for some reason it was really difficult for me to decide how to arrange this

suspension of disbelief

@khorazir prompted: The boys watch some episodes of The X-Files together.


 Sherlock looked up from the microscope, blinked. John looked back at him, his face expectant.

 Clearly, he’d been speaking. Clearly, a response of some kind was required.

 "Of course,“ he tried.

 John raised his brows, looked both pleased and surprised. This—this did not bode well. Perhaps he should have asked John to repeat himself, but he did so loathe repetition.

 "Go on, then,” John said. He stepped over towards the fridge, perused the menus with a little frown of concentration.

 Sherlock hesitated. Go on?

 Judging by John’s preoccupation with the menus, he thought perhaps he may have agreed to dinner plans. Except, if that was all, then what was he meant to go on with?

 He stood up from the table, took a cautious step towards the sitting room. John had left the telly on. It was cycling through a DVD menu of some kind, eerie whistling music backed by piano. He frowned, looked back.

 John glanced up from the menus, made a shooing motion with his hand. Ah. It appeared that he’d committed to watching a film or—he paused, looked at the screen—a television series.

 He sighed, aimed a longing glance in the direction of his abandoned microscope, and settled himself on the sofa. He took up a bit more space than entirely necessary.

 The menu looped, started again. Piano. Whistling.

 John paced around the kitchen, phone to his ear, ordering the takeaway. Sherlock glanced at the menus, now rearranged on the front of the fridge. Chinese.

 He looked back at the television. Opened his mouth to speak.

 "I’m betting you missed this entirely, yeah?“ John said, sitting down on the sofa next to him. The cushions dipped, and Sherlock found himself wanting to lean closer, to blame the motion on his shifted balance—but no, best not.

 "Missed–?”

 "The X-Files.“ John said with a nod at the screen. "FBI agents, government conspiracies, aliens…? Kind of a big deal in the 90s. Ringing any bells at all?”

 Sherlock scoffed, looked away. “I had other things on my mind in the 90s.”

 John cleared his throat, looked down.

 The menu continued to loop.

 "Right,“ John said, after a long moment. He reached for the remote. "Food will be here in about twenty minutes.”

 He pressed play.

 *

 "Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?“ asked the man on the screen. He was being altogether too dramatic about the whole thing, in Sherlock’s opinion.

 "Logically, I would have to say no,” his recently-assigned partner countered.

 "Actually—" Sherlock said.

 John picked up the remote, pressed pause. Stared at him.

 "Never mind,“ Sherlock said.

 *

 "Time can’t just disappear,” said the woman on the screen. “It’s a universal invariant.”

 "No it isn’t,“ Sherlock said.

 "Shush,” John said.

 "But she read physics at university, she would know that—"

 "Sherlock,“ John said.

 *

 For some reason, the woman had decided to bathe by candlelight. She had only just begun to disrobe when something frightened her and sent her rushing through the rain into the arms of her male coworker.

 Sherlock sighed, rolled his eyes. Looked back towards the kitchen, where his microscope beckoned.

 "Just watch,” John said, through a mouthful of lo mein.

 The scene did not play out the way he’d expected.

 *

 "Another,“ he said when it was over.

 "What, really?” John’s voice was incredulous.

 He wrestled the remote out of John’s hand.

 *

 "It’s really not that easy to break into a secret government base.“

 "Er,” John said. “Yes, actually, it is. We’ve done it.”

 "We had the proper credentials.“

 "Faked credentials.”

 "Still. It wasn’t as simple as ducking under a chain link fence for God’s sake.“

 John chuckled, leaned back against the sofa cushions. At some point he had migrated closer, his arm warm where it brushed against Sherlock’s.

 "Now he’s gone and gotten himself drugged,” Sherlock protested, looking away. “That didn’t happen to me.”

 "No, it happened to me,“ John said, and swatted at him. "Arsehole.”

 "Another,“ he said, when it was over.

 *

 "I’m expected to believe that this man sleeps in a nest of newspapers and bile and emerges precisely every thirty years to consume five human livers?”

 "It’s not really so much believing as it is suspension of disbelief, yeah?“

 "No,” Sherlock said. “The dichotomy between the two main characters—”

 "Wasn’t talking about them,“ John said. His voice had grown sleepy. "Was talking about us.”

 "What, precisely, are we meant to be suspending disbelief over?“

 "The livers,” John said, gesturing vaguely towards the screen. “The bile.”

 "The lack of a romantic entanglement in spite of the clear attraction and the fact that both main characters clearly have no one else in their lives of similar importance?“

 "That too,” John said. A faint smile flickered on his face.

 *

 "Another.“

 "Sherlock, I need to go to sleep.”

 "Mm,“ Sherlock said, distracted. He slid over on the couch to give John more room. The loss of John’s warm comfortable weight against his side was jarring.

 He reached over, snatched up the throw pillow from the coffee table. Held it up for a moment, weighing his options. He thought about the warmth of John’s arm, pressed against his own, the way his chest rose and fell with each measured breath.

 He set the pillow in his lap. Waited.

 John hesitated for a long moment, studying him, his face difficult to read in the blueish light from the television screen. Then he carefully, slowly arranged himself so that his head was on the pillow, resting on Sherlock’s lap. He held himself quite stiffly, his shoulders tense, his movements unsure.

 "Suspension of disbelief,” Sherlock said. He spoke in a low, quiet voice, dipping his head down. John’s face was very close, in the dark.

 "What, exactly, are you trying to say?“ John asked. His voice was little more than a whisper. He shifted, the leather squeaking under his frame.

 "Lack of romantic entanglement in spite of clear attraction. And—” he stopped, swallowed. Could no longer bear to look at John’s profile in the dark. Turned his head towards the window. “No one else in my life of similar importance.”

 "Clear attraction?“ John asked, his voice sleepy, fond.

 "Well,” Sherlock said, his throat suddenly dry. “Yes?”

 John chuckled, shifted again, rolling over onto his side. He reached up a hand, cupped Sherlock’s cheek.

 He could not say with any certainty who moved in first. But his lips were pressed against John’s, warm and soft and utterly thrilling, sending electric shocks of sensation down his spine. His eyes slipped shut and he sighed, breath puffing against John’s face.

 "All right?“ John asked, quiet, pulling back. He no longer looked drowsy.

 Sherlock stared at him, at his eyes, gleaming bright in the television glow. At his face, expressive and endearing and so very dear to him. How? he wondered, and not for the first time. How had this happened?

 "Sherlock?” John asked again, his voice low, careful. He left his hand cradled against Sherlock’s face.

 Sherlock smiled. “Another,” he said, and leaned in.

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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Heather Benjamin (RH)

Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality.  We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.

We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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kylux fic recs

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

EMPEROR HUX:

BEN SOLO SWAYED BY THE FIRST ORDER AU:

LIGHT SIDE AU:

  • In Balance by Stargayzing, 24k / Ben Solo never left the Light. 
  • may your past be the sound by dreabean, 110k / “Heard you were looking for a transport. As it happens, I’m looking for some passengers.”
  • The Enemy Ahead by codenametargeter, 110k / To get away from the influence of his father, Hux defected from the First Order when he was 17 years old.
  • return to sender by kaeda, 40k / In which Ben Organa Solo is a bureaucrat’s nightmare, General Hux is constantly frustrated, and the two of them cannot stop flirting via holonet.
  • Ascension by plinys, 16k wip / Ben Organa-Solo has spent the last fifteen years living on Kashyyyk, hidden away from Snoke and the First Order
  • Out of the Ashes by thatviciousvixen, 29k wip / For once General Hux is in a place where life is smooth and everything is going according to plan
  • Lines on skin by saltandlimes, 138k wip / Ren has returned from training with Snoke to retake joint command of Finalizer. But something is wrong, and only the pain and control Hux is willing to give will help him find out what that is.

FORCE SENSITIVE HUX:

HUMAN AU:

PRE/POST THE FORCE AWAKENS:

SOUTHERN GOTHIC:

  • The Hanged Man by thatviciousvixen, 13k / As it turns out, being stuck with his family for the summer is the least of his worries. 
  • where we’re from, there’s no sun by shesaysbriefthings, 17k / Until a spate of brutal animal killings leave the town shaken, and the arrival of a dark, quiet, hermit-like blacksmith named Ben leaves Bren Hux reconsidering most of what he’s learned about life in his short 20 years.
  • Southern Comfort by ocktorok, 23k wip / It’s too hot outside and the people in town are weird and Hux would really just rather not be here, thank you, until a mysterious stranger appears, covered in blood and determined to shake things up.

AU’S:

  • Ex Machina In Tenebris by sual, 11k wip / droid hux / Kylo Ren and General Hux are both Snoke’s creations. In Hux’s case, it’s only slightly more literal.
  • Here Comes Your Man by hollycomb, 42k / arranged marriage / At twenty-two years of age, the only son of Brendol the Fierce is married to the son of Queen Organa. 
  • Destiny by silversolitaire, 51k wip / arkanis academy au /  Following the orders of his Master, young Kylo Ren infiltrates a First Order academy
  • Idols and Dead Men by Sath, 62k wip / senator au / After the truth about Kylo Ren’s heritage is revealed to the galaxy, Snoke commands his apprentice to destroy the New Republic from within. Ren finds an unexpected ally in General Hux.
  • A Vision by Vivian, 50k wip / darth vader lives au /  Vader has survived. With him is Kylo Ren. They operate as leaders of the First Order alongside General Hux. Power shifts. Tension ensues.
  • Political Warfare by Letummordre, 15k / senator au, arranged marriage / Ben Organa-Solo is a Senator of the New Republic, as well as a Jedi-Knight. General Hux is arranged as his husband to solidify the uneasy ceasefire between the New Republic and the First Order into an albeit shaky alliance.
  • Roughing It by Flyting, 21k wip / survival au / If anyone had asked Hux to describe ‘hell’, being stranded on a backwater planet with Kylo-fucking-Ren would have come pretty close to the mark. 
First time loving you - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW)

#10. Making love for the first time. I hope you’ll like it, really, because lately I’ve been feeling a bit insecure about my writings (for no reason really but the fact that I really lack confidence) so…Yeah, and fuck it’s quite long… Oh and, WARNING NSFW and language I guess : 

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As he felt your naked body curled against him, it hit him like a tsunami. Right in the face. A gigantic wave of feels.  Everything made sense all of a sudden, and his mind was clearer than ever. Of course, it was so simple, and yet, it took him ages to realize it…He was in love with you. 

The sheer simplicity of his realization made him chuckle, and he held his breath, afraid he’d wake you up…But no, you were deeply asleep. Your head on his chest, an arm around his waist while the other was resting lazily across his chest. One of your leg was splayed across his own legs, his hands were on the small of back, caressing up and down lovingly. Yes, you didn’t hear his chuckle, you were in a deep slumber. 

You were too tired from last night…Oh my god last night. 

Last night, Logan spent the most fantastic night he ever had in his long life. 

Last night, you and him made love for the first time. 

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Anan extended voice actor interview – Sakurai Takahiro, Nakamura Yuichi and Kamiya Hiroshi

How do you feel now that the recording has finished? 

Sakurai: To be honest, I didn’t really feel “It’s over. I’m so sad” that much… lol.

