#and also like…that face he makes after the first “why are you just smiling at me?’’

[randomshyperson]

Butchered Tongue - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The Halloween Disturbances separate Wanda from her wife, who, intrigued, begins to take a closer look at the anomalous activities in Westview. Or the one where you discover Westview isn't what it seems, Agatha loses her temper, and Death makes an appearance. 

Warnings: (+18), there’s smut at the beginning (sub!wanda, hints of power dynamics, enchanted strap, creampie, dirty talk), mentions of magical manipulation, Westview canon compliance, agathario being agathario, dark and traditional magic, mentions of attempted magical resurrection, a lot of canon angst ‘cause why not, nothing bad ever happen to kids denial is a river | Words: 7.060k

A/N-> “Why this has an open ending, mary?” Well for start, this is a test. I’m writing a long fic that rewrites and inserts reader into westview drama and I wanted to see how further I could dive into this subject and also bring agathario angst. I liked it very very much but this work here I actually had a lot of fun writing it and i wanted to share it with everyone. I hope people tell me what they thought of it, if you all would rather have a story for the beginning with all the scenes of them together or just a story that moves forward (i haven't thought of a plot after this yet). Honestly, this is just for fun people, I hope you liked this and I hope that I someday write more about this little variation of new characters and dynamics I wrote in this one. The new series will have hybrid!reader ‘cause i’m a TVD fan and i miss that shit daily (and witches and vampires/werewolves are a match). Ps. I suck at summaries and now I just copy-paste the show's official summaries haha

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*you can read the two first "chapters" for context but it's not really necessary, to understand the story. This is pretty canon-compliant

-&-

Pietro's presence just worsens the tension between you and Wanda.

Not that he's behaving inappropriately or anything like that - his flawed personality is probably his charm. 

The problem is that you had no idea Wanda had a bother in the first place. You were certain she didn’t, just two seconds before she opened that door, but by the same second she told you who that was, your mind went blank and a click of new memories was input into your brain. You could relax and pretend they were always there, and trust your wife but she must have been feeling strange about the whole thing as well, somehow sharing her hesitation through the magic that surrounded every corner and mind of that town.

That's why when Wanda came back to bed that night, she found you already asleep - or pretending to. Every instinct in your mind was telling you to run screaming, the image of your work colleague and his despairing eyes, begging for help, piercing all the new family memories you were getting now.

Children growing up years during one single evening, neighbors terrified subconsciousness, mystery brother. Things seemed to be getting out of control for Wanda as well, but she just kept saying everything was fine and you could trust her.

She didn't try to press you into a conversation, but you heard her tense sighing around the room while she changed into her nightgown.

In no time, there's a soft weight on the bed and a pull on the mattress. You feel her warmth behind you but don't move an inch.

Wanda shifts and you stop breathing when her fingers reach out for your back. Tentatively calling for your attention.

Sighting deeply, you slowly turn to face her. You don't know what you were expecting, maybe red irises that would take your doubts away. You weren't expecting to find teary eyes instead. The effect was nearly the same though - seeing Wanda crying knock down all your defenses all at once.

“Hey.” You start softly, one of your hands moving to her cheek. She leans into the touch immediately, a sad smile on her lips. “Why are you crying, darling?”

She shakes her head, and it looks like she won't explain further when suddenly, she sobs. “I can't believe he's really here.” 

Wanda looks so vulnerable but you're so confused. You don't stop your caress on her cheek but you stare at her in doubt. “Oh darling, tell me what's wrong? Didn't you two get along?”

Wanda chuckles sadly. Your words are not meant to be anything but curious and reassuring of her feelings but they pierce her heart nonetheless. The fact that this version of you has no idea of how much she lost, and didn't even know who Pietro was until tonight makes her feel so wrong about everything.

“We did. He, hm…” She dries her own tears when evading your touch. To lie to your face, she needs physical distance not just emotional. “We grew apart, that's all. It's really nice to have my brother around again.” She turns away, to gaze at the ceiling but you frown at the sudden change of behavior. Wondering what you might have said to upset her, you swallow as Wanda yaws. “Today was just a lot. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Wanda turns her back to you without another word but less than a minute later, you hear her trying to shuffle her crying.

You don't ask her any questions as you adjust to hold her, feeling her body tensing before relaxing completely.

There will be time for questions tomorrow. Right now, you just hold your wife while she cries herself to sleep, hoping she knows in her heart you'll be there for her.

-&-

Pietro Maximoff could be a bit inconvenient. But so could be Agnes, the nosy neighbor who seemed to share a special affection for Wanda's twin. 

You couldn't really decide which one of them was the most cheeky.

With the daily routine falling into place again, you wanted to believe things were getting better but in fact, they weren't. That whole “foggy mind” sensation never left you, and you had the strong impression that the whole two weeks of Pietro sleeping on the couch and every other routine memory with the boys, Wanda and occasionally Agnes around the round was somehow implemented into your head during your sleep. It just didin’t feel like weeks had passed, but somehow everybody was acting like it did.

Without any proof to that, however, you found yourself staring at a colorful outfit in your shared closet.

Wanda got up early - She has been quite evasive about your agony. And her lack of interest just makes you more anxious.

But by the time you were ready to face another day, she was already dressed up in her red costume, looking way too pretty for someone you were supposed to be mad with.

“Hey darling good morning. Your outfit is right there, I'm gonna check if the boys are ready.” She spoke very quickly, hands busy with the last adjustments of her hair. But her little crown was slightly misplaced and you moved to her way before she could bypass you and leave the room. “What are you…?”

Without a word, your hands move to fix her appearance. Wanda stays put, eyes scanning your face as if searching for a hidden meaning behind your actions, and at the slight feeling of her presence in your mind, you chuckle.

“Is this what you do now?” You question and Wanda's cheeks grow red with shame. “Little peaks whenever you don't feel like talking to your wife?”

She gasps slightly at the accusation. But you're staring at her with anything but teasing behind your eyes and Wanda lifts her chin.

“I don't want us to fight.” She declares but she doesn't move away from your touch so you don't give her space either.

“Fight? You barely pay me a glance.”

“That is not true!” She defends herself immediately but you chuckle dry.

“How come is Halloween already? I could swear it was summer. Didn't we go to the local club just a couple of days ago?”

Wanda holds your wrist, moving your hand away from her red crown. 

“Could you just behave? Today, at the boy's first Halloween? Please.”

She was not only diverting the whole situation guilty towards you but also ignoring your questions. 

When Wanda decided that behaving so toxic towards you was acceptable you don't know.

What you know is that she needed to be reminded of a few important things.

“I'm afraid that your bother is having a terrible influence on me, darling.” You start, freeing your hand from her grip only to move both to her waist. She swallows hard but keeps an indifferent expression. “I'll be up to mischief all evening.”

She frowns, even if by instinct her hands find your shoulders to correspond to your touch, she looks tense.

“What… You're not sticking around for your son's first Halloween?”

You chuckle at her choice of words. Nowadays, every time you want to question something, Wanda goes for emotional appeal. 

“Is it? They are already ten. I'm certain we must have taken them to pick up candy at some point. It would be odd if we haven't.” 

Wanda narrows her eyes at you. So this is how you gonna play this game - by taunting her on everything that was weird about Westview, trying to see her crack on her indifference.

She takes a deep breath, fingers adjusting your pajama’s collar.

“You're trying to get a reaction out of me. I'm sorry, but I already said we're not fighting today. If you can't skip work, I'm taking the boys with their uncle.”

“As you wish, darling.” You retry with the same serious tone. 

Wanda stares back. And there's a pause and another. 

Then, a pull on her waist to bring her hard towards your chest. Wanda barely has time to blush or choke on her breathing when your lips meet her in an intense kiss.

She moans against her will into your tongue, her body melting as your hands squeeze her waist, that doesn't help her regain her posture one bit.

She feels her back hit the shelf when you push forward to press her against it, but that only makes her kiss you harder, the affected sighs during the kiss only making you crazier.

Your hands start to wander, and the bedroom door locks by itself, a spell of noise filling the wood as well. As your kisses go down her jaw, her trembling fingers try to undo the knot of your pajama pants. She ends up failing in the activity when you start biting a sensitive spot behind her ear, your teeth scraping the way down, and Wanda wonders if she should cause more fights to have such a mind-blowing turn-on like this; she feels like if you don't fuck her now she might combust.

She only realizes she's started begging because you give a sadistic giggle, which makes her cheeks burn.

"I might not let you leave the room, Wands." You tease, and she has trouble even understanding what you're saying because you've lowered your fingers to where she's already started leaking beyond her costume. "Making those delicious sounds, and dressed like that. I don't want to let you go." 

She forces her mouth to work, even though she's first letting out a little squeal when she feels your palm press against her covered pussy. "I'll be quick." She replies hoarsely, and you raise an eyebrow at the double meaning. She chuckles weakly, sighing. "You won't even have time to miss me." 

You hum absently, looking down. One of your hands caresses her ass and then her thigh, smoothing her pantyhose. Your fingers tease her intimacy, bringing the moisture she can't contain, and making her knees buckle. When Wanda shudders, in that sexy way she always does every time her orgasm is building properly, you sigh. 

"Sorry, honey, I really need to touch you." It's your only warning, and Wanda wants to pretend she doesn't like it when you rip her costume at the bottom, but she ends up rewarding you with a new wave of wetness running down her thighs.

You kiss her again as your fingers find her entrance, but Wanda has trouble even standing, let alone kissing you back when you’re touching her like this. Your fingers tease her hot entrance before you push two digits inside without ceremony, grunting at the warmth and the way she squeezes you. Wanda sighs contentedly and resists the instinct to close her eyes to meet your gaze. She holds on as you rest one hand behind her on the shelf, and adjust the angle of the other, going deeper inside her. It’s almost a challenge as your thrusts start to get more determined and harder and she has to grip your shoulders to stay upright, biting her lip to muffle the sounds that tear from her throat.

