walking a fine line by defending him

On the Brink - Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. Mild wing kink.

Author’s Note: A little longer chapter. Hope you all like it!

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Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

You stood, gaping at your older brothers as they took down the whole room of demons. Rowena was chanting something in the corner and Crowley had disappeared the instant Sam and Dean had burst into the room. You watched as Dean stabbed one demon in the neck. Sam, on the other hand, was thrown through the air by the demon he was facing. He hit the wall and slid down to the floor. You snarled and took off running, slamming into the demon and tackling him to the floor. You grabbed Sam’s knife, which had fallen a few feet away, and jammed it into the demon’s side. He screamed and died and you felt more invigorated than you had in your whole life.

Grinning maniacally, you rose to your feet, not feeling any pain in the burned soles, and raced towards the next demon. You fought with reckless abandon and it felt so good. Three more demons died by your hand and as you spun around looking for the next one, you realized there weren’t any more left. Instead, your brothers stood in the middle of the room, staring at you.

“Y/N?” Dean asked quietly, his eyes starting to tear.

You strode over to him in three quick steps and threw your arms tightly around his neck, being careful not to hurt him with the blade. Sam quickly joined the hug, throwing his gigantic arms around the both of you and squeezing tightly. You closed your eyes tightly, but they popped open again just as quick when you heard Lucifer snarl.

“Get the hell away from me!”

You saw Rowena and Cas standing above him. He was craning his neck to see them, but couldn’t move much because of his restraints. Rowena placed a hand on his head, chanting still. You immediately broke out of the group hug and plowed towards her.

“Hey!” You said, intending to stop her.

A hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards. You turned to see Sam pulling you away. You struggled but he just clamped down harder and the adrenaline you had felt a short while ago was gone. Your body was back to its weakened state.

“Stop, Y/N!” Sam said. “We need to break him out of Crowley’s spell.”

You stopped struggling, remembering that Lucifer had told you Crowley could make him do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Why were they breaking him from Crowley’s spell?

“We can’t have Crowley having all the power of an archangel.” He said as though he were reading your mind.

Lucifer screamed as Rowena seemed to reach the crux of the spell and you shoved Sam away from you with all your might. He stumbled, not expecting it, and you raced towards Rowena hellbent on stopping her.

But she was already done. By the time you got to the table, Lucifer was panting, his body covered in a cold sweat, his eyes closed.

“What did you do to him?” You growled at Rowena.

She narrowed her eyes. “I did what I was asked to do.”

“Which is what?”

“She cut Crowley’s hold on him.” Cas answered from Lucifer’s other side.
“So he’s got all his powers back?”

Cas shook his head. “No. In order to break the spell, she had to permanently seal him in this vessel. He doesn’t have his powers.”

You looked down at the tortured archangel and were surprised to find him looking right back up at you. He seemed wary, but you smiled down at him anyways.

“We’re rescued.” You said to him.

“You’re rescued,” He responded quietly. “I’m just switching captors.”

You cocked your head in confusion, then suddenly understood. Lucifer may have been something akin to a friend here, but on the outside he was still your enemy. At least, that was how everyone else would view it. You started to protest, but your vision was starting to black out at the corners. You stumbled, heard someone call your name, and then you were falling into the darkness.


When you woke, you were lying in a bed. A proper, comfy bed. You snuggled deeper into the warm covers, opening your eyes the tiniest bit. You recognized your comforter and the realization that you were home safe in the bunker struck you like lightening. You sat up quickly and realized that you felt good. Like, really good. You shoved the blankets aside and looked down at your feet, which were poking out of your favorite pair of flannel pajamas. Smooth pink skin covered them as though the bloody, burning blisters had never been there. You ran your hands over your shoulder, marveling at the fact that the mass of burn scars which had once covered you was gone. Only your unblemished skin remained. Cas must have healed you. You laughed for the first time in a year.

You left the room in a great mood and made your way down to the table in the center of the bunker and found your brothers there. Both of them looked at you as you padded out from the hallway and both of them smiled. You returned the smile and rushed to them, embracing each separately and squeezing them tight.
Then you sat at the table, reveling in the fact that you were home.

“I’m so glad you guys came for me.” You said.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. You hated when they did that.

“Uh, Y/N, obviously we’re happy too, but we had no idea you were there.” Sam said.

You cocked your head in confusion. “Then what were you doing there?”

“We came for Lucifer.” Dean interjected. “He and Crowley surfaced a few weeks ago and started tearing up the planet. We thought they had teamed up until one of Crowley’s minions told us different. Told us Crowley had imprisoned Lucifer in his vessel somehow and could make him do whatever he wanted. We couldn’t have that.”

“I agree,” You said. “Where is he?”

“We don’t know where Crowley went. Probably in hiding.”

“Not Crowley. I don’t give two shits about Crowley. Where is Lucifer?”

“He’s in the dungeon.” Sam said. “Until we decide what to do with him.”

“What do you mean, what to do with him?” You asked in confusion.

“Well, we could send him back to the Cage, or we could kill him.”

You were back on your feet in an instant. “The hell you are!“

Sam looked alarmed. “What other choice do we have?”

“You could keep him here.” You said, raising your chin in defiance.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Here? In the bunker?”

“Yeah!”
“No way in hell!” He snarled angrily.

“Well you aren’t killing him and you aren’t sending him back to the Cage.” You responded hotly.

“Why not?”

You faltered, searching for an answer. “Because…because I said so.”

Dean didn’t say anything for a few moments, just looked at you incredulously. You crossed your arms and stared straight back at him.