Kamiya: Not really, lol.

Nakamura: Hehehe. 

Sakurai: Of course, receiving the script and then the recordings themselves were really enjoyable, and it’s unfortunate that we won’t be able to spend time doing that any more, but it’s a little different than feeling sad. It’s similar to the feeling you get after a festival has ended, maybe? 

Nakamura: Ah, you’re probably right there, it’s the feeling of having returned to reality. We were burning so brightly. When the recording had only just started, as we were saying the lines we said “This  anime is kind of funny, regardless of whether or not it will be accepted by the general public,” but in the end it got an even bigger reaction than we’d expected. 

Kamiya: I thought that perhaps people who didn’t know about it might think, “Is this a serious anime?”… lol. For people who have yet to see it, please keep in mind that it’s a gag anime, lol.

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So helloooo my amazing fellow Taylor Swift loving sunshines!
My name is Lucy, I’m sixteen and for those of you who don’t know, I was on the Voice Australia this year! This is so long, but it would mean the world to me if you could read it.

I just want to take this moment to thank you all for being so wonderful to and supportive of me always and throughout my time on the show. Thank you for the messages, the words of kindness and the love. You guys freaking rock and I am so lucky to be a part of THE BEST FANDOM ever.

I found out the hard way that being in the spotlight is very difficult. I assume we all kind of think being a celebrity must be hard, but I got a minor taste of what it’s like and it was one of the most difficult times of my life. It was life changing, exciting, I got to do some super cool things and experience priceless and beautiful moments in both my music and personal life (music and personal blend for me anyway!). But I was also under constant barrage of hate comments. You know, people would say horrible things about me, my family and performances on the show. The performances bit I totally got- my singing in the live shows was easily the worst I’ve ever performed. I can’t really blame anyone except myself because I believe regardless of what song you’re given, it’s your job to make it a great performance. Maybe it was because I was more of a songwriter than a singer. My mental health deteriorated quite a bit. It was hard knowing that I more than likely was going to get hundreds of nasty messages and humiliate myself in front of millions, regardless of what I did in my performance. One of my old best friends, whom I actually met Taylor with, joined in with the nasty comments. Even her new best friend and her best friend’s mum started commenting stuff all the time. It was so heartbreaking. I literally do not know how you do it Taylor, but I have so much respect and love for your beautiful strength.

And it made me stronger. It also made me realise that music is exactly what I want to do. Despite the hardships, I still was so excited to go to every rehearsal and sing with the Voice band and dance around on stage. I was excited to play with the arrangements of the covers the producers got me to sing. And Taylor, if you’re reading this, I just want you to know that you played a huge part in getting me through everything that happened this year. Because seeing you pick yourself up and be the best version of you in the face of your hardships meant I was motivated to pick myself up as well. And keep working hard and smart, just as you do Taylor. You are just so incredible to have as a role model and inspiration.

You were the reason I picked up a guitar and started this musical journey. Breathe was actually the first song I ever learnt on guitar and I would play nearly every song from Fearless when I started busking at 9 years old. As I kid, I honestly didn’t realise you could really make a career from being a musician and a songwriter until I saw your passion and success with Fearless as a young woman. Seeing a young girl kicking ass set off this lightbulb in my head and here I am. Your music has been a soundtrack to my life. Each album has accompanied different eras of my life and I could not thank you enough. Your songs are the ones I always go back to and fall more in love with every time I hear them. Every time the online hate from the Voice got really hard, I’d get back to the hotel apartment room and blast your albums and have a dance party in the kitchen and everything would be ok. Thank you for writing beautiful lyrics, melodies and making me feel so much. Thank you for inspiring my own musical creations.

And because you inspired me to pick up my guitar and follow my ridiculous, naive and wild dream, life has gotten so incredibly wonderful. I wouldn’t change anything about this year. Taylor, because of you, I’m now a signed recording artist with Universal Music and UMPG. I’m doing my first headline show in my home city, Canberra, and we’re on the way to a sell out. I freaking did a TEDx Talk performing songs I wrote. I get to do my own gigs at events and festivals nearly every weekend. I cannot thank you enough for being there and inspiring young girls like myself to get out there, work hard and achieve their dreams. I cannot thank you enough for inspiring me and being there for me. My gosh, I’m literally crying of happiness writing this because 7 year old decided she was going to love Taylor Swift and chose an incredible person to look up to. You freaking rock Taylor. This is such a ramble. But thank you for everything. I LOVE YOU GIRL!!!!!

Love from,
Lucy xo

PS. @taylorswift hiiiii ❤️❤️

don’t make me over

Kurt thinks today will just be an average day; he’ll go to work, he’ll pine for his friend-with-benefits Blaine (who he desperately wants to become more), and he’ll remind his boss for the millionth time that he doesn’t want to be set up with her son. It goes pretty much as he expects… well, sort of.

Written for @prompt-a-klainefic‘s Klaine Prompt Reversebang! This fic is based on this amazing piece of art by @quizasvivamos based on this prompt. A big thanks to the artist, who not only made this amazing art, but also made some follow up art based on the story, AND put up with my obnoxious emails about the fic. Also, thanks to teach for looking this fic over :) Hope you all enjoy <3

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Kurt’s alarm blares at 6:45AM, as it does every weekday morning. He sits up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face.

As he gets his bearings, sleep-fog clearing, he happens to catch sight of a head of dark curls pressed into a pillow, connected to some of the nicest shoulders he’s ever seen. He stares for a moment, then looks around.

Oh, fuck.

He jumps out of bed, which makes Blaine groan, arms curling around his pillow.

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Baby Barnes - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant with Bucky’s child, and she’s scared shitless of telling him. 

This is part of some sort of a serie I write, where the reader is afraid to say she’s pregnant to her s/o basically. Here’s the one for Cap’ : Baby Rogers, for Wolverine : Baby Logan, and for Batman : Baby Wayne. For some reason, Bucky was the most difficult to write about…hope you’ll still like it :

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Pregnant. You were pregnant. That’s what the two little vertical lines meant. Positive. Fuck. What the Hell were you gonna do ? 

You toss the test in the corner of your bathroom, and it joins the twenty other test you took. You know, just to be sure…What the Hell were you gonna do ? 

How were you going to tell Bucky ? 

Ever since Iron Man discovered your boyfriend killed his mother (it wasn’t his fault, he was brainwashed !), and ever since the government decided to control superheroes more, ending the already fragile friendship between Steve and Tony…You and Bucky never stayed in the same place for long. 

You had been in Helsinki, Finland, for already two weeks, and that was already a miracle…you usually never stayed at one place more than a few days. 

This wasn’t a life for a baby, always on the run, never able to stay in the same place for long etc etc…and yet, you wanted it. You wanted it so bad. Because you craved for a (somewhat) normal life with Bucky. For a time where you wouldn’t have to move so much. Of course, things would never be easy, Bucky had some massive PTSD but…Was it too much to ask to not be chased all the time ? It was probably. 

When you started to get serious with Bucky, you knew what you were getting into…he even warned you, and tried to push you away. And yet you stayed. 

You were sitting in the bathroom, trying to fight your tears…Crying wasn’t going to help. You knew you couldn’t keep that baby. You’ll just have to…

-(Y/N) ? Bucky ? Anyone’s home ? 

Steve. That was Steve’s voice. You finally left the bathroom to go meet with your friends. 

-It’s hardly “home” Cap’, you know.

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A PIRATE’S LIFE (1)

Pairing/Characters: Loki x Reader!Stark.

Guest Apperances: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Heimdall, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins. 

Summary: This tale follows the quest of pirate captain Loki Laufeyson, a savvy pirate and Bucky Barnes, a resourceful blacksmith, in their search for reader, (Y/N) Stark. A feared pirate has kidnapped reader, the daughter of the governor. Little do they know, that he along with his crew has been cursed. Doomed for eternity to neither live nor die, unless a blood sacrifice is made.

Word Count: 984. 

Warnings: Piracy, kidnapping, violence, murder, love triangle, language. 

A/N: This is my entry for the always wonderfull, amazing and talented @tatortot2701 AU challenge. My prompt was: “Prison was made for people like you.” It will appear later in the story, i promise. But not for the first chapters.  Thank you for having me! 

I chose to make this a Pirate AU. I hope you like it. This fic will jump between different  POV’s but you will understand who’s it is as you read. 

This fic will update every Friday. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always loved, you’ll make my day! 

Based on Pirates of the Caribbean: The curse of the Black Pearl. (because i have no imagination)

Graphic is mine.

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Tumblr Prompt ( Jung Kook x OC)

For flower anon : 

Prompt : 

arranged marriage with jungkook, oc willing to be a loyal wife, jk does not because he’s still dating his gf from before marriage and he doesn’t even hide it. plans to get a divorce from oc soon but gets upset when oc gets comfortable/close with a guy friend from work. then he decides to be an asshole by telling oc that she’s married and that she should be loyal and not fucking around — 🌻

i know this sounds like every fic i write, but i’ll try to make it a little different and maybe a little funny and fluffy instead of too angsty……Also this one will have a happy ending because my bunny. 

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 Jung kook stood in the middle of the apartment, the air thick with silence. the absence of his wife somehow louder than anything else he’d ever heard in his life. He was used to stepping in and just having her scent and her aura hit him in the face. He was used to seeing her and feeling her  in every single square foot of the house and he stood still, heart pounding dully in his chest as he tried to take in what he was seeing. Her clothes were gone . Her things were gone. Her make up things were gone. The blow dryer in the bathroom was gone. The extra towel was gone. The coffee mug with her zodiac on it, was gone. every little part of her, that she had left on this place in the past year was gone. 

Except one: the part of her that she had left inside him. the part of her that had clawed its way into his heart and taken residence there. The part that now ached like something fierce. 

He stared at the letter in his hand. 


Dear Ex- Husband , 

i feel like there’s something wrong about calling you my ex-husband when we are still,married on paper. I say on paper, because that was the only place our marriage existed : on paper.

 it wasn’t real anywhere else. 

it wasn’t real on the magazine covers that always carried pictures of you and your supermodel girlfriend, it wasn’t real on the tabloids who took great pleasure in dissecting every aspect of me : physical and otherwise just to type pages and pages of reasons why i did not belong with the beautiful, talented jeon jung kook. And it certainly wasn’t real in the confines of our home which was never ours because you were never there .

 it was never real on our marriage bed which only ever had one occupant : a lonely young girl who was being punished for a crime she didn’t commit. 

But i guess it doesn’t matter . in exactly 72 hours, it will stop being real even on paper.

in 72 hours , it’s going to come to an end. 

In 72 hours, we’re going to divorce. 

I’m not bitter, jung kook-ah. i’m really not, trust me. i knew when i married you that this was the deal. i knew that you would be upset , being forced to marry me because of some shares that held no meaning to you at all and forgive me , but at the time i had no way of stopping the events that followed. i was unemployed, in danger of becoming destitute and i was greedy. i just selfishly thought that having the Jeon name would grant me some sort of edge when i interviewed for jobs and such. and i think it did : i got my job after all. 

But i wonder if it was ever even worth it . 