The climax builds so quickly, she might be embarrassed if you weren’t her wife, and you know her body so well. Just adjust the angle, press her clitoris with your thumb, and Wanda arches and comes hard, keeping herself standing only by holding on to your shoulders, while all the lights in the room flicker and the place shakes as much as your body.

You have a satisfied little smile on your face as she tries to stop shaking, and she can't hold back her moan when you remove your fingers from inside her only to suck them clean one by one.

You kiss her again as soon as you finish, and Wanda finds it so dirty and sexy that she starts scratching your belly, ready for another. You break off with a giggle.

"Weren't you the one in a hurry?" You tease, your pants loosening as Wanda starts to feel around you, pulling the item down with some urgency.

"Weren't you the one who wouldn't let me get out of bed?" She responds aroused, managing to make you giggle before pressing your hips together, her firm hands squeezing your ass.

When she kisses you next, sucking on your tongue, you grunt. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Wands." You break the kiss, manhandling her back to the bed, and standing behind her. "You're gonna get on all fours and watch yourself get fucked like the slutty housewife you love to be. Come on, Wanda." A slap to her ass has her whimpering on shaking limbs until she finally exposes herself to you. The mirror in the corner of the room is ignored, but you force her face up, and she stares at the sight that leaves her dripping.

It doesn't surprise her to feel the hardness against her entrance, but it makes her break into a deep moan. The toy conjured in your pants that are still hanging at your knees slides in easily, and you both grunt at the sensation of the enchanted cock filling her up. Your first thrust is the only gentle one. Your hands grip her hips and then her hair, and Wanda is transformed into a pathetic mess of begging and moaning as you begin to fuck into her hard, the bed rocking with your movements.

You grunt between thrusts how much you love her. How much you love filling her, how much you love the way she sounds and feels. How much you want to fuck another baby into her.

Wanda comes without warning, her hands gripping the sheets in desperation, her body giving in to the climax as she cries loudly into the bed. You don't stop your movements, the creamy slickness making a dirty sound that makes you curse softly and Wanda blush deeply. She grunts at the overstimulation, but her hips move in time with yours.

You tell her that you're going to come, your thrusts becoming more frantic and uncoordinated, and she keeps her gaze on your reflection, watching with adoration the way your body moves against hers, your face contorted with pleasure as she barely manages to stay on her own limbs. When you come inside, the sensation is too delirious to begin with, so Wanda follows your climax, moaning as your body falls on top of hers, holding her to the bed as you pour yourself inside her.

But as your breathing calms and the arousal has subsided to deep intimacy, you sigh and pull out of her, throwing yourself next to her on the bed. Wanda frowns at the change in your energy and looks at you curiously.

"We can't end all fights like this," you murmur, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Can't we?"

But despite your dry chuckle, there's no joy in your eyes. It makes Wanda feel like the worst person in the world, even after what was probably the best sex she's had in a long time.

"I'm gonna go change. I promise I won't ruin anything for you today." You say, and she wants to pull you back and tell you that you never ruin anything, that this is all for, but none of that comes out.

She just stands there in silence, until she remembers everything she had planned for today with the noise downstairs.

She's already fixed her costume and tidied the room when you come back with a towel slung over your shoulders.

“I…” But the boys running and fighting with their uncle downstairs make Wanda sigh. She offers you a lingering glance once she touches the doorknob. “I love you, Y/N. Never forget, alright?” 

You give her a lopsided smile. “Don't start or I'm gonna kiss you again.”

She smiles and leaves without saying anything else. You don't know how her heart ached at the fact you didn't say it back.

-&-

The further you went, the less habited Westview became.

The realization gives you chills, and as the city turns into this creepy empty scenario, you start to consider giving up your little investigation and just go back to your lovely wife and children.

It's the neighbor's parked car at Ellis Avenue that makes you sigh determined.

You're surprised to find Agnes having a drink inside. The small bottle has an insight that looks strangely familiar to you but you can't put your heart on that. And you're busy speaking:

“Goodnight, Agnes, is everything alright?” You greet but upon your sudden arrival, she chuckles ironically.

Not even bothering to hide away the bottle that has something so strong that you can smell the alcohol from afar, she leans into the window to get a better look at you.

“And what are you doing here, sugar?”

Her attitude chocks you. Not only that but something about the ascent also makes you frown. But you decide to play along because things are weird enough those days.

“Hm, I was just going for a walk.”

Agnes lifts an eyebrow at you. “Oh, does she know you're out?”

You know immediately she's talking about Wanda but you have no clue what that means. So you swallow drily and stare at the older woman.

“Yeah, I… I tell my wife everything.”

Agnes giggles wickedly. “Is that what you believe? Truly? How lovely.”

“Agnes, I don't understand -”

“Stop this act for once!” She cuts off angrily, opens the door, and almost hits you in the process. You step back so she can get out of the vehicle, and she hits the door a second time. “I'm Agatha! We know each other! Stop this foolish act for once!”

You frown and shake your head confusedly. “Of course we know each other, you're my neighbor-”

She groans impatiently, giving your shoulders a hard push. “Do you know how worried I was when you disappeared? Do you even care?”

“Agnes, I don't-”

“When you said you wanted to do the right thing, I let you. I gave you the space you wanted. When you said you would play superhero with those lunatics, I said okay, do one crazy thing this century, we all have our phases.” She continues to vent, without caring about your confusion. “But then you were gone! They brought everybody back except you. There was a whole fucking memorial you know? And I thought, fuck that stupid asshole finally got what she was looking for. And yeah I took your body from those shitty agents like you made me swear I would do if you were ever treated like a lab rat, but then I came here for a job and here you are! Playing housewife with that witch as if nothing bad happened ever happened!”

You interrupt her: “What bad thing happened?”

“You died, your idiot!” She screams back, stealing the air from your lungs. But she sighs to keep her composure and then chuckles humorlessly. “Or at least that's what the news said, right?” She retorts, her eyes shining lit. You don't know if it's the tears or the challenge behind her iris. “What is this anyways, Y/N? Where even are you right now? Do you know? Does she?”

You step back, your heart racing in your chest. “None of this makes any sense. You're clearly disoriented, and I'm sorry but I can't deal with this right now.” You practically run away from her, but Agnes - or Agatha at this point you're not sure of anything anymore - stops following you. She shakes her head in disbelief and takes the small bottle from her pocket again. With a long gulp, it looks like she drinks all of it before turning back to her car.

You just keep moving. 

The Avenue limit is in front of you, and you don't have to make much of an effort to realize there's so short of energy there. Like a wall right in front of you.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to the border moving forward with your fingers.

The second you're out, Westview disappears.

-&-

Before.

When Agatha Harkness decided her apprentice was ready for a real mission, she expected the witch she chose to spare instead of sacrifice once, to go for something simple, like killing a dragon or exploring a different realm.

She was not expecting an infinity stone.

“It's stupidly dangerous.” She said when you suggested but you didn't lose your posture.

“And when are we doing things that aren't dangerous?” Your argument started there just before you listed how inconvenient it would be if Hydra learned how to manipulate the stones for the actual magical community. Teasing Agatha by saying you might ask the Kamar Taj Mages for the same mission was the main reason she agreed with this.

In no time, you're heading off to a little place called Sokovia. Alone for your first mission, you didn't call for help when you got captured because that would be too humiliating. It was your first mission without Agatha, you could handle Hydra and their weird science.

You could handle their experiments and torture in search of truth. You could handle an infinity stone being carved into your skin as they tried to study the magic from your veins. If there was something that Agatha taught was that you should never fear power, no matter what, you should take it. And so you did.

Agatha was supposed to be proud - You did not only succeed in your mission when you interrupted the experiments by stealing the stone from Hydra to give it to the Avengers (who were not supposed to do the same with it to be clear), but you were also much more powerful than any witches your age and beyond due to the experiments. But instead of being proud, Agatha got jealous. She was worried too, but mostly jealous. It's just who she was after all - the most ambitious person you ever met. And having her apprentice overcome her power in one mission didn't make her feel very good about herself.

After the fight that escalated with this jealousy, you two departed for years. You became an Avenger, and Agatha kept doing what she did best. The stone craved at Vision’s head kept whispering fears into his mind until finally, the mad Titan came to Earth to retract what he believed belonged to him and kill anyone who stayed in his way.

You were given a proper and public funeral organized by Natasha Romanoff, so Agatha knew you were gone. She saw the news, then she visited the grave. 

The Avengers didn't know the old ways of witchcraft, so she felt she was in her right to steal your body without giving any explanation. Leaving an empty and destroyed grave behind. It was not the witch community problem that a new tension surfaces with that, whispers of government organizations or criminals wishing to have your body for their own experiments. The talk of men was of little importance for a 300-year-old witch anyway.

Five years came and a flick of fingers brought everybody back from the dead. All but you.

Agatha had your body magically preserved - untouched by the lady of death as one last favor from Rio - she made sure you were buried in her family land as well. 

You must rest with your kind she would say.

But everything changed one afternoon. She felt a powerful magic emission from afar and left her property. Unaware that you heard the same calling.

The connection you held with the witch calling whatever was deeper than the dark roots of that cursed magical ground your body was buried in. 

The stone that was used to amplify Wanda's and your powers created a magical bond between you two that not even death could break. That, and well, you loved each other very deeply. The second her heart screamed your name during the Creation of Westview, you moved to her. 

Your poor stitched body couldn't do the travel - the fight with the Titan weakened your flesh to its limit. You crawled into the Harkness Residence while its owner flayed to answer the magical calling before you could.

