#? as that is like... the reason i keep saying i 'woke up' is cause i guess like

[gallavichsreddie1128]

You Have A Wife? (John Walker)

Description: John is keeping his family a secret from the team until she wants to meet them.

Word Count: 1,392

John had managed to keep his wife a secret from the team (besides Bucky) for a good month after they were listed as the New Avengers. Y/N wanted to meet the team and tell him that she was pregnant with their second child. John was very hesitant about it, given how the others were and he never wanted to bring her in harm's way.

Bucky was respectful and kept John’s personal life a secret from the others too. Though the question remaining was why John didn’t live at the tower like the rest of them. Yelena and Ava came up with the theory that he was stuck up and thought he was better than them but that just wasn’t the case. “Baby please!” She pouted on facetime as she brought it up again. John sighed, “I don’t know.” “Why not?” He bit his lip and looked away from the camera, “These are my co-workers, co-workers that aren’t the best people and I like that you’re safe and away from all the bullshit.” He says and looks back at the camera.

“John, You can’t hide me forever. I wanna go to events with you and be there in person to support you and I don’t know maybe we can move into the tower-” “No. We definitely aren’t moving into the tower.” He cuts her off. She rolled her eyes. He could be very difficult sometimes. “They never question you on why you don’t live there?” She asked. “All the time. It’s none of their business.” “John, they are like a family to you and-”  “No, you and Y/S/N are my family.” Her face dropped. “Look, I have to go, see ya tonight. Love you” She hung up, she was pissed at him and he could tell. “Fuck.” He sighed and set his phone aside. 

Bucky was training in the gym when John decided to go talk to him. He was the only one who knew about Y/N and his son, “Hey Buck, you got a second?” John asked as he entered the gym. Bucky stopped what he was doing and turned to John, “What do you need?” John sighed, “It’s Y/N, she wants to come meet the team.” “So introduce her to them.” He said and John shook his head, “I don’t know how I feel about bringing her into all of this.” He said as he sat down. “I’m sure everyone will like her and she won’t be in harm's way. It’ll explain why you don’t live here.” Bucky pointed out. “She also wants to move into the tower.” Bucky thought that wasn’t a terrible idea but he saw the look on John’s face. The last thing John needed was to have Y/N in any danger. “Hey man, I seriously think she’ll be okay and if you move in here, she’ll have all the protection she needs.” Bucky pointed out and that made John’s face soften, maybe he was right.

Y/N had just put Y/S/N down for bed when John got home, she was still mad at him but knew that he had his reasons. “How was your day?” She asked as she walked into the living room. John smiled at the sight of her, she was wearing PJ pants and a black t-shirt that was too big for her. “Better now that I’m here with you.” He walked up to her and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Mmm you are cheesy.” She stated and kissed him back. “Is Y/S/N sleeping?” John asked and she nodded. John woke him up and Y/N put him to sleep,the boy was going on 2 now. “I wanna talk to you about something.” He said as she stepped away from him. “I-I wanna bring you to the tower tomorrow, you and Y/S/N.” Her eyes lit up at his words, a big smile forming on her face. “Really?” She asked and he nodded. She jumped in his arms and kissed him, “Thank you, Thank you.” She said against his lips causing him to laugh.

Y/N was nervous and excited to meet her husband’s team. She was thinking about it all morning after he left. What if they didn’t like her? She was aware that they weren’t a fan of him so what if her being with him makes them hate her? She shook her head trying to rid of those thoughts as she got ready. “Are you ready to meet daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked their son as she buckled him up. “Yay.” Y/N laughed as her son cheered.

The tower was only 10 minutes from their house. She got out and sent a text to John saying that they were there. John came out a few minutes later and Y/S/N ran up to him, “Hi buddy!” He said and picked him up. He was in training clothes and looked so good. Y/N walked up to him and pecked his cheek, “You look good.” She whispered and he blushed. 

John, himself, was nearly shitting his pants as he walked them to the others. This was his world in his arms and next to him, this was a big moment. The others were lounging around when they walked in, Yelena looked up and her face was full of confusion. “Who’s this?” Bucky waved at Y/N. “This is my son and my wife.” Everyone’s jaw dropped besides Bucky. “What?” “You have a wife?” “Someone would marry you?” Was heard through the room. Y/S/N hid his face in John’s neck, “Hi everyone, I’m Y/N.” Ava stood up and went to greet her, “I’m Ava.” Everyone introduced themselves besides Bucky.

“Good to see you.” Bucky smiled. “You knew?” Yelena asked and Bucky nodded. “Who’s this?” Ava asked and Y/S/N pulled away from his dad’s neck. “Y/S/N.” He said quietly and Ava smiled. “Aren’t you just the cutest? You get your looks from your mom?” Y/N smiled and laughed at that. “John has a child!” Alexei announced. “Children.” Y/N said and placed a hand on her stomach. John looked over at her, “What?” She smiled at him, “I’m pregnant.” She said and everyone cheered. “Congratulations!” Bucky said. “We’re having another baby?” John asked in a soft voice, tears in his eyes. “Yes.” She said and took Y/S/N, “Someone’s gonna be a big brother.” Y/S/N giggled.

“So this is why you aren’t living here.” Yelena said and he nodded. “Well I did try to get him to let us move here.” John shook his head. “You should and we take care of baby and have fun.” Alexei said. “Yeah and us girls can maybe get to have girls nights.” Ava suggested. “And Gossip. I need to know how this happened.” Yelena motioned between John and Y/N. “Of course. See John this would be great.” Y/S/N was trying to get out of John’s arms. John set him down and he went over to Bucky, “Hey little man.” Bucky said and Y/S/N reached for his metal arm.

“Cool.” He said and Bucky laughed, “Isn’t it? I take down bad guys with it.” “I wanna be a hero, like my daddy.” John’s face dropped at that, he was no hero. Y/N pulled him close to her, “Hey.” He looked over at her, “He loves you and he’s always gonna idolize you.” She whispered. “How about John makes us dinner?” Y/N asked the group. “Hey!” She laughed at his response.

“You know I do kind of miss the helmet.” Y/N said to him as they all ate dinner. “You liked the helmet?” Yelena asked and Y/N shook her head. “Oh when he first put it on he looked like the old man from UP but with a beard I gotta say I do like it.” She said and Alexei laughed the loudest. “That’s a good one. I haven’t heard that one before.” “Maybe I can bring it back.” John said, “No!” Everyone responded.

Y/N laughed and looked over at Y/S/N, Bob was talking to him. “I think you bring the good out in him.” Ava said and Y/N smiled. “Yeah?” “Yeah we need you around like all the time.” John rolled his eyes and Y/N hugged his arm. “Like maybe move into the tower.” Yelena said and Y/N looked over at her husband waiting for an answer. “Maybe. I have to think about it.” He told her. It wasn’t a No, she thought as she finished eating.

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

shit i forgot to introduce myself

dunno if the others do that but i will lol

anyways uuuuhhh i'm oleander (when i'd woken up in here i didn't actually have a name, it's related to stuff from the last time i used the body (not good stuff :( ), miss molly actually named me) and i'm like... seventeen lmao

gender is masc, dunno completely abt my sexuality yet

[heliosunny]

Hear me out: mydei falling hard for reader after reader saved him and being his beaming star. Mydei slowly going the yan route and being obsessed at reader because who could be more worthy to stand by their side except him who reader has extended their hand to?

Yandere!Mydei x Reader

When you found him, his body lay crumpled against the jagged rocks, blood seeping into the cracks. His armor was shattered, and his breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps. A monster attack, perhaps— or an ambush. Whatever the cause, he had been left for dead.

But you couldn’t just leave him.

Gently, you knelt beside him, pressing your fingers to his pulse. Faint but steady. Relief washed over you, followed by urgency. You couldn’t carry him far in this state, so you did the only thing you could—you stayed. Tending to his wounds, keeping him warm, whispering reassurances to an unconscious stranger.

Days passed before he woke.

His eyes, dulled by pain and confusion, flickered open. They roamed the unfamiliar surroundings before settling on you, and something in them softened.

“Who…” His voice cracked. “Who are you?”

“A traveler. I found you injured and decided to help.”

He blinked, struggling to sit up before wincing in pain. His fingers curled weakly against the fabric of the blanket you’d wrapped around him. “I… don’t remember anything.”

You had expected that. The head wound he’d sustained was severe, and it was a miracle he had survived.

“That’s alright” you said gently. “Just rest. You’re safe now.”

Days turned to weeks. His strength returned, but his memories did not. Each morning, he woke with his eyes seeking only you. Each night, he fell asleep listening to your voice, as though it were the only tether he had to this world. He clung to you, never straying far, always watching, always following.

“You saved me” he whispered one evening, his fingers ghosting over yours. “No one else did.”

“I was just in the right place at the right time.”

But he shook his head. “No. It had to be you.”

You noticed it a few days after he had woken up.

A small, ornate pendant tucked beneath the tattered remains of his clothes. You hadn’t given it much thought at first—just another piece of jewelry, perhaps—but when you turned it over in your fingers, you saw the intricate insignia etched onto the surface. It was not just any trinket. This was a crest. A symbol of some importance.

“You had this with you when I found you” you told him, showing him the pendant. “Do you recognize it?”

He took it carefully, his fingers brushing against yours before settling on the cool metal. His brows furrowed as he stared at it, “No… but it feels familiar.”

That was something.

You took it upon yourself to investigate. If he had been attacked, if someone had left him for dead, there had to be a reason. And if he had come from somewhere important enough to carry a crest like this, someone out there might be looking for him.

It wasn’t easy tracking down the origin of the insignia, but after asking a few merchants and showing it to travelers passing through, you finally got a lead. A noble house. A powerful one.

When you returned to him that night, you found him staring at the pendant as if willing it to give him answers. His grip tightened the moment he saw you. “Did you find something?”

“I think so. There’s a noble house that uses this crest. If you came from there—”

“No.” His response was immediate. His eyes bore into you, the desperation in them unmistakable. “I don’t want to go back.”

“But if they’re your family—”

“You’re my family. You’re the one who found me. The one who stayed.”

You sighed, watching as he clutched the pendant like a lifeline.

“I’m just a stranger,” you said softly. “I found you, yes, but that doesn’t mean you belong with me. If this noble house is truly your home, then you deserve to know.”

His jaw tensed, his fingers tightening around the pendant. For a moment, you thought he would refuse. But then, reluctantly, he nodded. “…If you say so.”

You led him back.

The noble estate wasn’t far from where you had been staying. Grand, towering, but the moment you arrived, something felt… off. The people who greeted him were all smiles, their voices laced with relief. “Young Master, you’ve returned! We feared the worst!”

But their eyes told a different story.

You noticed how their gazes flickered, scanning him like he was a puzzle missing its most crucial pieces. Their warmth was surface-level, forced. And though they welcomed him with open arms, their words carried an eerie weight.

“You must be tired. Rest now, we will take care of everything.”

You excused yourself quickly, saying you had a place to return to, but in truth, you lingered. The estate was vast, but your temporary lodging was close enough to overhear hushed conversations in the night. And what you heard chilled you.

“He doesn’t remember anything?” A voice—sharp, laced with amusement.

“No. It’s like he’s been wiped clean.”

“Not surprising. He was never the strongest. Without his memory, he’s even more useless.”

“And easier to deal with,” another voice chimed in, colder than the rest. “The game is still ongoing. One less contender makes things simpler.”

A game. A cruel, bloodstained battle between siblings, and Mydei—before, he had been able to survive it. But now? Now, he was lost, vulnerable. He had no idea of the danger he was in.

You gritted your teeth. That accident—was it truly an accident? Or was it their doing?

The realization settled like a stone in your chest. You couldn’t just leave him here.

He wouldn’t survive. Not like this.

You couldn’t just walk away. Not when you knew the truth. Not when he was in danger. So you did what you had to—you found a way in.

Disguising yourself wasn’t difficult. The estate was grand, but like any noble house, it needed servants to run smoothly. You took on the guise of one, slipping through the halls unnoticed, watching over Mydei from the shadows.

He wasn’t faring well.

His so-called family treated him with courtesy in public, but behind closed doors, their true nature bled through. They ignored him at best, undermined him at worst. Servants whispered behind his back, while his siblings watched him like vultures waiting for a corpse to rot.

Still, he tried. He struggled to regain some semblance of control, to remember who he was. But without his memories, he was stumbling in the dark. And no one was there to guide him.

No one except you.

You found ways to help—small, subtle things. Placing a knife just within his reach when someone tried to corner him. Leaving behind old journal pages you had stolen from his quarters, hoping to jog his memory. Whispering warnings when danger lurked too close.

At first, he didn’t notice.

Then he started to suspect.

Late one night, as you were preparing to slip away after another act of sabotage against his enemies, a firm hand grabbed your wrist. You froze, heart hammering as you turned to meet his gaze.

“I knew it” he breathed, eyes wide with something between relief and disbelief. “You—why are you here?”

You hesitated. Telling him the truth was dangerous. But lying to him? That felt even worse.

“…I couldn’t leave you” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “They want you dead, Mydei.”

“I—” He staggered back, gripping his head as a sharp pain lanced through him. Then, as if something had finally cracked open within him, his body trembled.

Memories—fragmented, hazy, but unmistakable—flooded back.

The battles. The betrayals. The bloodshed.

And you. You, standing in the light, offering him your hand. When his eyes lifted to yours again, they were no longer clouded with confusion.

“You came back for me,” he murmured, stepping closer, his fingers curling around your wrist. “You stayed.”

He remembered now.

And he wasn’t going to let you go.

“You stayed” he repeated, “Even when you knew what I was.”

“You heard them. You knew what they planned to do to me. You knew what kind of world I come from. Yet you still came back for me.”

This was a different Mydei. The man before you was not the helpless one you had saved. He had survived in a world where power meant everything, where hesitation was death. And now that he had remembered? He was embracing it once more.

“I should thank you” he murmured, lifting your hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Not just for saving me, but for reminding me that I have something worth keeping.”

“Mydei—”

“Listen.”

“You saved me. That means you are mine.”

“This place is nothing but a den of vipers” he continued, his voice calm, “I won’t waste my time playing their little games anymore.”

“So let’s make a deal.”

“What… kind of deal?”

“You stay by my side.” His fingers traced down to your collarbone, “You keep helping me, just as you have been.”

“And in return?”

“I’ll make sure you never have to worry about anyone else ever again.” His smile widened, “No more threats. No more enemies.”

But you weren’t ready for this.

So you did the only thing you could.

You forced a shaky smile, lifted your hand, and clasped his in a firm shake. “I’ll… think about it”

“Good.”

The moment his fingers left yours, you turned and ran.

You didn’t dare look back.

The Mydei you had cared for, the one who had clung to you with quiet desperation, was gone. In his place was a man who had remembered exactly who he was—a ruthless survivor, a predator who had lived through cruelty and now embraced it like an old friend.

And yet, as you fled through the halls, one thought nagged at you.

He let you go.

He could have stopped you.

But he didn’t.

Because he had something more important to do.

You had overheard the whispers. The plots. The disdain his so-called family held for him. And now that he had regained his memories, there was no doubt in your mind—they would pay for what they did to him.

You didn’t stop running until you were far from the main estate, your breath ragged, heart hammering against your ribs. You found an empty corridor, pressed yourself against the cold stone wall, and tried to collect your thoughts.

A distant sound echoed through the halls—the sharp clang of metal, the unmistakable shouts of panic. The purge had begun.

You swallowed hard, hands trembling as you clenched them into fists. Mydei wasn’t hesitating anymore. Now that his memories had returned, he wouldn’t let his enemies walk away unscathed.

The people who had left him for dead, the ones who had scorned him, plotted against him—he would make sure they suffered.

And once he was done with them?

His attention would turn back to you.

A sickening realization settled in your chest. You weren’t just someone who had saved him anymore. You had become something far more important in his eyes. His savior. His only ally.

You had to leave.

You turned sharply and began moving, sticking to the shadows as you made your way toward the outer edges of the estate. Your mind raced.

Another scream rang out in the distance, quickly cut off. You forced yourself not to flinch. If you let fear control you now, you’d never make it out.

“Leaving so soon?”

There he was.

Standing in the moonlight, his silhouette framed against the darkened estate, his clothes stained with fresh crimson.

Mydei smiled.

“I was hoping you’d wait for me.”

“It’s only natural to leave” you said, watching him carefully. “I’m no more than a wanderer. I never belonged here in the first place.”

Mydei tilted his head, as if amused by the excuse. He didn’t move closer, but the weight of his gaze made it feel as though he had.

“I saved you” you continued, keeping your tone even. “That’s enough for me. You have your memories now, your strength. You should settle. Surviving in a family like this… it’s already exhausting, isn’t it?”

“Settle?”

“You really think I’m the type to settle?”

“You don’t have to keep fighting anymore. You’ve won.”

“You think this was about winning?” Mydei murmured. “About just… surviving?” His fingers trailed against the hilt of his weapon, still stained from the night’s work. “No. This was about getting rid of obstacles.”

“Then you don’t need me here anymore.”

“You’re wrong. You’re the only one who reached for me when I had nothing” he murmured. “The only one who stayed. That makes you mine more than anyone else here.”

“Mydei—”

“I’ll let you go.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You want to leave, don’t you?” He said “Fine. Go. Run as far as you like.”

“You… mean it?”

“Of course. But I’ll find you again. You can run, but in the end, you’ll see it too.”

“See what?”

“That no one is more worthy to stand beside you than me.”

-----

Rumors spread like wildfire.

Whispers carried from town to town, tales of a noble house that had drowned in blood overnight. Servants who fled spoke of screams that echoed through the grand halls, of bodies left to rot where they fell. The once-mighty family was no more—only one remained.

The lone survivor. The victor.