“Do you know what you’re asking us to do?” He finally said.

You responded in a low voice. “Do you know what you’re asking me to give up?”

“Y/N, this guy has tried to kill me and Sam multiple times!”

“Yeah, and the same guy has been patching me up after Crowley’s torture sessions for almost as long as he’s been imprisoned with me! He’s been my only companion for months now.” Your anger melted and your voice grew soft. “And I’m sorry, I know it’s asking a lot. But I can’t let him go. If you don’t want him here, that’s fine, we’ll go somewhere else. But he’s not staying in that dungeon and he’s not going back in the Cage. And you are definitely not killing him.”

Dean’s expression was still stern, but he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But if he puts one black feather out of line, we’re re-visiting this issue.”

“Fine,” You said. “I’m going to go let him out. And by the way, his feathers are white…not black.” You spun on your heel triumphantly and walked towards the dungeon.

“She’s seen his wings?” Sam asked Dean in a low voice. “Isn’t that, like, a big deal?”

Dean stared after you down the hall. “I don’t know. But I don’t like her defending him like this.”

“Me either.”


You entered the dungeon and saw Lucifer sitting against the bars of the cell, his back to the door. He was staring dully at the opposite wall.

“Hey,” You called softly, not wanting to startle him.

He was on his feet the instant he heard your voice, peering through the bars at you with a wary expression on his face. You saw that he had been given clean clothes at least, though he somehow looked more disheveled than you remembered. The keys were on a hook outside the room and you had grabbed them when you entered. Now you sorted through them, trying to find the one that would unlock his cell.

“You’re letting me out?” He asked.

You concentrated on the keys. “You can’t stay here.”

He looked shocked for a second, then he turned away. “Maybe the next cell will at least have a bed.” He responded coldly.

You looked up at him in confusion, then understood when you saw the anger in his face.

“No, you idiot,” You said, smirking. “I meant that I’m not letting you stay here in this cell. I didn’t mean that I’m moving you out of the bunker to a different cell.”

Lucifer was silent for a moment. Then, "So I’m free to leave?”

“The dungeon, yes. The bunker, no.” He scowled and you shrugged. “It’s the best I could do. ”

He peered at you through the bars. “You look different.”

You finally found the correct key, fitted it into the slot, and opened the door. He stepped through and you suddenly found his face a few inches from your face. Your heart leaped into your throat, but not from fear. It was more like…anticipation. He reached out and ran the fingers of one hand through your newly washed hair, focusing on the strands like he had never seen them before.

“You’re clean.” He remarked simply.

“Yeah,” You responded. “Healed too. Cas.”

His face darkened slightly and he stepped away. Suddenly you felt like you could breathe again but you weren’t so sure it was what you wanted. You realized you had liked Lucifer invading your personal space. 

“Hey, how about your wing?” You asked, crossing your arms against the startling revelation.

“Still there,” He grinned slightly.

“Okay, well if you need me to take a look again, I will. Just say the word.”

“Of course, little Winchester.” He swept past you and opened the door that led back into the hallway.

Your brothers were waiting in the hallway, wearing stern expressions that were almost identical.

“Rules.” Dean said without any preamble. Lucifer crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t leave the bunker. Don’t go in the library. Don’t piss me off. And stay away from Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” You asked before Lucifer could respond. You were gaping at your older brother.

“You heard,” Dean retorted, still glaring at the archangel.

You shoved in front of Lucifer in the narrow hallway and forced Dean to look from the archangel to you. “That last one is a bunch of bull.”

“Y/N, this isn’t open for debate-”

“You listen to me, Dean.” You hissed. “He is the only one who knows what I went through. He’s the only one I could rely on for months. If he wants to stay away from me because that’s what he wants, then that’s fine. But it’s not going to be a rule. Or I’m going to make sure it gets broken. A lot.”

Dean first scowled at you, then at Lucifer. You half-turned to see the archangel looking at you with that same odd expression you had first seen him wear back in Hell.

“Now, I am going to my room.” You continued. “And I will get Lucifer set up in the room next to mine. Neither of you will have to lift a finger. Alright?”

Dean said nothing, but he stepped aside so you could get through. Sam did the same. You marched confidently between them down the hall, glancing over your shoulder to see if the archangel was following you. He was.

The room next to yours was furnished, so you didn’t have to do much to get it set up for him. He sat down on the bed, testing it, while you made sure the television worked. You heard a soft snore a few moments later and turned to see Lucifer dead asleep on the bed. Smiling to yourself, you turned off the light and closed the door behind you as you stepped out into the hallway. Then you went into your room, turned on Netflix (so many shows you had missed!), and soon were fast asleep yourself.


“I still don’t like it,” Dean said. He, Sam, and Cas were in the kitchen. Sam had filled Cas in on what had happened thus far.

“I don’t like it either,” Cas said. “But it doesn’t seem to be doing any harm.”

“And you know what the kicker is?” Dean continued like the angel hadn’t spoken. “She’s seen his wings!”

“What?” Cas asked sharply.

“Yeah. I said they were black or something, and she corrected me! Apparently his feathers are white!”

Cas sat down heavily at the table and stared down at the wood. Sam glanced at him.

“Cas? What’s wrong?” He asked.

Dean stopped his angry ranting and looked down at the angel. Cas took a deep breath. Then he looked up at the brothers.

“Wings are sacred to an angel. They are tied into our very being. Seeing another’s wings, touching them, is the most intimate thing imaginable to us. Even more so than sex to humans. They are our strength as well as our weakness and letting another see them…well, only our mates are supposed to see our wings.”