The only way you were able to reach for Wanda was with your mind. The preserved connection of the stone to yours and her power brought your conscience all the way to Westview but weakened by the distance and your wife's grief, all memories were gone. 

You were there, but not really.

And while Agatha's employees woke up and freaked out about a body in the living room, your Hex version and her were locked inside Westview, following up fantasies for what felt like a lifetime but in reality barely a week had passed.

That until of course, you stepped outside.

The first person you see is Darcy Lewis. But she's nothing like you remember her.

Just like everybody around, she had circus outfits and even some handcuffs and chains around her that made you frown.

Getting up from the ground you didn't even realize you fell into, you take a moment to clean up the amount of dirt from your clothes.

“Darcy, is that really you?”

The brunette let out a nervous laugh. “I'm sorry, am I the only one who saw this woman appearing out of nowhere? Hello, guys? Okay, I'm out of here.” She moves away nervously but you stumble behind her. 

“Wait, Darcy, is me-”

“Get away from me, stranger!” Darcy shouts back, almost running but you focus on using your abilities. It's painful, as if your mind and body - and the Westview version of yourself are -  getting used to magic again, so when you teleport to her way, your knees give up and Darcy is kind enough not to let you fall to the ground. “What the hell was that?”

You balance yourself with her help. “Darcy is me. How can you not remember me?”

“Sorry, I'm not good with names.”

You chuckle weakly. “Not even Jane Foster? Or Thor?” She blinks, suddenly more uncomfortable than before. When she hesitates, you reach for her head. The magical subjugation is forced away by your magic and Darcy gasps in chock. 

“Oh my god, is really you is it, Y/N?” She finally recognized you, her memories coming back to her at high speed.  You sigh in relief, moving closer to free her from her chains. You hug her back as her arms lock around you tightly. “I knew they were wrong when they said you were gone.”

You break the embrace to give her a small smile. “Well, about that…”

You had to tell the story very quickly; your goal was to get back to the city, to your wife. Who needs to explain to you how the hell you were here and not buried in New York. If Wanda wouldn't talk, Agatha would have to do it.

Darcy, fortunately, managed to get a car.

"[...] do you really think she resurrected me?"

Darcy shrugs, she's driving and even though she's not a witch, she seems to take the whole story very seriously.

"Look, it's like I told you, SWORD called all kinds of experts to this place. No one really knows what the Hex is made of, much less how you're here. But what we do know is that your body was stolen about three weeks ago, and no one has been able to locate you anymore."

You imagine how Wanda would have done it, and the image of her digging your grave and dragging your body through the city gives you chills. But it also has nothing to do with Wanda, and makes you sigh wearily.

"I don't know, Darcy. It doesn't sound like anything she would do."

The woman with the glasses forces a sad smile at you. "Grief is a strange feeling, my friend. We often do surprising things."

There's a pause, but when Darcy speaks again after a whistle, her tone is much lighter than before.

"Now, talking about your body, are you sure you don't feel... you know, physical?"

You laugh, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. "It's hard to explain. I don't think I would notice if I weren't a witch, and well the spell is strong and capable of fooling everyone here. But I can feel that I'm not complete." You try to explain. "I only noticed when I left the Hex. It was like a tug, behind my head, as if my mind is the only physician thing here somehow. I don't know how Wanda brought me back, but I have a few guesses. A lot of them involve necromancy, but I don't know where she would have learned that. Although, the presence of a friend here in the Hex gave me some pointers."

Darcy frowns. "Friend? Who?"

She has to brake suddenly, because there's a sheep crossing in the way. It's your turn to grimace.

"What the hell...?" The herd lingers and then gives way to children crossing the street and an old lady with walking sticks.

Wanda is keeping you away. But why?

"She's doing this, Darcy." You mutter irritably, looking out the window at the next distraction on the road - roadworks - before unbuckling your seatbelt. "This is ridiculous. I am dead, and my wife would rather arrest me on the road than talk about it. We'll meet downtown, Darcy. And thank you for coming here to help Wanda." You get out of the car before your friend can protest, and fly away without waiting for anything else.

It's time to have a grown-up talk about things.

-&-

Your sudden departure, although short, was enough for your physical body to gain the little vigor it needed.

Just enough to call the only person who could help you in this state.

Agatha had few trusted employees, but they all liked you. Worried and attentive to every movement, to every weak breath of yours, while they stitched and healed your body, they heard you whisper the name that had not been pronounced under this roof for hundreds of years.

“Rio Vidal.”

Harkness Mansion grew cold at once, and the employees shrank in fear but also lowered their gazes in respect for the personification of death that had just appeared at the entrance.

Rio walked unhurriedly to the stone bench where your body rested. She touched your face and hoped you had some strength to open your eyes.

Completely white irises stared back at her. An empty, soulless cocoon.

"Poor child." The woman whispered, tracing your cheek carefully. "Agatha never learns."

She made to move away, but you managed to move your hand to hers. "Help me." The mansion's servants left the two of you alone, but Rio didn't care if she had an audience or not. She sighed sadly, her free hand resting above your ribcage. 

"Agatha asked me not to take your body, but this is inhumane. You're suffering, Y/N." You shake your head, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Rio looks at you in confusion and insists: "Of course you are, child, look at you. You're empty. You're not even here anymore." Your fingers intertwine with hers in desperation. "We..West...view."

You struggle to get the words out, until finally, Rio understands.

"Westview is a town in New Jersey. That's where Agatha anchored the preservation spell, isn't it? Tell me where. I'll set you free."

You shake your head and your words change. "Wanda."

The woman frowns. "Wanda? Your wife? What does she have to do with...-"

One of the servants comes back into the room, a newspaper in hand. He seems too scared to interfere, but he still manages to hand the item to Rio.

When she reads the headline about Westview and a mysterious Hex that has quarantined the town, she laughs in disbelief.

She comes back to you only to pull you up in a sitting position, ignoring your grunts of pain.

"Our wives are insane, honey. Get up, let's clean up their mess."

It's a quick trip with Rio's skills, of course.

And you arrive for a very ugly fight, which your body certainly couldn't handle. That's why Rio keeps you both hidden, watching from a distance.

Agatha - as always - takes impulsive actions and this time, she can't win.

In any other situation, Rio would have intervened on her wife's behalf. This time, having to help your body stand up, prevented from decaying by spells because Agatha refused to let you die, she doesn't do it. She just watches Wanda take her power.

After so many centuries of watching Agatha do the same to other witches, it's definitely an interesting scene.

The limit is drawing in imprisoning her. That Rio can't allow.

"May I interrupt, ladies?"

Rio's sudden appearance makes Wanda go on alert and prepare for a fight. But her entire posture collapses when she locks eyes with you.

With a sob, Wanda calls your name and then runs to meet you.

You have trouble staying upright with the hug but you don't dare complain.

Billy and Tommy look at the scene with confused faces, and it is Billy who whispers his version of Hex:

"Why is mom hugging that zombie?"

You laugh softly, ruffling your two children's hair. Wanda is crying, unable to let go of your body, and you sigh tiredly. You feel the tug coming from there, but you have no idea how to regain a physical form. The connection seems impossible.

Agatha starts to cause a commotion with her ex-wife.

"You're so irresponsible, I told you a million times that breaking the natural order of things is impossible, and it's temporary. You don't listen, and you don't learn!" Rio accuses, trying to reach Agatha who is running away from her until she reaches your Hex version.

"Here’s the proof that it's not impossible!" Agatha retorts in despair, ignoring the looks in her direction. "Look at her! She lives! It's her soul! Wanda brought her back. She could-"

"Agatha." Rio cuts her off, tears in her eyes for the first time. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. And when she speaks again, her voice is much softer than before. "Not him, okay?"

And the witch who is holding your shoulders tightly, sniffs softly, trying to hide her own emotions. "Why? Why can't you give me the only thing I want?"

Rio swallows hard. "He found peace, Agatha. There is no return for his soul. Y/N is still here because you imprisoned her. And Wanda was able to call her back. And now." She gestures to your two versions and your wife. "It's time for goodbyes."

Wanda didn't want to let go of you, but you gave her a reassuring smile.

Your physical body couldn't speak, and she noticed it immediately. She touched your cheeks and stared into your completely white, lifeless eyes.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you." She whispers, sniffing softly. "I'm going to let you go."

The boys don't listen, having been taken away from the confusion by Monica as soon as Agatha and Rio start arguing. And Wanda needs to leave your body with Lady Death, even if it breaks her heart into a thousand pieces.

"Will you take care of her?" She asks, swallowing the urge to cry again. She looks at Agatha, sulking in a corner as if she would also start crying at any moment, and sighs. "Of the two of them?"

Rio nods and looks at Wanda curiously. "We'll meet again, Wanda Maximoff. I'm at the end of all journeys."

The younger witch can't smile back, she just looks at Rio with such deep sadness that it makes the entity regret having been present in so many moments of Wanda's life.

With one last look at your body, the Scarlet Witch joins her family from the Hex, and leaves towards their house, while the magic fades in the sky and around everyone.

-&-

You turned on the lamp just as Wanda had turned off the opposite one, and she smiled as she looked at you.

The boys were sleeping upstairs, and from the window, you could see the Hex closing.

"Sorry, I remembered..." You start awkwardly, out of breath. "That it's bad luck to say goodnight in the dark."

Wanda smiles, approaching in small steps. "Is that so?"

You nod, your hands in your pockets because you don't know what to do with them. You didn't know what to do with anything.

"It's the name of a song, isn't it? One of the many you used to listen to in the Avengers Tower."

Your wife sighs, giving you a sad, almost guilty smile. She's finally close enough to touch.

"I'm sorry about your memories." She asks softly, her hands moving to your wrists. So that you take your hands out of your pockets, and place them where they belong. Around her. "I would have told you the truth from the beginning, but I didn't know-"

She trails off when instead of wrapping your arms around her waist, one of your hands reaches for her cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that makes her melt and gasp.

