OUT THERE

her animal is penguin, hence her posing with a penguin plushie in that photo

awh ;;

and her fruit is strawberry. she also sang a kids show ost before she became an idol :( and the other members make her act cute sometimes in front of the camera because everyone loves her. take dis

:'c

when she does the winking thing she stops and asks "why am i doing this..." and the others are just "because its cutE"

s-STONE COLD I AM S T O N E C O L D

anyway, yes, we all love chuu

we have two members left, keep your head in the game

i'm in it to win it

the second to last member is go won

speaking of winning, apparently she already did

she is a real life doll- oh my god alex

yet another qt what is new. cute dolls. cute talented dolls e v e r y w h e r e

i remember her song just because of the way she sings "baby" there

*check out “One&Only” yall*

ah, i see. some nice cinematography here. she has an interesting voice

shes mostly a rapper

yeah, i can picture that. that was a pretty nice song

her color is eden green :3

n o i c e

her animal is butterfly and her fruit is pineapple

but does she like it on pizza tho >> that is the question

she's kinda cold, but shes pretty oblivious, the staff messed with her saying that "adam" is her stage name (adam translates to "small" in korean) and she actually believed them and she didnt get the joke either affdsdfg

;-; god bless

shes pretty savage tho, we have three so far

oof

she is olivia hye

and she does not appreciate olive jokes

she's pretty 0^0

she is~

wot's her personality

shes very blunt and she seems like someone that might succeed at being a famous blogger

o damn

she always speaks her mind. i haven’t really seen her play around, but that doesn’t mean i don’t find her funny sdfgfsdfg

pff the mom friend

hmm, she doesnt really take care of the others, shes the second youngest

o rlly

but she does boast about how shes the only one without a fear of heights jasdfjks

pfff alright, hmu with her song

her song is my favourite

*”Egoist” ftw*

s m o o t h. yeah, this is a nice song

ikr !!

aaand more lewd dancing the world is kind to me today

they never give it up

wot's her color and animal

her color is gray, her animal is wolf and her fruit is plum

o damn

here’s their song~

this is hype af. this song is nice too but it has odd parts

i feel like the quality of their music increased with time. the first songs are also nice but you can tell these ones are better put together

well, it makes sense

it has been two years yes asdfdsdfg

o o f

here's a predebut song. the first ever with all of them, but not their debut the intro and the chorus are the best parts ngl

that's a lot of idols fam

eh, 12 isnt that rare. BRRRRRRRRRAH

where the esketit at. that was a pretty good predebut song, all things considered. they fit a bit of everything in there

yep, here’s their debut song

this one's trippy. ah, that's why it's called "hi high" they're saying hi to me, and i'm high after watching it. UOUOUOUAAAHH

I ONLY LISTEN TO MUSIC WITH MEANINGFUL LYRICS

HLBJLNKBJLNKBKLN

do you remember any of them as your favourite or did everything already vanish

i like chuu and the last one but i think the first is still my fave

oo alright, i see. any last thoughts?

well-managed for a 12 idol group, nice choreographies (& lots of lewd dancing >>), plenty of good songs, gud stuff overall, 10/10. 11/10 for the UOUOUOUOOAAAHHH

noicE

alexa here!! oof, this took so long to put together;; also if haseul sees this please marry me goddess ily

i hope you enjoy this post, even though its a little messy!! pop a little message in our ask box too, it’ll make our day~ i hope everyone has a nice day or evening!!

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booksfornamjoon · 7 years ago

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[The Messiah went viral]

Before sleeping, God speaks to me.

"The human condition is like chewing gum."

The Routine of Stability,

the Promised Land of Order.

Be born, reproduce yourself, die.

"You chew and chew without knowing why".

You are like everyone else.

You lie because you don't want to be alone.

Saved as a draft.

If you hide, it doesn't hurt anymore, right?

You type: heart emoji, heart emoji (❤️).

Inside, silent.

You know you are ugly and that terrifies you.

Saved as a draft.

"You chew and a minute after the taste has vanished."

Accept in your prayers that you are afraid.

"Sweet plastic, you're still chewing."

We voted for a chewing gum spread on the eyelids.

You are demonic, only the dead lose the worst of themselves.