Those who dared approach the estate after the massacre told stories of its transformation. The walls, once pristine, were streaked with dried crimson. The grand halls were silent, save for the occasional, eerie creak of a door left ajar. The air reeked of iron and death. Corpses had been left untouched for days, a warning to those who thought to interfere.

Some claimed that Mydei had executed them all himself, his blade carving through flesh without hesitation. Others believed he had simply watched, allowing his enemies to tear each other apart before delivering the final blow.

It didn’t matter which was true. The result was the same.

A house once filled with rivalry, deception, and cruelty had been emptied—purified. And at the center of it all stood the man who had orchestrated it.

You heard the rumors, of course.

But you didn’t linger on them. You had left that place behind. The bloodshed wasn’t yours to worry about.

You convinced yourself of that.

But Mydei hadn’t forgotten you.

With his newfound influence, he set his sights on something far more personal.

You had called yourself a wanderer, someone who did not belong to any one place.

So he devised a way to lure wanderers to him.

At first, it was subtle—news spreading of a noble who welcomed travelers, offering shelter, food, and protection within his domain. Stories were spun of a man who had risen above the cruelty of his past, who sought to create something different. A sanctuary for those with nowhere else to go.

It was a lie dressed in warmth, bait laid out with careful precision.

Some came out of curiosity. Others out of desperation.

And those who entered his grasp never truly left.

Because the moment you stepped inside his domain, you ceased to be a wanderer.

You had been traveling for a while, putting distance between yourself and the blood-soaked estate you left behind. The rumors reached your ears, but you told yourself they weren’t your concern.

Or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you ran into an old companion on the road that doubt began to creep in.

They spotted you first, calling out your name with excitement. You hadn’t seen them in ages, and the warmth of a familiar face eased something in your chest. But as you caught up, their words took a turn you hadn’t expected.

“I finally found a place to settle down” they said, smiling. “A safe haven. You wouldn’t believe it, but Mydei is the one who made it.”

“Mydei?”

“Yeah! He’s completely different from what the rumors say.” They laughed. “People make him sound like some bloodthirsty warlord, but he’s nothing like that. He’s strong, yeah, but fair. He looks out for people like us— drifters, those without a home.”

“And… you trust him?”

“Of course.” They gave you a curious look. “Why wouldn’t I? You should come see for yourself. He’d be happy to see you.”

You told yourself that Mydei was violent, dangerous. But what if—what if it wasn’t as simple as that? You had seen how his family treated him. Surviving in that environment had required cruelty.

Maybe he wasn’t a monster. Maybe he had only done what was necessary.

And now, he had built something better.

Did you really owe it to yourself to keep running from a ghost of the past?

Or was it time to see for yourself what he had become?

Your friend was a skilled hunter, always had been. They carried their latest catch—a freshly hunted deer—over their shoulder with ease, chatting away about how they planned to share the meat at the settlement Mydei had built.

You followed them, your cloak drawn tightly around you, hood casting a shadow over your face. It was better this way. If Mydei truly didn’t recognize you, you could slip in and out unnoticed, just another traveler passing through.

The settlement itself was… not what you expected.

It was thriving.

People moved about with ease, trading goods, chatting, tending to their daily work. There was no fear in their eyes, no signs of oppression. Children ran through the streets laughing. A group of fighters sparred in the courtyard, refining their skills under the watchful eyes of experienced mentors.

It felt normal.

And at the center of it all stood him.

He was speaking with a group of people, his posture relaxed, his voice calm. No bloodstained clothes, no blade in hand—just a leader among his people, guiding them.

You swallowed hard, gripping your cloak a little tighter.

Your companion led you around, showing you different parts of the settlement. They introduced you to others, spoke about how safe it was, how Mydei ensured no one went hungry, how he took in those with nowhere else to go.

Could this really be him?

You told yourself it didn’t matter. You had seen enough. It was time to leave. But just as you turned to slip away, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“You.”

Mydei stood just a few feet away, his golden eyes locked onto you.

“…I know you.”

Your hood still covered most of your face, but it didn’t matter.

He had recognized you.

The moment stretched unbearably long—then he moved. Before you could react, his hand grasped your wrist.

“Let go.”

“You came back.”

“I didn’t come for you” you said, keeping your voice steady. “I was passing through.”

“Passing through? So you expect me to believe that fate just conveniently led you here? To me?”

“You ran from me” he murmured, tilting his head as he studied you. “Yet here you are. Tell me…Did you miss me?”

You clenched your jaw, yanking your arm free at last. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” He straightened, “But it doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

Your friend, sensing the tension, hesitated before speaking. “You two… know each other?”

“We do” he said “And we have unfinished business.”

“We have nothing to discuss.”

“I disagree. Come with me.”

You hesitated.

“You’re causing a scene” he added, “Unless you’d rather continue this conversation with an audience?”

“Hey, if this is a bad time—” Your hunter friend tried to get in between.

“I’ll return them shortly”

“Fine.” You said.

He led you through the settlement, past bustling market stalls and well-armed guards who gave him nods of respect.

Eventually, you found yourself in a quieter part of the settlement—inside what looked like his personal quarters. The door shut behind you.

“So? What do you want?”

Mydei leaned back against the desk, crossing his own arms “That’s my question to you,” he said. “Why are you here?”

You scoffed. “I already told you—I was passing through. Not everything revolves around you, Mydei.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you believe” you shot back. “I saved your life, and this is how you treat me? Grabbing me, dragging me away, demanding answers as if I owe you something?”

“You did save me.” His voice was quieter now.

“That’s why I can’t let you go.” His golden eyes locked onto yours. “Do you think I could forget that? Do you think I want to?”

“You’re acting like I belong to you just because of that.”

“I’m not acting.”

You shook your head. “That’s not how this works. I didn’t save you so you could claim me.”

“I never asked you to save me” he murmured, pushing off the desk and stepping closer. “Yet you did.”

His hand lifted, hovering near your face for just a moment before he let it drop.

“And now, you expect me to just… let you walk away?” His smile was faint, but his eyes told a different story. “That’s cruel, don’t you think?”

Your hands curled into fists, anger boiling over.

“You don’t get to twist this on me” you snapped. “I saved your life because it was the right thing to do. That doesn’t mean I owe you my existence.”

You turned on your heel, making for the door.

“Please” Mydei’s voice rang out—low, almost desperate. “Don’t leave.”

“You can do anything to me,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “Hate me, punish me, curse me—but don’t go.”

Something in you wavered.

That voice, that vulnerability—it was just like the Mydei you had first saved. The one who had clung to you like a lost child, who had looked at you as if you were the only light in his world. The one who, despite everything, had needed you.

Was this still him?

Slowly, you turned, and the moment your eyes met his, something shifted.

His expression had changed.

Gone was the pleading, fragile look. In its place was something else entirely.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth now. “So you do like that side of me.”

Realization hit you like a crashing wave.

The moment he saw your hesitation, your concern, he had turned it against you.

You took a step back. “You—”

“I wondered” Mydei mused, tilting his head. “You always looked at me differently when I was weak. When I was the one needing you.”

He took a slow step forward, his smirk deepening. “Did it make you feel important?” His voice was silk laced with something dangerous. “Knowing I depended on you?”

“That’s not—”

“But the moment I changed—became stronger, took control—you hated it.” His eyes studied you, as if unraveling every thought in your head. “Did you only like me when I was fragile?”

“That’s not true.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Isn’t it?”

You hated the way he was looking at you now—like he had figured you out.

----

You had only been traveling for a day when disaster struck.

It happened so fast.

One moment, you were walking alongside your companion, the two of you chatting idly. The next—

The ground beneath you gave way after a sharp snap.

You barely had time to react before your body plunged downward, a concealed pit lined with jagged spikes waiting below. Your instincts screamed—twisting midair, you barely managed to avoid being skewered outright.

But pain still erupted in your side as a sharpened point grazed deep, slicing through cloth and flesh alike.

You hit the bottom hard, the breath knocked from your lungs. Blood soaked into your clothes. Above you, your companion leaned over the edge of the pit, their expression twisted into something that sent a chill down your spine.

Mockery.

"Ah… damn," they mused, lips curling. "That looked like it hurt."

You forced yourself to push up on shaking arms, ignoring the pain searing through your side.

"You know, I always wondered how someone like you got by on your own. Guess you’re not as lucky as you thought, huh?"

"You…"

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” They sighed, stretching lazily. “Do you have any idea how much he was willing to pay for this?”

He?

This wasn’t an accident.

This was a setup.

And before you could even begin to process it—

Another figure stepped into view.

Boots hitting the ground softly. A shadow against the waning light above.

"Tsk. What a mess."

Mydei.

“I told them to be careful with you,” he murmured, gaze trailing lazily over your wound. "Seems they got a little too eager."

"You know how it is. Accidents happen."

"Mm." Mydei tilted his head, as if contemplating something.

"Good thing I’m here to save you, then."

Pain pulsed through your side, but it was nothing compared to the ice-cold dread seeping into your veins.

Mydei was still crouched at the edge of the pit.

Your so-called friend, still standing beside him, let out a short laugh. “Well, I’ve held up my end of the deal.” they said, dusting off their hands. “So? My payment?”

Mydei sighed, almost lazily. “Ah. Yes. About that…”

And then, with a sudden, fluid motion—

His dagger flashed.

Your companion staggered, their eyes wide, hands flying to their throat—where crimson spilled between their fingers.

You froze, horror locking your limbs in place.

They tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling noise. They collapsed to their knees, fingers clawing uselessly at the ground—at Mydei’s boot.

“Greedy little thing” he murmured.

And then—he kicked them. Their body tumbled forward—right into the pit.

You barely had time to react before they landed beside you with a sickening thud.

Dead.

Your entire body trembled.

Slowly, you forced yourself to look up.

Mydei was still there, watching you. His blade gleamed with fresh blood, his expression unreadable.

“Now,” he said, “that’s one problem taken care of.”

His gaze drifted down to you, lingering on your wound.

“All that’s left,” he murmured, “is you.”

You barely had time to react before he leapt down, landing gracefully beside you. He knelt, completely unfazed by the corpse only inches away.

“You’re hurt” he observed softly, as if this was some tragic twist of fate and not a consequence of his actions.

You flinched as he pressed against the wound, sharp pain lancing through your body.

He shushed you.

"Don't struggle," he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain dulling your senses, but never fully fading.

Every time your eyes fluttered open, he was there.

Sitting beside your bed. Watching.

The dim glow of a lantern cast long shadows across the room, flickering against the walls. The scent of herbs and faint traces of blood lingered in the air. Your body ached, but it was warm—wrapped in thick blankets, bandages tightly wound around your wound.

Your fingers twitched against the sheets. Despite the haze clouding your mind, you could still feel him.

Sitting so close.

His presence was suffocating.

“Feel any better?”

You forced your eyes open fully.

Mydei sat beside you, his golden gaze fixed solely on you. His clothes were different now—clean, unblemished by blood.

“You should rest” he murmured, reaching forward. His fingers brushed against your forehead, checking for a fever.

“You…” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You did this.”

Mydei’s eyes softened, as if your accusation hurt him.

“I saved you.”

“You set me up.”

“I had to” he said simply. “You wouldn’t have come back otherwise.”

“You killed them,” you breathed, “Right in front of me.”

“They were useless to me.”

“You—”

He leaned forward before you could finish, his hand shifting to gently cradle the side of your face.

“You can hate me all you want. You can be afraid.”

His thumb traced along your cheek, “But you’re here now.”

“And I’m never letting you go again.”

---

He had fallen asleep beside you.

It was your chance.

Carefully, painfully, you shifted beneath the covers. Your wound throbbed with every movement, but you gritted your teeth, swallowing down the pain.

Your hands trembled as you lifted the blanket. Slowly, carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor.

One step.

Another.

You barely made it past the bed when pain exploded in your leg as your bandages were yanked, forcing you backward. A startled gasp escaped your lips as you lost balance, falling back onto the bed.

A strong arm coiled around your waist in an instant, pulling you flush against something firm and solid.

You barely processed what had happened before his voice, low and drowsy, rumbled against your ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

A shiver crawled up your spine. His body, warm and unyielding, pressed against yours, his breath ghosting over the side of your neck.

“You—You were asleep.”

“I was.” His fingers traced along the bandages he had wrapped around your leg, deliberately pressing down just enough to make you wince. “Until you decided to leave me behind.”

“Let me go.”

He exhaled, his hold tightening just slightly.

"After everything I've done for you? After I saved you?"

Your nails dug into the sheets. "You trapped me."

He hummed, as if considering your words.

"I brought you back where you belong."

His fingers curled against your thigh, his warmth seeping into your skin, his presence completely swallowing you whole. A sharp gasp tore from your lips as teeth sank into the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Your body jerked instinctively, your hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair in a desperate attempt to stop him.

“Mydei—!”

He didn’t flinch. If anything, he pressed closer, his breath hot against your skin, his grip on your injured leg firm. His tongue flicked over the fresh mark, soothing where he’d bitten down.

"You can hate me all you want," he murmured against your thigh.

He tilted his head up slightly, "And yet…" His fingers trailed along your bandaged leg, slow, deliberate. "You're still here."

You gritted your teeth, gripping his hair tighter, forcing his head back—forcing him to stop.

The intensity in his gaze dulled in a sudden, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. His shoulders sagged, his grip loosening as if suddenly realizing what he was doing.

"...I don't want you to leave" he murmured, voice quieter now. "I don't want to be alone again."

A pang of hesitation struck you.

It was so easy for him to do this—to slip between dangerous and desperate, between predator and lost, abandoned prey.

And the worst part?

It was working.

Your grip on his hair loosened.

“You saved me” he whispered. “No one else did. No one else ever would have.”

For a moment, just a moment, you saw him again. The wounded man you had once found. The one who clung to you, eyes filled with quiet desperation. The one you had saved.

Your fingers, still tangled in his hair, trembled.

He had you right where he wanted.

Mydei’s fingers curled around yours, his grip firm yet gentle, as if sealing an unspoken vow. “Only you are worthy to stay by my side,” he murmured, “No one else can get in the way.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands, at the stark contrast between how delicately he held you—and the blood still drying under his nails.

For a moment, you thought about strangling him. About ending this madness right here and now.

Instead—

Your palm cracked against his cheek. You slapped him. His head snapped slightly to the side from the force, but he didn’t react—didn’t flinch.

“That” you seethed, voice trembling with controlled fury, “was for lying to me. For setting a trap. For using me.”

His cheek flushed red from the slap, yet his lips curled ever so slightly—amused.

But before he could speak—before he could weave another sickeningly sweet excuse—

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in.

Your lips crashed against his, fierce, demanding, stealing the breath right out of him.

Mydei inhaled sharply, his body tensing for the briefest moment before melting into you, his hand instantly finding the back of your head, ready to deepen the kiss, to take, to consume—

But just as quickly, you ripped yourself away.

He let out a breathless sound, eyes dark with longing, his fingers twitching, as if resisting the urge to pull you back.

"And that—" you exhaled "was for deceiving me with your little act."

“You,” he murmured, reaching for you again, but stopping just short, as if savoring the space between you, “have no idea how much people fear me.” His golden eyes gleamed. “No one dares to lay a hand on me like you do.”

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.

He let out a sharp breath, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

"You forget," you hissed, "I was the one who saved you." You leaned in, so close that your words ghosted over his lips. “I am not like normal people.”

His hands lifted, brushing against your waist, wanting—needing to hold you in place.

“And that—” he whispered, eyes lidded, lips curving—“is exactly why no one else is suitable to stay by my side but you.”

[dyingswanpavlova]

"Your girl" - Part 10 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: A fight turns into something beautiful. Turns into what could be your last day on earth.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse and other traumatic events in the past, numbness, helplessness, violence, threatening, mentions of blood, mentions of murder/rape/death, hinting at suicidal thoughts (only briefly and not really serious, but I'll put it here nonetheless), body issues, trauma talk, stockholm syndrome, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, depression, manipulation and low self-esteem, mentions of sexual activities and desires, smut, (rough) sex, oral sex, switch, degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics, daddy, not beta-read, if I've missed any please tell me! mdni 18+!

"Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader Masterlist

The tight smile.

It was all you needed to see to know you were in great, big trouble. It was really disappointing though, considering how good the day had started.

When you woke up, right after having a short, restless sleep, you saw him lying beside you. And for once, ever since you had gotten here, he wasn’t awake. No, he was deep asleep. His beautiful ��eyes shut tightly and his expression one of peaceful relaxation. You hadn’t ever seen him this perfect before.

It was nearly ridiculous. Just a few hours earlier, he had ravaged you in a way that left you feeling sore and used, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but somehow you had a feeling last night was different. It wasn’t the sex per say. It was the way he got angry and you felt you couldn’t get through to him, even if you truly wanted to. And what was far worse than all of it, was the threat.

The threat.

What did it even mean?

I would never kill you. At least not unless you gave me a reason to.

It wasn’t even a subtle threat. He didn’t try to hide that he was twisted and dangerous. Dangerous for you, if you pushed the right buttons. You had done so quite some times by now, but luckily you were still around. But how much was too much?

What would make his mind go blank and cause him to swing an axe at you?

Shoot you right in the face?

Gut you in the middle of the-

You shuddered and took a long, deep breath to calm yourself. This wasn’t going to happen. You wouldn’t anger him to that degree. And yet, you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about it.

What could possibly piss him off enough, to trigger such an extreme reaction?

If you went out and fucked someone else?

Or if you spilled milk on the coffee table?

You took another slow breath and looked back at his peaceful, sleeping form. It was hard not to love him, when he was like this. Sweet. Peaceful.

Vulnerable.

You hadn’t even seen vulnerable, regarding him. Not really. You didn’t know his name, his family, his backstory or anything else that truly mattered. All you knew was which buttons to push and it would make him slap you. You had his age. And his sexual preferences. You knew he had some kind of dangerous job, but you had no idea what it was about. And you knew he was twisted.