Wanda can't do this. She can't. She doesn't want to say goodbye, and she can't say goodbye to you again.

"I'm so sorry for making you cry." That's what you say, which just makes her break down into a sob. You give her a tearful smile, your other hand also reaching for her face, to hold her tenderly. "You, Wanda Maximoff, are by far the best thing that has happened to me in 345 years on this earth. The fact that I get to die knowing that I was loved not just by anyone, by  you, is the epitome of a fulfilled life.” You say, caressing her skin with your thumb. You take a deep sigh, as your wife tries to hold your hands in her face. “I love you, Wanda.”

“Please.” She cries, falling into your embrace when you move your hands away. She holds you as tight as she can, but she can feel the fading of the spell. “Please come back to me.”

With all your heart, you wished to fulfill her request. And with the end of Hex, the last sensation you felt was Wanda's embrace, and her tears wetting your shirt.

It made all the sense that you woke up with a jump, calling her name.

The place you were in looked nothing like Westview or any place you had been in years.

But it wasn't completely unfamiliar. It looked a lot like a forested area you hadn't been in since the last century.

And the little boy picking flowers near the river where you emerged from took all the air from your lungs.

Little Nicholas Schatch looked back as if he had guessed you were awake.

"Hi, Aunt Y/N."

You gasped with excitement, sitting up. He came closer and didn't complain when you pulled him into a tight hug. Even though you came from the water, your clothes were not wet.

"Hi, Nicky." You cried, holding him until he laughed at the tightness and tried to escape the grip. "Look at you, boy. You look so handsome, so grown up."

It had been so long since you had seen him since you had helped Agatha bury him. He didn't seem to have aged a day, but he had looked so small when he passed, that you had the impression he had grown. "It's so good to see you again, dear." Nick smiled, sitting down next to you on the dry grass. 

"You didn't bring Mama with you." You give him a sad smile, shaking your head. 

"I'm sorry, little prince, your mama isn't ready yet." He nods in understanding, upset but not insisting. You look around, recognizing that scene, the cabin in the background, the river. You sigh before looking at Nicholas again. "Where's your other mother?" He shrugs, gathering the flowers in his lap. You realize he bound them together with magic, not with knots. You frown, touching his hands. "Can you do magic now, little prince?" He nods, smiling. 

"My mother taught me." You stare at him in surprise and then look around again. 

"Where are we, Nicky? Do you know?" He gives a confused laugh. 

"Home, Aunt Y/N, of course."

You accept the flower necklace he made for you but don’t get up when he walks away back to the lake.

“Nicky.” You call after a moment of thought. He hums, signaling that he’s listening. “Did anyone else come with me? Two other little boys?”

He doesn’t look up from the new necklace he’s making. “No, Aunt Y/N. My mother said Billy and Tommy ran away.”

Your stomach drops. You choke. “W-what… Ran away? Where?”

He shrugs and finally looks at you again.

"She doesn’t know, Auntie. But my mother keeps me here safe, away from the disease. She said she could keep you and Billy and Tommy too. But she needs to find them first."

You freeze and try to hide your reaction from your step-nephew. He gives you a smile before going back to playing, and you force your body to work and stand up.

You take one last look at him before heading towards the cabin, and as soon as you arrive, you realize that it is exactly as you remembered, how you visited Agatha and Rio for decades before Nicky was born - when their life was calm, happy, and peaceful.

Everything that time has erased, photos, paintings, and furniture are fully preserved here. You lean against the walls until you sit in one of the empty chairs at the table.

You notice the pots of food and frown.

Since when do the dead need to eat?

Raising your hand in the air, your first attempt is a simple conjuration. Anything, even a spark. And you end up having to suppress the grunt of pain as you try. Nothing.

Maybe the passage took away all your magic, or maybe it was the river’s doing. Either way, you're dry.

You look through the half-open door at the child playing in the river and bite the inside of your cheek. Your fingers find the flower necklace in your pocket, and even faintly, you feel the magic in them.

Well, a few dozen more, and you'd have enough to get you home.

Hopefully it would be a trip for two.

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Holy moly navy!! 😭🥺 This is everything (I'm so sorry in advance, the commentary got away from me😅)

I related to this reader SO MUCH 😂

“Hi!” you exclaimed when Bucky walked into the break room, your echoing voice making you wince. “Sorry. I didn't mean to greet you at that decibel.”

“It’s okay,” he said, your eyes on him as he strode to the coffee machine with ease.

Idk why I think this is extremely cute 😭 but I love them

“Wait! I made you some coffee,” you told him, going to get the mug you had ready for him. “I hope you like it.”

You couldn't get a read on him as you carefully handed it to him. “You made me coffee?” he asked in disbelief, a soft look in his eyes before he blinked it away.

Your smile faltered when he raised an eyebrow and glanced suspiciously at the liquid, like he was trying to assess if something was off with it as you wrung your fingers together. “This is really for me?” he asked.

It's such a small kind gesture and he's absolutely dumbfounded my heart aches, this is how I would flirt lmao(bc otherwise I can't flirt)

He held the mug a bit closer when you tried to take it away, the steam rising from it as his eyes met yours. It was almost as if the heat melted the ice from his stare. “Not gonna let you dump this out after you went to the trouble of making it for me,”

He literally said: no backsies!! 😂❤️

“Your kindness made a difference for me yesterday. And you’re really easy to talk to.” He smiled, genuine affection in his eyes as your heart raced. Was it possible to faint while sitting? “I don't usually talk this much anymore.”

Goals😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 he really makes you swoon and wanna hug him at the same time

“Watch it,” the agent sneered, bumping his shoulder again. He still didn't budge. “Think you're special because you got some serum in your veins and Rogers wanted to save your ass? You’re nothing.”

The way I would've slapped his face as hard as I could!!! And got his ass fired.

Bucky stared at you when you faced him, silence hanging in the air. “You okay?” you finally asked. Was twisting the guy’s wrist too much?

she defended him AND MADE SURE HE WAS OK??? 😭♥️♥️♥️

You could only describe the look in his eyes as feral as he got into position. “I'm sure you can,” he said, your only warning before he rushed at you.

*exaggerated gulp*

He sighed when you didn’t speak. “Answer this then: Is there even the slightest chance that it’s me?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between you.

He is being so vulnerable and yet sure of himself and you just know he really wants to be with her 🥺

It wasn't a rushed kiss either. It was thorough, slow, like he had nowhere else in the world to be. Did he have any idea of the spark he ignited within you? It was something hot, needy, out of control. Fire raced through your veins. You'd go up in flames if he kept kissing you like that. Like you meant something to him.

“I’ll always remember the first time you smiled at me. I won't let anyone take that memory away from me,” he groaned against your skin, your eyes tearing up again. “And the way you stuck up for me… I don’t deserve you. I don't know if I ever will.”

NAVY!!! 😭😭😭😭 stop this is so beautiful (and hot) the way he promised he would never forget that moment and the way he said it into her skin 🫦🫦🫦🫦 that was hot

He smiled as his kisses moved down to your neck and you could only whimper when he licked and sucked over your pulse. “You're so caring. So good,” he said, rocking his hips forward. The sweet words combined with the sensual movements of his body fueled your desire. You also bit your lip to keep from bursting into tears from his praise. “And you're so beautiful, you know that? Inside and out.”

THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL (all hail Navy the queen of praise kink, you took it next level)

The beautiful bastard had the nerve to laugh when he took his fingers out. “Kind and steadfast, even when you’re begging to get fucked,” he said, his eyes slipping shut for a second as he licked the first two fingers clean. “I promise you can touch me later if you let me get a proper taste of your sweet cunt.”

Can't even form coherent thots

“You’re not fucking anyone but me. You’re my girl and I’ll mark you up to prove it if I have to,” he said, keeping a firm hand on you as he carried you away. “But for now, let’s shower before we call in.”

😮‍💨 Absofuckinglutely loved this, ate this, devoured. THANK YOU🙏

Chokehold

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You have a crush on Bucky and start to bond with him over coffee in the break room, but there's no way he could possibly feel the same way about you... right?

Word Count: Over 11k (yep!)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected v. sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, fluff, longing, minor angst, insecurities, feels, sparring, swearing, confessions, getting together, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: I've been sitting on this one (thanks for listening to my back and forth on this @targaryenvampireslayer), and I hope you all enjoy. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the talented @enchanthings-a. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You fell for Bucky Barnes the moment you met. Something dangerous lurked in his steel blue eyes when you introduced yourself to him, but beneath the surface was pain and loneliness that you wanted to take away. Of course, that could've been you projecting and wanting to justify having a crush on a guy who hadn't spoken a word to you.

“Bucky,” was all he said to you, entrancing you with the deep baritone of his voice.

You wished you could say it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but you could count on one hand the number of times he spoke to you in the months that followed. You tried not to take it personally. Maybe he wasn't interested in making new friends since he seemed to stay close to Steve, Sam, and their small group. Or maybe he just didn't see a reason to trust you. Trust likely wasn't easy for him and what reason did he have to open up to you?

“Hi!” you exclaimed when Bucky walked into the break room, your echoing voice making you wince. “Sorry. I didn't mean to greet you at that decibel.”

“It’s okay,” he said, your eyes on him as he strode to the coffee machine with ease.

Bucky wasn't your friend, but it didn't stop you from greeting him whenever you saw him throughout the building, a warm feeling spreading in your chest every time he acknowledged you with a slight head nod or grunt. That had to mean something since he didn't outright ignore you. Not being his friend also didn't keep you from learning little things about him, like how he took his coffee.

Which you decided to surprise him with today.