I think about the time when we first met : those first few weeks. You were honest , brutally so . and you told me the truth : You had a girlfriend. you had no intention of giving her up. I thought it was funny , not going to lie. i thought it was funny that an actor like you, who could have any woman on the planet : wanted to so strongly defend his relationship with a girl. I found it funny but endearing. i thought she was lucky to have a man like you loving her because , love these days , it seldom bends and often just breaks, you know? But apparently, not jeon Jung Kook’s love. You wanted to protect your love. You wanted to protect her. 

I respected that. i really did. But unfortunately, i also did something very foolish : i respected you. 

I respected the fact that you were, somehow different from all the men who i had met. men who had always taken things from me and used me and then when it became difficult, tossed me aside. I respected you and i think , over time that respect turned into something else : Something scary and frightening.

Something very dangerous. 

And for the next six months , i got front side tickets to the most publicized and media covered love story in the country: The nations power couple : the nation’s sweethearts .

it was perhaps petty of me but i really did wish you didn’t love her as much as you did. And i wished you didn’t make it so obvious. i watched you watch her and there was always this sparkle in your eye, a sort of disbelieving happiness, like you were still in shock that someone so beautiful was with you and that was something i could never give you. So i didn’t even deserve to feel those pangs of jealousy that threatened to materialize. 

i saw you cook dinners for her, plan impromptu picnics for her and i saw you cherish her in ways that i could never even put into words. 

i think , it was about six months into our marriage. you came home with Lisa , drunk. i think it was a mistake on your part and a deliberate move on her part but let’s not go into the semantics . 

And well,I think that’s the night i realized how badly i’d failed at keeping myself safe. That somehow , watching you protect your love , i’d failed to protect my own heart. 

so, now, 72 hours before our marriage ends : i think i should tell you this. 

after spending an year , watching you leave me every day, every morning and every second , i deserve this much. 

I deserve to leave this marriage first. 

Good bye,

Always,
Y/N. 

 Jung kook felt his fingers shake as he carefully folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket. Fuck, he couldn’t let her go. not like this. He had to find her. He had to get her back. 

And he had exactly 72 hours to do it. 

One Night is Enough for Now [Soryu Oh x Reader] KBTBB

Requested by @ carinecaldre69 Where Soryu and the MC have been struggling to spend time together so the bidders help them out, sorry t took so long and enjoy!

“Can I have the bill please?”

“Was something unsatisfactory Miss?” The waitress questioned in concern. Shaking your head, you pushed the empty wine glass away from you and lowering your eyes.

“No, it’s just that this was meant to be a date so…” You trailed off. This had been happening far too often recently, this was the sixth date that hand been cancelled at the last minute, this time the two of you both made it to the restaurant, but just as you’d ordered your starters he’d had a phone call and had to rush back to the office to fix a problem Inui had caused. Left alone, you had cancelled the starters and just sat sipping on the wine until the glass was empty. The waitress looked at you with sympathy, nodding and scurrying off to get the bill. Resting your forehead on the table, you thought back on the past few dates. Work call after work call, emergencies with the Ice Dragon, high status guests that came unannounced that you were called in to cater to, increasing your workload and shift time immensely. No matter how much planning you did, it never worked and something always got in the way.

“Miss, the drinks have already been paid for.” Pulling your head from the table, you gave a slow nod, standing and giving her a weak smile, you made your way out of the restaurant, you hailed a cab back to your apartment, only managing to summon the energy to eat a quickly made sandwich and fall into bed, groaning with the knowledge that another date was ruined and that you had to be in work early tomorrow.

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Entering the park, you strip away the layers of your vision.

Gone is the default public layer which would tell you where you are, what time it is, what the weather is going to be, where to walk to best avoid crowds. Gone is the layer provided by the park specifically, which would attach to each bird and tree a label indicating its species and providing various fun facts, and which would show you the history of each bench and sculpture. Gone are the social media layers giving windows into the lives of your friends, gone are the couple of augmented reality games that are normally an ambient presence in your life. You keep on an emergency layer, so that if someone needs to contact you or there’s a disaster, you’ll know. But otherwise reality is stripped down to its bottom layer, the shared physical world you can’t choose to opt out of.

You sit down on a bench. Nearby, on what used to be a basketball court, a group of teenagers is playing a game. With all your layers off, you can only see half of what’s going on: You can see the players running around, but not the game world which coordinates and motivates their actions. Judging by their yelling and their gestures, you infer that they’re working together to defeat some large monster by casting spells at it.

One of the kids crouches and then jumps eight feet straight into the air. You’re not old, but you’re old enough that this seems strange, all these human bodies doing things that human bodies can’t do. It’s often said that such augmentations are improvements on evolution’s work (the less blasphemous cousin of an older boast) but you know that that’s not really true. Modified bodies like the child’s consume more calories and are more damage-prone. In an environment like the one their ancestors evolved in, they would probably have starved to death or been immobilized by injury. Now, food is plentiful and deadly injuries are rare, so such concerns are less of an issue. It’s not that augmented bodies are better than unmodified ones in an objective sense, just that they’re optimized for a drastically different world.

For all the yelling of the children and chirping of the birds, there’s a certain quietness to the world stripped bare of its extraneous layers. Watching a small flock of birds peck at birdseed someone scattered in the grass before you arrived, there’s a certain… You don’t want to say realness: You know better than to pretend that the things that happen in the other layers are unreal, and you’ve only recently kicked the habit of calling the base layer “the real world”. You don’t want to say authenticity: You’re pretty sure those are starlings, you know the whole stupid story of how they came to be in North America, and there’s nothing authentic about it. But there’s a concreteness, at least, in knowing that those birds exist for everyone in the park, and not just for you.

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죄라 (4)

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Angst

Summary: “How do you antifreeze?” “How?” “Steal her blanket”

Author’s Note: Spoiler; it is a little bit of a pun fest, and I refuse to apologise for it. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Gakuen Bungou Stray Dogs 2017 Character Profile and Q&A

i’m so excited for this new anime! the visuals look great and i can’t wait uwu

(i’m not an active part of bungou fandom, but i saw this on twitter and i decided to try my hand at it! also can someone please let this grandma know how to put this all under a read more, that would be much appreciated)

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Our spring is still young and a little painful! The return of Bungou Seishun Graffitti! 

Nakajima Atsushi
A very normal high school student except for the fact that his white hair stands out. He became a member of the Armed School Council (as an assistant) due to certain reasons and helps solve fights at school. According to Dazai, he’s “a man of love and justice”.

Dazai Osamu
A mysterious young man who’s tall and has disheveled hair. He’s the secretary of the Armed Student Council, but never does any paperwork. His hobby is committing suicide. Because he keeps going in and out of the hospital, his real age is unknown.

Oda Sakunosuke
A student teacher who was assigned to the school. It seems like he’s acquainted with Dazai, but the details are a mystery. His usual breakfast is Canadian bacon and scrambled eggs. His favorite food is mixed curry.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
Known as “Prince of the Infirmary”. He wears a frilly piece of cloth around his neck, but even he doesn’t know what it’s called. Since he coughs often, he’s frequently in the infirmary.

Nakahara Chuuya
A delinquent transfer student who wears a black hat and knows about Dazai’s past. His hat was confiscated on the first day of his transfer because it was against the school’s dress code. Short.

Sakaguchi Ango
A prefect who’s trademark is his glasses. He doubts if Atsushi’s white hair is natural. Known as “Professor[-like] Glasses”.

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Question 1 - Please introduce yourself.

Atsushi: My name is Nakajima Atsushi. Other than the fact that my white hair stands out, I’m just another normal high schooler. I became a member of the Armed Student Council because of certain reasons. My favorite food is chazuke! Being alive is such a wonderful thing. It’s another new day after you sleep and wake up, and you get to eat! 

… Um, my hair is actually natural?

Dazai: Introduce myself? A self introduction… what do you want to know about me? My name? It’s Dazai Osamu. I’m the secretary of the Armed Student Council, though paperwork is rather annoying. I spend my days looking for good ways to commit suicide. Since I’m always in and out of the hospital, I’ve had to repeat the school year for a number of times… 

Hmm? What is it? So… you’re curious about my age. I’ll leave that to your imagination.

Akutagawa: I am Akutagawa. I am a mere high school student who learns at school and lives on the streets. I suffer from a respiratorial disease, so I unwittingly spend half of my time at the school infirmary. I know more about the arrangement of the medicine cabinet than the school nurse. I am greatly troubled by the fact that someone has started calling me by the nickname “Prince of the Infirmary”. I would like to ruthlessly get rid of useless hindrances and people who create needless havoc, but at this point in time there are no such people for me to get rid of at school.

… That frilly thing on my lapel? I know not of it’s name.

Chuuya: Aa? Why the hell do I have to introduce myself. It’s damn annoying. 

… Ugh! Fine! I just gotta do it, right?! I’m Nakahara Chuuya. It pains me to say this, but I have something like an unfortunate acquintance with that asshole Dazai. That hat that I like… is at home right now. Like hell I’m letting the school confiscate it because it goes against the dress code!

My height…? If you treasure your life then you sure as hell better not say any more than that.

Ango: I’m Sakaguchi Ango from Class 3B. My height is 178cm, and my weight is 62kg. I am currently appointed as a school prefect. It seems like the recent transfer student has a very striking hair color. He claims that it’s natural, but whether or not that’s true…

Pardon me? … Wait, this is a mole. It’s not dirt.

Odasaku: A self-introduction? My name’s Oda Sakunosuke. My friends call me Odasaku. I’ve been assigned to this school as a student teacher, and I teach Literature. I don’t think it’s anything particularly worth mentioning… Is this enough [for a self-introduction]? Ah right, I eat curry rice three times a week. It’s not that I like it specifically, it’s just a habit of mine. The curry rice that I eat has vegtables that would melt in your mouth and beef tendon that’s been stir-fried with garlic. It tastes light. I cook that with an excellent blend of spices, then mix it all up with a lot of rice. I eat it with eggs and sauce.

… Hmm? Dazai? Dazai is… 

Aa, sorry looks like it’s time for the staff meeting. We’ll talk more about that later.

Question 2 - Tell us your favorite class.

Atsushi: My best subject is Physical Education! Today we had a joint-PE class with Dazai-san and the others, but Akutagawa had to leave for the infirmary in the middle, and Nakahara-san picked a fight with Dazai-san, then Dazai-san disappeared all of a sudden… It’s a pity it didn’t seem like a Physical Education class anymore. It’d be great if I could do sports properly next time…

My favorite subject is probably Literature. I don’t really understand some of the more difficult things, but I’m happy that I get to read a lot of books!

Dazai: I don’t particularly like class. I already know these things without having to be taught, so why do I have to go out of my way to be locked up in a small room just for that. It’s not even a good way to kill time. Especially Physical Education, since it’s still so cold during this time of the year that I’d rather sleep in the infirmary. But Akutagawa-kun’s there in the infirmary… and Yosano-sensei would find out that I’m skipping class. Kunikida-kun would start nagging at me too.

But during joint-PE class today I passed by Odasaku. That wasn’t bad.

Akutagawa: Due to the fact that I spend half of the school year in the infirmary, I lack enough information to form a proper opinion of my likes and dislikes of the classes. In general, I don’t dislike any of the classes. Though I’m rather stumped over the calculation of definite integrals [in mathematics], I’m satisfied with the classes overall. 