“What?” Dean exploded. “My sister has been mating with Lucifer?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Cas said irritably. “I’m just saying that Lucifer has been intimate with her in a way that I would have never thought possible for him. I mean, he’s not the kind to show vulnerability. And she probably doesn’t even know what a big deal it was.”

“So what are you saying?” Sam said.

“I’m saying…I’m saying that Y/N and Lucifer were in the same cell for months and didn’t kill each other. They obviously have some sort of bond and it’s not superficial, not if she’s seen his wings. That’s all I can say.”

“I don’t like this,” Dean snarled.

“Listen, Dean,” Sam said, regrouping. “This may not be a bad thing.”

“What are you talking about? This is our sister!”

“I know, I know, but hear me out. If Lucifer likes her, even just a little, it may work out for us. He might be more willing to be on our side.”

“I doubt he likes her.” Dean said. “He doesn’t like anything. He didn’t like his own brother enough to keep from killing him.”

“So what are you suggesting then?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know!” Dean exploded. “All I know is I want my sister away from that creep!”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Cas said.

“Why?”

Cas just shrugged and responded simply, “She’s seen his wings.”


You were woken by the light shining on your face from the hallway. You peered through squinty eyes to see Lucifer standing in your doorway, the light in the background shrouding his features in darkness.

“What are you doing?” You asked testily. You didn’t like to be woken up, but he knew that of course.

“I, uh, well, my wing was hurting and I think there might be some feathers stuck in awkward positions. Would you mind taking a look?“

You sighed. "Of course not. Come here.”

You patted the spot next to you on the bed and Lucifer sat down, facing away from you. You turned on the light on the nightstand next to you and turned back to see his wings already stretched out. It was no less magnificent a sight the second time. You took a deep breath, refraining from running your hands through the fluffy feathers inches from you, and looked at the wound.

It was vicious looking and deep, closer to his back, and running almost fully through the thick corded muscle that ran along the top of his wing. Angel wings must be tougher than you had realized, because you were sure that Crowley had all but sheared his wing off with how hard he had swung that cleaver. You touched the area by the wound and felt him shiver. The skin wasn’t hot to the touch, which was a good sign. You saw a few bent feathers by the edge of the cut and brushed them softly. He hissed and stiffened.

“These the ones?” You asked softly.

“Yep, those are them.”

“Alrighty, I’ll get them.”

You worked quickly, preening away the broken feathers until only the perfect ones remained. You worked your hand through the rest of the feathers so that they all ran the same way. Also, you couldn’t lie to yourself, you kind of liked the way it made the archangel tense up and groan.

“You sure like to live dangerously, huh Y/N?” He breathed.

You chuckled. “I think that’s about as dangerous as it’s going to get for me for a while.”

You laid back down on the bed and were pleasantly surprised when he laid back as well. It didn’t feel intimate, as you were under the covers and he was on top of them, but it felt peaceful. It ran through your mind that this was the guy so many people warned about. The Devil. Satan. And he wasn’t so bad. 

“Wanna watch some tv?” You asked. “Fair warning: I may fall asleep.”

“Whatever you want to do. Fair warning: I may too. For some reason, I have a hard time falling asleep without your incessant snoring.”

“You can definitely stay in here.” You said, secretly happy that he wanted to stay.  

There wasn’t any snuggling or cuddling, but every so often you could see him turn his head and look at you out of the corner of your eye. And it made you feel warm and exhilarated at the same time. Lucifer fell asleep first and it didn’t take long for you to follow him into dreamland.

That was how Dean found you two the next morning and, predictably, flipped his lid.

MC met the RFA+Minor Trio at a nightclub

This happens a few weeks to months before the events of the story, dances with them, and gives them their number (which they accidentally lose and are super bummed about).


Yoosung

  • Okay, so his college buddies had to work really hard to drag him away from LOLOL
  • Because Yoosung doesn’t like to go out like that
  • And he doesn’t really like to drink
  • But his friends manage to get a couple of drinks into him and he’s loosening up and having fun
  • Then they see this beautiful girl on the dance floor, swaying to the music and Yoosung’s friends are practically drooling over her
  • Yoosung’s just watching in utter wonder, blushing furiously (nobody’s sure if it’s the alcohol or the girl)
  • Eventually, the girl spots them, and they all look away, pretending not to have been staring
  • But then she starts coming over to them
  • The guys are anticipating her talking to them
  • Except Yoosung
  • She’s so out of his league, he doesn’t think she’ll talk to him
  • But she bypass all his friends, comes directly up to him, and says, “Hey, cutie! Wanna dance?”
  • Now they’re sure he’s blushing because of the girl as he nods, completely mute from surprise
  • They dance, have fun, he manages to loosen up even more, and they end up laughing a lot
  • Eventually, they realize how late it is and have to say they’re goodbyes, so she writes her number on a napkin, kisses it, and winks as she walks away
  • Yoosung goes home and passes out
  • He wakes up, realizing he’s going to be late for class, and while he’s on his way to class, he empties the pockets of his day old jeans and dumps some stuff into the trash
  • Including her number
  • He doesn’t realize that he lost it until that afternoon when he’s talking with his buddies and he panics
  • HOW COULD HE HAVE LOST HER NUMBER?! SHE WAS TOTALLY HIS TYPE!!
  • He’s super depressed for a few days, but gives up
  • Little did he know, he’d meet her again in the messenger a few weeks later