Utterly and entirely twisted.

But you saw none of that as you watched him sleep. All you saw was a handsome man, the most handsome man you had ever seen, even with the faint trace of a scar on his cheek. You still hated the sight of it. Not because it would have done anything to his attractiveness. No, he was very obviously still perfect. It was the fact that he got hurt.

Someone hurt him.

You were surprised just by how angry the thought made you. He was always so confident. It was his choice to either be angry and take it out on you or to be gentle and spoil you with affection and gifts. But it was his choice. He was the man. He was in charge. He was the epitome of strength.

And someone hurt him.

Him.

A part of you was almost tempted to think yours.

Someone hurt your man.

But you pushed the thought away just as quick as it came. He was hardly your man.

Your bane, your curse, your horror. Yes.

But not your man.

When he stirred slightly, you were pulled out of your thoughts. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds for him to blink his eyes open. When he finally looked up at you and met your gaze, a hint of surprise flashed over his features. But he schooled his expression into a soft smile effortlessly.

“Good morning, my little owl.” He purred. “You’re up early.” He raised a brow and smirked slowly. “Were you watching me sleep?”

Your face flushed, but you didn’t feel the need to deny it. It was pretty obvious anyway.

“I did.” You said quietly. “I couldn’t help it. You looked so…peaceful.”

He hummed softly and propped himself up on his elbows, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear with two fingers. “Peaceful? Doesn’t sound like me at all.”

He didn’t seem angry or even irritated that you watched him. If anything, he seemed amused or maybe even strangely flattered.

You shrugged.

“Have you been up for long?”

You shook your head.

He frowned slightly and held your chin in his hand, brushing his thumb over your skin in a gentle way. “You didn’t sleep well. You look like you didn’t sleep at all.”

You averted your gaze. What could you possibly tell him? That you spent all night, asking yourself not if, but when he would finally snap and snap your neck the same?

“Look at me.”

You hesitated, but eventually you met his gaze again. His expression was one of thoughtfulness and curiosity and you knew you had to give him something. He wouldn’t stop pestering you otherwise. You thought for a moment, before you finally gave up. You didn’t trust your ability to lie to him. He would see right through it and punish you for trying to deceive him.

“It’s about last night.” You murmured quietly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but eventually he relaxed his expression and let go of your chin. With a soft sigh, he murmured back: “Was it too much for you? Too rough?”

You thought about the best possible way to answer this. Eventually you came up with something you would have hoped would be the perfect solution. “I’m still ashamed.”

“Ashamed?” He frowned.

“Because a part of me enjoys it.”

He hummed softly. “We talked about this, sweet girl, but I’ll say it again and again. You have nothing to be ashamed about. First of all, it’s not your fault you turned out like this.”

“That’s kind of the problem.” It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. It did bother you. Just that the life threatening thing was worse. “I feel like you enjoy what we do, because you simply enjoy it. And I think I enjoy it, because I feel the constant need to get hurt and degraded, because of…because of what happened to me.”

He regarded you with a long, thoughtful look. His eyes softened somewhat and he was back. The man who supposedly cared about you came back, after a long, rough night. He sighed and rolled over so that he was on his back and staring at the ceiling. All the while he stretched out his arm and pulled you along, curling you into his side. He didn’t look at you as he spoke and his tone of voice was almost emotionless.

You couldn’t tell if you preferred this over the anger. Probably not.

“Did I ever tell you about my father?”

You froze. What? No. He hadn’t ever told you anything about himself that mattered. Let alone his family. As far as you were concerned, he didn’t even have a father.

But all you managed was a small, breathless shake of your head.

He hummed softly and played with your hair as he spoke, still keeping his voice cool and measured. He never met your gaze. Almost like he couldn’t. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to appear nonchalant or if he truly didn’t care. You hoped for the first one.

“My father had some creative ways of punishment.” He hummed. Oh, God. “Similar to your mother, I might think. Just more blood. And a few…other things.”

You held your breath as he spoke, feeling utterly sick. The fact that he had so subtly and smoothly threatened your life last night was suddenly the last thing on your mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, sweetness. I was always a little different from other boys my age. I wasn’t interested in the things the others were. I liked different things. Darker things. But I’m pretty sure, had it not been for my father…” He hummed. “He did some nasty things. Really nasty. And not only to me. To my mother as well.” He turned to face you fully, while you still lay frozen and staring at him with bated breath. All the while he caressed your face and spoke in this soft voice, like he was reading from a children’s book. It was eerie. “That might be one of the reasons why I am always in control.” He smiled briefly. “Especially sexually.”

You just kept staring at him. He hadn’t said it outright and he probably never would, but you could tell there was something. Something dark and terrible, something that still haunted him, even after all these years. And it made you sick to the core. The fact that his father, his own father, had hurt him, it made you feel nauseous. And especially, angry.

“So, I should probably be grateful to him, don’t you think?”

You knew you weren’t supposed to say anything to that, anything about that at all. No matter how terrible you felt, no matter how badly you wished to comfort him. He would get angry, because he would think of it as pity. You were sure. But you still had to say it.

“Your father is a sick man.” You said quietly. “And you didn’t deserve whatever he did to you.”

“Oh, I’m aware, my sweet, darling girl.” His face lit up in a soft smile. “I was just a boy. A twisted one, maybe. But still a boy.”

It made you feel as uneasy, as you felt relieved about it. At least he acknowledged it. He had no fault in his father’s cruelty. At least not back then.

And at least there was something. A tiny reminder that he was human, that he was real, that there was something akin to flesh and blood that made him similar to you. Not the fact that it had happened. Oh no, you would have changed it, were you in the power to. You would have bled and suffered, if only it meant to free him from the burden of his past.

No, but the thought that he told you about it. He had a father. A mother. A family. He had a childhood. A life. He was real.

You lay in silence for a long while. Of course you wanted to say more, to comfort him and hug him. To kiss away the fear he had probably felt as a little boy. You wanted to take him in your arms and make him whole again, puzzle him together until he got reunited with the love he was so desperately missing all his life. What about his mother? You asked yourself. But you thought now wasn’t the best time to ask. You didn’t want to risk making him angry, when he wasn’t so far. He hadn’t ever shared as much of himself. You didn’t want to say anything. And, you suddenly realized, you were afraid to pressure him.

So you said the next best thing. In the silent hope, that one day he’d trust you enough to let you in.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You said very softly. His head perked up and his expression softened. No anger in sight.

“My sweet, caring girl. The ghosts of my past are no more than that. And don’t you worry. I got my revenge.”

You bit your lip and rolled onto your side, facing him properly. The thoughtfulness in your eyes turned into something else the longer you looked at him, a mixture of concern and gentleness. He didn’t seem to mind. He let you stare without interrupting your thoughts. It was a peaceful, comfortable silence.

“How did you get your revenge?” You asked quietly, before you could stop yourself.

He smirked and stretched out his arms behind his head.

“I killed him.”

A part of you had suspected as much. But another part of you, the naïve little girl that you somehow still were, felt horrified. He killed his own father. And yet, that other part of you whispered softly in the back of your mind.

Did you expect anything else?

You thought back to your mother. Had you ever had a gun in the wrong moment-

No. Never. You couldn’t kill anyone. Not even a fucking fly. You were the type of person to chase them out of the window, instead of crushing them.

It wasn’t enough to calm you down and he seemed to notice.

“Are you alright, sweet girl?”

You were going to die anyway. Why not speak freely at least?

Forget his father. He’s dead. But you’re not. Not yet at least.

“You scared me last night.”

His brows furrowed. “When we-“

“No.” You said in a soft tone and slowly sat up, wrapping the sheets around your body. “I mean, yes. Kind of. But that’s not the problem. You scared me when you said…when you said you would kill me if I gave you a reason to.” Your expression and your tone of voice were almost child-like. Innocent and curious, not at all trying to guilt-trip him. Just a girl, scared for her life. Her sanity.

Herself.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He said softly as he sat up as well. He reached out to pull you on his lap, but you pulled back. He frowned, but he didn’t protest.

“I was simply-“

“What could get me killed?”

It was so sharp, so matter-of-fact, that it made him pause for a moment. He looked genuinely caught off-guard, like he never expected him to ask him such a question. And like he wasn’t sure how to answer it.

“What?”

“What could I say or do that would make you kill me?” You asked in a soft voice. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, but you tried to stay strong. You needed to get a point across. You needed to know.

He thought for a moment, before he leaned back and narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful frown.

“Another man.”

Cheating. As if you really were anything to each other, right?

Such a normal thing. People got killed over cheating all the time, didn’t they?

Or did they really?

“Another man.” You whispered. “Okay. What else?”

He hummed softly. “If you left me.”

“If I left you?” You meant it in a way as if saying; how would I be supposed to leave you? There aren’t even fucking windows here.

He nodded. “When you leave me, you’re no longer my girl. And I don’t have a reason to keep you alive, if you’re not.”

You swallowed thickly. How very refreshing. He was being honest at least. Wasn’t that what you wanted? And you didn’t know if this was better or worse. You had expected as much.

“Anything else?” You whispered hoarsely.

“No.”

Your brows shot up in surprise. “No? If I don’t cheat on you or leave you, you won’t-“

“No.” He said again, in that infuriating, calm tone.

“And if I insulted you?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “If I hurt you? If I-“

“Don’t get me wrong.” The menacing bastard was back. “You don’t get to trample on me, sweet girl. In fact, you know what happens, if you do all that. You’ll get punished. And that didn’t change.” He narrowed his eyes further.

He took a long breath to calm himself and finally said: “I just didn’t want you to be terrified for no reason. I’m sure there are a few more things you can do that will definitely get you killed. So, try not to push my buttons too much. Don’t experiment. Don’t think you get any kind of power. All you are is my girl. Mine. Mine to use. Mine to torment as I please. You’re my plaything. My toy.” He got angrier with every word and you were sure, more than sure, you had done something terribly wrong.

“Mine to use however I see fit.” He gritted out. “Because that’s all you are to me.”

Every word stabbed a wound deeper and deeper into your soul. He didn’t love you. You weren’t an idiot. But a part of you had hoped, hoped so desperately, that you were anything more to him. Anything of meaning. Anything he cared about. Anything he thought about and smiled, when he went off to his mysterious workplace. Anything at all.

But you weren’t. You were his plaything. His fucktoy. His doll.

His girl.

Your face burned in shame and your guts churned painfully. You slowly looked down at your hands and folded them in your lap, while you kept the blanket pulled up to your chin.

“I wasn’t-“

“Yes, you were.” He hissed and roughly pulled your chin up, to make you look at him. “Did you hear me? You’re nothing more than a thing for me to use, a doll, something to dress up in a pretty dress and take my anger out on. Did you get that through your goddamn, thick skull? You’re nothing. Nothing at all.” He spat out.

At this point, you felt indeed like he had stabbed you. The knife was still there on the carpet by the bed. How very reckless. You could have stabbed him last night, didn’t he think about that? No, he was tired or maybe he just trusted himself to have broken you enough not to ever hurt him.

It was true. You wouldn’t ever hurt him. Not like that. That one punch was as far as it could go.

And now, as you sat there and listened to his cruel words, a small part of you suddenly wished he hadn’t bluffed, hadn’t used the knife as a way to find relief in his twisted mind. A part of you wished you weren’t there, to listen to his cruel reminders. The reminder that you were nothing.

Nothing at all.

You felt your hands shake, just the same second your lip quivered.

He was so angry, so furious, he hardly even recognized your presence. He wanted to make some point known.

You understood it now.

He would never love you.

But you? It was too late for you. You already loved him. And he was breaking your heart.

All your life you thought that couldn’t happen to you. You always assumed you were far too numb for these things.

A tear rolled down your cheek and you stared firmly down at your lap. Your hands were shaking furiously and your body shook with the sobs you choked back.

By the time he looked up again and saw the state you were in, his anger immediately disappeared. Something akin to horror took its place instead. He rushed forward without even thinking about it and held your arms tightly, tilting his head down below and staring up at you, to make you look at him.

“Wait.” He said quickly. “Wait. I didn’t mean it.”

You were stuck between pushing him away and letting him console you. But you knew there was probably nothing that could ever bring you back. Your heart, already broken and bruised, had just somehow been pieced back together by him, only for him to crush it again under the palm of his hand, under the cruelty of his words, under the weight of his actions.

You decided to push him back instead. At least for once, you tried to keep a semblance of dignity. It was a lost cause, but it meant something to you.

He let out a surprised exhale, but quickly rushed forward again, trying to get ahold of you, but this time, you struggled.

“Get off of me!”

“No, you need to listen to me!”

“No! No, get the hell off!”

“You need to listen!”

You struggled even harder and pushed him back, clawed at his skin and within seconds you found yourself in the middle of a physical fight. So far, he hadn’t tried to slap you or bring you to your senses anyhow, he just tried to make you focus. And when you hit against his chest or pushed him back by his shoulders, when you scratched his arms and pulled on his hair, he let you. Without retaliating. He let you.

You were just waiting for him to snap. A part of you might even have been hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him, because he had just hurt you so terribly. But he didn’t.

And when you pushed him back against the mattress, he let you.

And when you straddled his lap, he let you.

He even let you intertwine your fingers and press his hands against the bed.

He just let you.

You stopped struggling. Stopped fighting him and stopped trying to provoke anything.

You were on top him, your hair falling over your shoulders and framing your face like a waterfall. Everything else was suddenly gone. All that there was left were him and you. He stared up at you, his eyes wide and his expression one of quiet fascination. Of course he allowed you to take control. After all, all it needed was a tiny bit of strength from him and he’d have you pinned to the floor. But this time, he didn’t. He didn’t protest, didn’t fight back, didn’t even flinch. He allowed you to take the lead. He allowed you to take control of him.

When the thought hit you, you nearly choked on the air you breathed. And you breathed, heavily and quickly, until your breaths mingled into one. You leaned further down, so close that the tip of your nose almost touched his. His chest rose and fell quickly. You could tell, even though you kept your focus on his face.

“You meant it.” You whispered breathlessly.

He stared at you with his mouth slightly agape and then he slowly shook his head. “You’re more.” He whispered back.

More than a toy?

More than a doll?

More than just his girl?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t allow yourself to hope, because if you did, the next time he crushed it, it would be ever harder for you to find back to yourself. And did you really want to risk that?

You shook your head, ready to come up with the next bitter, biting response, when his words caught you off-guard.

“You’re not only mine”, he said quietly. “I’m also yours.”

God, this was confusing. And slowly you felt yourself get as dizzy and nauseous as you would have on a rollercoaster. You hated rollercoasters, because you were afraid of them. You hated them, because you never went on one.

“You’re two people at once.” You whispered breathlessly. “How do I know, when your evil twin will be back?”

He smiled slowly. Even now, even when you felt heartbroken and furious, his smile meant so much to you. It made everything seem beautiful. Everything was easier. Nothing hurt.

Until it did.

“I know.” He whispered. “Maybe you could try and put him in his place, every once in a while.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Did he really allow you to take control? Just like that? Was it a trick? Was it a game? A joke? Something even more evil he’d come up with?

Whatever it was, you were dying to find out. Because you were sure, you’d get punished anyway. So, why not make use of it?

You took a shaky breath and leaned further down, so close, until your lips almost touched.

“You really didn’t mean it?” You asked in the ghost of a whisper.

His gaze briefly wandered down to your lips, before he looked into your eyes again.

“No.” He whispered back. “Not even I am that dense.”

That nearly made you smile.

But just nearly.

Instead you did something else. You leaned further down, until your lips finally touched his. The kiss was feather-light and hesitant. The touch was so gentle, that you caught yourself asking yourself in your head, if it really was the same man.

He was letting you kiss him. He didn’t try anything. Didn’t try to part your lips or pull you closer. Didn’t try to push your legs apart. His hands were still motionless under yours, all that he did was slowly caress the back of your hands with his fingers.

He participated in the kiss. He kissed you back, obviously. But all he did was mirror your touch.

You were in control.

You gasped against his lips. You had no idea what to do. It felt odd. Maybe even wrong. The only things you had ever fantasized about were to get controlled by someone else.

Controlled by him.

And for you to control him, it sounded like an impossible endeavor. It felt like one, even more. But there you were. On his lap. Slowly guiding the pace.

You swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whispered into the kiss.

He hummed very quietly. “Imagine I’m the good twin.” He whispered back and pulled back just enough to look at your face. “There is no right or wrong. Just do whatever feels good.”

You bit your lip as you watched him closely. It could still be a trick. But in the back of your mind, you knew it wasn’t. It was an attempt to heal you. Heal him as well, maybe. You were both damaged. Both two fragments, incomplete and alone. Was it possible that you could heal each other?

It sounded strange in your head. You wanted to be controlled. And he survived off the feeling of being in control. But maybe, just maybe, this was what you both needed. A role reverse. A chance to grow. A chance to connote. Just this once.

To become one, whole thing.

You took a deep, shaky breath and brushed your lips over his. You were still nervous. But you tried to do what he said. Just do whatever feels good.

And maybe it would.

You hesitantly, almost shyly, ran the tip of your tongue along his lower lip. His reaction surprised you. He moaned. You really expected him to get off on nothing but cruelty and violence. But somehow the feeling of you, of being with you, in any way, seemed to be enough.

You needed to try it. The shift. The control. Even just this once.

You slowly parted his lips with your tongue and yours met his in a timid, careful movement. He was still the one guiding you. But the biggest reason was, that you had no idea what you were doing. But he was holding himself back. You were on top, pressed against him.

He was yours.

Your man. Your psychopath. Maybe even your lover.

The kiss went on and your movements became more and more confident. You didn’t actually care what you were doing, as long as you heard the soft moans he tried to suppress. And every time he did, you couldn’t help but moan, too. Your tongues tangled in a sinful dance and you slowly slid your fingertips over his wrists and up his arms. Until you eventually reached his shoulders. His neck. His hair. His cheek. His chin.