I would like to join swimming classes once.

Chuuya: … Class? Not interested. It’s just that I can’t stand to be worse than that asshole Dazai. Even though that jerk’s literally just a bandage attachment, his brains piss me off…

That’s why it’s not a matter of liking or disliking it. This is a showdown between me and Dazai. And if it’s a fight then there’s no way I’m falling behind. That’s all there is to it.

Ango: I don’t really understand the point of this question. To like or dislike it, I’ve never thought of class from that point of view. It’s because class is something you’re always supposed to attend. It’d be troublesome to constantly skip class the way Dazai does. Ah yes… to be good or bad at it, if it’s from that perspective then I understand. Anyone would have a tendency to score well or score badly in particular subjects.

Naturally I don’t have any subjects that I’m bad at.

Odasaku: My favorite class? I’ve never thought about it. I don’t decide to do things based on whether I like something or not. For most things in general at least. I’m a teacher, and since teaching is a job where it’s required for me to conduct classes, then that applies even more. If we’re just talking about likes and dislikes, then I don’t dislike my job as a teacher. Though I don’t look like it.

Speaking of, I passed by Dazai on campus today. It seemed like he’s actually attending class for once, though I wonder how long he intends on staying a high schooler.

Question 3 - Please tell us what you had for dinner tonight.

Atsushi: I had chicken chazuke today! Umeboshi topped with shredded nori, and also yesterday’s leftover chicken. When you take a bite of that together with hot soup and the little strips of konbu floating on top… that’s the best! Every day I get to eat, go to school, and work for the Armed Student Council even though it’s a little tough. I’ll work hard tomorrow as well!

Ah… um, I really have to go talk to Sakaguchi-san… He probably won’t believe me even if I tell him that my hair’s natural. I’ll go ask Dazai-san for advice…

Dazai: Hm…. How annoying. If Odasaku’s there then I’ll have to properly go to school, so I might as well go to sleep. But I’m hungry… But since we had Physical Education today I’m exhausted… And I hate having to boil water. I want my food to come to me…

Hey fooooood – cooooooome –

Akutagawa: Western-style food. I designed a menu that considers nuitritional value and prioritizes nourishment to the respiratorial system. However, as I do not have a large appetite, I do not consume very much.

I hate mikans, but I occasionally crave some after meals.

Chuuya: Boiled spinach with mitsuba and miso soup. The ingredients [for the miso soup] are tofu and green onion. And grilled fish. And rice. Then I might as well make the side dishes for tomorrow’s bento. That fucking Dazai always steals from my bento…

I’ll definitely make him cry tomorrow.

Ango: Since I have to prepare the paperwork that’s due for submission, I don’t really have time to cook. When this happens I eat energy bars that I bought from the drugstore with other nuitritional suppliments… 

Haa… I’d like to have a warm meal.

Also, Nakajima Atsushi-kun. Let’s have a proper talk tomorrow.

Odasaku: I was gonna go with curry but I’ve already had that yesterday. I made nikujaga today. I was thinking about things while making it so I made a bit too much. There are a lot of things to think about in this world, and whatever you think about wouldn’t necessarily come to a good conclusion. Since it can’t be helped, I brought the extras to Dazai’s place. He probably thought that preparing a meal was too troublesome and was rolling around on his bed anyway. Dazai’s been living next door for a while now. Hopefully he found the food before it got cold.

I’ll see you tomorrow then. Don’t be late because you stayed up all night.

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if you thought akutagawa’s answers sound weird, it was deliberate because he is literally an old man and hey, it’s april fool’s. hope y’all enjoyed this and lmk if i messed up anything o/

Arrangement (Jimin)

Genre: Angst

Word Count:1,426

Summary: Jimin has been dating you for years, when he suddenly is confirmed dating another idol, it lots of heart break.

A/n: I really hope you enjoyed reading it!~J

Part one//part two//part three//part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Eight


Jimin and you have been dating even before he debut, you had been there for him when he started his trainee days and even when he became big. But the problem was that Bighit didn’t want to let the fans know about this relationship, since it would ruin his ‘image.’ You of course obliged since it was best for Jimin to work on his music, of course Bighit would let Jimin live with you during the weekends, so that was when you saw him. One night you decided to scroll down twitter, seeing if there was anything big circling around. That’s when you stumbled across an article, with big, bold letters.

‘Jimin and Sunhee are now officially dating’

There were millions of fans, supporting this and you were happy to see how supportive they were. Yet you were upset, Jimin never mentioned anything about this. What made it worse was that he wouldn’t answer any of your calls or text, you trusted Jimin and knew he would never cheat on you, but the bold letters seemed to get to you. You waited ever so patiently for the weekend to get some answers, but during the week the cute ‘couple’ would post pictures all over twitter. You knew Jimin would never forget about you, yet there were still no text messages back.


The weekend finally arrived and Jimin was at the door with his luggage, he smiled at you, giving you a peck on the check before placing his luggage down to give you a proper kiss and hug.

“I miss you so much,” Jimin says.

“Clearly.” You say bitterly.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks.

“What do you mean what’s wrong? You wanna tell me why everyone thinks you’re dating Sunhee?” You ask him.

“Look Y/n, it wasn’t my idea, the company thought it would be best for me to date someone to make us bigger,” Jimin says.

“Yeah, but why haven’t you been replying to my text messages or calls?” You ask him.

“I’ve been busy with practice and pretending to date someone,” Jimin says.

“What’s so hard to take five seconds out of your life to text a hi or a hello?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Look can we not talk about this? It’s our weekend together, let’s be happy. You’re the one I love, not her, okay?” Jimin says, giving you a big hug.

The whole night was a little better, Jimin and you watched a movie before going to bed. You knew he was trying to fit you into his busy schedule, but you had a busy schedule too, yet you always had time. Sunday was worse, Jimin had to go to the coffee shop with Sunhee, for their ‘fake date’ you wish Bighit wouldn’t schedule his fake dates on the days he was supposed to be with you. You checked twitter again seeing his post with her, they took a picture of themselves kissing each other. The caption was a heart, you were furious if it was going to be a fake relationship he didn’t have to kiss her.

When Jimin would come home, he acted as if you were okay with it. You doubt he would be fine with you fake dating someone, but you weren’t going to make him feel bad for dating Sunhee. No matter how much it hurt you, you knew that BTS meant the world to Jimin and you were not going to interfere with his dreams. You loved Jimin, and you knew that Jimin would never cheat on you intentionally.


The next weekend was challenging since you only had two days with him, it was difficult since he would always go on his fake dates the days you were supposed to spend time with him. You sat at the dinner table waiting for Jimin to come home for dinner, the once steaming hot plate of dinner became cold as ice. You decided not to wait up for him, heating your plate up you ate alone, again. You wished that this arrangement would end, but you knew it wouldn’t as long as it got BTS publicity, it would keep on happening.

And the next weekend Jimin didn’t show up, you assumed he probably forgot so you went to the boy’s dorm to figure out why he was still there. You knocked on the door, to see a confused Jungkook at the door.

“Hey Kookie, can you get Jimin for me he was supposed to meet me at our house for the weekend.” You tell him smiling.

“Noona, what do you mean Jimin’s not with you? He left the house an hour ago to go to your house.” Jungkook asks confused.

“What do you mean? He’s not at the house.” You say, now very concerned.

You got back home checking your twitter, seeing a post from Sunhee’s twitter. Jimin was in it and they were at a house, you assumed it was her’s since her caption was ‘boyfriend is staying over for the weekend’ You were furious, he blew your weekend off with him to stay at her house. You knew he had to make it sound as real as possible, but this was crossing the line. You had to go talk to Bighit about it. 


The next day, you went straight to the building, you went to go talk to their manager.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” The manager asks.

“I came to discuss about Jimin and Sunhee’s relationship.” You say.

“Oh yeah, quiet the couple aren’t they?” The manager smiles.

“Yeah, except Jimin should be able to see me on the weekends, that was our deal.” You tell him.

“What do you mean? Jimin told me you two broke up” The manager says confused.

“What do you mean broke up? We’re still dating” You tell him.

“Y/n, the only reason we released the dating article, it’s because Jimin is actually dating Sunhee.” The manager says “we would never make him date someone for publicity when he’s already dating someone.”

You were now furious, you couldn’t believe Jimin was cheating on you. He used the fake idol dating thing to get away with it, no wonder he was always gone he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend. You stormed into the practice room, seeing Jimin practising with everyone. After their dance practice, Jungkook gave you a big hug.

“Noona, you came to watch us practice!” Jungkook smiles.

“Yeah,” You say, before heading towards Jimin.

“You wanna tell me what’s actually going on?” You ask him, arms crossed foot tapping.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks confused.

“I just had a talk with your manager, and you know what he told me? He told me he never made you date Sunhee, he told me you told him you broke up with me.” You yell at him, catching the attention from the boys.

“Y/n, he’s only saying that to make the company look less bad, would I ever lie to you?” Jimin asks.

“Jimin, I’m so done with your-” You say before looking at Jungkook “Jungkook cover your ears.” 

Jungkook followed your instructions, covering his ears.

“I’m so done with your bullshit, we all know you’ve been cheating on me” You shout.

“Y/n, what was I suppose to do? I couldn’t see you ever since I wasn’t allowed to be official with you.” Jimin says.

“So you lied to your manager? Not only did you lie to him, you lied to me as well as cheated on me.” You say.

“I mean if you want to believe my manager over me, go ahead” Jimin glares.

“Okay let’s ask your group members, how many of you knew he was cheating on me?” You ask them, seeing the display of hands, all of the members rose their hands, looking down.

“Y/n, you can leave me but just remember when I become big you’ll regret it,” Jimin says.

“I don’t think you realised this, but I dated you even before you could be scouted to big hit, I didn’t do it for the fame I dated you cause I loved you.” You say.

“Noona, you’re not going to stop visiting us right?” Jungkook asks.

“Of course not, I’ll visit you Jungkook and all of the group, I’ll still support you guys no matter what.” You smile at Jungkook.

You said your goodbyes to everyone, and walked out of the practice room, Yoongi finally spoke up.

“You realise, Y/n always had your back and you’re never going to get her back,” Yoongi says.

“So what? I don’t need her” Jimin says.

Hold My Hand-Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot

Summary: (Y/N) is a S.H.I.E.LD agent who in a recent mission lost her hand. She is very insecure about it and gets frustrated over the little things she can no longer do. Bucky sees her displeasure, in a random act of kindness he teaches her that it’s ok to have a prosthetic limb.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sadness, talk of self hatred, arguing, mentions of torture and violence but fluff along the way


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‘Come on, just grab it, your ID is right there!’

Fumbling around in my bag, I could feel the line of people behind me growing as they impatiently waited for me to pick up my S.H.I.E.L.D ID card. I still wasn’t used to this. My left had was no longer there. For now there was just a stump until S.H.I.E.L.D finished making my robotic one.

“Do you need some help ma'am?” the security guard asked me.

Giving up, I shamefully nodded. He grabbed it for me, scanning it before giving it back. As soon as I took it, I sprinted towards the elavator, not wanting to face the embarrassment. This was my first day back after the mission that got my left hand cut off. I wanted everything back to normal, this was the way to do it. Stepping off on my floor, I rushed to my office, collapsing into my desk chair.