You don't want them to discover your farce, that you are still afraid of the dark, that you are envious, that you are a coward.

Tag three friends to win a...

To hate yourself is power.

That's the meaning of sincerity.

You manipulate.

Admit it.

Jesus resurrected in a screen.

Power is an illusion,

not being insane a slavery.

Life is just waiting for someone on the other side. Follow per follow. In the end.

I created you.

You know?

I think I am crazy.

I see them at night.

I found the apostles.

They're twelve and they repeat: "What's on your mind?".

To choose is an algorithm.

Calm down, we are all sedated.

Moses opened the waters.

No one said that the debt was the eleventh commandment.

Hallelujah.

Faith screams at me.

Faith kisses me.

Faith shoots me in the head.

The bullet, my own brain.

Let's pray, brothers and sisters.

I am not crazy.

I'm happy.

I'm normal.

I'm perfect.

🙂

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useless-crafting-lesbian · 7 years ago

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the ash pants

sometimes ..... a gal needs a good in between project ... enter the ash pants

i’m going off of this pattern from mood but i’m going to edit it pretty intently. the goal is to have them done by the end of the day .. We Shall See .

11:44 am || i’ve finished up with therapy (haha :) we got nowhere but it’s all ggGgGGGg) fabric, zippers, and thread has been purchased. because of all the sales going on at joann’s i ended up getting fabric for another pair of pants too but for now i’m just going to focus on this one.

yee yee bo let’s party

1:53 pm || wow a bitch lost a lot of time it’s been like four hours but i don’t know for sure because i’m refusing to do the math. i taped the whole pattern together .. can’t say it was an enjoyable process. normally the assembly of mood patterns is super nice n easy but this took forever and everything isn't lining up which is super promising but yolo i guess

3:08 pm || good heavens this is taking a really long time. i have finished altering and cutting out the pattern pieces for the pants .. the original pattern intended for a fit look up to like the knees and then a flare but bitch i have crippling body image problems tight clothes on my t h i g h s is Not going to happen also i don’t like flared pants they remid me of fifth grade and no one wants that

the pieces are really really r e a l l y wide (especially the back ones) so i feel like i should do something about that but .. eh .... i’m going to eat my lemon tart (eep) and think about it

3:52 pm || eep time is really passing huh ............... well i ate my tart .... i’m feeling hashtag bad about my body !!!!! but what’s new buenos aires. i’ve settled on making half a pair of pants from my ikea muslin and reassessing which is what i’m about to start cutting/sewing now so ! stay tuned i guess

5:19 pm || good g o d five nineteen why is this taking so fucking loNg !!!!!!!! sdfghjgfdfg aNyways i finally have a pattern that will (hopefully ?) work so yeehaw i guess. i don’t have any pictures though because i’m depressed So yep :) i’m going to make a list of changes to the original pattern that have taken place thus far

changes to paper pattern

✰ the flares were turned straight leg by making a hypotenuse (?) connecting where the side seam first begins to curve in and the bottom hem

✰ the front and back were changed from two pieces each to one (like a ... normal .... pair of ... pants .......)

✰ the pattern was graded from a size six at the waist to a size twelve at the hips cause a bitch is most certainly Not proportional ;)

✰ the patch pocket was elongated so i can actually put things in it

✰ the waistband was turned from a front and back piece to one total piece that will be cut on the fold (but i’ll probably change it back)

✰ maybe other things i’m forgetting ? i think that’s it though

changes to muslin pattern

✰ two big ol darts were added to the front and back pieces. the darts will not be in the final i just needed the pants to be significantly smaller. i’m already kind of regretting not doing pleats but Oh Well I Guess

✰ i darted the waistband too just to make the slope more intense so it would fit me

✰ at some point i’ll have to alter the pocket to be narrower so it stays proportional but i’ll figure it out

also i’m Pissed because mood just released a pattern that’s literally exactly what i need and it would have saved literal h o u r s of effort but whatever we all die eventually

i guess now i’ll make these damn pants pattern matching wooOOoOOOo i have no experience in that and am Definetly going to fuck something up

6:53 pm || someone please tell me why this glorified pair of pyjama pants is more time consuming then literally any gown i’ve ever made .... pattern matching is going Great thanks for asking