You hadn’t realized how quickly you were breathing. All the time you expected him to push you away, to reject you, to stop you. But he never did.

Your hand stilled against his face and you pulled your head back to look at him. To see if he was going to stop you. Mock you. Hurt you some more.

But his expression was more earnest than you had ever seen before. You could see the way his throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed and the small, tiny frown of focus on his face. He looked much more mature in that moment than he usually did. When he wore that twisted smile, he looked younger. Carefree. But in that moment, he looked like a man who had seen life.

And death.

And taken a part in it.

He slowly parted his lips, when your fingers stilled against them, inviting you. Your mouth fell open and you inhaled sharply as you felt his tongue dart out.

“God, what are you-“ You stopped yourself and instead released the softest moan, when he ran his tongue along your index finger. His hand gently circled your wrist and he pressed his lips against the back of your hand. Your knuckles. And eventually each finger.

You watched him in awe, realizing you were only ever falling deeper for him.

What was it with that man that you loved him so much, despite all the pain he put you through?

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. The watching, the silence. You squeezed his hand and your head dipped forward. Your lips found his neck and you made a point of kissing each and every spot of skin you found on the way. His eyes fell shut and he took a shaky breath.

“No.” He whispered. “Wait.”

You immediately froze, expecting the inevitable rejection. But instead, he bit his lip and slowly slid his hands under your nightdress. The calloused skin of his palms ran up your back and he gently slid the material up, until he finally managed to pull it over your head and onto the ground. His gaze wandered from your face, down to your neck, where it lingered and eventually further down to your breasts and your stomach.

“God.” He whispered breathlessly. “God, you’re perfect.” He bit his lip again and met your gaze. “Let me worship you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you tilted your head to the side, only to feel his lips brush along your earlobe and eventually over your neck. You closed your eyes and sighed softly. It was the best feeling in the world.

His lips caressed your neck and his tongue occasionally darted out, drawing a moan from your lips. He moved with devilish slowness, a torturous pace, slow enough to make you melt into a puddle of desire on top of him. A part of you almost wanted to beg him. Beg him to go faster, to touch you harder, to take you. But you didn’t. Because another part of you wanted to savor every second of this.

When you felt the wet heat of his mouth move lower and embrace the sensitive skin of your breast, you felt your eyes roll back in your head. The sigh that came over your lips was more of a moan. You gently buried your fingers in his hair and played with it. Every time his tongue slipped out to run over the curve of your breast, you felt your hips press down against his own on pure instinct. You felt how hard he was, painfully so. But he didn’t press his hips up against you, he didn’t even try once. He was skilled at ignoring his own need, when he wanted to. He made you feel like a princess. Like all that mattered in the world were you.

You squirmed and shuddered when he moved underneath you, brushing his tongue down a wet path on your stomach.

His hands encircled the back of your thighs and he held you firmly, his fingers gently digging into your skin. And he moved. Lower and lower. Until you felt his hot breath kiss the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. A soft whimper left you and you bit your lip to keep yourself from begging. He was going to give you whatever you wanted. Today, there was no need to beg.

He slowly but firmly pushed your legs apart, and settled in-between them, still lying on his back and ignoring his own ache. He shot you a pointed look, before he finally stuck out his tongue and rolled it over the warm wetness of your need.

“Oh, God.”

He hit every right spot at the first try and you could no longer stay silent. His grip on your thighs tightened and he silently encouraged you to move. Move. Take what you want.

You swallowed a shaky moan and began to tentatively move your hips. It didn’t take long for you to figure out how it worked, how you had to move. It was so easy and the pleasure rolled over you like a warm bath.

“Oh, God.” You whispered again, tightening your hand in his hair.

He did the most sinful things, sliding his tongue inside you and pulling it back out, running it along every spot, embracing your center of pleasure with his warm lips and it felt like Heaven. He knew where to kiss, where to lick, where to suck and where to flick his tongue. He knew everything. And in that moment, you didn’t care one bit about where he gained that knowledge.

Because he used it on you.

And he’d be using it on your for as long as you were his girl.

And you wanted to be his girl for the rest of your life.

“Yes. There. Right there.” You gasped out, moving your hips again and silently begging him to continue, to give you what you wanted, to give you him.

And he did nothing less than that. He kissed you like he’d kiss your lips, he tightened his grip, he didn’t let you back away. His mouth was firmly attached to your body, eager to give you everything you wanted. Letting you ride yourself to bliss.

Which was exactly what you did. You didn’t even realize it, by how suddenly it happened, but your release rolled over you like a flash of lightning. It felt more intense than ever. You felt everything deeply and he didn’t stop, until he was sure, you were entirely spent and satisfied.

You were still gasping for air, when he finally released his grip on you and looked up at you with a soft expression.

You stared at him, trying to catch your breath. All you wanted was to say something, anything, but no words came over your lips. All you managed was the gentle touch of your palm against his cheek. He smiled slowly and covered your hand with his own. Then he slowly moved back up, so that you’d straddle his lap again.

“How was that?” He whispered.

“Fuck.” Was all that you managed.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, but no trace of mockery. Just satisfaction and a tad bit of pride. You forgave him. You would have forgiven him anything.

“Can I?” You finally whispered. You needed to know, if you were still in control.

He smirked. He looked so confident. Just like you always knew him. Confident and strong. In control. And yet…

“I’m all yours, baby. Ride me.”

You bit your lip. Your face flushed the tiniest bit, but you nodded. Now, this was making you really nervous. You had seen videos, but were you able to do it yourself?

Why not? You thought. Why not?

You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. Still slow and sensual, but you poured all the passion you felt for him in that kiss. And he responded in kind. He didn’t try to take control of your mouth. Instead he moaned against your lips, every time your tongue brushed against his. He ran a hand down your back and squeezed your behind firmly in his hand.

“Fuck, I need you to ride me or I’m going to die.” He groaned as he bit your lip. You responded with another moan. You still felt his hardness press against you, hard and ready and needy.

God, the thought alone. The thought that he wanted you that much. It drove you insane.

You swallowed thickly and carefully ran a hand down his chest, down his stomach, down his waist, until-

You smiled. You missed his throbbing, aching need and brushed your fingers gently along his thigh instead.

He glared up at you, a hint of desperation behind the repressed anger.

“I should have known this would come.” He hissed.

Your smile widened into a grin, as you teasingly caressed his side instead.

“What? I’m just doing what you do.”

He released a frustrated growl.

“You-“

“Come on.” You whispered. “Let me have this. Just this once.”

He was still frustrated, but the look in his eyes softened the tiniest bit.

“But I want you.” He murmured and you swallowed.

“How much?” You whispered. God, this was fun.

“How much?” He asked incredulously. “Can’t you feel how much?”

You hummed in the same way he normally would. So innocent. So devilish.

“Paint a picture with your words.”

He exhaled sharply. But eventually he calmed down and wrapped his arms around you gently.

“I need to be inside of you or I’m going to die. I’m going to die, I mean it.”

“Keep going.” You whispered. “Talk to me.” While you spoke, you shifted slightly on his lap, gently grinding down on him and letting him feel you. Just enough to make you gasp, not enough for him to enter you yet.

He bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

“I want to feel you.” He murmured. “I want to fuck you. I want to be one with you. And I fucking want to cum inside you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you sighed.

“Keep going.” You responded in a breathless whisper, as you ground down against him again. The friction was enough for your both to snap your eyes shut.

“I want you to cum.” He whispered back. “I want you to cum so hard, that it’ll make you cry.”

“Fuck.” You whispered breathlessly and buried your face in his neck. “Fuck, yes.”

You swallowed again and pulled your head back up, enough to rest your forehead against his.

“Let me move then?” You whispered. “Please?”

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. “But fucking get to it.”

You released a shaky sigh. You kept your forehead pressed against his and stared into his eyes, intense and deep, while you slowly spread your legs further. You shifted again, your movements a little awkward and insecure, but eventually you felt him press up against you and you felt his tip press against your entrance. And then you slowly lowered yourself down onto his lap. You felt him fill you, but it happened so slowly that you felt every bit of it. And all the time you kept your gaze fixed on his eyes. His reaction. Every moan, every sigh, every twitch. All of it was enough to make you moan in return. You slowly lowered yourself further down, until you felt him all the way. And when you did…You didn’t move. You stayed like that. Just feeling. Just feeling all of him.

And the look in his eyes was worth it.

You had never seen him this soft, this vulnerable before. Not even when he told you about his father. His eyes were softer than ever before and you suddenly realized; you had never seen him this needy. This desperate to feel you. You were sure, just a second more and he would either take control or beg you. But you couldn’t let that happen.

It was his first time to let someone else take control after all.

And you couldn’t have him begging. You couldn’t have him do anything that would make him feel ashamed, when he was so unabashedly doing everything in order to make you happy.

So finally you moved. Slowly and carefully, very unsure still. But you moved. And he moaned. And he moved. And you moaned.

You had never felt him this deep before, this hard, this raw.

“Ride me.” He whispered breathlessly. “Ride daddy’s cock, baby.”

Your face flushed even more, but all you could focus on were his words. You movements became more forceful, more frantic, more desperate. And as hard as he tried not to move at all, it was simply impossible. He pressed his hips up against you, letting you feel him, so hard and God, so desperate.

“Yes. Yes, babygirl, just like that. Let daddy fill you up.” He groaned out.

With every thrust, every move, you felt yourself get closer yet again. It felt like a fantasy.

“Yes. Yes, my sweet girl, my baby, my darling, my love-“

His eyes widened frantically. He panicked. You could tell. So did you. On the inside. But on the outside, you pretended. You pretended all you could, that you hadn’t heard it.

The L-word.

The word that nearly broke you.

No, you hadn’t heard it. He had never said it. It was just a slip-up. A simple mistake. Nothing to get hot and bothered about.

When he realized you didn’t react, he slowly calmed down again and tightened his grip on your hips. His own movements became more and more desperate, until he was pounding into you from underneath.

“Fuck, yes. Cum for me, my babygirl. Cum for me, my darling. Take every drop of my cum.”

His words were enough to drive you over the edge. With a sharp inhale, a breathless moan, you felt your own orgasm hit you again. And he went over the edge right with you.

Your lips just an inch apart and your eyes fixed on each other.

Deep.

And raw.

“Yes.” He growled. “Oh God, yes. Fuck, yes. My girl. My girl, my...” His voice cracked and he came with a roar. He pushed his hips against you with a fervor that nearly left you bruised from the inside and it made your release drag on and on, until you felt you were about to take off to the sky.

It took you a few seconds, but when you both finally came back down from your high, you realized you were still staring into each other’s eyes. You mouth slightly agape and gasping for air, your brows furrowed and your bodies still connected in the most intimate way. You didn’t want him to withdraw yet. You wanted to feel his release run along your thighs. You wanted to feel dirty like that and at the same time you wanted something else entirely.

Stay close.

Stay together.

My love.

The word kept echoing through your mind like a poem, like a curse.

Like a death warrant.

My love.

He buried his hand in your hair and gently tugged on it.

“That…was…”

You had never seen him speechless before. The sight stirred so much in you.

You idiot girl. He hurt you, he hurt you so terribly and all you wanted right now was him beside you, at all times, maybe with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly.

God, you were just as insane as he was. Probably even more so.

He was a psychopath. What was your excuse?

You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts and so you decided to take control a last time. Your head dipped forward and you kissed him. With a tenderness that made your heart ache. And he responded. With a softness that left you breathless.

My love.

Half an hour later, you finally managed to get your hands off of each other. After you finished your bathroom routine, he invited you to the shower with him. You’d join him in a minute, you decided, while you were on your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Your mouth felt dry, your whole body did actually.

You felt sore as hell, but God. God.

The memory of it made you smile. You had never felt more loved in your life. Never felt more special, more desired, more…

A sound made you snap out of your thoughts and you looked up from the ground. What you saw made your heart stop.

The door.

The fucking door.

You mind went blank and your heart stopped beating.

The fucking door was open.

You swallowed thickly. Was it a test? Probably. Did you consider leaving?

You took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the hallway. The front door was open and there was that visitor’s terrace with a glass door attached to it, which led to the great staircase of the apartment complex.

It was a test. Or something equally cruel.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if he truly made a mistake? He was only human after all.

You stared at the glass door like you would have stared at an alien.

This was probably your only ever chance. To flee. Escape.

Get back to…

To what?

To normality, you told yourself.

To safety.

A lump formed in your throat. Did you want that? Did you even want to leave?

Even if it wasn’t a test, did you truly want to leave him?

The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. It almost felt like acid and it weighed like a heavy stone on your heart. The thought of sleeping alone again, of never seeing his silly smile again. Even the twisted one, you’d miss.

The thought of never feeling his lips on yours again.

His hands in your hair, his voice in your ear.

His everything.

Him.

You were his girl.

You couldn’t just up and leave. What was there in the world for you?

Maybe this was exactly your destiny. Him. Him. Him.

He was all you needed, right? He took care of you. He provided for you.

He loved you. In his own, twisted way.

My love.

You couldn’t, you decided. You couldn’t leave. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t ever-

The sound of someone’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but to your horror, it wasn’t him. Your eyes widened impossibly when you saw the form of a man approaching.

He looked like a janitor or something like that. A man far past his prime with greying hair and a kind smile.

God, you had missed kindness.

But no, no, you were his girl. You were his girl. You wouldn’t ever leave.

You took a step back like a cornered animal as the man approached and said something to you in Korean. When you backed away even more, he stopped and his eyes widened in surprise.

He kept talking to you, kept speaking in that reassuring tone of voice.

“I…don’t…understand.” You breathed out.

You didn’t even realize how you must have looked, terrified and broken. A faint mark on your cheek. Your clothes crumpled. Bite marks, love bites, more marks on your throat.

He frowned slightly and tilted his head to the side.

“Miss-“ He said in a thick, Korean accent. “Miss- The man that’s live here- The man- Is he-“

In that moment, you felt it. His presence was so prominent, you didn’t need to hear him call out to you. You just felt it. He came in, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet from the shower. He most likely came to look why you hadn’t come yet.

You quickly spun around and met his gaze, your expression horrified. Your eyes were so expressive.

The door was open. He came by himself. It wasn’t my fault. Please! It wasn’t my fault!

Something hard flashed through his eyes, but it was only visible to you and it was only there for the blink of an eye. And then it was gone and it got replaced by the tight smile.

A tight, polite smile, directed at the janitor in the doorway. He spoke to him in Korean and stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You stared at the ground, completely horrified.

Oh no, you thought.

Oh no. This is it.

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Mornings with SKZ

Pairing: Ot8!Skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: Ot8 skz and their s/o mornings together

Warnings: mentions of food, skinship, established relationship

A/n: posting this as a reminder I still exist 😭 | Daily click

Bang Chan

First three times you shared a bed with him freaked you out because Why'd you always wake up alone??

He'd already be starting his day

Showering, making breakfast, even working already depending on the day

But he'd always be as silent as possible so to not wake you up

Once you inevitably do, he stops whatever he was doing so he can say hello to you

Good morning hug 🙂‍↕️

"Hi babe, did I wake you up? Sorry, I'll be quieter next time. Come here"

Lee Know

You'd wake up with the smell of something delicious being made

Best breakfast ever!!

And he'd keep cooking after he feels you hugging him from behind

Asks you if you slept well 😔

Of course you slept well, how could you not with his three cats sleeping with you?

They'd only wake up later on though

It gives you two time to spend together before the day actually starts

"I'm almost done cooking it, you can go sit if you want."

Changbin

Please be someone who likes mornings

I see him as such an early bird for some reason

A very energetic one for all that is worth

So he'd love it if you wanted to be active since the early morning

Going out for breakfast, jogging a little bit, maybe just walking around the town

He loves to start his day with you, no matter what you're doing

"The day is so beautiful already! Do you want to go out? We can go to that cafe you like."

Hyunjin

He'd probably wake up before you, but he's not getting out of bed until you do

He's on the lazy morning racha, what can I say

But he's there, laying with you and cuddling you, sweetening your dreams a little bit more

It's a little bit funny cause he's waiting for you to wake up but he's not doing anything to entertain himself

Not even using his phone

Maybe he's still a bit dreamy and is just savouring this peaceful moment

Brightest smile ever when you open up your eyes

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well?"

Han

There's no such thing as morning with him

Bro is ready to wake up only after eleven am

And please don't be an early bird because he needs to be with him

Yes, he will be asleep, but he also wants to be with you

He's such a cuddler

Even if you woke up, I'm not sure you'd be able to get away from his hold

"C'mon, baby. Just five more minutes."

Felix

Breakfast in bed!!!

I cannot imagine a morning that is more him than that

He's so gentle when waking you up as well

Softly calling out your name and maybe even kissing your forehead

It would be like 8/9 am when he'd wake you up

So that gives you two quite a time to spend together

"Wake up, angel. I made some food for you."

Seungmin

It doesn't always happen, but whenever it's possible, he loves to watch the sunrise with you

Even if you're so sleepy you barely register the scene

It's kinda magical

He won't admit it though

Mornings with him are low-key quiet, you both still a little bit sleeping

It's also when he's the most vulnerable

"Come here" he asks with open arms, just waiting for your touch.

I.N

He's the second part of the lazy morning racha

He loves doing absolutely nothing with you

Just laying in bed or on the couch and catching up with your favourite drama energises him so much

He especially lives to this on his days off

It's rare to be able to do nothing for a while, so he won't lose an opportunity to do so

"Oh, there's a new episode of the drama we were watching last week. Wanna see it?