'Just get on with your work, it will all be fine soon.’

To log into my computer I had to scan my fingerprint. Subconsciously I reached out with my left arm, only to pull it back when I realised I couldn’t use it. Sighing, I placed my right thumb on the scanner, watching as the computer screen loaded. I was like a secretary, filing things and documenting them. This meant I had a very high level here. I had access to a lot of important information, hence why I was kidnapped and tortured by HYDRA.

'Let’s start with typing up the minutes from those meetings, something nice and easy.’

Setting up everything was fine until came to typing, I was stuck. Of course I could still use my right hand to type but it was going to take even longer to get all my work done. One of the advantages I had was typing quickly and efficiently (exciting, I know). What was I supposed to do now?

'What about writing? I could just write stuff down instead.’

Again, without thinking I reached for a pen with my writing hand which happened to not be there anymore. That was the point where I wanted to break down, scream and trash the place. I probably couldn’t even do that properly.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Fury’s voice came through in the phone,“I need you to bring me the files on the HYDRA agents we captured last week. Another agent placed them in the filing room but I need you to retrieve them.”

I answered immediately.“Yes sir, I’ll be there right away.”

Yes I still had my right hand and the rest of my left arm, however it was still incredibly difficult adjusting to it. People don’t realize how much we rely on hands, I think if I even lost a finger I would be disoriented. Luckily I was able to grab the files, without much hassle before heading to Fury’s office. Knocking on the floor with my foot, I heard him call me in but I then had the problem opening the door as my hand was preoccupied. It startled me when the door opened, revealing Steve Rogers behind it.

I blushed harshly as I walked in.“Thank you.”

Walking to Fury’s desk I spotted Bucky Barnes sat in a seat also. This was embarrassing, I hated people I didn’t know seeing my non-existent hand. As I placed the folders on Fury’s desk, I caught him staring at it. He of all people should know how self conscious you get when something like this happens to you.

“Do you need anything else sir?” I asked Fury who was sat down.

“Yes, please take a seat.” he gestured behind me.

Hesitantly I did as I was told, sitting across from the two super soldiers. This was making me nervous, what on earth could they want from me?

“Gentlemen, this is Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m sure you know who these guys are.” Fury introduced us.“Agent (Y/L/N) was the one who was captured by HYDRA and who they wanted to get information from.”

“I’m very sorry for what happened to you.” the captain said to me.

Bucky nodded his head in agreement.

I stuttered, still not sure why wanted me.“T-thank you.”

Fury spoke again.“Agent (Y/L/N), I know we questioned you straight after the incident, but we were hoping for some more insight. We think we found the guys who did this to you, they may be part of a bigger picture. These two men are in charge of taking them down. If you aren’t too uncomfortable with it, we would like to interview you again.”

“Yes.” I blurted out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to think about it?”

“I….they need to be caught. They could be doing the same thing they did to me to others around the world. We need to stop them.”

Fury slightly smiled.“Alright, if you’re sure. We’ll send someone down later to arrange the time and place. You are dismissed.”

I stood up.“Thank you sir, gentlemen.”

It had been an hour since the small meeting. Returning to my office I began typing up what needed to be, deciding that I should just get on with it. My mind kept wandering back to Bucky and his arm. He too was given that by HYDRA, though for very different reasons. He still went through pain and torture.

'I wonder if he’s come to terms with it or whether he’s waiting for a human-like one such as me? But it sort of makes him who he is really, he would be strange without it.’

My thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at the door. Looking up, I was shocked to see the Winter Soldier himself standing there. I had heard he was reclusive, still trying to rehabilitate. Gesturing for him to come in, I watched as his tensed body approached me.

“Uh, hi. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing your work but I wanted to talk to you.” he admitted quietly.

I sent him a small smile.“That’s ok. I’ve not been getting much done due to…well due to this.” I held up my left arm.

“I’m sorry they did that to you. They’re monsters.”

“Didn’t have to chop up my hand to tell me that.”

“Aren’t you getting a prosthetic?”

“Yeah, they’re making it here for me but it had to be pushed back.”

“I’m sorry for the questions and barging in on you. It’s just….when I saw you walk in, it was easy to see how unhappy you were. I felt like I needed to say something to you.”

For some reason, I felt like I could really talk to him.“I’m unhappy because I can’t do such normal, easy things. It’s taking me ages to write up these notes, I can’t even open a door, I’m not a normal person anymore!”

“Well neither am I.”

I groaned as I realised what I said.“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that-”

He chuckled.“Honestly it’s fine. Can I ask what happened?”

I had told this story so many times, what was the harm in telling it again?

“I have access to S.H.I.E.L.D’s data, all the secrets, missions, experiments and so on. HYDRA managed to capture me and began with their tortures. After what seemed like years being stuck wherever I was, it seemed that they had had enough too. They put one of their threats to work, cutting off my left hand and tried to use my fingers and thumb fingerprints to get the information they wanted.”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open a little as he sat in the chair opposite my desk.“I-God I’m so sorry. I know you’ve probably heard that a hundred times already.”

“Thanks. It was stupid of me to think that I could come in today and everything be normal. Writing is a major part of my job, how can I do that with one hand?”

“I’ve seen the prosthetics S.H.I.E.L.D makes, once you get one of those you’ll be back to normal.”

It was weird hearing this from him, from a stranger.“Sergeant Barnes, do you mind if I ask a question? It may be a bit personal though.”

“I just asked you why your hand was cut off, of course you can.”

“Um…has S.H.I.E.L.D ever offered you a different arm?”

He was surprised by this.“Yes they did. But I said no. Even though I’ve done bad things, I don’t want to get rid of it.”

There was silence between us then. I think we were both deep in thought about the topic. Again, I risked it, wanting to ask him another question.

“Again I’m sorry for the questions, but do you think things will be ok after I get my hand?”

He smiled.“For you, I know so.”

The Black Envelope: Forget Me

PART THREE of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | Jongin | | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | Baekhyun | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by katherine8595

Kim Joonmyeon (Suho of EXO) x Reader

Genre: Angst, the sad kind; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU; a hint of comedy because I can’t write proper angst

Summary: You knew he was the one from the moment you met him. To him, a friend was all you were and would ever be.

Word Count: 2,8K


“(Y/n)! Come on! Your future husband is here!” Your sister called from downstairs. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement.

You had never met Joonmyeon before but you knew that according to the law the two of you were meant to marry each other. That made the situation awkward, to say the least. It meant that there would be the awkward first meeting, first date, first kiss, and wedding. You were sure you wouldn’t be as lucky as your sister who had married the most wonderful woman that completed her.

“Coming!” You called out nevertheless and took a deep breath before opening the door of your room and heading downstairs. You had barely walked down three steps when you heard his voice. It was melodic, he was laughing at something your sister’s fiancee had said. It was at that moment that you changed your mind – you were ready to meet him finally.

“There s/he is!” Your mother’s voice called out, “Come on down, (Y/n)! Joonmyeon has been waiting for you!”

With another deep breath taken in, you walked down the flight of the stairs and over to the living room where your family was waiting for you. You offered him a shy smile to which he responded with a blinding kind grin. He was more handsome than the photos had let you on.

“Hello! You must be (Y/n), right? I’m glad I finally get to meet you!” Joonmyeon declared and walked over to give you a tight hug, swinging you from side to side as his arms wrapped around you.

This had to be the happiest day of your life.


Kyungsoo frowned, his narrowed eyes following the swift movements of Joonmyeon as the said cafe owner flirted with yet another customer while preparing a cup of hot tea. There was a wide bright smile on Joonmyeon’s face as per usual. You loved his smile and Kyungsoo knew it.

Your friend then sighed and murmured to you, “You still haven’t told him?”

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Jongin - Come Home (M)

Jongin x (Y/N) scenario

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Oral sex, vanilla sex

Word count: 4552


Saturday mornings always bring tired eyes and lazy Netflix binges tangled in a blanket on the sofa. At least, they have for the past month. I don’t have anything better to do anyway. My roommate won’t be back from her home-stay for another 6 months. I’ve nearly forgotten the scent of her floral perfume wafting through the apartment as she scurries around getting ready for work. She hates her job, but keeps a smile on her face regardless. Despite frequently working overtime and off-duty business calls, not to mention lowkey harassment from a coworker (something she doesn’t trust will be properly dealt with if she notifies her lackadaisical boss), she remains optimistic. She’s like a ticking bomb. Though she doesn’t like to admit it, I know that she has a limit. It’s only so long until she explodes, and I’m not ready to see such a mess sprawled out before me.

But honestly, as I sit flipping through an endless scroll of B-movies I can’t be bothered to waste brain cells sitting through, all I can think about is one person, and it certainly isn’t my optimistic roommate. Letting the remote go limp in my hand for a moment, I grab at my phone lazily perched on my hip. No new messages. Damn. How long has it been anyway? 3 days? He could at least drop a text to say “Good morning” or “Sweet dreams” or “I love you~”. Even a “Thinking of you” would do. But he’s been completely silent for far too long (3 days can seem like a long time when you’re completely and utterly in love with someone who isn’t near you). It’s not like we promised to talk everyday, but considering that he’s 92093842347 miles away from where I am, I would be willing to hear even just a small peep from him at least once a day. He must be busy, I tell myself, setting my phone aside again as I begin to harass the remote buttons. “God damn it, there has to be something to watch on here!” And yet there isn’t. Either I’ve watched everything already or there’s nothing interesting left. So I pull up YouTube instead. Perhaps a few random tutorials and Story Times down the road, I’ll actually find something to binge on. As soon as I open the screen, however, one thumbnail catches my eye and I feel a pang in my chest. ‘170425 EXO’rDIUM in NY - Acoustic Medley’. I try to hide my frown, if not only to trick my spirits into staying light. My fingers move on their own, and I’m sucked into the melodic harmony of all the members singing Call My Baby and Love, Love, Love, and other songs he’s sung to me while I fall asleep nestled in his warm embrace. He looks so content, sitting there among his near brothers, lifting the mic to his lips when it’s his turn to sing, gazing out at all the fans who adore him so passionately. And it’s almost the same look he gives me when he comes home sometimes after work and holds me in his arms, something we aren’t able to do as much as we’d like. I know that I’m the only one who gets that extra special look, that look of “this is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life”. I give him the same one.

Kim Jongin is warm-hearted to a fault. Literally anyone who meets him could tell you that he’s always a gentleman, and he’s always polite, but he also knows how to joke around. He’s the epitome of the perfect sweetheart. It’s no wonder he has young girls worshiping him around the world. But, of course, what they see on the screen, even what they are sometimes lucky enough to see in person, is only a part of the man we know as Kim Jongin. Behind closed doors he’s so much more. He shows me aspects of his personality that he’d never show anyone else. There’s so much to know about Jongin. There’s so much to understand, and adore, and protect. Although he’s undoubtedly tough, he also has a certain fragility about him, which only makes me care for him more deeply.