Jaehee

  • Jaehee prefers cafes, but when she finished work early (miraculously) and a coworker invited her out to a mixer, Jaehee found herself interested and managed to change into some causal clothes before she went
  • She didn’t realize the mixer was at a nightclub, not a restaurant
  • Jaehee was super uncomfortable
  • The place was loud, it smelled like alcohol, and the place was just too dark
  • MC was one of the people at the mixer as well
  • She approached Jaehee, recognizing that she was really uncomfortable and they started talking
  • After one drink, Jaehee was already drunk
  • Much to MC’s enjoyment, Jaehee started hitting on her
  • MC flirted back easily, they got out onto the dance floor and definitely caught the attention of some guys, one of which came up behind MC and started grinding against her
  • When MC pushed him away, saying she wasn’t interested, he didn’t take it well, partially because he was really drunk, and tried to grab her
  • Except Jaehee intercepted and flipped him so the guy ended up on his back
  • Then Jaehee grabbed MC’s hand and dragged her out of the club
  • Once they were safely outside, MC hugged Jaehee, gave her a peck on the cheek and called Jaehee her hero.
  • MC then pulled out a notebook from her purse, wrote down her phone number, and gave it to Jaehee
  • “Maybe you can call me and we can go for coffee sometime. ;)”
  • Then MC hopped in a cab and went home
  • Jaehee put the number in her pocket, and went home
  • The next day, she was staring at the number while at work, a little distracted, and the number ended up shuffled into the paperwork she had to give to Jumin
  • When Jumin found it, he assumed that it was something some woman who was after him slipped in while Jaehee wasn’t looking and threw it out
  • By the time Jaehee realized it was gone, it was too late
  • She was really depressed because she really did want to see MC again

Zen

  • He went out to a nightclub at least once a month with his cast mates
  • They would drink and dance, but Zen rarely did much more than drink and talk
  • Of course there were women interested in his beautiful face and wanted to dance with him, and sometimes he would comply, but once they made a move, he usually went back to the table
  • This one particular day, he bumps into MC at the bar
  • And he can’t help but stare because she has beautiful eyes
  • And he tells her such
  • She blushes and laughs and Zen’s heart skips a beat
  • “Is this love at first sight?” He thinks to himself
  • They end up dancing, he grinds against her a little, and she’s all for it
  • Later into the night, after they’ve both had more than a few drink and their inhibitions are all but out the window, they find a nice little secluded part of the club and start making out like there’s no tomorrow
  • One of his cast mates interrupts them by accident and Zen ends up going home because it’s getting late and he has work the next day
  • She writes her phone number on his arm and gives him one last parting kiss
  • But because Zen can’t sleep without working out, and he needs to “work off the beast” he ends up working out really hard, sweating really hard…. and accidentally smudging her phone number so badly he can’t even read it
  • When he realizes this, he’s distraught
  • He finally found a beautiful, confident, kind woman who seemed to like him for more than his looks (well, with his looks for sure), and now he may never see her again
  • He tries to go back to the club for the next few days, asking the staff if they know anything about her, if they’ve seen her since, if they can give her his number if they see her, but he never gets a call
  • However, when MC finally shows up at his house during his route, he recognizes her instantly
  • And of course he’s thinking that this is fate
  • This kind of chemistry can’t be a coincidence
  • MC, knowing the kind of effect she can have on him because of their meeting at the nightclub, is in no way afraid to put on some music and dance with him a little while they’re hanging out
  • She also thinks it’s adorable that he blushes holding her hand after literally grinding against her and making out with her with no shame

Jumin

  • The only reason he was at that nightclub was because a business associate had invited him to the grand opening of his new club
  • Jumin for the most part was just sitting in the VIP area with a glass of wine, watching the debauchery unfold with little interest
  • Commoners were so strange
  • His associate was talking his ear off about something or another when Jumin looked across the room and accidentally met a pair of golden eyes
  • The owner of the golden eyes quickly looked away, blushing furiously, which Jumin, surprisingly, found very amusing
  • After that, Jumin couldn’t help but watch her from a distance
  • At some point, he completely lost track of her because his associate distracted him by trying to invite some woman to sit on his lap
  • Jumin managed to politely refuse, but was disappointed to find the woman with golden eyes has disappeared into the crowd
  • A few minutes later a voice spoke to him from just outside the VIP area
  • “Aren’t you dressed a little too formal for a place like this?”
  • He looked down from the platform and saw a woman leaning with her arms crossed on the railing, gazing up at him through the gap with her stunning, golden eyes
  • “I’m not accustomed to places like this.” Jumin explained.
  • “Oh, so this isn’t really you’re scene,” she said, curiosity flashing through her eyes. “Then why come here? Surely you could’ve found something you would’ve enjoyed more.”
  • “I was invited by a business associate,” he stated plainly. “It would have been rude to refuse.”
  • She mulled that information over in her mind for a few moments
  • “Then I suppose you would consider it rude to refuse an invitation from a lady?”
  • “Yes, I suppose.”
  • “Then I would like to invite you to dance with me!”
  • Jumin was surprised to say the least, but her cheeky smile seemed to be stirring something inside him
  • “Do you have any idea who I am?” He asked.
  • “Of course,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re the guy bored out of his mind at a nightclub. C'mon, it’s not like dancing will kill you!”
  • Jumin was intrigued, so he put down his wine and left the VIP area to dance with this beautiful young woman
  • He was unaccustomed to this style of dancing, but she quickly adapted it for him so that he was more comfortable
  • She laughed easily when he made a joke without thinking, and for some reason, he forgot about all the tangled strings in his head and just enjoyed her company
  • They talked for the rest of the night, danced for half of that time, and when the place finally started to close, she tucked a piece of paper into his jacket pocket
  • “If you ever want to have another little chat, feel free to call. ;)”
  • Before he could ask what she meant, his business associate distracted him by calling out to him
  • When Jumin turned back, the woman was gone
  • Of course, after the whole night, Jumin was downright too distracted to take he paper out of his pocket and check it
  • So his suit went through the wash the next day while he was at work, it was thrown away, and he never saw that it was her phone number
  • However, when she showed up at his apartment after joining the RFA, he was shocked
  • But she smiled, and formally introduced herself, and he found that calming effect that she had washing over him again
  • And truth be told, that dress he bought her, he’d seen it before, passed by the store regularly and knew the moment he saw it, it would be perfect for the woman from the club, but never bought it because he never thought he’d see her again
  • When he finally got to see her in it, he was very satisfied to know that he had been right