“Wait! I made you some coffee,” you told him, going to get the mug you had ready for him. “I hope you like it.”

You had a reputation around S.H.I.E.L.D. for being kind to others ever since you joined. You didn't mind that being your signature since you liked putting a bit of kindness out into the world. Besides the tough work you did, your coworkers and teammates fought other battles every day that you knew nothing about. So why not try to lift others up? It costs you nothing.

Being nice, however, had a downside or two. Some thought that kindness was insincere or a weakness. It also didn't get you a lot of dates. Or maybe you didn't pay attention to other guys since you had eyes for one man.

You couldn't get a read on him as you carefully handed it to him. “You made me coffee?” he asked in disbelief, a soft look in his eyes before he blinked it away.

“Yep! With cream and sugar.”

Your smile faltered when he raised an eyebrow and glanced suspiciously at the liquid, like he was trying to assess if something was off with it as you wrung your fingers together. “This is really for me?” he asked.

You couldn't detect any anger or annoyance in his tone, but you wouldn't say he sounded happy either. Which only made your smile fall more. “Yeah. I just, I thought you liked it that way and maybe it would help you kickstart the morning, but I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry. And you don't have to drink it. I can just dump it out,” you rambled.

He held the mug a bit closer when you tried to take it away, the steam rising from it as his eyes met yours. It was almost as if the heat melted the ice from his stare. “Not gonna let you dump this out after you went to the trouble of making it for me,” he said, gently blowing on it before he took a sip. You reminded yourself not to whimper when he licked a drop away from his lip, wondering just what else he could do with that tongue. “Especially since you know how I like it.”

You avoided his gaze, hoping he didn't question why you knew since there was a chance you’d blurt out that you like him and that was the last thing you needed. You owed him some sort of explanation though, right? “Well, we’re both here some mornings and I saw you make it that way,” you said, your brain overanalyzing how that sounded. “Not that I'm watching you or anything like that. I… I’m not a creep.”

Bucky stared with unreadable eyes as you sighed and shook your head. Leave it to you to fumble over your words with your crush. Was that why they called it a crush? Because it crushed your hopes and dreams?

In a small voice, you said, “I was just trying to be nice.”

“It’s a very nice gesture, so thanks,” he said, taking another sip. “I appreciate it.”

Doing your best not to preen like a peacock at the renewed sliver of hope, you released the breath you were holding and nodded. At least he didn't question why you cared enough to remember how he took his coffee. “You’re welcome,” you said, wishing you could hang around and chat more, but you had work to do and didn't want to smother him. “I hope you have a good day.”

“You, too,” he said, his eyes on you as you headed toward the door. “Maybe I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow?”

You came to a stop, your heart thudding as you faced him. “You… want me to make you coffee tomorrow?”

He chuckled before he took another sip. “I meant maybe we would just bump into each other, but I won’t turn down another coffee if you’re offering.”

Of course that was what he meant. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Maybe,” you said, backing up and hitting your elbow against the doorframe.

His brows furrowed as you gave him a strained smile. “You okay?” he asked, your cheeks hot as you rubbed your elbow.

“I’m fine! Enjoy your coffee,” you said, wishing the ground would swallow you up as you bolted from the room.

You were a competent agent. A strong woman on top of your kindness. Why did you have to act like an idiot in front of him? There was no chance you’d see him in the break room after that. It was a shame, too. It was the most he had ever spoken to you.

A higher being either took pity on you or wanted to play a trick on you since you did see Bucky the next day. Not only that, no one else was in the break room. Granted, most people used the main break room since this room was much smaller and on a floor most didn't go to. But how was it possible that you were so lucky?

“Morning, Bucky.”

“Morning.” He hesitated before he took a seat at the same table as you. If you were dreaming, you didn’t want anyone to wake you up. “Sorry. I should've asked…”

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “You're welcome to sit with me.”

“Thanks.” His cheek twitched and you wondered if it was a nervous tick or something leftover from the hell he endured. “You know, that coffee yesterday was probably the best I’ve ever had from this place.”

You perked up more. “Really? Wow, thanks. It was nothing,” you smiled, your pulse quickening. Not only was Bucky talking to you again, but he complimented you. It was slightly pathetic how much you enjoyed that. “You did say you wouldn’t turn down another coffee if I offered. Would you like one?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile. He actually smiled at you. It was a good morning. “Thanks.”

“You know, you have a really nice smile,” you complimented him, proud that you said the words without your voice cracking.

“You think so?” He leaned back in his seat and you tried to move around the room like normal as his gaze followed your movements. “I think it scares some more than my glare does.”

You busied yourself with getting his coffee ready, the urge to defend him rising. “There’s nothing scary about your smile and anyone who says otherwise can deal with me.”

“They can deal with you, huh? Awfully kind of you.” His chuckle was so unexpected that you almost dropped the mug. The small talk was unexpected, too, but you weren't about to tell him to stop. “But you’re so sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you glare at anyone.”

“Oh, I can have resting bitch face when I want to,” you teased before your heart skipped a beat. He looked at you enough that he hadn’t seen you glare at anyone? He thought you were sweet? No, it was probably just an offhand comment. “And I wouldn’t just glare at anyone to defend you. I can fight, too. Words or fists.”

“You’d fight for me, too? You really know how to flatter a man.” His gaze warmed before some of the usual strain reappeared, your heart lurching at the sight. “But you shouldn’t have to fight for me.”

You took a seat across from him again once you set the mug down. “Why not?”

“Because you just shouldn’t.” He shrugged. You recognized that he was closing part of himself off and you weren't about to kick open that door. “If I’m being honest, I’m kind of shocked you’re talking to me.”

“And why’s that?”

He tapped a finger against his mug as he considered his words. “I haven’t really said much to you since we met, but you’ve still been nice to me. Always saying hi and smiling. And now this,” he said, gesturing to the coffee. “Some people have ulterior motives when they do nice things for no reason, but I don't get that feeling with you.”

“There are people who have ulterior motives. You’re right about that,” you agreed. The world could be a dark place with terrible people. “And I guess that's one of the reasons I try to lead with kindness. Putting a bit more optimism and joy into the world might not make it change overnight, but it could make a difference to someone.”

“That makes sense,” he said, his brows pinching. “But why continue to be nice to me when I've been standoffish with you? I don't think I deserve it.”

You let the words sink in. You expected Bucky would be apprehensive of people in general when his autonomy was taken away from him for so long. Trust couldn’t be easy. People had to earn it. What you didn't expect was that he didn't think he deserved your kindness.

“Everyone is different. We all have various personalities and comfort zones. Some people hit it off right away and others don't. Some need a bit more time to open up,” you answered, an earnest smile on your face. “I guess I figured you fell into the latter. Even if you didn't, I wouldn't take it personally or hold it against you. I hope you know that.”

Bucky may have had you in a chokehold, but he didn't owe you a thing.

His shoulders sagged as he let out a breath and you wished you could wrap him up in a hug. “Thanks for being so understanding.” He observed you with a thoughtful gaze. “And you are right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Your kindness made a difference for me yesterday. And you’re really easy to talk to.” He smiled, genuine affection in his eyes as your heart raced. Was it possible to faint while sitting? “I don't usually talk this much anymore.”

“I’m glad it did. You can always talk to me, you know. I’m happy to listen or even give advice if you want it,” you said sincerely. It meant a lot that he took the time to speak to you today, and if it were up to you he’d only have good things in his life going forward. No one deserved that more than him. “And if I’m ever too much for you, don't be afraid to tell me.”

His brows pinched again. “Too much? How?” he asked, his tone not as light as it was a moment ago.

You tensed, gripping your mug as you mulled over past things you heard from others. “Well, I’ve been told before that I’m too perky and too optimistic some days. That my kindness is fake and it can get on people’s nerves,” you explained carefully, swallowing a little. Yeah, you had a reputation for being kind, but some didn’t care for it. “Not that I think you would find me annoying or anything like that. It’s just how it is for some people.”

“So because you choose to be nice instead of acting bitter or rude people don’t like that?” Bucky looked at you with a mix of confusion and anger. “What the fuck is wrong with them?”

You were utterly silent from his reaction. Your heart also fluttered because he seemed upset on your behalf. “So many things, I’m sure,” you teased, hoping to make him smile a little. It was nice when he smiled at you. “But it’s okay. Really. It doesn't change who I am. I'm still going to be me.”

Cheesy, but true. You couldn't control the actions and emotions of others. You knew in your core who you were and you would continue to put that energy out into the world.

His jaw ticked, but he gazed at you with what you guessed was admiration. “Kind and steadfast,” he whispered, making your heart swell all over again. “Listen. If anyone around here does give you a hard time, will you let me know?”

The determination in his eyes took you aback. He went from hardly speaking to you to opening up a bit and now wanting to look out for you. It was nice, to say the least. “That’s okay, Bucky. You said I didn't have to fight for you, so you don't have to for me.”

“I want to.” He reached forward and hovered his hand over yours. Before he touched you though, he pulled away. You longed to know what his touch felt like. “Please?”

You couldn't resist his gaze. “Okay, but only if you let me know if anyone gives you a hard time.”

“Yeah. I got a name for you. Sam Wilson,” he deadpanned.

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth so the sound wouldn’t echo in the room or bother him. “Oh, Sam. I’ll give him a talking to,” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“I made you laugh,” he pointed out softly, almost in disbelief. It was another moment where you wanted to wrap him up in a hug.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Wow,” he whispered, smiling before his face fell. “Fuck. I have to go.” He went to stand, but paused to look at you. “Do you ever go to the main break room?”

“I prefer this one,” you said, lightly tapping the table. “It’s quieter.”

“Me, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, maybe I’ll see you here again tomorrow? Same time?

Warmth spread in your heart at the hope in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

You’d always be there if he asked.