I just want him to come home. A month is a long time to be deprived of seeing the one person you love above all else. He’s been really good about replying to my texts of encouragement and also the ones that say things like “Oh my god, when the fuck are you getting home, I’m about to die!!!” Although I know he’s busy and probably isn’t supposed to be on his phone. I get his messages and have to remind myself that it’s not, in fact, 4am where he is when he sends them. I can only imagine how the time difference affects him. Poor baby works too hard anyway. We’d tried calling each other once only to have to keep it short because he was getting ready to go to rehearsal at 8am while it was 9pm in Korea. Before we’d even had a chance to talk heart-to-heart, his manager called him away. He promised he’d call another time or maybe even Facetime, but his schedule got more detailed as the days went by. Even before the tour, they were so preoccupied with preparations that he decided it was best to just stay at the company for the time being until after their return. Hence why we haven’t seen each other for a month. EXO’s schedules get especially rigorous during comebacks and tours. I feverishly worry for him, for all of them.

The video ends and I scold myself when I realize a tear has trickled from my eye. “Come home…” I murmur, my voice cracking. My phone buzzes and my hand has never flown so fast to pick it up. A big smile graces my lips when I look at the screen.

'Sorry, we got really busy. It’s times like these when I really, really miss you… xoxo, Nini <3’

-

The tour comes to an end. EXO is finally coming home. I’ve spent the entire day preparing dinner, creating a nice romantic atmosphere. The dining room has been expertly transformed into a more fancy setting with a table for two all dressed up with a brand new tablecloth and candle, and a little vase of lavender. I’m thoroughly impressed with myself, though I don’t like to brag. I collapse onto the couch when everything is ready, dinner only needing to be put into the oven. Holding my phone above my face, I open my texts, reading over the last message Jongin sent me. 'Omg omg omg can you believe I’m coming home to you today?!’ which was a more giddy response than usual. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other in at least a year. We’ve grown accustomed to being able to be together at least twice a week. Sometimes we get lucky and EXO’s manager will secretly let me come to practice on the condition that Jongin won’t get too distracted.

'When does your plane land?’ I type, looking at the time to see that it reads 1:23pm (I got too excited and prepared everything way too early in advance, but oh well). I would go to the airport, but I’ve been warned that because somehow no one has figured out about mine and Jongin’s relationship yet during the two years we’ve been together, it’s risky to show up and have people suspect anything. We aren’t ready to reveal anything just yet, partly because I’m not famous or anything, so both of us want to protect my privacy for as long as we can. There’s no way I want to touch the surface of sasaeng territory.

My phone buzzes almost immediately. '6 more hours… >.<’ I giggle at the cute little emoji. Even when he’s not with me, he still manages to make my heart flutter just as much. I send back a crying emoji and tell him to get some sleep (if the boys will let him). And then I go to take a shower. Dinner and ambiance aren’t the only surprises I’ve conjured up. A cute little pink parcel with a silk bow tied around the handles sits waiting at the end of my bed. I’ll slip that new gem on later tonight after dinner when he least expects it…

6 hours pass by agonizingly slow. Even Netflix isn’t helping to make time fly quicker. Every now and then I’ll get a cute little text from Jongin saying he wants to call, but the guys won’t shut up so hearing each other would be difficult. I tell him it’s fine. We talked on the phone just yesterday anyway, and we got a good hour in. He says he wants to hear my voice. I reply that he will soon~

We text for a little while and then he says he’ll get some shut eye so he’ll have energy when he gets home to me. His manager has generously arranged for him to be allowed to see me first thing when they arrive. The clock ticks mockingly above the mantel piece. It’s only 4 now… 3 hours to go. It’s never felt so long. If time keeps acting like this, I’m never going to let Jongin go on tour again… But that would be selfish and how would I even be able to pull off something like that? Still, Jongin has me missing him like there’s no tomorrow.

Finally, the clock reads 8pm. 'We’re landing!’ he texts and sends an excited gif to go along with it. I chuckle to myself and jump up from the couch where I’ve been wasting time on nothing in particular.

I push the braised chicken into the oven and turn on the timer. After quickly checking to make sure that everything is in place, I go to the bedroom to make sure everything looks neat and the lingerie I bought is out of sight in case he happens to go into the bedroom for some reason. It’s a strapless black and red lace piece with garters and stockings and everything. There are even tiny pink bows down the bodice. Best of all, it fits me perfectly in all the right places~ I’ve only ever gotten one set of lingerie in the past, but after using it twice, I figured it was time for something fresh that Jongin has never seen me in before. This certainly was a contrast to the rather plain white one I had before. I was much shier then and I’d never worn anything so scandalous in my entire life. Jongin had told me then that he didn’t care if it was the plainest one in the whole world. “You look stunning in anything~” I blush remembering those words, just imagining our night steadily approaching.

I slip into a cute little dress and finished up dinner just as I get a text from him. 'On my way over~ ;)’ My stomach does flips in anticipation. Seeing his face in person for the first time in what seems like forever, hearing that voice that sounds like melted caramel, feeling his arms tightly wrapped around my figure as if our bodies are perfectly molded together, breathing in his familiar scent, kissing him with all the passion I’ve saved up while he’s been gone, these are the things that have me practically sprinting around the apartment in excitement. He’s minutes away and yet those minutes feel like 6 hours all over again.

Suddenly, a soft knock comes at my door. Without even meaning to, I hold my breath. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure I appeared just right, I speed over to the door and collect myself before turning the knob and opening it to see him standing there, smiling bright with a bouquet of lilies in his hand. I stare at him, starry-eyed. He stares right back, his smile never faltering as we both drink in each other’s presence. He hands me the bouquet, a bashful look on his face, and my heart skips as I breath in their sweet aroma. Where did he find the time…? Breathlessly, I speak first. “Jongin…you’re home…” And then he suddenly rushes forward and scoops me into his arms, twirling me around in the air as I hold on, giggling with pure joy. He kicks the door shut and immediately attaches his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he massages my waist with his thumbs.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” he says in almost a whisper, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled blissfully and caress his cheek with my hand.

“Honey, you can’t even imagine know how much I missed you.” He smirks, pecking my nose.

“I think I can guess~”

He practically gapes at the setup I’ve prepared. “Woah, you actually cooked for once?” I playfully shove him and tell him to “just sit and enjoy it because now might be the only time you get something like this from me.” He laughs and we sit, and over dinner, he tells me all about the tour and how the boys drove him nuts, but it was okay because being with them was always worth it. He tells me the story about how Sehun, Junmyeon and Jongdae got lost on their first day in New York and they had to pretend that they totally meant to be in some shoe store when really it was the only familiar thing to them in the vicinity. And he tells me about how after one show, he a few others got drinks in their rooms and he had a little too much. “The guys told me the next morning that I had been crying and acting like a total baby, rambling on about how I didn’t deserve you and how you were probably going to find somebody else way better than me and then what was I going to do because you’re my world and…” He trails off, seeing the look on my face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I reach across the table for his hand and give it a tight squeeze. I want to hold him when I hear him say those things. What you say when you’re drunk is often what you’re actually thinking in the back of your mind, even if you don’t realize it.

“You deserve me more than anyone, love. I’m not going to find anybody else. Why would I need to find anybody else? I love you, Jongin. I can’t imagine loving another person quite like how I’m in love with you…” I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate pools, a serious yet soft expression on my face. He gets all shy then and grins like a little boy. I love the small moments like these. They’re never awkward, although when we do stuff like this in front of the members, most of their reactions go something like “gEt a rOom!” and “jUNMYEON JONGIN AND (Y/N) ARE DOING THAT MUSHY THING AGAIN-” or “help! the cheesiness in slowly killing me!” (of course Junmyeon and Yixing are in the corner, cooing at us like doting parents).

After I’ve put the dishes away, I tell Jongin to wait in the living room while I change into something a little more comfortable. Unlike the last time, I feel not a tinge of embarrassment while putting on my lingerie because I know Jongin genuinely loves this kind of surprise and would never want me to be ashamed of showing him my body. And the hungry look he gets in his eyes when we do these things is honestly the hottest look in the universe, way more so than what he displays on the stage. Once everything is in place, I sneak back out into the living room. He sits on the sofa with his back towards me. 'The perfect opportunity’ I think, tiptoeing over to him. I lean down and cover his eyes with my hands, getting close to his ear and murmuring in a husky tone, “Guess who~” I can feel his entire body tense. I remove my hands and make my way around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting my hair fall loosely around my shoulders. His jaw hangs as he looks me over.

“Is that new?” he asks, and I can hear a tinge of excitement in his voice. I nod, swiveling my hips a little. He smiles. “Do a little turn so I can see it better.” I do this, and when I’m facing him again and I can see that he’s swallowing hard, starting to imagine things.

“Do you like it?” He stands up and stalks over to me, pressing his body against mine with his hands squeezing my hips.

“Do I like it?…” His lips come dangerously close to my ear as his breath tickles the sensitive skin around it. “I love it…” I lean into him as his hand travels a little farther and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. Our lips collide and his tongue soon slithers out to fight with mine. This. This is what I had desperately waited for during those 2 months. After not having it for so long, I never knew it could already feel this good.

Suddenly, he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, our lips never parting for more than a second so that he can adjust my position to be more comfortable. He then makes his way towards the bedroom. My heart pounds with excitement. I can barely contain myself and I know he can tell. My fingers become tangled in his hair as he pushes the door shut with his foot and sets me on the bed, immediately crawling over me. I let my hands wander up his shirt to feel his toned stomach as he attacks my jaw and neck and collar bones with his kisses, leaving a few marks in their wake. He’s already got me sighing, wanting as much as I can get. As he moves to my shoulders, he pulls one of my legs to his hip with the hand that isn’t propping him up. His fingers tease down my thigh over and over and my entire body begins to tingle. Jongin pulls away for a moment to that I can assist in discarding his shirt. “Thank you, that was really in the way,” I breathe, my fingers returning to his exposed skin right away. He places a hand over mine and guides it against his stomach. His eyes bear into mine all the while, as if daring me to go further. Not just yet…

With my other hand, I reach up to grab his shoulder, pulling him down and rolling on top of him. I straddle his hips, carefully dragging my lips from his chest to his neck where I leave my own marks. They’ll fade before he needs to be seen in public again. The boys will have a couple of days off anyway. A small groan leaves Jongin’s throat and I chuckle. “Already?” As I scatter his collarbones with small but noticeable love bites, he writhes underneath my touch as my hands inch closer and closer to his growing erection hidden behind the fabric of his skinny jeans. I pull myself up to admire my work and that’s when he turns the tables and again I’m beneath him. His eyes are full of beastly hunger. I can see it dripping through his skin almost and it immediately ignites something within me. He scours my laced intimate and cocks his head, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. He traces his thumb over a bit of the delicate material just above my breast. “As much as I could drunk on seeing you in this,” he says in a deep voice that’s already getting me heated. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to come off right this minute.” My tongue darts out over my lips as I reach up and gently drag my finger across his jaw.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say, my voice laced with honey. “Take it off of me~”

He wastes no time in doing so. He promptly rips the lingerie from me and absorbs my body in all it’s naked glory. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous~” he coos, kissing my breasts, and then my stomach, and then my hips. “How is that a person can be this beautiful no matter what?” I gently grab a fistful of his hair as he props up my legs and teases my inner thighs with his butterfly kisses. “I’m the one who gets all of this,” he murmurs, getting dangerously near to my gradually aching womanhood. “Tell me how you want me to make you feel good, baby~” His lips press against my thigh again. “Here?”