9:07 pm || okay things are actually kind of Going now .. once all the making the pattern and painstakingly matching everything up work is done everything goes really fast. i’ve sewed up the front and back rises, as well as cut out the pockets (matching the pattern Of Course), hem the lil hole thing where you put your hand in (?? the opening ?? is that what you meant ???) and pressed everything because only losers don’t press their seams. i still don’t have pictures because Not Enough Has Been Done and also they still look like dumb pyjamas ksksksjfj it’s cool though. so now i’m going to sew the pockets on and the side and inseams up !!!!!! if you really want Real directions of how to make these ... i recommend the mood website or just .. your pre-existing pant making knowledge .......

10:36 pm || i’m still not done with these fucking pants ...... i need to make the waistband (which i’ve been procrastinating on), sew up the other side seam and put in the zipper then hem it all it doesn’t sound like a lot but i have a feeling it will take me to one am at the rate i’ve been going

1:11 am || ha ha ha ha ahaa im at a place in my life where i’m Refusing to sleep until these pants are done mcfUCK WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG anyway a progress update i even have a whole two pictures ..!..... so i pussied out of making a waistband that was all one piece and ended with a front and back because i’m a coward. i did my best to line up the vertical stripes on the pants with the waistband not that you can tell from this picture why did i even take this it’s boring and stupid

but yeah that’s how the pants have been for hours now .. sewn at the rises and one (1) side seam. for the waistband i made a front and back, cut two of each, sewed at the top, pressed, pressed the bottom edge in by some amount no idea how much, pinned onto the pants and s e w e d mothefucker !!!!!!!!!!

i ended up ripping my one sewn side seam open part way to jam my zipper in (which i did with the baste, pin zipper, topstitch, undo basting method) and then sewed up the other side seam !!! and yeah that’s it

now all that’s left is sewing the inseam and hemming and they will f i n a l l y be done dfghjklkjhgf

2:01 am || okay so they’re still not done and i know i promised i wouldn’t sleep until they were but i’m afraid i’ll do something impulsive to them if i keep going tonight so i’m going to call it here. all that’s left is sewing a hook and eye to the side and then figuring out what to do to the bottom hem. it’s quite a bit too long and cuffing it just looks . dumb .. so i need another solution. hence why i’m waiting till the morning. because i am Itching to just c h o p a big ol strip off the bottom

anyway we got pretty far and yeah it doesn’t feel like enough and y e ah i’m disappointed in myself for not going All The Way but we all die eventually so this doesn’t matter

3:56 pm || whats UP motherfuckers these pants are almost D O N E i just finished hemming them so party fuckin HARD .. in the light of the new day i did in fact end up chopping about four inches off the bottom hem because those cuffs looked BAD as FUCK all that’s left on these is to sew a hook and eye in aaaaaAAAaA im so CLOSE ..... originally the plan was to make a pair of pants that don’t need a belt so i can wear them in inpatient but they look so good with a belt aaa :( oh well ..... with the chunk i cut off the bottom i’m really considering making a lil bandeau thing because i hate myself We’ll See actually no we won’t i don’t need more work we’re calling it at the pants I Have Been Shut Down okay let me sew this hook and eye

4:31 pm || THEY’RE Ḋ̵̥̬̈́͒̓Ỡ̷̦̏̂N̶̨͖͙̹̺̘͎̭͉͔͓̳̲͚̔͆̈́̓̅̒̀̒̅E̶̡̧̬̲̙̼̙̜͈͍̒̍̐͂͂́̆͗̊̕͘ i’m gonna take a lil video of them for my instagram and also just to see if i can .. i’ll also post it here but in a seperate post and y e a h .. oh Also i made a lil headband out of one of the pant scraps o h ans a l s o did i mention that these HELL PANTS are D O N E ??????̸̢̝̟͙̹̣͕̰̥͉͎̱̥̾̆̒̾͂͜?̶̡̧̳̗̜͈̭̮̠͕̯̝͐̓̒̿̔̏̿͗̎̐͂͘͜͠?̵̪͓͚̭͙̙͎̏͗̈̔̽͆̅͑?̷̧̬̣̠̞̙̃̔̚͜ that is all thank you

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