Saeyoung

  • It was probably the weirdest mission he’d been sent on
  • Supposedly, the owner of the club was selling illegal drugs
  • SEVEN ZERO SEVEN!! DEFENDER OF JUSTICE!! IS ON THE SCENE!! :D
  • Of course, he buys a drink to blend in (he buys ginger ale because they didn’t have any Ph.D Pepper, shame on them)
  • While he’s sipping and using his phone to hack the system, a girl approaches him
  • She’s a little tipsy, but she walks right up to him and drops one of the cheesiest pick up lines he’s ever heard
  • “Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine written all over you.”
  • He can’t help but burst out laughing
  • So he says one back
  • “Are you a campfire? Because you are hot and I want s'more.”
  • She laughs back, and they start firing bad pick up lines back and forth at each other
  • Eventually, they settle down because they’re both laughing hysterically, and MC admits to the fact that she only came over because her friends caught her looking at him (because she thinks he’s cute) and bet her twenty dollars that she couldn’t make him laugh
  • He promptly comes back with, “Then I think you owe me $10!”
  • “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
  • “Because I made you laugh!”
  • She concedes, gets her $20, goes to the bar to break it, then gives half to Saeyoung
  • They talk while he continues to hack, and eventually, he admits that she should probably stay away from him because he’s a dangerous man (but he says it in a way that sounds like he might be/is probably joking)
  • MC says, “Oooh. A dangerous man? How exciting.”
  • She ends up inviting him to dance with her, which he does, but while they’re dancing, his phone goes off, indicating that the hack is done and he needs to find someplace private to finish this up
  • He tries to excuse himself, but MC quickly jots down her number and says, “Feel free to text me if you come up with any more pickup lines.”
  • Saeyoung’s probably the only one who didn’t lose her number
  • He flushed it
  • To him, a sweet, funny girl like her deserves better

V

  • Okay, this would have to take place before he met Rika, so he met her at least a few years before she got involved in the RFA (and probably a year before it was founded)
  • Of course, it was actually a exhibition of his work that happened to be taking place in a night club because the owner offered him the wall space and a promotional night
  • It right at the beginning of his career, so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity
  • MC was admiring one of his pieces when he passed her, but she recognized him and complimented him on his work
  • He thanked her, and after a conversation and a couple of flutes of champagne, he offered to dance with her as the music was picking up a little
  • She gladly joined him, and they did as young people do
  • A giggle here, a flirt there, and MC ended up trying to give him her number because he was sweet and cute and kind
  • However, the dense boy didn’t get that’s what was happening and left her number on the table
  • Once they parted ways, she waited for his call, and when it didn’t come, she realized that feeling that she didn’t click with him the way he did with her was real and he didn’t want to call her because he hadn’t felt a spark
  • Oh well

Saeran

  • He was scouting night clubs for potential people to use to infiltrate the RFA
  • He thought it’d be easy enough, but there were a ton of men and women who looked promising, but just didn’t fit the bill for whatever reason
  • He bumped into MC when she was kinda drunk (and wearing tight leather pants, black boots, a red crop top, and a choker necklace)
  • After a conversation with her (and bugging her phone) he realized she was actually a very naive, trusting person
  • When he asked for her number, she agreed almost immediately, but forced him to dance with her in order to get it
  • He was a little uncomfortable, but she was so comfortable in her own skin and with everything, he ended up enjoying himself more than he thought he should have
  • Especially since this was just another step in his plan to destroy Saeyoung
  • He was the only one to not lose her number because he put it directly into his phone because he needed to use it later

Vanderwood

  • He was doing recon
  • Supposedly there was a target that the agency needed tracked for a little while
  • What was supposed to happen after that, Vanderwood had no idea and didn’t really care
  • MC stumbled into him, by accident, very drunk, and spilled her drink all over him
  • She apologizes a lot and attempted to help him clean up
  • Vanderwood tried to shoo her away, but she was very insistent
  • Eventually she looked him in the eyes and said, “hey, you’re really pretty, you know that?”
  • He’s like, “okay drunkie, time for you to go home and go to bed”
  • She whines and says she can only go home once she’s danced with someone attractive
  • MC then says Vanderwood is the perfect candidate
  • As they’re dancing and she’s all over him (again, veeeery drunk) she slips her number into his coat three times
  • As soon as the dance is over, he calls her and her friends a cab because seriously it was getting ridiculous and she was in the way of his work
  • He never goes through his coat pockets anyways, so he never checks them and doesn’t ever realize her number is there
do we not fight for freedom?