“Yes…” I breathe. He kisses a little closer to my core.

“Here?” The heat within me only grows. I nod.

“Yes~” His lips inch closer.

“How about here?” A soft whimper emerges from my mouth. I need him already! He finally kisses my womanhood, which is becoming wetter by the moment. “And what about this spot…right here?” His tongue flicks out and I slightly arch my back, squeezing the fistful of his hair a little tighter.

“Yes, Jongin!” I moan. He laughs breathlessly.

“So that’s the spot, hmm?” His tongue teases it again. My lips purse. “Should I keep doing it like this for a bit?” He gives a long lick right up to the tip of my folds. I nod enthusiastically. I hear him do that smug grin he always does when he’s about to do something really “good”. All of a sudden, his tongue begins to swirl around my core, pumping in and out, swirling, in and out, more spirals. I’m a writhing mess, but his hands on my waist keep me grounded. I can tell he enjoys seeing me so vulnerable under his touch. As I’m approaching my high, he incorporates his fingers and I whine a bit at the sudden contact. One finger, then two, then three. I’m almost there. I can feel a knot twisting in my stomach, slowly growing more intense. My back arches off the mattress and that’s when he ceases his actions. I give a little noise of discomfort at the suddenly cold air hitting my womanhood. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be upset for long.” He crawls up over top of me again and takes me hand in his, leading it to the button on his pants. He gives a small smile, a mischievous one. My whole body is throbbing with want. I quickly unbutton his pants and he kicks them off of the bed. He’s getting impatient, too, just like I am. Now he’s just in his boxers. I eye them for a moment and then look back up at him, my hand moving to the bulge pressed against the fabric. As I start to palm him, his brows furrow with pleasure and his eyes shut momentarily.

“Look at me, Jongin,” I command sweetly, going a bit fast. He kisses me roughly and then he can’t stand it anymore. I grabs my hand and pins it above my head, tearing his boxers off and letting his member spring free. My mouth opens silently as I anticipate what’s going to happen next. “Don’t go easy on me, hmm?” I say, letting my free hand slowly travel up his tones bicep.

“Oh, I won’t, so get ready.” He positions his cock at my entrance. Before I can even prepare myself, he’s pushing into me. I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s been a little while since we’ve done this, but luckily I’m wet enough so that it’s not all that painful. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone suddenly laced with concern. I tighten my grip on his arm and nod.

“I’m fine, keep going…” He slows his pace when inserting and finally I’ve taken all of him. He pauses to let me adjust. “Okay,” I signal. Jongin starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, making sure I’m not uncomfortable. He’s such a sweetheart, no matter what. I look at him with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t going to go easy,”

“Yeah, but if you-”

“Jongin…” He knows what that means. I nod as one final reassurance that I can handle him. He inhales and all of a sudden his pace picks up. I hold back my moans for a bit, but soon he’s pounding into me and I can’t help out. I let out a loud whine and the smug grin returns as he starts to pant. My hand wanders over every inch of his body that I can reach, but he teases and places it with my other hand so that I’m completely pinned underneath him. My torso twists with pleasure as he abuses my womanhood in only the best of ways. Low grunts and groans simmer in his throat. A few moans of “(y/n)” lathered in sex emerge from his lips. The noises coming from me become more frequent, too, more needy. His name slips out every so often in the form of a cry whenever he hits a particular spot.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and feverish breathing and whines and pleasureful moans of ecstasy. In that moment, I’m so thankful that the walls have been somewhat soundproofed so the people in the apartment next door won’t be able to hear as much. Jongin buries his face in the crook of my neck, his steamy breath trickling over my skin. I’m getting close and so is he. “Cum on my stomach, baby,” I tell him, hardly any strength left to speak. He groans in response, picking up the speed a bit. My back arches to meet his chest as his thrusts become uncontrollable and lose their rhythm. My orgasm explodes within me and I swear I’ve never felt anything so beautiful in my life. White strings of release flow out onto him as Jongin rides out my high. His breathing get more staggered. He inhales sharply and pulls out quickly before his release quirts out onto my exposed stomach. He lets out a loud groan as he strokes himself off, leaning his head back in pure paradise as he calls out my name. Once he’s finished, he collapses on his side next to me, both of us completely out of winded.

“I should have come home sooner,” he pants, turning my head to face him. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Once we’ve composed ourselves, he sits up and goes into the bathroom. I hear the bathtub running and a smile comes to my face. He appears again with a towel in his hand and gently helps me to wipe away the excess on my stomach. I give him a look and confirms my thoughts with the same one. 'We’ve never done it in the bath before,’ I think to myself. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything~

anonymous asked:

trimberly prompt! trini is failing biology and her parents somehow get queen bee kimberly hart to tutor her?? trinis ready to burn her house down with kimberly in it but she learns kim is actually really sweet? and really kind and patient and holy shit shes even prettier up close. the small ball of Teen Angst slowly develops a crush (not that she'd ever say that out loud) and gayness ensues.

Hey! Sorry for the delay. Here you go! (unsure whether i actually followed the prompt but this is where the story went i’m sorry i still hope you like it)

(also on AO3)




The last thing Trini wants to do when she gets home is to talk to her parents. She just really plans on sneaking in, avoiding as much a fuss as possible, and holing up in her room until it’s time for dinner.

Unfortunately, nothing goes according to this plan.

When she enters the house, she’s greeted by the sight of her parents sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for her, and she tenses up on instinct.

Her grip on her bag’s strap tightens when she sees an official-looking envelope on the coffee table, and oh fuck, she really should have just climbed in through her bedroom window instead.

Her mother’s gaze is hard and unforgiving, and her father’s is somewhat apologetically disappointed, as if it’s his fault she’s going to receive a good, long reprimand from his wife. It is for this reason that Trini clenches her jaw, putting on her big girl pants and rallying every ounce of her willpower to not flinch and to accept what’s going to happen.

She refuses to back down from what appears to be an inescapable punishment for her own carelessness.

“Sit down,” her mother orders, and Trini obeys without argument.

The silent judgment continues for several long seconds, but Trini doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. She’s not going to give them that satisfaction.

Finally, after what’s felt like forever, her mom huffs an annoyed breath and pushes a sheet of paper towards her. “So this came in the mail today.”

Trini picks it up. Yeah, just as she thought. The B– glares at her from the page, the red ink like a death sentence.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Her mother’s tone is getting a dangerous edge now, riled up with Trini’s non-expression.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks, evenly. “It’s not a failing mark.”

“It’s not an A either!”

“Now, swee—” her father tries to defuse the tension, but her mother is having none of it.

“No! You keep letting her get away with whatever she’s doing, and it’s getting out of hand! She needs discipline!” Her mother glares at her. “You need to pick up your slack! You won’t be accepted in any good colleges if your grades are like this!”

“It’s a B, not the end of the world,” Trini says, and it is a very, very bad move.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” her mother nearly screeches, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she looks at her again, she’s forcibly calmer. “You need grades higher than this, so you need to study harder. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. Now, your teacher says you do well with lab activities but not with the written exams. So I arranged for you to have a tutor. Maybe having someone else checking over your work will help you improve.”

Trini blinks, hearing the words but not processing their meaning. “What now?”

Her mother carries on as if she didn’t speak. “You know the Harts, they have a daughter who’s apparently in the same class as you. Do you know Kimberly? I asked her mother if Kim could spare an hour or two a day to help you out, and she said yes. Kim’s also agreed, she’s such a sweet little thing. Very polite. Pretty, and smart to boot. You’re going to meet with her here starting tomorrow, after her cheer practice.” Her mother nods, satisfied with her pitch, and as usual not giving Trini any chance to object before standing up and ending their talk. “I expect you to be in your best behaviour.” Then she walks away, leaving her and her father staring at each other.

“What just happened?” Trini asks, bewildered.

Her father sighs, looking about as defeated as ever. “I think you just got a tutor.”

Well.

That’s not good.

That’s not good at all.

//

“You probably should head home now,” Zack says, brows furrowing as he stares at the setting sun. “You don’t want your mom to be even more pissed.”

Trini scoffs, raising an eyebrow at him. She’s lying on the hood of her car. “Since when do you care about that?”

He shrugs. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you hit a few more of her buttons, it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I know that.”

“So go. Be a nerd and study.” He scrunches his nose, as if disgusted. “And whoa, I can’t believe I just said that non-ironically.”

She laughs. “Yeah, it’s probably a cold day in hell, huh? Zack Taylor, King of Detention, just told me to study. I feel so blessed.”

“Shut up. It’s just that if your mom gets on your case even more, it’s gonna be real hard for you to escape and make it to our bonfire nights.” He crosses his arms. “I don’t wanna lose my drinking buddy to academics.”

Trini sighs, because for once, she knows Zack is right. Her mother’s been watching her like a hawk since yesterday, and it’s going to get worse if she fails to show up on time to the damn tutoring session. “Fine, fine. I’m going.”

“It couldn’t be that bad, right?” Zack says. “It’s just Kim.”

“She’s the head cheerleader.”

“Yeah, and I’m Zack Taylor.” He rolls his eyes. “No duh.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

“She seems good.”

“That’s ’cause you’re thinking with a different head.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

“I’m always being mean.”

“Play nice.”

Trini smirks. “Never.”

//

For the most part, Trini actually finds Biology a pretty interesting subject. Perhaps not as fascinating as chemistry and physics, but she can appreciate the rote learning needed in many of its topics; memorisation might not be the best way to gauge intelligence, but it sure does pay to have some piece of information immediately at the tip of her tongue.

It’s intellectually stimulating, when she really pays attention. It’s challenging to learn all about neurotransmitters and every bump in a bone and cardiac rhythm. Every diagram she draws must be accurate; otherwise, what’s the point, right?

So yeah. It’s not that she hates the subject; she just doesn’t like it as much as the others.

But with this tutoring issue in her immediate future, she just might learn to hate it with all that she is.

Tutoring itself won’t be that much of a problem, if it’s in school. At least there, Trini’s got some form of control unhindered by the anxiety that her parents’ mere presence evokes. But that’s out of the question, obviously, and what’s more, her tutor’s going to be Kimberly freaking Hart.

Of course Trini knows she shares the same class with the head cheerleader. It’s kinda difficult to ignore that fact when every time Kim enters the classroom, everyone watches with rapt attention. She’s never alone, with their schoolmates always seeking her out and begging for her to notice them.

It’s ridiculous, is what it is—the way the entire student body seems to fall on their feet at Kimberly’s every whim—and Trini decides to hate her on principle.

(“You know that’s a lie,” Zack said when she told her about it. “Your little gay heart just can’t handle that much beauty without overheating.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” she said, because Zack’s an ass and he knew nothing.

In all likelihood, Kimberly Hart has no damn idea who the fuck Trini is, and Trini sure as hell doesn’t care either way.)

Anyway. Yeah. Trini’s not a fan of her tutor, which is why this whole tutoring thing is probably never gonna work.

//

Scratch that.

This whole tutoring thing is definitely never gonna work.