For the next several weeks, seeing Bucky in the small break room became part of your normal morning routine. You made coffee for both of you before you sat together and talked. Some chats were casual, while others went a little deeper. Both ends of the spectrum helped you get to know each other.

He spoke fondly about a cat he found in an alley and took into his home. He named her Alpine and even showed you a photo of her on his phone. It tugged at your heartstrings seeing the ball of white fur curled up in his metal arm. How could it not?

Bucky spoke about Steve and Sam and how they tried to meet up once a week for dinner. They took turns picking the place. It was nice that he had them to lean on. Both men were always friendly toward you, but you noticed they seemed to smile at you even more since you and Bucky started talking. You assumed they were happy that their friend had someone else in his corner.

“Steve is a punk and Sam is worse,” he said once with nothing but affection in his eyes.

He explained that he was in therapy, which he wasn't ashamed of. He had no reason to be. It was a work in progress, building trust not just with the therapist but building trust within himself. He didn't get into specifics regarding what they talked about as it wasn't your business to begin with, though he did casually throw in that he had trouble sleeping some nights. You mentioned that you sometimes wrote your thoughts and feelings down if they got too loud. He told you the next day that he got himself a new notebook to try that out and you had a spring in your step the whole morning.

You didn't talk about anything particularly exciting. You told him that you didn't have a lot of family close by, but loved your job because you got to help people in some capacity. And that you enjoyed reading and watching movies when you stayed at home, but also enjoyed going out with a couple of close friends. Bucky didn't need to know that they loved teasing you about your crush. You mentioned little things, too, like how you needed to go shopping soon for a new sofa and how you hoped to see the new science exhibit at the nearby museum.

The bulk of your conversations took place in the break room, minus occasionally bumping into him around the building which didn't leave much time for chatter. It wasn't a bad thing. It was nice just to talk to him.

And while you didn't think any of the topics you brought up were interesting, Bucky listened intently every time, his eyes on you as he hung on your every word. The attention felt nice. Though you hadn't mustered up the courage to ask him to hang out outside of work, it felt like the two of you were friends because of those mornings together.

Maybe he thought you were friends, too, since he asked one day, “Do you know anything about dating apps?”

You almost spilled his coffee, but quickly recovered and avoided his concerned gaze as you sat down. “Um, no, not much. I haven’t really used them. I haven’t dated in a few months either,” you answered honestly, hoping your tone didn’t sound as bitter as the taste in your mouth. You weren’t embarrassed by your romantic status, but your heart sank just the same. “Are you… Why are you asking? Just out of curiosity.” It wasn’t your business, but it was the first time he brought up anything concerning dating or relationships.

“Sam mentioned setting me up and I brushed that off, so he mentioned using a dating app. I don’t know.” He shrugged as you hung your head.

Something settled within your chest, a heavy feeling that made it difficult to take a steady breath. But you couldn't feel sorry for yourself. Bucky was kind, good looking, and trying to adjust to a sense of normalcy. Of course he’d want to try dating again and what kind of person would you be if you didn't support him?

“Well, I can help you research some apps if you’d like. See if any may be a good fit?”

“Really? You’d do that?” he asked softly.

Your eyes drifted up and you did your best to smile. You couldn't let him see that the mere thought of him dating someone else hurt you. It was pathetic. “Yeah, I would,” you answered. You refused to let your crush on him stop you from helping him if he wanted to meet someone.

Bucky stared at you for a few seconds and you almost squirmed in your chair. “But you said you haven't really used them. Why not?”

The unexpected question did make you squirm. You couldn't blurt out that he was one of the reasons. “Well, not to be a downer or anything, but some apps almost seem to set people up for rejection. It just isn’t possible to match every single person up. And there’s also rapid judgment with some based on appearance and it makes it easy to objectify people,” you explained. It was sad, but true. “It does work for some and I’m happy for those people, but I don't know. I’d rather just meet someone and…”

“Connect with them naturally?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” you said, a sad smile touching your lips. “Is it wishful thinking to want something like that?”

“I don’t think it is at all. In fact, that’s a good reason why I probably won’t use an app,” he said. You hoped your sigh of relief wasn’t audible, but the weight lifting from your shoulders felt palpable. “Besides, what would I say if I tried to set up a profile? ‘Hi, I’m a previously brainwashed assassin over 100 years old’?”

“It would be a conversation starter,” you teased, the playful banter bringing a warm smile to his face. “And I know I brought up rapid judgment, but I’m sure one look at your profile picture and people would line out the door just to get your attention,” you smiled and gestured to his face, but his gaze dropped, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “I’m sorry. I…”

He shook his head, and you caught a hint of a smile that made your heart flutter. “No, it’s… It’s kind of nice to hear that,” he admitted, his gaze drifting away like he was lost in thought. “Dating came easy to me years ago and I don’t think I really appreciated it back then. The thought of trying again is a little scary.”

His voice was soft, almost reflective, as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. You felt a swell of empathy for the weight of his past. “Well, whenever your next date happens? I hope they know how lucky they are,” you said, your heart aching to convey how deserving he was of genuine connection.

You just wished that connection was with you.

The warm smile returned to his face as he gazed at you. “Thanks,” he whispered.

Your heart ached in your chest. “Anytime,” you whispered back, quickly standing up before tears pricked your eyes. “I should get to work. Have a good day, okay?”

“Oh. You, too.” He looked like he wanted to stop you, but he hung back. It was all in your head anyway. He didn't want to stop you. Why would he?

You wiped your eyes once you were out of the break room. Rushing away was cowardly and you knew it. It was silly, too.

You wondered if the coffee talks would continue once he found his dream girl. Would he tell you about her? Would bile rise to your throat when he sang their praises or smiled a soft smile not reserved for you? You had to stop thinking about it. You couldn't fall apart just because Bucky wasn't yours, and it was something you’d need to come to terms with when he found someone else.

And maybe tomorrow it wouldn't hurt so much.

Bucky looked a little tired when he joined you the next morning, not saying a word. He still offered you a smile. You didn't speak either, but you gave him a small smile in return.

The night before, you wrestled with the idea of telling him how you felt. All you had to do was get the words out. But the words froze in your throat like ice and you kept quiet, both of you sipping your coffee as the seconds passed by.

You almost wanted to fill the void with more chatter, but it didn’t feel necessary. The silence was oddly comforting. Silence was also safe. He seemed content just to sit there with you, and you were afraid you’d blurt something out that you couldn’t take back.

“Did I do something to upset you yesterday?” he asked suddenly. His gaze was so gentle, yet deep, looking for an answer you couldn't fully give him. “You rushed out without finishing your coffee, and you always finish your coffee, so I had to have done something.”

Your heart breaks from his words. Rushing off made him think it was his fault, and you never wanted to imply that. “No, you didn't upset me,” you replied. That was true. Bucky didn't do anything to upset you. It was your own mind and feelings that did that. “I just had work to do.”

He didn't look convinced, and you couldn't blame him. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You put a smile on your face, but you felt terrible. “And I don't think you could do anything to upset me.”

“Then you wouldn't mind sparring with me tomorrow morning by any chance, would you?” he asked.

You inhaled, not expecting him to ask you that. “You want to spar with me?” You discreetly pinched yourself, testing to see if you were dreaming or not. He was asking you to hang out with him outside of the break room. Kind of. “Really?” you added, your heart racing when he nodded.

“Yeah. What do you say?” he asked. Oh, it was a bad idea to spar with Bucky Barnes. Not because you couldn't learn from him, but what the hell were you going to do to reign in your sexual frustration? “Unless you're busy.”

“Yes!” you blurted out quickly, clearing your throat as you tried to regain some of your composure. You swore his cheek twitched like he was trying not to smile. “I mean, no, I'm not busy. I’m totally free and I'd love to spar with you,” you said, praying you sounded normal and not like some lovesick woman with an overgrowing crush.

Which was exactly what you were.

But you weren't about to turn down a chance to spar with him. Who in their right mind would? How many times had you imagined him slamming your body against the mats and pinning you down? Both of you breathing heavily, his face shining from the perspiration. You were thankful the super soldier couldn't read minds because now all you could think about was him tearing your clothes away and spearing you open with his cock and-

“Okay then,” he said, finishing his coffee before he took the mug to the sink. “Second floor gym. Room 2. 6 am.”

“6 am. I’ll be there,” you promised, gazing after him as he walked toward the door. “See you then, Sergeant.”

His entire body went rigid before he looked back at you, the metal fingers of his left arm twitching. Your heart sank, worried that you said something wrong. Would he take back his offer?

You stood up from the table. “Bucky, I-”

An agent walked through the door and bumped Bucky out of the way. At least he tried to. The super soldier didn't budge.

“Excuse me,” Bucky said.

“Watch it,” the agent sneered, bumping his shoulder again. He still didn't budge. “Think you're special because you got some serum in your veins and Rogers wanted to save your ass? You’re nothing.”

You gasped. You could handle people saying things about you, but people you cared about? It made you see red. How dare this guy say anything like that to Bucky?

“Nothing but HYDRA’s little bitch.”

Bucky glared and looked about two seconds away from smacking the guy across the room, but he hung his head after a second and didn't breathe a word. Maybe he didn't want to make a big deal out of it or didn't think it was worth it. You, however, wouldn't put up with it. Not for a second.

“Hey! Agent asshole,” you snapped, marching over until you were between Bucky and the agent. “Apologize to him.”

The agent cackled at you and you heard Bucky’s metal fingers curl. “Apologize? He was in my way.” He reached out a hand to pat your head. “But it’s kind of cute to see you defending the Winter Soldier. That's-” You grabbed his wrist and twisted it. “Ow, fuck!”

“And now I’m in your way,” you said sweetly, twisting a bit more until his knees buckled. “Apologize, now.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry!” he shouted.