i have so many mixed feels for tjeff ok. i wanted to write this to explain what he must’ve been feelin at the end of cab battle #1 - or at least what i want to think he was feelin.
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Hamilton is a nightmare.
“Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’s head?” he sings out, hopping around jauntily, one hand held out in front of his chest in a fist, as if to symbolize holding up a head by the scalp. “’Uh, do whatever you want! I’m super dead!’”
Enough!” Washington hollers.
“That’s foolishness!” someone else yells.
“Enough,” Washington repeats, glaring at everyone who dare speak up. “Hamilton is right.”
“Mr. President!” I say, standing up swiftly.
“We’re too fragile to start another fight!” Washington bellows. He stands up, about to say something to Hamilton. My stomach twists – my throat is dry. I can’t let France down. It appears that I’m their only representative with enough power to do something.
“But – sir!” I cry out. “Do we not fight for freedom?”
“Sure, when the French figure out who’s gonna lead ‘em.” He stares at me, a glint in his dark eyes. I’ve reasoned with this man before, and usually he’s been obedient and kind towards me. This is all Hamilton’s fault. Hamilton, the fucking immigrant who came in and started sweet-talking the president…
“The people are leading,” I reply.
“The people are rioting!” He throws his hands up. “There’s a difference – frankly, it’s a little disquieting that you’d let your ideals blind you to reality. Hamilton?”
“Sir!” Hamilton pipes up, eager.
“Draft a statement of neutrality.”
They begin to walk away. Helplessness consumes me, something I’m not used to feeling. I bite my lip, glaring at Hamilton’s back. The French need help, and if Washington won’t listen to me, he’s gotta listen to Hamilton. What can I target that will make this bastard finally feel something?
“Did you forget Lafayette?” I say, so quietly I’m not even sure it came out of my own mouth.
Washington continues walking. Hamilton’s back is rigid as he turns around. “What?”
“Have you an ounce of regret?” I slink up to him, crossing my arms. “You accumulate debt, you accumulate power, yet in their hour of need you forget.”
“Lafayette’s a smart man, he’ll be fine,” Hamilton retorts. “And before he was your friend, he was mine. If we try to fight in every revolution in the world and we never stop, where do we draw the line?”
I scoff. “So quick-witted.”
He smirks. “Alas, I admit it.”
“I bet you were quite a lawyer,” I croon, raising a brow.
“My defendants got acquitted.”
“Chhh- yeah.” A lightbulb flickers on in my head. I’m almost positive he can see the idea beaming out of my eyeballs. “Well, someone oughtta remind you.”
“What?” His smug expression is replaced with one of genuine worry.
I lean in, my voice barely a breath. “You’re nothing without Washington behind you.”
“Hamilton!” Washington hollers.
I gasp softly, nose to nose with Hamilton.
Daddy’s calling.”

Jealousy, Thy Name Is Barnes. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: The one where the reader is Wanda’s big sister and she has the power of teleportation. She is also a part of the Avengers. She has met Bucky before when he shot her in the stomach, nearly died and left a huge scar. He did that as the Winter Soldier so she doesn’t hold it against him, but he feels so sorry. They become close and both develop feelings but do nothing about it. 

Second request: The one where the reader and Bucky like each other but they won’t tell each other. The reader and Steve are constantly flirting and that makes Bucky mad. 

Warning/s: None.

Author’s note: Pietro is alive in here because he deserves to live and I don’t like Wanda without her twin brother. His death and her reaction to it killed me when I first watched AoU.

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Having the power of teleportation is great. You can get to go to places whenever you want to, can pull a prank on anyone and get away with it, and can kick ass at the same time. After Pietro’s almost death scare and being recruited as a new member of the Avengers, along with Wanda, life has been great. Sure there are a few times where there is still adjustments to their new home, but there is no pressure. At all. The Avengers welcomed the three of them in the team and did their best to help them control their powers and use them for the greater good. Stark turned out to be a cool guy but sometimes his ego can be a little bit too much. 

(Y/N) was walking down the hall when she accidentally bumped onto someone, making her fall to the ground. She groaned in pain when she landed on the cold tile. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” The person said. 

(Y/N) shook her head and waved a hand, dismissively. “No, no, it’s okay. I wasn’t looking either so that makes both of us.” she said as she stood up. When she looked up at the person, her eyes grew wide when she recognized him as Bucky.

Bucky Barnes arrived in the tower two months ago and has been making good progress. When they first met, she was so surprised that she had to teleport away to the balcony when Steve had introduced her to him. The reason why she did this because she remembered meeting him before. Everyone in Sokovia were spreading news that a dangerous and mysterious figure is roaming around the city and called him the Winter Soldier. One night, the Winter Soldier was about to eliminate his target when the elevator door where she is in suddenly opened. The two of them briefly made eye contact. She realized what he was about to do and ran towards a dead security guard to grab the gun beside it. She remembered how her heart was beating really fast that night and telling him to stay put or she’ll pull the trigger. He glared at her and strutted towards her, not caring one bit of her threat. Before he could swing his metal arm at her, she teleported to where his target is at and hurriedly cut the ropes that held his wrists. She put herself in front of the man to shield him from the assassin. When he raised the gun he was holding at her, she grabbed the man’s shirt and teleported away as soon as the assassin started shooting at them. When they were in a safe area, the man pointed out that she was bleeding. She passed out after that. 

Steve and Bucky were confused as to why she had done that. After a few days of unconsciously avoiding Bucky, the ex-soldier cornered her one night and had asked why she had reacted like that. Eventually she told him the reason why (and even showed the scar he left on her) and it left Bucky feeling really sorry and guilty for what happened. She convinced him that it wasn’t his fault and that he wasn’t himself when he did it. 