When Trini gets home, the first thing she sees is a pink Audi parked in the driveway, and her stomach flips on itself.

Shit.

//

Trini just about freezes on the spot when she sees Kimberly freaking Hart sitting like a goddamn Disney princess in her middle-class family’s living room, beside Trini’s mother, the both of them sipping tea from the good Chinaware reserved for holidays and for guests her mother wants to impress—which apparently includes Angel Grove High’s resident queen bee.

Trini is not blind. She knows one of the reasons Kim’s such a popular girl is because her beauty honestly transcends the mortal plane. Her hair’s luscious and falls in gentle waves, neat and classy, even after she cut it off to shoulder-length. She’s got the jawline of a goddess, and her tan skin is smooth and looks soft to the touch. Her clothes fail to hide just how defined her muscles are—Trini knows because she’s seen her running around in those squad uniforms that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

But Kimberly’s eyes are what captivates her the most.

Her eyes remind Trini of hot chocolate on a winter night, warm and comforting; she could almost smell woodsmoke from the fireplace, could almost hear the flame crackling and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, could almost see wolf’s fur shining beneath the moonlight. Kim’s eyes are compelling, magnetic, not taking no for an answer.

She looks up at Trini with those damn eyes, and her smile?

Fuck.

Her smile is like a flickering shadow, like an illicit affair, like bourbon at 3:00 a.m.—thrilling, electrifying, demanding one’s utmost devotion.

Trini internally curses and bites her tongue.

This is shaping up to be a huge fucking problem.

//

Trini’s mother leaves the two of them after shooting Trini a glare that warns her of another lecture in her immediate future and profusely apologising to Kimberly for Trini’s lateness. Kimberly just smiles, saying it’s fine, and “It’s my fault anyway, cheer practice ended early and I probably should have waited a bit before coming over.”

(And Trini’s mother just about looks on the verge of singing Kimberly the Ave Maria, honestly.)

When they’re finally alone, Kimberly stands and offers Trini her hand. “Hi, I’m Kim.”

“I know,” Trini says. It’s rather rude, she realises, and she sighs. “Sorry. Yeah. I know who you are. I mean.” She clamps her lips together before digging herself further into mortification. “Trini.”

And when she shakes Kim’s hand, she just about spontaneously explodes, because she’s correct and Kim’s skin is indeed soft to the touch, holy shit, and it’s like holding a silk glove that’s got electric currents running through each thread.

“I know,” Kim says, her eyes laughing, but not taunting. At least Trini doesn’t think so. But it’s quite difficult to think at all when that smile is freaking directed at her, full blast. It’s like a nuclear weapon or something, all white teeth and charm, like it’s a goddamn toothpaste commercial. “We do share a class together.”

Right. “Yeah.”

“So?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s begin?”

“Oh.” She huffs, staring at those endlessly dark eyes, but not without effort. It’s freaking hard to act all high and mighty when you’re literally just barely over five feet.

It gets even more of a challenge when you’re faced with the walking personification of grace and beauty and you start acting like a fucking gay mess.

But that’s not relevant as of now.

Right.

“Let’s,” she says, dropping her bag unceremoniously on the couch before plopping down. She rummages through her stuff to get her notes and textbooks.

“You know,” Kim says, settling down uncomfortably close to Trini, “I was sorta surprised when my mom told me I’m gonna be tutoring you.”

“That’s my mom’s fault, sorry.”

“No, I mean—” Kim shrugs. “I was surprised that you needed a tutor at all.”

Trini hums, noncommittal. “Why’s that?”

“You’re always on top of the experiments and lab reports, even though you’re unbelievably quiet during discussion.” Kim releases this breathy chuckle that sets Trini’s heart racing without permission. (It’s annoying.) “I’m pretty sure you even beat me by three points in last month’s project.”

That stops Trini in her on-going campaign to avoid Kim’s eyes as much as possible. Instead she meets her stare directly, proud of herself for keeping her voice level. “You remembered that?”

Kim appears a bit flustered, and she’s the one to look away this time, but Trini’s too busy looking at the flush in her cheeks to think about the reason behind it. “It’s pretty hard to forget when I really did my best for the project only to be beaten by the quiet girl always lurking in the back of the room.”

“I do not lurk.”

“Sure, Trini,” Kim says, and god if Trini doesn’t find that the sound of her own name coming from Kim’s lips is like some sort of music.

If this is just the beginning, Trini’s not sure how sane she’s gonna be by the end of this torture.

At this rate, probably not sane at all.

//

Trini is surprised to find that she’s actually enjoying herself, talking with this popular pretty girl whom she’s already judged without even really knowing her. Trini realises how much of a jerk thing that is, and she tells Kim so.

“I have to admit,” she begins, tapping her pen on a particularly tricky question, “I pegged you as a typical head bitch.”

Kim doesn’t look offended; instead her eyes seem to sparkle with amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Trini shrugs. “You know, the head cheerleader stereotype perpetuated by the media and brought to life by the American youth almost without fail.”

“I was like that, not long ago,” she says, voice soft.

“What happened?”

Kim smiles. “Met some people who made me realise I could do so much better.”

//

“See you tomorrow, then?” Kim asks when it’s time for her to go, her voice low and like a secret promise, washing over Trini like the velvet of a morning storm.

Trini tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “See you tomorrow,” she says, and Kim’s answering laugh will quench her thirst for days to come.

So. Maybe Zack’s got a point about her little gay heart, after all.

Dammit.

//

Kim’s a pretty patient instructor, launching into the sort of detailed explanations that Trini wouldn’t have been able to come up with on her own. Her work is organised, all clean lines and neat handwriting, and her arrows and diagrams make sense in a way at which their textbooks fail. She doesn’t rush Trini into understanding the numerous concepts, and has instead worked out that Trini works better when there are other things happening around her. So Kim talks about other things while Trini figures out molecular evolution and evolutionary synthesis.

//

“Fascism is an ideology relying on the argument of power and not on the power of argument,” Trini says, not looking up from a heart diagram. “Morality and logic are things not really taken into account when dealing with fascist agenda.”

She’s not really sure how she finds herself talking about things not at all related to biology—or even science in general—with Kim, but by the time she realised they strayed too far off topic, it’s already too late. They’ve already covered, amongst others, the politics of eugenics and even the socialist revolution—a discussion that comes so out of left field that Trini wasted a couple of seconds staring into Kim’s eyes before formulating a response regarding the development of revolutionary syndicalism.

//

“Here.” Kim throws a small box at Trini, who easily catches it.

Trini examines the box. “What’s it?”

“Just open it.”

Trini does, and she takes out a fidget spinner. “Wha—”

“You can use it whenever you want help focusing,” Kim says. “I can’t very well talk to you while we’re taking exams, but that’s a decent alternative. That way you have another outlet when concentrating.”

“I—” Trini swallows past the emotions balling up in her throat. “Thank you,” she says.

If Kim noticed the waver in her voice, she doesn’t mention it. “You’re welcome.”

//

Early the next morning, Trini leaves a box of glazed doughnuts on Kim’s windowsill, along with a cup of coffee—black, extra shot of espresso, no sugar.

//

Kim waves at her in the cafeteria later, a huge smile threatening to split her face in two, and a hush falls over the entire area.

//

“Why are people looking at you?” Trini asks Zack.

Zack laughs out loud. “They’re not looking at me, Crazy Girl,” he says, grinning like a maniac, “they’re looking at you.”

//

She sees Kim talking to Jason Scott, star quarterback, in the bleachers. They are leaning too closely to each other, their touches gentle and familiar. She sees Kim smile at something Jason says, and Jason grins when Kim throws her arms around his neck.

Zack comes up behind her, flinging an arm over her shoulder. “Come on. I got some booze from last week’s gig. Shitty and probably tastes like piss, but I think that’s appropriate, no?”

Trini pulls her beanie lower over head, allowing Zack to stir her away.

Shit and piss sound about right for what’s roiling in her chest.

//

She only talks to Kim during their tutoring sessions after that. She stops seeking her out, avoids running into her in the hallways.

If Kim notices, she doesn’t mention it. She’s good at not mentioning things, anyway.

They both are.

//

The fidget spinner never leaves Trini’s pocket, even though she’s tried to throw it away several times.

(She sleeps with it in her hand.)

//

A week later, Trini wakes up to someone tapping on her window. She sits up immediately, eyes widening when she sees it’s Kim, holding on to the sill, bobbing her head to signal that Trini should really move and open up now before she falls down.

So Trini lets her in, backing away immediately when she remembers that she’s only wearing pajama shorts with sun prints and an over-sized NASA shirt.

“Why’re you here, Kim?” she asks, mumbles really, eyes trained on her carpet, arms wrapped around herself.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what I did wrong?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kim scoffs. “That’s bullshit.”

Trini snaps her head up, glares at Kim. She tries not to notice that Kim’s still in her sleepwear too—matching pajama set, with spaceship prints—though she fails splendidly. She also fails in not noticing that their clothes weirdly match. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she asserts.

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m no—”

Kim doesn’t hesitate in cutting her off. “If I hear another lie from you, I swear to god I will throw you out your own damn window, Trini.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Just the truth,” Kim tells her, eyes imploring, voice cracking, and it stabs right at Trini’s heart. “Just the truth, please.”

And Trini will never let herself be the reason Kim breaks down, will never be able to deny Kim anything, so she gives her what she wants, regardless of any possible fallout.

At this point, she’s got nothing to lose anyway, except perhaps an almost that can never be.

“Remember when we talked about how soulmates are probably those whose atoms were next to each other in the big bang?” she asks, and she almost smiles at Kim’s confused frown, probably wondering where the fuck Trini’s going with this.

“Yeah?”

“They’re drawn to each other because they came from the same burst of light, from the same corner of the universe. They have the same stardust in their bones.” Trini sighs, half a laugh, half a sob. Her fingers dig into her own skin. “That’s you for me, Kim.

“Oh,” Kim says.

“Please just go,” Trini pleads, because one more second and she’s going to fall apart.

But Kim won’t let her be. “No, no, I’m not leaving.”

“Kim, please—”

“You said your piece, and now you’re gonna listen to mine.” Kim walks towards Trini, and Trini’s vision is blurry with unshed tears. Kim’s hand is soft on her jaw, tilting her face up, and then Kim is pressing their lips together, and Trini’s entire world shifts on its axis.

“What—” Trini begins when Kim draws back.

“Your star made me,” Kim says, her voice now sure and steady, and Trini’s entire being is cradled in her hands, “and galaxies swirl in your eyes, and I’m on earth falling in love with you.”

//

Later, when their lips are sore from too much kissing, Trini explains why she’s been avoiding her.

“Trini,” Kim says, fond and exasperated at once, “I was asking him for advice on how best to tell you what I feel.”

“Oh.”

“Next time, whenever you have questions or doubts, talk to me first, okay?”

Trini buries her face into the crook of Kim’s neck, and Kim’s arms tighten around her. “Yeah, okay.”

//

“That must have been a pretty dumb star,” Zack remarks, after Trini told her what happened.

Trini socks him on the arm. “Shut up,” she says, but she doesn’t stop smiling, and she doesn’t let go of Kim’s hand.

Kim’s laughter sounds like golden sunlight, bathing Trini in the glow of home.



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