Masterlist | you'll probably like: first relationships

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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[bcksbarnes]

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky is feeling plagued by his past so he asks you to cut his hair.

word count: 1.2K

genre: fluff, sad!bucky

Bucky wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to do this, unfortunately his hair had been apart of him for so long that it was like an extension of himself. It was both a mask that represented a time that he wished to forget, and a reminder of the better human he needed to become. But, the thoughts of the tragedies he caused while looking the way did weighed heavy on his mind. He already spent most of his nights woke up with nightmares from his time as the winter solider, he couldn’t continue looking in the mirror and feeling the same way as well. 

“Hey,” he says as he walks into your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe while he watches you lay in bed. When you don’t respond right away he calls your name, causing you to look up from your phone with a small blush on your cheeks. 

“Sorry, Nat’s on a date and I wanted to see how it was going.” You respond, placing the phone next to you on the bed. 

“Did she answer?” He asks, a small smile on his face as he watches you. 

“Yeah, she said he’s boring. What else is new.” You tease, your eyes raking over his face. It only takes you a second to realize he’s uneasy. “What’s wrong?” 

You two had been together long enough that it didn’t take much for you to know when Bucky was upset or thinking about something. His usual quiet and brooding behavior was always met with small quirks like tapping his foot or biting his top lip when there was something on his mind. This time it was the former. 

He sighs as he kicks off the door frame, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting down, still an arms length away from you as he tries to think of how best to approach the topic. 

“Can you cut my hair?” He lays it out, his fingers picking at a piece of lint at the bedspread, feeling sheepish as he doesn’t meet your eyes. He’s embarrassed by this for some reason. He’s cut his own hair before, usually when he was on the run and was able to find a rusty pair of scissors, but that was usually just a trim and now there’s something about the meaning behind this that makes it hard for him. 

Your gaze softens as you hear his request, sitting up further on the bed as you wait to see if there was anything else he was going to say. When you were met with silence you speak up. 

“Of course I can.”  

Bucky looks over at you, his smile had faded a few moments ago and now all he could think about was how this was going to feel. Liberated? Angry? Happy? He wasn’t too sure, and maybe that’s what scared him the most. 

He had done horrible things as the winter solider, things that he could never forgive himself for, but life was different now. He was deprogrammed, he was helping people, he met you and he was starting to feel like he was allowed a life of not always having his demons follow him around. He was ready to move forward. 

“Hey.” You move off the bed to stand in front of him, your hand moving to gently grab his chin and tilt his head up towards you. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, Bucky.” 

He sighs softly at your touch, his hands moving to rest at your hips as he pulls you a bit closer, your legs slotted between his. It’s intimate and full of affection, you two always know how to keep your touches light but meaningul. 

“I am ready.” Though he sounds like he’s trying to convince himself by saying it out loud. “I think ... I’m ready to stop torturing myself every day with the reminder of my past. I want to move forward. I want to show myself that I’m capable of moving forward.” 

Your heart aches at his words because you will never understand the pain he goes through everyday, but there was nothing that was going to stop you from supporting him. Your hand moves from his chin to cup both of his cheeks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. His grip on your hips tighten a bit as you hear him let out a shuttering breath that he had been holding in. 

His hands move up to press against yours, keeping your touch on his face close for a moment as he relishes in the comfort. And despite popular belief, Bucky Barnes needed comfort. 

It’s a few minutes later that the two of you are in the bathroom, Bucky is sitting on a folding chair he managed to find and you had both the scissors and clippers ready to go.  

“Are you sure?” You stand behind him as he sits, your hands on his shoulders as your gazes meet in the mirror in front of you. He nods his head softly, saying everything that he’s incapable of verbalizing in that moment. “Okay, i’ve only cut hair like once so if it comes out bad don’t hate me for it.”  

Bucky cracks a small smile before he closes his eyes, letting out one last deep breath before you get to work. A comb works through his long hair one last time, getting all the knots out as you place it in a short ponytail.  

The metal scissors are in your hand and you whisper a soft you got this to him before you begin to cut. It takes a second to cut through it all but before you knew it you were holding onto most of it in the ponytail. It was shorter, shaggier, needed to be buzzed down and given a little height – but he looked good. Different, but good. 

You can feel the way he shifts anxiously while you use the clippers, having to tell him to stop moving on a few occasions so you didn’t accidentally cut him, but it’s over almost as soon as it starts, his eyes still closed tightly not wanting to look until the finish product. 

Your hands find their way back to his shoulders once you put your tools down, taking a moment to admire your work and how different he looks. You bring your lips down near his ear. 

“You can open your eyes, buck.” 

A beat passes and you can tell he’s nervous to but he has to face it at some point. One last deep breath leaves his lips before his eyes flutter open, landing on the mirror in front of him. 

He doesn’t speak for a minute, his eyes taking in his features and his new defined haircut. It looks great, if you say so yourself, but in that moment he’s hard to read and you’re not sure what he’s going to say. 

Bucky rests his elbows on his knees and his head drops forward, your hand soothingly rubbing his back. When he looks up again his eyes are red and teary, the moment obviously catching him off guard with how much it would mean to him. 

“How do you feel?” Your voice is soft, keeping the both of you grounded in this moment which you know he appreciates.  

A tear slips from his eyes and he runs a hand through his freshly cut hair. One word slips through his lips. 

“Free.” 

[dark-moonlust]

Getting Pounded by Nagas PART 3: Contractions

Pairing: Two nagas x human reader

Summary: You wake up feeling pains in your belly, getting ready for the egg birth. The doctor checks on you there is an issue… one that can be resolved only with your mates’ touch and seed.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, inaccurate pregnancy stuff (this is naga egg preg smut, let me have fun), naga smut, double 🍆🍆, double penetr, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is part of a series. Find all the parts here.

It was early in the morning when the contractions jolted you awake. The bedroom was still and dimly lit only the weak rays of the sun filtering through the curtains. You winced and disentangled yourself from between your mates, clutching your swollen belly and taking shallow breaths. The eggs shifted inside you, the pressure too much. Your groaned and the soft sound stirred your mates from their sleep. They woke with gasps of concern.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Ragnor asked, his fingers cradling your belly. You were 12 months along, so close to birth, your stomach round with the two eggs inside you.

“Contractions,” you breathed as another pain rolled through you.

At your words, both of your mates exchanged a look of worry. You were not supposed to have contractions. A Naga pregnancy didn’t have sudden contractions. It was completely different to a human pregnancy. The birth, too. It was the reason you’d arranged everything with the doctor and planned an induction of labor a week from now. But clearly, that plan would change.

“I can feel the eggs moving,” you muttered. “It’s starting to hurt.”

That’s was all you needed to say before your mates sprang into action.

Ragnor prepared everything you would need, packing you bags and a light meal. Meanwhile Thorne helped you take a shower and put on a soft, comfortable dress. In just twenty minutes, you found yourself lying at the padded chair in the Superhuman Maternity and Birthing Center. The room was bright and serene, the smell of disinfectant in the air. Your mates stood on each side of you, their tails wrapping around the chair.

Dr. Elise, a human woman in her fifties entered the private room, dressed in pristine white robes. She was a very kind and experienced doctor who monitored your superhuman pregnancy. Unlike you and your mates, Dr. Elise was calm upon hearing that you had contractions. She reminded you to keep taking deep breaths and trust in her ability to keep you safe.

“Good, very good,” the doctor said once you had calmed down a little. “Let’s take a look at you and the eggs. ”

The doctor used various advanced technological devises to scan your belly, take some blood samples and check the position of the eggs. You waited patiently as she analyzed your samples, winching only slightly when another contraction hit. Thorne and Ragnor stood at your sides, concealing their concern, each of them holding one of your hands tightly.

When Dr. Elise finally completed her calculations, she looked at you and your mates with a reassuring smile. “Everything appears perfect apart from the contractions. Naga pregnancies don’t cause traditional human contractions. That is because the eggs do not implant in the uterine wall like typical mammalian embryos. Instead, they remain free-floating within a specialized sac that develops to accommodate their growth. What you are experiencing now are false contractions.”

“Are my babies okay?” you asked her, tears pricking at your eyes.

Thorne kissed your sweaty forehead while Ragnor your lips. “We’re right here, love,” each of them murmured to you. “We won’t leave your side, relax for us.”

The doctor placed a strange cylindrical LED device over your vagina and ass, “I see that you’re not filled enough with your mates’ seed. It’s why you’re experiencing contractions and pain. We need to make sure you’re completely suffused in seed, and after that, it’s imminent that they be delivered. When was the last time you’ve had intimate relations with your mates?” The doctor asked you.

“Last night,” you answered in one breath.

“We fucked only once because she was sleepy,” Ragnor said, brows furrowing. “Wasn’t that enough?”

Dr. Elise shook her head. “Not in the least. The eggs consume the seed incredibly fast, especially at their current growth,” she explained. “You’ll need to fill your mate again, thoroughly and immediately.”

“Right now?” You asked, your voice pitching without meaning to.

“Yes,” Dr. Elise said. “I want you to be suffused with seed and after that I’ll induce the birth. We can’t risk waiting and risking both your health.”

“We’ll fill her. In both holes, just to be sure,” Ragnor said, his face completely serious.

Dr. Elise nodded. “Yes, and if you can give her seed through the mouth as well, that would be ideal.”

You flushed furiously as your mates and the doctor discussed the details, their faces dead-serious as if talking about filling your holes with seed was the most casual thing in the world.

Dr. Elise noticed your discomfort and smiled gently. “I want you to trust in me and my abilities to bring your babies to the world. Naga birth requires the assistance of the partners even more so in your case because you’re human.”

“Will it hurt as much as a human birth?” you asked, heart palpitating.

The doctor smiled. “No, it will be pleasurable and just mildly uncomfortable.”

You flushed at the word “pleasurable”. You’d discussed the birth plan a long time ago and you remembered the doctor telling you that your mates would need to make you climax during the birth for each egg to be delivered.

“Let me remind you how this will go,” Dr. Elise began, her voice calm. “Once you’re properly suffused with seed, I will give you a medicine that will induce the eggs to come out. Naga eggs have a tendency to like it in the womb and at some cases, they refuse to come out. The eggs will naturally leave your system, do not doubt that. I have specific instructions for that. Trust me, we will go through with it after you’ve been suffused with enough seed.”

“Thank you, doctor,” you said, your cheeks blushing a little.

“It’s my pleasure. Naga birth is completely different from that of a human so I want you to be as comfortable as possible and talk to me and your mates.”

“I understand,” you said. You trusted Dr. Elise and knew she was right. “Where can I and my mates… uhmm… do what we need to do?”

Dr. Elise stood up. “This room is reserved for your birth so you can stay here. I’ll step out to give you privacy and return roughly in two hours. Call me for whatever you need; I will be on standby.” The doctor headed to the door and glanced at your mates, “Remember, you need to fill her completely otherwise her health and the eggs will be at risk. I’ll come back to check, and if it’s not enough, you’ll have to keep going until the eggs have consumed enough seed.”

Once the doctor was out, you slumped back in the chair. “I can’t believe this. My health is dependent on your seed.”

“Lots of it”, Thorne added, looking smug.

“I’m going to be super cocky about that in the future,” Ragnor said, a smug grin on his face.

Two throaty chuckles made you look at your scaled mates. Horny bastards, they had already dragged off their shirts and their cocks had emerged from their protective slits, thick and massive, the cockheads glistening with arousal. You licked your lips and swallowed thickly. This was real. You were about to be fucked right there, in the examination room.

Ragnor wasted no time and slid up your dress, the only piece of clothing you wore. He left you completely naked on the chair, his hungry amber eyes devouring your form. Thorne was gazing at you just as intensely, both your nagas marveling at your swollen breasts, your round stomach and between your legs. You tried to close them, suddenly a little shy, but their tails wrapped around your ankles, keeping them spread wide for them.

“Will you trust us to fill your pretty little holes, little mate?” Thorne asked, his voice a whisper as he claimed your lips.

“Hnnn… fuck, yes,” you said, arching your back, offering yourself to them. The more they touched you, the more the contractions eased, pleasure taking over.

“Damn, what a pretty sight our mate is.”Ragnor lowered his head to your stomach, rubbed the swell, and spoke, "We’ll meet you soon, little ones. Stay safe and warm in there."

“Daddies will take care of mommy,” Thorne drawled, his mouth finding its way to one of your nipples, drawing it into his mouth. It leaked milk and with a groan he lapped it up.

Ragnor lavished attention on your other breast, his fingers teasing and rolling the tip that was beaded with milk. A whimper came tumbling from your lips then a drawn-out moan as they took turns worshipping your leaking breasts.

"Ahh— hnng... need your seed," you rasped, carding your fingers through their silky long hair.

"We need to prepare you mate,” Thorne said while kissing one lush rosy nipple and wetting the other with his tongue.

"I’m ready... ahh... I need your load."

Ragnor hummed. “Our mate is right. We need to fill her tight little holes. Hm?”

Thorne agreed, a smug grin playing on the lips.

Gently, you were lifted and placed onto Ragnor’s embrace. He carried you to the bed nearby and sat with you against his chest, your sensitive breasts leaking. His massive cock throbbed against your belly, slick with precum as you reached out and wrapped your hands around it. With sensual strokes, you pumped him up and down, the intimacy between you and your mates heightening.

You sensed Thorne presence behind you, his sinuous tail reaching for the bottle of lube in one of the drawers. You heard the slurp of lube then felt him take his place behind you, his cock wet against your back. With your free hand, you reached back to stroke his cock while his lubed fingers deftly parted your asscheeks, spread them wide, fingering your tight entrance and rubbing the swollen nub of your clit.

Thorne thrust a finger into your ass while stroking your clit with the other hand. Your thoughts turned into mush and you buckled your hips, the sensations electric. Another finger slid up your tight hole, the hand at your pussy moving with deliberate movements. You gasped and came with the most ridiculous moans, soaking wet and aching for more.

Sensing your need, your mates lifted you, their cocks poised beneath each quivering hole. Ragnor’s double cocks parted the folds of your pussy, his massive veined dicks thrusting upwards. Thorn’s shafts pressed insistently against the tight bud of your asshole. They guided you down until you were doubly impaled by their dicks.

Breath hitching, you squeezed your eyes shut.

You saw stars.

Pleasure and bliss.

They began their rhythmic thrusts and you whimpered, clutching onto their shoulders for dear life as they bounced you up and down on their naga dicks. Your body hummed with pleasure, the contractions barely catching your attention. Your nipples were hard and leaking, your holes clenching and unchecking around the invasions.

Your mates kissed your lips, your neck, your sensitive nipples. Their fingers roamed protectively over your belly, teasing and claiming you as you rode higher and higher. You rocked against them and rode them wildly, your juices leaking down your thighs and all over the cotton sheets.

Two more thrusts and you came crashing around their cocks, relief surging through you. Your naga mates groaned and followed the very next moment, their frames shaking violently as they spurted their seed inside you. The warmth filled you up, bringing immediate relief as the eggs seemed to settle within you.

“That’s it, such a good mate for us,” Ragnor murmured, kissing you softly. “How are you feeling, mama?”

“Better. Much better,” you said, your eyes and voice pleasure-hazed.

“It'll be okay," Thorne whispered into your ear. "Now we’re going to change positions and fill you up again, alright, love?”

You nodded, whining. You’d do anything to keep your eggs safe and you loved and needed your mates just as much.

“Let us take care of everything, love,” Ragnor said, kissing you softly once more.

A wet squelch echoed as the cocks exited your depths. Your mates held you in a way that kept most of their seed inside you, and quickly plugged you up. This time, Ragnor laid down, thrusting his dicks up your ass, while Thorne slid between your splayed legs, draped them over his green-scaled tail and filled your tight pussy. Their tails coiled around your breasts, squeezing them delightfully and making your nipples leak out milk. Thorne lapped it up greedily, while Ragnor reached down to play with your swollen clit.

“Haah, yessss, ahnnn, feels so good,” you moaned as you were worshiped and claimed in every way possible. “Hng-go…go…nna—”

You cried out at the dizzying explosion of yet another climax. Your toes, high in the air, curled tightly, and your hands clung frantically to Thorne, fingers digging into his bare back. Their movements grew frantic, desperate until they buried themselves to the hilt and exploded within you, pumping rope after rope of cum, groaning harshly in masculine satisfaction.

Their strong hands rubbed your belly possessively, feeling the gentle movements of the eggs inside you. They kissed you deeply, tongues intertwining, then rearranged your positions again. This time, you lay on your side between your mates. Thorne spooned you from behind, his tail wrapping around your knees and opening your legs. Growling, he thrusts his fat cocks into your pussy and ass. You were drenched, naga seed all over your mound and thighs.

“I say we fill her pretty mouth, too,” Thorne said, his voice thick with arousal. “I want to see her swallow your seed Ragnor, let it fill her stomach.”

Ragnor groaned and kneeled at your face, his cocks jutting proudly up to his bellybutton. “Open up, love,” he cooed. “We need to make sure you’re completely filled.

Ragnor guided his cockhead to your lips and you opened up, taking one of his dicks as deep as you could in your throat. You suckled his shaft with fervor, your tongue tracing the veiny ridges and swirling over the flared head. Your hands pumped his second cock and you alternated between the two while Thorne pounded into you, causing your tits to bounce.

“Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you look, mate,” Ragnor muttered, watching your mouth, now filled with both his cocks, while Thorne’s dicks pistoned inside you.

“Mffgh— love—hffuh you,” you gurgled around the shafts in your mouth, wet slurping sounds filling the room.

“We love you, too, precious mate,” Throne said, hips snapping repeatedly, driving his shafts deep in your depths. “You’re doing great. We’re almost there. Just a little more, love.”

They settled into a sensual rhythm, Ragnor’s cock filling your mouth while Thorne thrust inside your pussy and ass, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady. They whispered sweet nothings, their voices thick with praise and adoration: ”you’re doing so well”, “our brave, beautiful mate”. They caressed your tummy, pinched your breasts while their tails flicked your poor clit.