Few days later, they became friends. 

“Oh, uh, hey, Buck.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, I-I didn’t see you there." 

Bucky shook his head. "Let’s just say that it’s both our fault.” he said, chuckling.
Oh god, this man was going to be the death of her someday. The way his eyes wrinkled, the way his nose slightly scrunched up, and the way the corners of his mouth deepened when he chuckled sent her heart fluttering. Developing a crush on the ex-assassin wasn’t hard. He had fine written all over him. From his suave and charming features to his beefy built body and to the slight rasp his voice held. It makes her say, “Goddamn” in her mind every time. 

She chuckled and lowered her head down slightly to cover the way her cheeks had heat up. “Fine.” she simply said. 

“Barton needs me in the training room. Talk to you later.” Bucky told her and patted her shoulder before walking away. She watched his retreating figure disappear to the corner. 

Someone nudged her arm. “Geez, sis. Bucky is no longer in your line of vision. You can stop ogling now.” Wanda, her sister, told her. 

(Y/N)’s cheeks turned pink. “I am not ogling.” she defended. 

Wanda smirked at her. “Oh please. I know you. And I know that you like him." 

Something wooshed at the opposite side of her. "Yeah, sis. You do have a thing for older guys.” Pietro said, smirking at her. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and elbowed both of them gently. “Whatever. I don’t know what you two are talking about.” she said, chuckling.




(Y/N) was in the kitchen, making herself a fruit shake when Steve and Bucky entered the place. She caught the smell of sweat and instantly knew that it was them. She looked over her shoulder and saw Bucky opening the fridge. She watched as the muscles of his arm flexed when he reached out to grab the handle. She had to look away instantly, when she felt her cheeks heat up. 

“Hey, (Y/N).” Steve greeted. 

(Y/N) turned around just as she finished making her shake. She was about to greet the captain back when she saw his hair disheveled and the shirt he’s wearing is clinging onto his body, outlining perfectly his biceps. She smirked and sipped her beverage. “Hey there, pretty boy.” she said, winking at him and sat on the chair by the island table. 

She saw Steve smirk while Bucky visibly tense up. She ignored this and watched as Steve settle down on the chair across from her. “How’s training going?” he asked, sipping his water. 

(Y/N) shrugged as she twirled the straw on her glass. “Everything’s going smooth lately, actually. Which is a good thing because I’m starting to really control my powers.” she said, grinning.

Steve nodded. “That’s great.” Then he had a glint in his eyes. He gave her a smirk. “Maybe I can make it even smoother." 

Situations like this with Steve is just casual flirting. There is nothing serious in it. He knew she liked his best friend, and she knew he liked a certain agent named Sharon Carter. This playful flirting is just entertainment for both of them. Besides, (Y/N)’s been teaching the captain a few tricks in her sleeves about relationships. 

(Y/N) giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? How?” she said, a tone of purring was visible in her tone. 

Steve was about to reply when Bucky closed the fridge door rather harshly. This earned the attention of the two. Bucky looked at both of them in annoyance. “Jesus Christ, just go and makeout already.” he commented, walking out of the kitchen, grumbling as he did so.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked. 

Steve snickered and smirked. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” he joked. 

(Y/N) shook her head, chuckling. She dismissed the topic. “Alright, so how are things between you and Sharon?”




After having a chat with the captain, (Y/N) headed to the airy lounge to watch TV. Tony had decided to turn the lounge into an area where the Avengers could all hang-out during their day-offs. 

“Your man seems upset. Did you two love-birds have a fight?” Tony commented when she and him crossed paths in the hall.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “What?” she asked. 

“You know, you and Capsicle #2. Aren’t you two together?" 

"Tony, Buck and I aren’t together." 

Tony showed a mock of surprise. "Really? I thought for sure that you two had something going on. Considering that most of the time you both ogle at each other.” he smirked. 

(Y/N)’s cheeks heat up. She shook her head. “Whatever. Buck and I have nothing going on. We’re just friends. Anyways, Bucky’s upset? Did he tell you why?” she asked, worry fawning over her face. 

Tony shrugged. “Nope. But he is upset. He looks like that grumpy cat in the internet. When I asked what had his knickers twisted, he only growled at me and flipped me off, and continued scowling at the TV.” he told her. 

“Where is he?”

“In the lounge." 

After thanking Tony, (Y/N) teleported to the lounge. She stumbled slightly when she got there. She heard a distant sound of grumbling followed by a sigh of frustration. She followed it and saw Bucky sitting on the couch in front of the TV with his arms crossed on his chest. Tony was right. Annoyance and frustration were written all over the master assassin’s face. 

She walked over to him. She sat on the back of the couch and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Buck, hey. You okay?” she asked. When her hand came in contact with his shoulder, he jumped and looked up in surprise. When he saw it was just her, the same look returned to his face. He didn’t answer her. 

She raised an eyebrow and moved around the couch to sit next to him. Bucky scooted a little bit away from her. “Tony said that you were upset about something. Wanna tell me what it is?” she asked. “Maybe I can help." 

Bucky only scoffed. He wasn’t looking at the TV anymore. He was glaring at something behind it. "Buck, please. You know you can tell me. What’s upsetting you?” she asked, placing a hand on his arm. 