Bucky had a look of awe on his face when you looked back at him. “It’s okay,” he said above a whisper.

You released the guy and pointed at the door. “Whatever you need you can get it later,” you said, satisfied when the agent scrambled out the door.

Bucky stared at you when you faced him, silence hanging in the air. “You okay?” you finally asked. Was twisting the guy’s wrist too much?

“I…” Bucky blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. “You defended me.”

“Well, yeah. I told you if anyone gave you a hard time they could deal with me,” you smiled. It didn't matter how small the matter was, you’d stick up for him. People like that guy often mistook your kindness for weakness. “And what he said was completely out of line.”

“Thank you.” His fingers reached out and touched yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Really. Thank you.”

“Don't need to thank me,” you said, giddy from his small touch. “And, listen, before he rudely interrupted, I was going to ask if it bothered you that I called you Sergeant.”

You thought you saw his fingers twitch again, but he shook his head. “No. I… kind of like hearing that from you.”

“Oh.” You dipped your head to hide your smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow then? 6 am?”

“Yeah, you will,” he said softly, meeting your gaze as you lifted your head again.

“Have a good day then, Sergeant.”

He inhaled sharply. “Don’t be late tomorrow,” he gruffly spoke before he left the room without another word, hearts in your eyes as you stayed rooted to the spot.

You mentally jumped for joy from how excited you were. You couldn't keep the smile off your face the rest of the day. Bucky could've asked anyone in the building to spar with him, but he chose you. And he stuck up for you because some guy bumped into you. Now you just had to make sure you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in the morning.

Easy enough, right?

You spent more time than you cared picking out the perfect exercise outfit. It didn't matter what you wore since he only asked you to practice with him. It wasn't like he asked you out on a date. Still, you were hopeful that the matching black set would make him look at least once.

If anything, it was a confidence booster for yourself since you liked how you looked in it.

“Confidence is sexy,” you smiled before you grabbed your bag to go.

You got to the gym in record time, not wanting to be late or keep him waiting. Nodding to a few people on machines before you made it to the second floor, you had to pause and take a breath before you entered Room 2. The air was a bit cooler in the sparring area, which was good considering you’d likely work up a sweat.

Dropping your bag near the door, you nearly jumped when you spotted Bucky a few feet away staring at you. “Right on time,” he said, your throat dry as he nodded to the mat. “I stretched before you got here.”

“Hey,” you said, removing your jacket, the zipper loud in the quiet room. You gave him what you hoped was a nice smile when you went to the mat. “Shouldn't take me long.”

The Sergeant stood against the wall with his arms crossed as you began to stretch, one foot pressed against it as his eyes slid over to you. Quickly averting your gaze, you tried to concentrate on warming up instead of how good he looked in his workout gear. While his sweatpants hung low on his hips, the dark short sleeved shirt clung to him like a second skin. He had his hair pulled back, too, which only enhanced how bright his eyes looked under the ceiling lights.

You refused to get aroused just from looking at him.

Too. Fucking. Late.

“You good? You don't seem as chipper as usual,” he said.

“Yeah, I…” What were you even going to say? That his mere presence in his current attire made you wet? “I didn't have my coffee before I left, so no caffeine. This might wake me up.”

He didn't seem convinced, but he nodded after a moment. “I know the feeling,” he said with a soft smile. “Thanks for joining me so early. And sorry if it threw off your routine.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Morning exercises are good for the mind and body,” you said, standing once you finished stretching. He probably had a full schedule ahead of him. “I have to admit though, just like you were surprised I was nice to you a while back, I'm a little surprised you asked me to spar with you.”

“And why is that?” he asked as he approached the mat, all confidence as he took his spot.

Your throat went dry again before you cleared it. “Because someone like Steve is more evenly matched,” you said. Super soldier to super soldier, you could go for hours. “And chances of me beating you are also pretty slim.”

Way to downplay yourself.

“You nearly brought that agent to his knees yesterday and you didn't break a sweat.” His head tilted a fraction, his eyes carefully taking you in from head to toe. “You don't think you can take me?”

Your next breath came out in a rush. If you didn't know any better, you would've said he asked that on purpose. Oh, you had imagined Bucky telling you how well you'd take him, but not like this. You'd take what you can get.

“I can take you,” you stated.

You could only describe the look in his eyes as feral as he got into position. “I'm sure you can,” he said, your only warning before he rushed at you.

Blocking Bucky’s hit, you told yourself not to smile and focused on dodging another hit. He had advantages on his side, like his strength with the serum in his veins, but you were determined to show him that you were a worthy opponent. You also knew he wouldn't try to harm you. Anything he threw your way would be to help you improve.

Bucky grinned when he blocked your kick and you almost let it distract you. “I think you're giving me a run for my money,” he said before he performed a back full twisting layout to dodge another kick. Was that the proper term? Whatever it was, the move was more agile than you could comprehend.

“And I think you’re showing off,” you teased, extending your leg for a sweep instead. You huffed when he flipped away again. “Either that or Steve’s theatrics have rubbed off on you.”

“Don't tell him that. Wouldn't want him to get a big head,” he winked.

The back and forth went on for a few minutes, your breathing heavier and heart racing. Part of you wondered if he was pulling punches for your sake, but he didn't let up. It was exhilarating. You hoped he asked you to spar with him again.

“Tell me something.” Bucky brushed some of the loose hair back with the back of his hand, both of you panting lightly as the motions stopped for a second. “Why are you single?”

Your eyes widened at the question. “W-What?” you breathed, almost losing your footing as you stepped back. Why would he ask you that and why now?

“You told me why you don't use dating apps and you want to make a genuine connection, but you haven't mentioned anyone special,” he shrugged, tilting his head when he stepped forward. “You know you can tell me if there’s someone you like, right?”

“Maybe we can have this conversation when we’re done sparring?” you suggested. It would give you a chance to collect yourself.

He shook his head. “No, I think we should have this conversation now, if that’s okay.”

“I guess. If you insist.” You blocked his swing, barely. “There’s… someone I like, but I don’t know if he feels the same way.”

His cheek twitched, like he wasn't expecting that answer. “Who is he? Do I know him?”

That question threw you off a bit more. Why did he want to know who? “Yeah. Yeah, you do,” you said.

“Is it Steve? Sam?” he pressed, a hint of anger in his eyes. “Some other agent?”

“No, no, and no,” you replied, sighing as you dropped your arms. “Listen, do we really-”

Bucky swept your legs out from under you. The air left your lungs when your back hit the mat and he settled over you before you could get up, pinning your arms at your side. You tried to twist out of his hold and couldn't even use your thighs to roll him off you since he had those pinned, too.

“You let your guard down,” he said.

“Yep,” you said, the word clipped as you tried to look anywhere but at him. It was impossible. He was everywhere.

“Now this guy you like,” he started with a tilt of his head. He wasn't letting this go, was he? “If it’s someone I know and he isn't Steve, Sam, or another agent, who is he?”

You bit your lip, wishing you a chance to hide or bolt.

“Tell me,” he begged, his eyes staring into yours. “Please.”

Oh, God. Did he have any clue how you felt? At the very least, could he sense how he affected you by laying on top of you? How hard your nipples were against your top or the wetness that gathered between your thighs?

Now wasn't the time to focus on being horny.

He sighed when you didn’t speak. “Answer this then: Is there even the slightest chance that it’s me?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between you.

“I…” You swallowed hard as he waited patiently for your answer with an expectant gaze. He was so close and the position was too vulnerable, but you had to bite the bullet and tell him the truth. “It isn't a slight chance. It's one hundred percent you.”

“What?” he whispered.

Super soldier hearing, he should've heard you perfectly clear, right? “I like you, Bucky. I care about you. I pretty much have since I met you,” you finished, the quiet admittance making your chest burn.

It was out in the open now and no longer suppressing your feelings was a good thing.

He stared straight into your eyes, your heart picking up a notch. “You like me?” The weight of him left your thighs, but you couldn't breathe when he settled between them. “At the risk of sounding like an arrogant prick, are you single because you’ve been waiting for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, swallowing again. “And you aren’t arrogant. Far from it.”

“So, every morning we’ve had coffee together and even before that, you cared about me? And when I brought up the dating app a couple of days ago and you offered to help me, you had feelings for me? And when you defended me?” He tilted his head further when you nodded. “And you didn't say anything until now?” It didn't feel like an accusation, but your eyes welled up anyway.

“Yes, the whole time. I didn't want to tell you and make things weird if you didn't feel the same way and I would've rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you rambled as a tear slid from the corner of your eye. You weren't trying to deceive him by keeping your crush on him a secret. “We are kind of friends, right?”

The two of you hadn’t hung out outside of work, but there was something there. At the very least, there was a comradery. After this, who knew if he’d even want to speak to you again.

“I don't want to be your friend,” he said with conviction, your heart shattering. It was like he punched you right in the gut and maybe you deserved that. He smiled softly, something beautifully tragic when you struggled beneath him. Why wasn't he letting you up? “Wait, no, no. That’s not what I meant.”

You went limp when you couldn't break his hold. “Then what do you mean?!”

“I want to be so much more than that.”

“You…” the rest of the words died on your lips because what did he say?

A metal finger moved down your cheek, the touch cool against your warm skin as he wiped another tear away. The finger then tipped your chin before his mouth descended on yours. You weren't sure why you expected it to be a rough kiss, but it was anything but. His lips teased yours along with his tongue, coaxing you to open your mouth to his. It was demanding in the gentlest of ways.

It wasn't a rushed kiss either. It was thorough, slow, like he had nowhere else in the world to be. Did he have any idea of the spark he ignited within you? It was something hot, needy, out of control. Fire raced through your veins. You'd go up in flames if he kept kissing you like that. Like you meant something to him.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered. You inhaled sharply when he trailed kisses along your face. “I’ve liked you since we met.”