Little sparks of fire sizzled through your body and burned you up in a blissful climax. You trembled and writhed, and Ragnor withdrew his cock allowing you to cry out with ease. Thorne’s magnificent serpent body bucked and he came with a bellow, nipping at your shoulder while pumping his seed inside you. Once he was done, Ragnor slid back in your mouth, his fingers grasping your hair. He thrust once, twice and came, cocks pulsing with his release. You swallowed every single drop, and felt his hot load fill your belly.

“Damn, mate, you took all we had to give,” Thorne said affectionately, his cocks still nestled within you, plugging up the seed.

“Our mate is the strongest,” Ragnor said, kissing you passionately, his tongue tasting his seed in your mouth. “How are you feeling? The eggs?”

“I’m feeling… perfect,” you said with a soft smile. “The contractions are almost gone. When will the eggs come?”

Just in time, a knock echoed through the room. The doctor had returned and you would soon give birth to your eggs.

Any kind of support will make me smile so big! Feel free to share your thoughts and reblog! Next part will be the birth.

[auroraksr]

WAYS TO REALIZE [ LANDO NORRIS ]

synopsis: lando had been in love with his best friend for years, and here's how he's indirectly demonstrating it.

a/n: last bit has a 'nobody wants this' reference cause i binge watched it and i loved so deal with it (plus please go watch it is so good)

warning: credits to some of the ideas to @novelbear cause im in love with her prompts and had to do something with it. super fluff, friends to lovers, lando being whipped for y/n, fem!reader

wc: 1k

holding hands

lando always thought the best way to show his love was his hands.

he will get any excuse to hold your hand or simply just play with it.

the first time he did it, was weird, maybe because you were 12 and showing public display of affection was anything but normal, but you both grew into it.

to this day, whenever your by his side, he will grab your hand. if you're walking, he will hold on tight to it and caress the back with his thumb. if you're sitting side by side, he will grab your hand and play with your fingers, moving it around and massaging them.

surprise hugs

lando loves to give you hugs whenever he can. his favorite genre? surprise hugs.

the times you went to visit the paddock to watch his races, he just loved to surprise you, hugging you from behind.

he would be all sweaty and sometimes even smelling like champagne, but he would creep up behind you, quietly, and wrap his arms around your shoulders ou waist. people would think is not very 'friends' of you to do that, but well, you are friends, right?

playing with your hair

lando would always say his favorite fisical part of you was your hair.

one of his most common pastime is playing it it. just running his fingers through it, caressing your scalp and sometimes even blowdrying it for you.

if you lay your head on him, being on his lap or shoulder, he will caress your hair, no matter what or who's around.

borrowing clothes

lando never like the idea of lending clothes. even growning up with three siblings, he did not get used to it, so he never did.

apart from when it came to you. he loves to see you wearing his clothes, a shirt, a hoodie, whatever, it's just weirdly comforting.

he will often realize some of his favorite pieces missing from his wardrobe, but when seeing you wearing it, he doesn't say a word.

if it's one of mclaren shirts? gosh, he melts. seeing you with his number on your back, cheering for him or just showing your support is one of the things he appreciates the most.

texts

lando will send you good morning texts every single day.

doesn't matter if you are already up and he just woke up at 1 pm, when you look at your phone, there will be a 'good morning' there.

if he's at another country for whatever reason, he will send you good morning the time he gets up, so, sometimes, when he's on the other half of the world, you'll get a 'good morning' at 8 pm.

another thing he likes to do is take photos of his day and send it to you. be a goofy selfie of him or a picture of the most beautiful place you ever saw, when you open your gallery, he will be there.

gifts

lando loves peppering you with gifts.

coming from a wealthy family and being a formula one driver, money is not a problem for him, so sometimes you will wake up to gift by your front door.

when he travels to a place, he will normally buy you something there, doesn't matter if it's a fridge magnet or a expensive bag, he will get it for you, even when you say he doesn't need to do that.

'i love you''s

everytime lando says or hear an 'i love you' to or from you, his heart stops.

it's his three favorite words to say to you, even if he doesn't do it often. might be the way your eyes soften or your smile grow bigger, but he loves saying he loves you.

though when he hears it, his mind goes completely blank and keeps repeating 'i love you too' countless times.

the first time he said it, slipped out of his mouth. he was 14 and had just realized how much he liked you - as a kid, he didn't really know what love was -, so when you said you would cover for him to do another of his bullshits, he immediately said "hell yeah, thanks! i love you!".

he did not believe what he just said and immediately corrected himself: "i love how you always cover for me!", but you just chuckled and responded "i love you too, dumbass."

the first kiss

lando had just won his first ever grand prix.

miami was hot. like you could actually melt in place if a breeze didn't got to you.

lando got out of his car and run to hug his crew, you, being at the side, with his dad, was glowing with happiness.

"so proud of you!" you say as soon as he hugs you.

he might just had gotten out of the car, tired as ever, but when his arms wrapped around your waist, he lifted you away from the floor and more into his embrace.

"thanks." he says quietly, pulling back. "this is unbelieavable!"

his eyes did not missed yours for a beat, staring deeply into you as he could read all your thoughts. and maybe he could, because the first thing he did after you thought 'i really want to kiss you' was kiss you.

he cupped your cheeks with firm hands and pecked your lips. you could swear you heard a 'finally!' from his dad, but too busy into understanding what happened, you shoved it off.

"wow, sorry." he said instantly, stepping back.

you were basically in the middle of the track, after an crazy first win from your best friend, and he just kissed you.

you stepped up, knowning that if you didn't, everything would blow away. you grabbed his arm and pulled him into a proper kiss, his arms sliding in your back to reach you. you let out a sigh mid-kiss, his lips crazy for yours as you pulled away, in disbelief.

"we'll talk about it later, i have to go." he said to you, shaking his head.

you nodded, watching him walk away. before we was even two steps away, he turned back and smiled playfully to you: "that was a really nice kiss, i think i might be pregnant!"

and with that, runned towards his interviews.

[rosenclaws]

Stronger || Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: after failing your last mission you start to over train yourself in secret but Logan notices the bruises and cuts and wont leave you alone about it.

warnings: angst to fluff, patching up fic, the reader is very hard on themselves, injury, blood, insecurity, sweet logan, reader pushes themself too much.

a/n: I had this idea at like 1:30am last night and I wrote it when i woke up oops. I just love fluffy patching up logan fics what can I say.

There it is again. Logan's nose twitches as you walk by. You smell like dirt and sweat but most of all blood. He locks eyes with you as you walk past the kitchen door.

Theres a limp in your step. It's subtle but there. You're wearing long pants and long sleeves despite it being hot outside and you're hiding your hands in your pockets. There's bags under your eyes and the smiles you give people aren't real.

Logan narrows his eyes at you and you look at the ground. Hurrying away from his pointed gaze. He wants to go after you but he hears your door slam and lock.

No one else has picked up on this except for him. He brings it up in passing but he's brushed off every time. Something is up with you and he's going to figure out what.

You sigh as you lean against your door. Your body aches like crazy and all you want to do is collapse onto the bed and sleep. But you force yourself to the bathroom. You need to scrub off all the evidence of everything from the night before. The blood and grime washed off but the bruises stayed.

"Damn." You mumbled as you took in the injuries from this time.

The person displayed in the mirror looked like a stranger. Your eyes were sunken, bruises on your body, you looked tired and felt worse. But you had to keep going. You needed to be strong, to prove yourself and this was the only way.

At least that's what you think. You crawl into bed and pass out the moment your head hits the pillows. Unfortunately the nightmares start then too.

You're back on your last mission. The whole reason you've been pushing yourself so hard. You were weak, lost, a burden to the team. You weren't like everyone else at the mansion. You didn't come here as a kid.

In fact you were well into your adult life when Professor Xavier found you. You had no training, no experience. You got stuck into classes with kids who had already mastered their powers. You felt silly, a fool to think you could be apart of this world. You didn't belong.

So when you got the chance to go on a mission you were excited. It means they thought you were ready, that you had something in you that could help.

The mission went terribly. You were overwhelmed and could barely keep up. Tackled to the ground you cried out in pain. A sharp blade against your neck caused you to freeze. You tried to conjure your energy blasts but a foot on your wrist stopped you. It was digging into you, crushing you. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what was to come.

It never does.

The pressure is released all at once as Logan tackled the man who was on you. Digging his claws into him until he's limp on the ground. He runs to you, checking you injuries. You couldn't speak. You couldn't warn Logan that someone else was coming. Then it all goes black. You're too late.

You sit up, Logan's name on the tip of your tongue as you wake up. Fuck. You take in your surroundings and try to calm down. Slowly sinking back into your bed. Reminding yourself that everything fine.

That the last mission didn't really end that way. Logan is okay, you're okay. But what if things had played out different.

If you could have held your own then Logan wouldn't have had to come to your rescue. He carried you back to the jet and while everyone was nice, you knew that you disappointed them.

You haven't been asked to go on a mission since. It hurt, you wanted to go. To be apart of the team. So you took it upon yourself to train. Your powers were trained in lessons with the professor but he never lets you go past a certain limit. So instead you decided to sneak out at night to the nearby forest and train there.

Honing not only your powers but your hand to hand combat as well. Trees were your only partners but it worked. They were strong and sturdy. Every night you'd sneak out. Practice with your powers which drained you and then practiced everything else after. It left you bloody and bruised but in your mind it was worth it.

Glancing at the clock you see that you've slept through most of the day. The sun had already set. Quietly you get dressed and sneak down the hallways. Most everyone was already in bed and if they weren't they were socializing in the living room. All you had to do was sneak by and you were home free for the night.

Laughter is the perfect distraction as you sneak past the doorway. Opening the door slowly and sneaking outside, running to the safety of the woods. What you don't notice is someone following you.

Logan caught your scent the second you stepped out of your room. Whether he wants to admit it or not he's always searching for you. He smelled your shampoo wafting past the door and eyed you outside. You were quick but he could still see you. Enough of this. Whatever the hell you were doing was killing you. Slowly but surely it was ruining you physically and mentally. He slipped away from the rest of the people in the living room and followed you.

As he got deeper in the woods he became worried, just what could you be doing out here? His ears perk up as he hears you. Peaking through the trees he finds you in a small clearing. You were clearly exhausted but you kept pushing. Creating energy from your finger tips and blasting them at a tall redwood.

Logan smells the blood that trickled from your nose. You were pushing yourself too hard. He's about to reveal himself when the loud creaking of a branch stops him.

You were too wrapped up in conjuring another blast that you don't notice a large tree branch cracking from the force of your powers. Logan springs in to action.

"Watch out!" He growls as he launches himself at you. Grabbing your body and wrapping himself around you the best he can. The branch falls right onto his back. It snaps in two as it falls to either side of you.

"Logan?! What are you doing here?" You ask as you stare at the fallen branch. Kicking yourself for not noticing it fast enough forcing Logan to put himself in danger for you again.

"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing out here?" He yells as he lets you go. Taking in just how bad you looked.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What if I wasn't here? What if that branch fell and hit you and no one would know that you were bleeding out in the fucking woods!" Logan snarls. His fear and worry being masked by anger. How could you be so reckless? So stupid?

"I didn't ask you to fucking follow me!" You bite back. Shame creeping up as he scolds you. Logan scoffs and grabs your face firmly.

"Do you even see yourself right now?" He grabs your wrist and holds it up. Staring at your bloody knuckles. It fucking hurts. It hurts for him to see you like this and it hurts him that you were doing this to yourself.

“You're tearing yourself apart, why?" The anger starts to fade, his real feelings breaking through.

"Because I'm weak." You admit, your voice cracking as the adrenaline starts to drain. Instead being replaced but complete and utter exhaustion.

"What?" Logan asks in disbelief.

"I failed the last mission, I could have gotten you hurt, I was a liability. If I got stronger, If I was better."

"Stop. Just stop. You really think all that?" Logan has let go of you by now, his eyes are looking at all your bruises. All the damage you've done to yourself.

"You don't?" You ask, afraid of his answer.

He doesn't say a word. Instead he takes your holds your hand, you try to ignore the butterflies growing in your stomach as he leads you back to the mansion. Taking you up to his room where he pulls out a first aid kit.

He doesn't need one but every room has one, of course you had already used up all of yours. Silently he patches you up, wrapping your knuckles in bandages and wiping up the blood from your nose.

"If you wanted train you could have come to one of us, to me." He should have noticed sooner, said something. Stopped you from doing this to yourself.

"I thought I had to do it on my own."

"You don't. It took me a while to figure it out too but you don't." He would be a hypocrite to scold you for going off alone but he doesn't really care.

"I'm sorry." You mumble. Logan cups your face and to your shock kisses your forehead gently.

"Don't ever do this again do you hear me." Logan can help you, he can protect you.

"I won't." You promise him. He smiles and picks you up.

"Logan!" You yelp as he drops you into his bed.

It smells just like him and you can't deny the instant comfort that comes over you as you snuggle into his sheets.

"You're going to rest for the next week. Anything you need you just call alright?"

"But what-" He stares at you and you stop talking, he wasn't fucking around about this.

"When you're healed and rested. Then we can train together." He doesn't leave room for argument, not that you wanted to argue with him anyways but still.

"Thank you Logan...You didn't have to do this."

He could have turned his head, pretended he never saw anything. Its what you expected him to do if you were being honest. But he didn't. He saw you struggling, pushing yourself and he couldn't let you hurt yourself any longer. He cared about you, a lot.

"I know." He says simply.

"Will you stay, while I sleep. I've been getting these nightmares and well..." Logan nods his head.

He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed with you. Kind of, more like he's half hanging off the edge of the bed. But you're comfortable and that's good enough for him.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. The comforting aura of Logan was enough. He hums as you curl closer to him. Logan chasing away any nightmares that threaten to hurt you and for the first time in a while your dreams are quiet.

A smile on your face as peace finally overcomes your dreams.

[diorcities]

⠀   ── ★ ˚˳ ⊹ ✉️ ⁺ things you leave at their place.

someone on x mentioned about jaemin being obsessed with miffy all of a sudden and now i have to write about it cause we both think it's not his but his gf's 😭 library

next: things they leave at your place.

jaemin: stuffed animals. you were a little embarrassed to admit that you couldn't sleep comfortably because of that, but jaemin knew you; he'd visited your apartment before, of course, he's familiar with your habit; he knows what's your favorite of them all. it sleeps between you two, but sometimes you forget it at your place, so little by little his bed began to fill up with stuffed animals that he complacently buys for you, that somehow gives him company when you're away from him.

haechan: dried flowers. he's partially the reason why all the books that are not his in his apartment have petals pressed between the pages. of course, you like flowers, but what you like most is to preserve them 'cause they mean that much to you. he likes to borrow some of your books from your place, but sometimes you forget half of them have flowers still in there so every time he tries to read he finds them between the pages.

jeno: plants. his apartment slowly transform into your mini flower sanctuary because —silly you, you keep buying plants even when you don't have room for one more. you often bring them to his place claiming they need a new home; jeno's apartment apparently has greater sunlight than yours, but why does jeno feel warmer when he visits you? because it feels familiar? maybe it's because he likes you a little. or just like your flowers, he likes you a lot.

chenle: things to knit. every time his friends go to his apartment he must make up the story that he's started knitting thanks to you and your habit of leaving your knitting things in his place. telling the truth would be easier if it weren't for the fact that chenle doesn't even know what to say because, of course, friends sometimes forget things in each other's apartment all the time, but your things always tend to be forgotten in his room.

mark: perfumes. he's a sucker. he spends his time trying to smell more when the scent of your perfume dances in the air or stays impregnated on his clothes when you greet him. so much so that when you forget them on his place, he perfumes the corners of his apartment, as if he could invoke you with it. thinking that if he puts perfume on the pillows, maybe you are the one who leaves your scent when you stay overnight.

jisung: lipstick. your favorite lipsticks had started to become scarce until you discovered that they weren't lost but somehow found again at jisung's place. once you found one in the bathroom, you thought you had forgotten it when you ended up in his apartment after an outing with friends, but then, then he lent you his jacket and there was another one there. and when he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you, and you woke up the next day in his room, you weren't so surprised anymore that there was one right next to his bed, on the bedside table.

renjun: shoes. it's not so rare. you arrive at your mutual friends' room, take off your shoes and after laughing and drinking, you end up with someone else's because you can't find yours. and then, later, after months, it starts to be a habit. you both have the same style, although he must admit that he likes yours better. and you probably think he's clueless for taking yours, when in reality he's always waiting for you to pick them up at his apartment.

[steveseddie]

boy wonder

steddie | rating: t | wc: 999 | cw: none | tags: pre-relationship, steve and eddie recovering at the hospital together, eddie just had surgery, he’s a little high, fluff

for @steddie-spooktober day fourteen, prompt “bats”

read on ao3

“Do you think I’ll turn into Batman?”

Steve looks up from the magazine he’s been skimming through to find Eddie peering at him from his hospital bed. 

The sight of him covered in bandages and hooked to IVs and monitors still sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. But as the days go by and Eddie keeps getting better— looking better, less and less like he’s on the brink of death— it gets easier for Steve to handle it.

He’s surprised that Eddie woke up so soon after his surgery. The doctor said it’d be a while before the drugs wore off so Steve prepared himself to sit here for hours waiting for Eddie to wake up, just like he did after his first and then his second surgery. 

But it’s been less than two hours since they rolled him back into his room and Eddie is already up, eyes half-lidded and words slightly slurred and nonsensical, but awake and alert— and waiting for Steve to reply.

“Um, come again?”

“Do you think I’ll turn into Batman?” Eddie repeats, head lolling to the side to blink at Steve. “You know, ’cause I got bit by bats.”

Normally, Steve wouldn’t argue about superheroes with a nerd like Eddie, but he’s read a few Batman comics in his life and even he knows that’s not right. 