Bucky shook her hand off rather harshly. A flash of hurt crossed her features at the sudden gesture. She shook her head and cleared her throat. She placed her hand on her lap and bit the insides of her cheek. She waited for him to turn and look at her, but when it didn’t come, she let out a sigh. She nodded slowly, although he couldn’t see. “I’ll leave you alone for a while. Sorry for bothering you.” she said and stood up. 

She turned around and placed her hand on her forearm. She was nearing the exit of the lounge when she heard Bucky call out to her. “(Y/N), wait.” She immediately stopped and turned to face him. He was already standing and looked at her with an apologetic look on his face. He slowly made his way over to her and stopped in front of her. 

“Listen, I - I’m sorry about my behavior. It was uncalled for.” He apologized, shifting on his feet. 

“It’s okay, Bucky.” She said, giving him a tentative smile. 

When Bucky didn’t say anything, and continued looking down on the ground, she decided that maybe she should leave him alone for a while. She cleared her throat. “I’m going to see what Pietro and Wanda needs. Talk to you later.” she told him. 

She has just taken three steps when Bucky stopped her again. This time, for good. “I was jealous.” he blurted out. 

She slowly turned around and gave him a confused expression. “What? Of whom?” she asked. 

Bucky rubbed the nape of his neck, pursing his lips together. “Of you and…. Steve.” he murmured, quietly. 

Her eyes grew slightly wide. “Of me and S-Steve? Why?” she asked, looking very confused. Then she recalled what happened in the kitchen earlier. It finally clicked. “Oh…." 

"Yeah, oh….” Bucky mumbled. 

She looked up at him and took a step forward. She couldn’t stop the fluttering that her heart was sending. Could it be….? “Why–” She cleared her throat. “Why were you jealous?” she asked, biting her lip as she clasped her hands behind her. 

Bucky let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. His cheeks were turning pink. Was he blushing? “Well, uh, I don’t know….” He cleared his throat. “When I saw you and Steve exchange flirty remarks, I just snapped. I-I wished that I was the one there in front of you instead of Steve. I-I wished that you would just know that…. goddamn it, I like you, alright?!” He exclaimed, turning away to hide his blushing face. 

(Y/N) was surprised at his sudden outburst. She blinked and stared at his back, processing his words. When it finally clicked, (Y/N)’s cheeks heat up and couldn’t stop a smile growing on her face. She bit her lower lip, attempting to stop it from growing even more. She stepped forward and placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. She moved to stop in front of him. He was hiding his face on his hands. 

“Bucky.” She said, holding his hands. “Look at me, please." 

Bucky shook his head, mumbling a soft ‘No’. 

She chuckled and tugged his hands. "Bucky, please.” she said. 

Bucky released a sigh and removed his hands on his face. He looked down at her, with an embarrassed look on his face. She giggled up at him and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears, before holding his face. “Hey, why are you embarrassed?” she asked. 

He averted his gaze from her and pursed his lips, his cheeks turning a shade darker. She had to suppress an upcoming giggle that will probably embarrass him even more. “Geez, Buck. You’re face is so red. Who knew I’d get to see the day James Buchanan Barnes blush.” she teased.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, but the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly. She chuckled and stood up on her toes to press a kiss on his cheek. She caressed his cheek and smiled. “I like you, too.” she said.

Bucky gave her a shy smile before pulling her close to him using the loose shirt she’s wearing. She let out a small squeak when he did this. She stood up on her toes and held on to his shoulders. He gave her a small smirk. “Of course you do.” he murmured, nudging his nose to hers. 

“Why you smug little ba—“ 

Before she could finish, Bucky sealed her mouth with his.

Author’s note: Finally uploaded an imagine here. It’s about time I get off my ass and start writing. I hope you all like it! Also, my ask box is always open for requests so go and flood it :)

Feel So Close: Chapter 5

Feel So Close is back in business (for now)! Meaning that @ttayvinaf​ and @tayvintrashcan​ are bogged down in finals but we still managed to crank out a lovely update. We were planning on a longer update but then it got to be like thirty pages so we split it into two parts. We’re still on semi-hiatus for a little while longer so don’t expect anything else too soon, but do trust that we ARE working on this (and on some other side projects) and we haven’t abandoned you. If you’re new here, you can catch up on the rest of the fic here

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Parenting in Life is Strange

After playing through the first two episodes, I’ve gotten more of a read on not just the students of Blackwell Academy, but their parents as well. You can learn a lot about people by how they interact with their parents.

Consider this:

Max Caulfield: Raised by kind and supportive parents, considering they moved to Seattle for her dreams of photography and still support her finishing her education back in Arcadia Bay. Her mother shows concern about the “stories” she told the Principal, but doesn’t automatically assume the worst.

Chloe Price: Still bitter about the loss of her father and less happy with her mother remarrying. She naturally rebels against an authoritarian and boot camp type like David Masden and carries over that frustration to her mother because she defends him. Joyce and David do, however, seem genuinely concerned for Chloe’s future and safety. Their family dynamics aren’t quite as clear-cut as the others.

Kate Marsh: Raised to follow her family’s strong religious outlook, with varying degrees of sympathy. She obviously has a great relationship with her father and her two sisters, but her aunt is clearly a fundamentalist and her own mother immediately puts Kate down once the video is leaked. Kate walks a fine line between her family’s love and their church’s expectations.

Nathan Prescott: Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and raised to expect the world to revolve around him, with no consequences whatsoever. His father’s text message to Max also bears out their sense of entitlement, automatically treating her allegation as yet another slander suit to be quickly dealt with through their lawyers.

It’ll be interesting to see if these relationships change over time and what the consequences will be.

Can’t wait for Episode 3 to come out already!