“I’m pretty sure Batman didn’t get bit by bats, Eddie,” he says with an amused chuckle. 

“No, but Spiderman got bit by a spider,” Eddie says, wagging his finger— the one with the pulse oximeter— at Steve like what he’s saying makes perfect sense. 

To him— pumped full of some pretty hardcore drugs— it probably does.  

“Okay,” Steve says, deciding to humor him. He shifts on the chair, leaning forward so that his back isn’t pressed against anything. They cleaned his wounds and changed his bandages before he came to Eddie’s room and by now the numbing cream has started to wear off and it stings. “Well, I also got bit by bats. Does that mean I’ll become Batman too?”

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together in a cute little frown. “There can only be one Batman.”

“And why does it have to be you?”

Eddie thinks it over for a second before propping himself up in his elbows, eyes wide. “I dress in black! And I have bat tattoos!” 

“Well, I have rich parents,” Steve counters with. It’s the one thing he knows he shares with the character. 

“Well, my parents are dead!” Eddie says. It’s probably the drugs’ fault that he sounds so enthusiastic about it. “I win!”

“Fine,” Steve says, rolling his eyes half-heartedly, “I guess you can be Batman.”

Eddie grins, satisfied, flopping back against the bed, his hair fanning out against the pillow. “You can be Robin,” he tells Steve, giving him a lopsided smile. 

“Sure, Eds.”

Eddie perks up and props himself on his elbows again. “Hey, we should dress up as them for Halloween!”

Steve can’t help but make a face. “No way, man.”

“Oh, right,” Eddie says, his smile falling, “we won’t be friends anymore by then.”

Wait— what?

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks, frowning. That makes even less sense than his drug-induced Batman musings. 

“Well, you only hang out with me ’cause we’re both stuck in this hospital,” Eddie says matter-of-factly, “but once we’re out of here, you’ll have no reason to put up with me.”

Steve starts shaking his head even before he’s done talking. He knows Eddie is only saying this out loud because of the drugs but it’s something he must’ve thought about it before. It makes Steve sad to think he’s been feeling this way for the last couple of weeks and Steve didn’t know. 

“Eddie, I don’t ‘put up with you’, okay? We’re friends, I like your company. You’re like, cool and really funny,” Steve says as earnestly as he can. “And we saved the world together! That means you’re stuck with me, man.”

Eddie’s eyes grow wider as Steve talks. He blinks slowly at him as he processes the words before his lips stretch into a big grin. 

“Does that mean we can dress up together?”

Steve’s lips scrunch to the side. “Yeah, no, I’m not wearing a nerdy costume, especially one where I have to wear tights,” he says in a bitchy tone. 

“But you’d look so good in them,” Eddie insists and then leers at Steve, licking his lips before he adds in a low voice— “big boy.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, and just like the first time Eddie called him that, he blushes and forgets how to speak from how flustered he feels.

He’s lucky he’s not the one hooked to a heart monitor right now or the damn thing would’ve started beeping like crazy in time with his stuttering heartbeat. 

He’s saved from having to say anything in response to that by a doctor coming into the room at that moment to check on Eddie, distracting him and breaking the weird tension. It’s a good thing she doesn’t pay any attention to Steve or she might ask why his face is bright red. 

“Hey, Doc,” Eddie says as she checks his vitals. The doctor hums in acknowledgment. “I’m Batman.” 

“Sure you are, Mr. Munson,” she says in a bored tone but Eddie doesn’t seem to care that she acts so dismissively. 

His head lolls to the side and he gives Steve a dimpled grin. “And that’s my Boy Wonder,” he says, eyes warm and molten as they stare at him.

Steve doesn’t know why that makes his heart skip a beat or why it makes his lungs feel like they can’t draw any air in.

Or why he wants Eddie to look at him like that again so desperately that he’s genuinely considering wearing those tights on Halloween after all.

Maybe he should ask the doctor for a check-up after she’s done with Eddie, just to be safe. He thinks he might be coming down with something.

[messrsrarchives]

okay big talk time. in light of the UK Supreme Court ruling, i'm seeing a lot of posts about fandom spaces. i woke up to see a tiktok that says "if you write fanfic, there's blood on your hands too",,, so let's talk about it.

because there is no refuting that fandom spaces keep JKR relevant. there is no refuting that by producing any kind of media based on this franchise, we are engaging with her and we are keeping her universe relevant. we cannot deny that.

we often see people turn around and say "jkr would hateee what we write!" and that's true. that's so very true, but it isn't enough. your headcanons and your stories and your art Are Not Enough. particularly over on tiktok: if you post HP content over on that platform, you are promoting JKR. my existence in this space as a trans man is NOT an act of protest. everything else i do is, so what do we do about that?

we NEED to be talking about these things. about jkr, about her money, about her actions, about the bigotry in the source material, and if you are not in a position where you can have those conversations, then you need to be listening. because engagement with jkr is infact life of death.

and we carry that guilt. we do, of course we do. if you are somebody who hasn't yet been able to let go of this series like me, then we carry that guilt. even more so if you are a member of any of the communities that jkr has harmed - the guilt is heavy.

but,,, let me make one thing clear: this is not your guilt.

if you are not profiting her. directly, then you are carrying guilt that is not yours to carry. that guilt is hers to bear, and the lives we are about to lose are on her conscious. we have been forced, time and time again, to carry the weight of her bigotry.

but,,, we're carrying it. and i think there's a certain amount of guilt that makes us better. i think there's a certain amount of guilt that makes us more conscious human beings, and that makes us more receptive to these discussions.

you can use that guilt, you really can. you can talk. you can listen. you can educate. you can step away if the guilt gets too much. you can use that guilt for something good.

do NOT push it away. whilst it isn't ours to carry, we are not in a position where we can throw that guilt away and wash our hands of it - we are here, we are engaging, we have to accept that. if we simply pretend as though we are not, then all we do is cause harm.

because fandom spaces can do a lot of good, especially for those that jkr has harmed. fandom spaces can do so much good, but only if we are conscious of the ways in which we are engaging, and we are willing to sit and have these difficult conversations.

if i were not in the position i am in now, i would leave. i would leave this fandom space and at this point? i am in fact urging those of you are able to, to go. for your own sakes and the sakes of everyone around you.

but as someone who has been having conversations about JKR for ages? i am in no position to step back. i'm in no position to turn away and give up. not when there are so many people who benefit from these discussions and who benefit from safe spaces.

and the reason it's a safe space? it's because I Talk. because i Have These Discussions. and no matter how much i do, i am still promoting her when i go on to post a headcanon or update my fics. i am still promoting her when i engage in this space.

and there's still guilt.

don't chuck that guilt aside, let it fuel you in making safe spaces safe again.

there is absolutely no refuting that by being in this space we are causing harm. so if you are not in a position to leave this space, here's some things you can do to make it easier for everyone both in and out of it:

Listen. if you are not in a position to talk about JKR, then actively listen. actively listen, understand, process, and adapt.

Merchandise: stop posting your merch, secondhand or not. you know that you get comments asking "where did you get this!?", stop posting it. makes that small adjustment for wider good

Keep educated: on the bigotry in the books so that you aren't perpetuating it, on jkr's actions, on politics. keep educated as much as you can to make sure that you are not unwillingly causing harm in what you are doing

Block: block those who are going to the studios, who are posting merch, who are talking about the reboot, who are doing ANYTHING to support her. if you see a video? comment on it. the continued relevance of people in this space who have supported a bigot is Immense. do not allow for complacency - bigotry is bigotry no matter how many views it gets you.

and above all, hold that guilt. hold it. feel it. utilise it.

and if you are in a position where you can leave this space? then i encourage you to do so. i encourage you to Move On, and find new ventures. i encourage you to do that if you can. and if you can't, then i'll still be here to guide you through it all and keep having these difficult talks.

[yanderes-galore]

Another self indulgent fic! Yippee!!!

Pale Ailment

Yandere! Awakened! Dark Cacao Cookie Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Pre-established relationship, Paranoia, Angst, Dubious relationship.

Your husband hadn't come back from Beast-Yeast the same since encountering the Beast there.

It all started when you had fallen ill. A white dust had coasted through the snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, afflicting many of its citizens. Unfortunately for the king, Dark Cacao...

His betrothed had also come down with the illness.

You had developed a nasty cough that Dark Cacao had noticed when you woke up one morning. Yet as the hours passed, it was said many other citizens had similar conditions. Except... They were quickly turning to flour.

It wasn't long after before you were transferred and isolated from Dark Cacao. The king was only allowed to see you from afar. Yet even at the distance he was at... your complexion was turning paler by the minute.

Around this time Dark Cacao had decided to set off to Beast-Yeast, suspecting one of the Beasts Pure Vanilla spoke of was the cause of the illness. It took a long time to tear himself away from your weakened form.... But he managed to pull away eventually.

Even when he explored Beast-Yeast and came across that Ivory Pagoda, Dark Cacao kept his beloved in mind. Even when he witnessed his soldiers turn to flour in front of him, he thought of you. He needed to get home to you...!

He refused to accept the fact you'd turn to flour, even when Mystic Flour herself tried to tell him flour was a better fate for you.

"Do you not see what your 'affections' will do to them?" The Beast asks coldly before him, seeing him fight her even now.

"You will constrict them, cage them even more than the dough that makes them up, I will set them free... Yet you will treat them like they are to be owned in your kingdom."

"You know nothing, Beast—!" Dark Cacao growls in response, the sword in his hands feeling heavy. "Do not speak of my beloved like you know them—!"

"You are an oblivious and pathetic cookie... Do you think they're happy by your side? Do you think keeping them behind your kingdom's walls will be good for them? You are a fool...."

Dark Cacao tried not to take the Beast's words to heart. He knew that she was saying this to hurt him. Why else would she give him such horrid visions of the world turning to flour...?

Yet... There was some truth to her words that he didn't seem to want to comprehend. Dark Cacao really did keep you in the kingdom since marrying you. He really did limit your freedom to within the snowy walls.

It's dangerous was always his reasoning.

At first it was just licorice monsters. Yet now Dark Cacao had to consider the Beasts that lurked in these unknown lands. Dark Cacao has always been obsessed with protection... with complete and utter security....

But he refuses to see the error of his thinking.

With enough determination and persistence, Dark Cacao managed to confront the Beast who craved his Soul Jam. He managed to awaken his powers, beat the Beast back, and meet with his companions once again. Which meant, if he could see them again...

You should be alive and well... His precious darling....

By the time you were awake and sat up in your bed, there was news that the king was back in the kingdom. It wasn't long before heavy footsteps entered the castle and approached your quarters. You almost didn't recognize him at first...

His appearance made him look like a different man...

His previous behaviors grew worse, however....

"My love... You know I can't lose you...."

His words are uncharacteristically vulnerable. Perhaps the Beast was right in a way. Dark Cacao can't look past his need to keep you out of harm's way...

Even if it makes you unhappy.

Since the day you caught the 'pale ailment', your husband has rarely left your side. He'd stay in your shared bedroom, dark purple eyes scanning your form as though you'd turn to flour before him. The Beast's words echo in his head... saying you'd be happier away from this place.

He clenches his gloved hands, despising the thought. This fortress of chocolate and snow was meant to be your sanctuary. A domain for you both to rule.

You must be happy with him....

You always look at him in concern. Despite him having more control over himself and his new outfit, he still holds onto old habits. If not worse than before.

The Beast's words really have gotten to him....

You always ask for him to take you out of the castle. You wish to greet your subjects, to wander the snowy plains. You want at least a little bit of freedom... The freedom Dark Cacao had given you before you were ill.

Your husband merely shakes his head, muttering about unforeseen threats. He tells you the Beast who made you sick was still out there. He told you he still needs to hunt her down....

Until then, you must be kept in his fortress of solitude. He apologizes, telling you that you'll see the snow of your home up close when the danger passes. He asks for your trust, even when he doesn't deserve it.

"I love you..." He says with a hint of desperation, a need for you to accept him...

"I know...." Is all you can bring yourself to say, knowing his fears are only getting worse.

You agree to his demands every time. He no longer knows if it's out of love or tolerance. He doesn't care right now, either.

When you quietly comply with him, your husband pulls you into his arms. He holds you to his chest as he murmurs promises to you. He promises he'll let you outside again soon... He promises you'll be free again when the Beast is either slain or sealed.

You have no clue when that will be... or if he'll even follow through with it.

Instead, you allow him to hold you close. You allow him to kiss your head and lips, to mutter to himself about how much he adores you. Part of you does love him... the other part yearns to see something other than these blackened halls.

Your freedom wasn't a sacrifice you wanted to make for the sake of your husband. Yet part of you guessed you had no choice when he gave you the offer of betrothal. You love him...

But ever since you got sick, he's gotten worse with his obsession over safety.

You didn't see what he went through... but you can't help your mind from thinking...

You wonder what matters more to him...

Your happiness and the integrity of your marriage...

Or getting revenge because the world threatens your safety and shatters his fantasies of your shared fortress of solitude.

[brain4stew]

Hiya!!!I was the one that requested cat reader,so sorry i didnt mention which ones i wanted!!!!-🪼 anon

Maybe all the forsaken killers(w/ mafioso if u want?) and chance and shedletsky?Tysm for responding:')))

Don’t be sorry, 🪼!! I probably should have specified it in my masters list, but I didn’t think of it. 😞

But anyway, I’ll see what I can do with your ask! 🫶🫶

(As the other posts; I do not entirely know the characters personalities and so, so they will probably, if not most likely be OOC!!)

That being said, headcanons/something under the cut!! ;

(Survivors first.)

(Chance)

• This guy… I have a feeling he’ll be quite a menace towards you.

• Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably just curious! (No he’s not, he finds you rather cute.)

• When you’re not in any rounds, he’ll practically drag you to the couch in the lobby, and cuddle with you. (He’ll annoy you also.)

• He likes hearing you purr, and likes feeling the vibrations from you. It strangely soothes him.

• He does play with your ears and your tail, just swat at his hands, and he’ll put his hands up in feign surrender. (Keep an eye on that bastard.)

• When you’re in a round, he’ll immediately go and find you. Flipping his trustworthy (not) coin in the process. (He believes you’re walking luck for some reason.)

• He annoys you even when you’re doing generators, to reduce the time of the round. He plays with your ears and tail still. (He gets hit by spikes from John Doe, due to him being distracted…)

• Overall, he likes, if not loves annoying you.

(Shedletsky)

• …He gives you fried chicken. STRAIGHT UP. You’re a cat, no? Take the offered fried chicken!

• He’s just strangely interested in HOW and WHY you’re a cat. But he doesn’t question it.

• He does question if you need actual cat food and items however… (You don’t.)

• He yaps to you. A lot. You don’t mind it though, at least you get to listen to something to cure your boredom in the lobby.

• He does pull you to the couch also, cuddling you, causing him to fall asleep. (He ate too much fried chicken, that the mf fell asleep! 😭) You don’t mind it, for you enjoy laying and sleeping on him. (His stomach to be precise.)

• In rounds, he goes to find you, to protect you when you’re doing generators. (He’s got a sword, so trust him!)

• He’s not that distracted by your appearance, sure he does take glances at you, your ears and tail, but that’s basically it.

• (He ended up getting killed by his own creation, 1x1x1x1… What a shame… But, you somehow survived!)

• Overall, he’s chill with you.

(Killers)

(Jason)

• Jason doesn’t see you much, as you are somehow always hidden in rounds, but that’s alright. He just needs to kill everyone else to see where you are.

• …He managed to get all of your teammates annoyed at him, due to his hitbox…

• You, you were just lying by a tree, did you take a nap??

• When Jason gets to you, he’s… Confused, to say the least.

• He doesn’t know what to do, does he just, let you live, or does he kill you and win for his mother?

• He let you live, as you woke up and practically tackled him and cuddled him, while somehow still asleep?? How.

• He’s confused by your appearance, but doesn’t question it. He does NOT talk, whatsoever, so…

• Overall, he’s chill with you too.

(C00lkidd, platonic)

• We’ll say that you were an emotional support cat for him, as he doesn’t understand his own strength, and hurts most other kids and people.

• 007n7 just, saw how you didn’t mind the bone crushing hug C00lkidd gave you, and just, decided to take you with them.

• C00lkidd loves you! You’re adorable, and he enjoys playing with you!

• You don’t mind whatever damage he does to you, as you know he’s just a kid, and doesn’t understand his own strength.

• Overall, not the best out of everyone, but, he’s somewhat chill.

(John Doe)

• John Doe is… Fascinated, interested and confused by you.

• He doesn’t understand much of affection, even though he has, or had a wife, but, he likes you, he guesses.

• He does want to pet you, but, with his appearance, he can’t, unless he hurts you.

• You just have to show him affection in another way! Just rub your head against his, and he’ll probably understand it!

• He’s confused by your ears and tail, but doesn’t question it, he finds it cute for some reason.

• He listens to you when you ramble on about whatever you did today, occasionally taking glances at how your ears twitch, and your tail flick.

• Overall, he’s also chill with you! He’s confused, yeah, but oh well!

(1x1x1x1)

• …He’s a prick, to say the least.

• He first saw you when he awoke from being created by Shedletsky. You were scratching the air at Shedletsky, as he annoyed you a bit too much.

• That’s how he knew he’d like you for some reason. But why he actually does like you? It’s because he teases you about you being a damn cat.

• You of course… Scratch him for it, but he just laughs it off, finding it amusing. A little cat like you, scratching him? Your scratches feel like tickles to him.

• He pokes your nose, ears and tail time from time, enjoying how annoyed you become at him for it.

• Overall? A prick towards you, with a hidden soft spot for you.

(Mafioso)

• He likes you. Quite literally. I mean, he has a liberal (bunny), so why wouldn’t he like a cat like you?

• Whenever you’re going to groom yourself, he’s magically nearby, and asks if you’ll let him brush your hair, and wash and clean your ears and tail.

• You get surprised time from time, but agree. (You end up drowsy afterwards, as he helps you.)

• He once found you and his bunny cuddled up together, and he secretly took a picture of it. (You both looked so adorable!!)

• He lets you sleep on his bed with him, cuddled up together. And when I tell you he’s so gentle with you when you’re asleep… It’s a stark contrast to how he is with people in debt.

• He sometimes throws his coat over you, which you almost flop down from. Causing him to snort a little at it.

• Overall? He can be very chill, but also a little prick sometimes.

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader’s first anniversary

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

the highly requested :)

Y/n woke up peacefully, her head resting in Drew’s lap as he brushed his fingers through her hair. With a long inhale, she wrapped her arms around his torso before peering up at him.

“Good morning.” Drew said, his voice raspy. He traced a finger along her jawline as he admired her freshly awoken features.

“Good morning.” Y/n whispered, moving to sit against Drew’s chest. She rested her cheek against the skin of his collarbones, the necklace she had gotten him resting alongside her. Drew smoothed his hand down her back, resting his hand on the swell of her thighs.

“So…” Drew said, a sly grin spreading across his lips before the two of them started laughing.

“What?” Y/n asked, furrowing her brows as she looked Drew up and down.

“I think you should… go check out the kitchen.” Drew smiled impossibly wider, his cheeks tinged pink with excitement.

“I should? And why’s that?” Y/n teased, causing Drew to shrug his shoulders playfully. With an exaggerated groan, y/n rolled off of Drew and onto her feet.

“I’m just saying… maybe there’s something there, I don’t know.” Drew raised his hands in faux innocence as he climbed out of bed. He stretched his arms above his head with a groan. Y/n looked him up and down, watching the way the muscles of his body moved and admiring the brilliant tan of his skin and its speckling of freckles.

“Go!” Drew laughed, shooing y/n out of the bedroom with a playful tap of her butt.

“Ok, ok, I’m going.” Y/n smiled, padding down the hallway. She peered around the living room, looking for anything out of the ordinary before moving to look at the kitchen. Immediately, she was greeted with the reason she’d been told to come out in the first place. There, perched atop the kitchen counter, was the bright, purple espresso machine she had been telling Drew all about for the last few months.

“Joseph Andrew!” Y/n squealed as she whipped around to see Drew’s wide, mischievous smile. Y/n crossed the kitchen in only a few seconds, excitedly looking over the brand new machine in all its glory. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons, the steam wand letting out a cloud of steam that made y/n let out an excited giggle. Drew walked up behind her, just as happy to see her excitement over her gift.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Y/n said, wrapping Drew in a tight hug before peppering his face with kisses. The blush on Drew’s cheeks only grew.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Drew murmured, wrapping his arm casually around her torso. Y/n smiled up at him, unable to stop herself. Then, Drew’s face suddenly contorted into an expression of realization before he reached above the refrigerator. As he brought it down, y/n saw the wrapped box he now held in his hands.

“Drew!” Y/n scolded him as he offered the box out to her with a grin. “I haven’t even given you your gift and you’re already on gift number two?!”

“Gotta keep up, baby.” Drew pressed a quick kiss to y/n’s temple before depositing the box into y/n’s hands. He soothed his hand up and down her back as she pulled at the ribbon atop the box before carefully removing the paper. Inside was a velvet box, which caused y/n to look up at Drew widely.

“Drew, this is too much…” Y/n said, shaking her head as Drew beckoned her to continue. Slowly, she opened the box. Inside it was a dainty gold chain, and nestled in the middle, sat a twinkling, serif “d” charm. Y/n felt her breath catch as she stared down at the necklace, her fingertips brushing against the cool metal as she admired it.

“I, uh, know this is kind of a… selfish gift, but I hope you like it.” Drew murmured.

“It’s…” Y/n looked up at him, a slight glint in her eyes as she smiled. “I love it.”

Drew let out a sigh of relief as y/n picked up the necklace from its box. She unclasped it before handing it to Drew and turning her back to him. Drew reached up, draping the necklace around her. The cool metal of his rings brushed against the nape of her neck as he moved her hair out of the way, sending shivers down her spine before he finally fastened the clasp. In an excited skip, y/n ran to the bathroom. In the mirror, she admired the golden charm that rested against her collarbones. Seconds later, Drew appeared behind her. He eyed her reflection closely, taking in each aspect of her before wrapping his arms around her.

His biceps flexed as he squeezed her tightly, lowering his head to kiss her temple before leaving a trail along her jaw. Y/n felt her heart skip, her eyes fluttering close under Drew’s touch. She allowed herself to bathe in it for only a moment before she abruptly opened her eyes once more.

“Get in the shower.” Y/n said suddenly, causing Drew to lift his face from her neck with a furrow of his brow.

“Uh… ok?” Drew said with a slight chuckle, unwrapping his arms from around her to rest his hands on her waist. “Will you be joining me?”

Y/n swallowed harshly before shaking her head repeatedly. A small pout formed on Drew’s lips before he threw his head back with a dramatic groan.

“I’m sorry!” Y/n whined, turning around to face Drew. “As much as I would love to… I have something I have to take care of.”

With a sigh, Drew pressed a quick kiss to y/n’s head before shoving her away playfully.

“Have a great shower!” Y/n teased as she looked back at Drew as he turned on the shower.

“Oh, I will.” He said, stepping out of his boxers just as y/n closed the door to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, y/n quickly took off to fetch Drew’s gift.

“Y/n?” Drew asked as he exited the bathroom, expecting to see y/n perched on the bed, but surprised to find it empty. Drew ran a hand through his dampened hair, water droplets falling onto his fresh t-shirt as he turned towards the hallway..

“Shh, shh, you gotta be quiet, ok?” Drew could hear y/n whisper, followed by the muffled clinking of metal.

“Y/n?” Drew asked again as he began padding down the hallway. As soon as he peered around the corner, and looked into the living room, his jaw dropped. There, resting sweetly in y/n’s arm, was a brown and white speckled puppy. But not just any puppy, the puppy. The puppy Drew had fallen in love with while the two of them had been volunteering at the shelter over the last few months. The puppy that had Drew dropping hints about expanding their family with a furry friend. The puppy that had immediately trotted up to Drew, tail wagging, and stole his heart. 

“Happy anniversary.” Y/n said, smiling widely as she sat the dog down on the ground. Immediately, the puppy clumsily bounded over to Drew. Drew sank to his knees as the dog hopped into his lap, barking happily as Drew immediately pulled the puppy into his arms. The dog licked his jaw, causing Drew to let out an almost childlike laugh before he looked up at y/n.

“Thank you.” Drew said, his voice cracking slightly as he rose to his feet. He stepped towards y/n, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side as they looked at the lively puppy on Drew’s chest. Y/n scratched the puppy’s head before peering up at Drew. She noticed the glassiness in his eyes as he smiled down at the dog before looking over at her. Y/n reached up, wiping a stray tear from Drew’s cheek, causing him to let out a small chuckle before pressing a quick kiss to y/n’s head.

“I love you. Thank you so much.” Drew whispered, petting behind one of the puppy’s floppy ears.

“What do you want to name him?” Y/n asked, smoothing a hand down Drew’s back. Drew gnawed at his lip, gazing gently at the dog in front of him.

“How about Charleston?” Drew said, to which the dog let out an excited bark. Y/n laughed at the dog’s reaction.

“Hello, Charleston.” Y/n smiled, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder, the two of them staring lovingly at their new addition.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

I Won't Say (I'm In Love) ~ Tony's Version

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Tony Stark x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,215ish

Request: Won't Say from Hercules + Natasha is quite sure Tony and reader are in love with each other, but she's after more info so she can try and work out a plan to get them together. She's managed to get a confession out of Tony. Now she's trying to get her best friend to confess, maybe during a girl's night in movie night along with Wanda. But she's stubborn as fuck. But so is Nat, and she ain't ending this night without the info she wants!

Notes: I hope this makes sense... I'm a little worried especially since I steered away from the request a bit.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I’ve already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That’s ancient history, been there, done that”

You sighed as you came home from yet another failed date. Another man who cared more about you being a housewife than a working Avenger. You carried your shoes in your hand as you made your way to the common room of the Compound for a drink.

“You alright?” Tony’s voice had you jumping.

“Tony!” You exclaimed. He was sitting on the couch, nursing his own drink. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he shot you a smile. “But seriously, you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just another failed attempt at dating.” You grabbed a beer from the fridge before plopping down next to Tony on the couch. “I’m beginning to think it’s not worth it anymore.”

“What? Dating?”

“Yeah. Searching for someone to spend your life with. They either are awful straight from the start or they hook you in and break your heart once you’re fully committed… I think I’ll stick to being single.”

“Not everyone is like that. You just have to find the right one.” Tony stood up. “Don’t drink too much of my liquor worrying about it.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Night, Tones.”

You sighed as Tony disappeared down the hall. You hated the reason behind your insistence on going on dates. Anthony Edward Stark. He was your type. Similar to guys you’ve dated before. Which is why you’d never admit to your feelings for him. You would just get hurt if you did. Tony wasn’t the type for a serious relationship, at least not anymore. He made that very clear since his and Pepper’s break up where he was back to sleeping around with any woman who looked at him a certain way. You couldn’t let yourself be one of them, knowing that you couldn’t keep your feelings in check.

~~~

Natasha woke up at her usual time to work out, surprised to see that Tony was already in the gym, a sweaty mess.

“Hard night?” She questioned, coming over to where the man was running on the treadmill.

“Something like that,” he grumbled, focusing on his running.

“Did Y/N go on another date last night?” Tony didn’t bother answering that question. “You know that there’s an easy solution to this. Just ask her out.”

“Natasha—“

“She’ll say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

Natasha stepped onto the front of the treadmill to be face to face with the billionaire. “And if I find out it’s true, will you ask her out?”

“Maybe.”

“Great.” She jumped off the treadmill and headed for the door.

“Wait.” He paused the treadmill and jumped off it. “Where are you going?”

“To gather the evidence I need to stop you guys from being idiots any longer.”

“Who’d you think you’re kidding?

He’s the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you (oh, no)

Girl, you can’t conceal it

We know how you feel and who you’re thinking of (oh)”

You were sitting on the couch in the common room, various teammates around. Vision was talking about something that you had stopped listening to some time ago. Your focus was on Tony. He was standing in the kitchen area, preparing a cup of coffee while talking to Bruce.

Natasha caught you staring and rolled her eyes. She tapped your arm, causing you to look her way, before she motioned to the hallway with her head. You knew that if she wanted to talk, there was no avoiding her. You followed her into one of the conference rooms down the hallway.

“What’s up?” You asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

Natasha leaned against the large glass conference table, arms folded over her chest. “Can you make it more obvious?”

“What are you talking about, Nat?”

“The fact that you’re head over heels in love with Tony.”

“No chance, no way

I won’t say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it? Oh-oh

It’s too cliche (oh)

I won’t say I’m in love (shoo-doop, shoo-doop)

(Ooh)”

Your heart dropped at Natasha’s statement. “Wh—What? No, I’m not.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Your eyes were practically in the shape of hearts.”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat. Tony is my friend. That is all.”

“You’re really going to try to lie to me?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Okay, I see how it is.” Natasha stood up and went to the door. “You know, keeping your feelings inside will only hurt you both more, right?”

“I’ve been hurt too many times, Nat. I can’t do it again. With anyone. No more dates for me. I’m good with being all by myself.”

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson (ooh)

It feel so good when you start out (ooh)

My head is screaming, ‘get a grip, girl!” (Ah)

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out”

Clearly, your heart had not learned its lesson. Though you had been pushing your feelings down for Tony successfully for a while now, something happened since your talk with Natasha. You were acting like an idiot. Like some middle schooler who couldn’t talk to her crush and it was becoming a serious problem.

“Are you doing okay, Y/N?” Tony asked one day after you ruined something in his lab when he was helping fit you to a new suit. “Something’s been… off lately with you. I’m started to grow concerned.”

“I’m fine,” you said too quickly, unable to met his gaze. You internally cringed, wishing that you could just get a grip already.

“Cause that was believable.” He continued working. “You know that you can talk to me, right?”

“I know.” Just never about this, you thought. 

“You keep on denying (oh)

Who you are and how you’re feeling

Baby, we’re not buying

Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling (oh)

Face it like a grown-up

When you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad? (Whoa)”

Just another one of these stupid gala’s that the Team was forced to attend. You were standing to the side of the room, eyes focused on your drink. You were dressed in something that Natasha had picked for you and immediately noticed that Tony was wearing a matching tie as soon as you got here. You were trying to avoid everything and everyone, too caught up in your own world, to notice someone coming up to you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You jumped at Tony’s voice, despite it being one of your favorite things to hear. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Came to check on you. You okay?”

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Fine.”

One of his brows rose as he looked at your unbelievingly. “Well, I think I have an idea to make it better.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dance floor.

“Tony, no, I—“

“You need to relax.” 

Tony took your drink and set it on the nearby table before tugging you into the middle of the crowd of couples dancing. He readjusted the hand he was already holding so that it was better for dancing while his other hand came around your back and pulled you close to him. He began leading you in a small circle. His eyes were focused on you while you were trying to look anywhere else.

“You keep doing that,” he mumbled.

“What?” You questioned, still not looking at him.

“Avoiding me… why?”

“I— I’m not avoiding you.”

Tony scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me. You won’t even look at me.” Your eyes slowly met his deep brown ones. A small smile formed across his face. “There they are… I’ve missed those beautiful eyes.”

Your heart was hammering against your chest as your face heated up at his words. You had to force yourself not to look away.

“We used to talk about everything,” Tony admitted quietly. “But you’ve been pulling away.”

“Just a lot going on,” you muttered. “Been pulled on a lot of different missions.”

“That’s not it and you know it… Is it… are you… is there some you’re seeing? Did a date workout?”

“No,” you quickly shook your head. “I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I just mean that good that no one’s hurting you. That— That’s it.”

The Team watched as you and Tony continued to dance and chat.

“She’s clearly in love with him,” Natasha commented. “Why can’t she see how in love with her Tony is?”

“Stop meddling, Nat,” Steve reprimanded. “Let things happen when they happen.”

“Says the man who waited too long.”

“Hey! That was low.”

“But true,” Bucky commented.

“There has to be a way that we can get them together,” continued Nat. “And I will be making it happen. Just watch.”

“No chance, no way

I won’t say it, no, no

Give up, give in

Check the grin, you’re in love

This scene won’t play

I won’t say I’m in love (you’re doing flips)

(Read our lips, you’re in love)”

Tony and you were in the lab. He had requested your help with one of his suits. The suit just shot him across the lab and you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

“Tony!” You laughed. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” he groaned, sitting up.

You rushed over and reached out a hand. Tony grabbed your outstretched hand, but instead of using it to pull himself up, he pulled you down. You squealed as you landed on Tony. He laughed, securing you to him. You froze as you realized how close your faces were. Tony’s laughter died down too as his eyes flickered to your lips. You shivered as his hand slipped up your body to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing against your skin.

“I…” you breathed out, mind reeling. “I got to go.”

You quickly pushed yourself off of Tony and rushed out of the room. Tony sighed, putting his hands over his eyes and he got angry with himself.

“You’re way off base

I won’t say it (she won’t say it loud)

Get off my case (sha-la)

I won’t say it (ooh)

Girl, don’t be proud

It’s okay, you’re in love”

You had been completely avoiding Tony since the incident in the lab and everyone, especially Tony, can tell. 

“Leave me alone, Nat!” You yelled as she tried to convince you to talk to Tony for what felt like the millionth time that day. “Seriously!”

“You are doing more harm than good at this point, Y/N!” She replied, not giving up. “Just be honest with yourself and Tony. You both deserve better than this.”

“Please, leave me be, Nat!”

“It’s okay to feel this way! It’s normal to be in love and to be scared. Tony’s scared too.”

“You don’t know what you’re taking about.”

Natasha sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to back down so it was time for her plan B to be put into place. She got a tranquilizer gun from her boot and shot you in the back. You gasped, falling forward and passing out quickly. She shook her head as she grabbed your body and began dragging you away.

~~~

You woke up with a groan. Looking around, you realized that you were laying on a table in one of the conference rooms. Tony was on the other end, sitting in one of the chairs.

“What’s—“ You cut yourself up to clear your throat as you sat up. “What’s going on?”

“Romanoff,” Tony answered. “She locked us in here and isn’t going to let us out unless…”

“Unless?”

Tony sighed, lifting his head to look at you. “Unless we confess our feelings.”

“No,” you immediately said, shaking your head. You scrambled off the table and onto your feet. “She can’t do this.”

Tony stood up and slowly began coming over to you. “Why? Why can’t she?”

“Because… Because… I… She just can’t.”

“Is it because you don’t feel the way she thinks you do or is it because you do?”

“Tony… I can’t… I won’t say anything… I can’t get hurt again.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you, sweetheart… Never.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“But I can show it. If you’d let me.”

“Tony… I…” Your heart was screaming at you to just tell him that you loved him, but your mind was winning. “I… I’m sorry… I can’t say it. I can’t. I… I care too much… I have to protect myself. I have to—“

Tony grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. His lips attached to yours in a swift motion, catching you off guard.

“Oh

At least out loud

I won’t say I’m in love

(Shoo-doop, shoo-doop, shoo-doop, shoo-doop)

(Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ah)”

Tony guided you through the tender kiss, his hands holding your face close to his. You allowed yourself to relax and melt into him.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips when he finally broke the kiss. “I love you, too. And I will do whatever I can to show you every day.” His lips pecked yours. “Every damn day. I love you.”

“And if I won’t say it back just yet?” you nervously questioned.

“You don’t ever have to say it, if you’re not ready. But I’ll still be here. I promise.”