“You have?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I hoped you might feel the same, but I’m a bit rusty when it comes to this and I couldn't get a read on you when I mentioned the dating app. I figured this approach might be better.”

“Well,” you gasped when you felt something hard pressed against you. “It worked,” you said. You were glad he took the leap of faith.

“I’ll always remember the first time you smiled at me. I won't let anyone take that memory away from me,” he groaned against your skin, your eyes tearing up again. “And the way you stuck up for me… I don’t deserve you. I don't know if I ever will.”

“Don't say that,” you begged when he released your other wrist, giving you the chance to wrap your arms around him. “You deserve every bit of happiness.”

He smiled as his kisses moved down to your neck and you could only whimper when he licked and sucked over your pulse. “You're so caring. So good,” he said, rocking his hips forward. The sweet words combined with the sensual movements of his body fueled your desire. You also bit your lip to keep from bursting into tears from his praise. “And you're so beautiful, you know that? Inside and out.”

“You keep talking like that, I’ll keep crying,” you tried to joke.

He lifted his head to wipe another tear away. “Happy tears?”

“Very happy,” you promised, shifting underneath him and brushing his crotch again.

His mouth fell open as his eyes shut. It was one of the sexiest looks you had ever seen. “If you keep doing that, I’ll embarrass myself,” he said in a strained voice.

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled innocently.

“Maybe not. I have a quick rebound rate if I do,” he teased, frowning when your smile slipped. “Shit, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

“I’m fine. You didn’t say anything wrong,” you promised, touching his cheek. “I just… Am I dreaming?”

His lips touched yours again, You would’ve melted into the mat if you weren’t already underneath him. “You’re not dreaming,” he whispered. The groan he let out when you moved beneath him again reminded you that he really was settled between your legs. And hard. “I wanted to take you out on a nice date before I even touched you, but I don’t know if I can wait. You’re driving me crazy.”

Well, nothing had happened quite yet. Just a confession of feelings. And some kissing. And grinding.

“You’re driving me crazy, too, but if you want to stop, I understand,” you said. It didn't have to go further if he didn't want to, especially since it was fast.

His forehead touched yours. “Do you?”

You nearly shouted that you didn’t want him to stop, would never want him to stop, but this wasn’t just about you. “I don’t, but I get it if you do,” you said. You were kind of in a public place and consent went both ways. If he was the slightest bit uncomfortable, you were fine with stopping.

It seemed to be all he needed to hear since he kissed you again, eagerly licking into your mouth. Your heart was still racing out of control, the high from the exercise running through your veins. You wondered if he felt that adrenaline, too. If the confession of your feelings was the water against the dam, admitting that you wanted him physically, too, was the thing to break it.

“It’s just… I don’t…” He lifted his head to look around before he smiled. “Wait, hold on.”

He pushed himself up, your body cold from the sudden lack of heat. The tent he sported in his pants sent a surge of pride through you as he went as gracefully as he could to the door. Locking it, he went to his bag next and dug out a towel.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he came back quickly.

“Trying to be a gentleman,” he smiled, lifting your hips to place the towel underneath. “Sorry, the mat’s just kind of dirty and I think you deserve a little better than that.”

“You certainly are a gentleman,” you smiled back.

“The things I want to do to you are far from gentlemanly,” he said, reaching for the waistband of your pants and peeling them down with your underwear. You were sweaty and gross, but if he didn’t care, you wouldn’t either. “I wish I could lay you out and kiss every inch of your body.”

“Maybe after I shower,” you teased, both of you chuckling as you helped push his pants and underwear down. Once all was said and done the two of you could talk and figure out a date and him properly taking you to bed, but having him take you then and there was perfect. “Oh…”

Words left your mind when you saw his hard and heavy cock. A bead of precum dripped from the head and you wished you could have a taste. There was a good chance he’d split you in half, but it would be worth feeling him for days on end.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, opening your legs more as an offering. You didn’t care if it made you look desperate for him, which you were. You just hoped it looked enticing.

With blown pupils and a small growl, he shook his head. It was enough to make you want to cry. “I need to stretch you first, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment made you smile even when you argued, “I don’t need you to stretch me. I can take it.”

He narrowed his eyes, but gave you a smile, too, as he brought his hand to your scorching heat. “We’re both desperate for this, but I’m going to stretch your pretty cunt to make room for my cock. Got it?”

Shivering at his tone, you nodded. “Yes, Sergeant,” you answered, biting your lip when you saw his cock twitch. “You really like me saying that, don't you?”

“Yes,” he groaned. You’d have to keep calling him that in and out of bed then.

He rubbed along your folds slowly, like he was memorizing the feel. Deep down, he was a gentleman. Badly wanting you, but making sure he wouldn’t hurt you. What more could you ask for?

“Can I confess something?” he asked gently as the first finger sank into you, gently exploring. Gasping at the welcomed intrusion, you nodded. He could say anything he wanted. “I've imagined you just like this,” he stated, pulling his finger out before pushing it in deeper.

“You have?” you asked before he pushed a second finger in, both of them curling slightly. It sent sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“It almost felt wrong because I hadn’t even asked you to go out with me, but I couldn’t help myself.” His voice was huskier as he pumped his fingers, your hand fisting in his shirt. You throbbed with need, a kind of need you couldn’t ever remember feeling. “I wondered what kind of sounds you’d make and how you’d feel around me if you ever let me have you.”

More heat pooled in your core as you spread your legs wider for him.

“Making such pretty sounds for me already. And your pussy, it feels like heaven. Might even make me see God once I have my cock in you.” He glanced down to watch his fingers slide in and out of your tight passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Fuck, you’re so warm. And tight. And wet,” he continued, an almost cocky smile on his face when his thumb swiped over your clit and drew a small whimper from you. "Guess I haven’t completely lost my touch.”

“That is both hot and…” you had to pause when he added a third finger, making you stretch around the digits. He was going to be the death of you. “Is it bad if I’m a little jealous because I don’t want to think about you touching anyone else?”

Something sparked in his pretty blue eyes. “Does my girl have a jealous streak?” He slid a fourth finger in, your back arching with a small cry. “I’m flattered, but you have nothing to worry about. You’re the only one I want.”

Your breaths were shallow from his touch alone, but the sweet words got under your skin. “You don’t have to worry about anyone else either,” you exhaled. He knew you weren’t seeing anyone, but you felt the need to assure him. “And I like that.”

“Like what?”

Your hand twisted in his shirt more. “The idea of being your girl,” you managed to answer, your body writhing as he moved his fingers in a beautifully torturous motion. “Enough, Bucky, please.”

“Enough what?”

“I’m stretched. I’m on the pill. Just… put your cock in me, please!” Panting by the end of your begging rant with mist in your eyes, you added, “Can I at least touch you if you won’t fuck me?”

The beautiful bastard had the nerve to laugh when he took his fingers out. “Kind and steadfast, even when you’re begging to get fucked,” he said, his eyes slipping shut for a second as he licked the first two fingers clean. “I promise you can touch me later if you let me get a proper taste of your sweet cunt.”

Your cheeks got so hot it shocked you that you didn’t catch on fire. “Yes, please,” you whispered, the promise of later making you quiver.

The room felt like it was spinning when he stared down at you and licked his fingers again. He kept his eyes on you when he wrapped them around his cock and guided it to your waiting hole. You tried to calm the beating of your heart when he slipped the blunt head in, but you were powerless to do anything but feel as he kept pushing in. You trembled and gripped his shoulders once his hips were flush against yours, throbbing around his thickness already when hadn't started thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he gasped, dropping his forehead to yours again as he trembled, too. “I need…” he breathed against your lips. “I just need a second, please.”

“Okay,” you whispered, wondering if he was as overwhelmed as you were. Maybe moreso. You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been for him. And being enhanced, you didn’t know if the sensations felt different or stronger. You just hoped he felt good. And happy.

His metal hand framed your cheek, so gentle in contrast to the damage he could do with it. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, tilting your head up to kiss him. “I can take it,” you promised. Your body had adjusted to his size and now you wanted him to move, to feel all of him.

He finally began to thrust, moaning against your lips. You lifted your hips, trying to take him in more. The hand on your face slid down your body before it moved to your hip, keeping you in place so you could feel him nice and deep. He pulled his cock out almost completely before he thrust back in, making you cry out as you quivered around him. You wanted to soak his cock, consume him the way he was consuming you.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised as you bit your lip. “No, lemme hear those pretty sounds. C’mon,” he said, changing his angle slightly so you moaned loudly. He moaned, too, as he kept thrusting. “There you go. So beautiful.”

You wanted to scream for him. You also wondered what it would feel like to have his hand around your throat or over your mouth to smother those very sounds if you ever snuck off during work to fool around. There were so many things you wanted to try with him.

“Bucky,” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders as he moved faster. Piercing pleasure built from your core and spread slowly throughout your body. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from how good it felt, how he felt.

The intensity in his turbulent eyes was similar to when he listened to you talk in the break room, but with much more heat. Had he looked at you like that all along? “Wanna mark you up one day. Let everyone see that you’re my girl,” he grunted, dragging his mouth from your face to your neck. He lightly bit down, smirking when you whined again. “Would you let me?”

“Yes,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him more access. You’d feel so proud to wear his mark. There wouldn’t be any shame if people saw or asked because you’d get to say you belonged to Bucky.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, surging into you over and over, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls with your cries. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna last.”

The term of endearment again. It had your heart clenching along with your pussy. “Neither am I,” you breathed, bringing his head back to yours. You framed his cheeks, ecstasy close to crashing over you. From the strain in his handsome face, he was on the edge, too. “Come with me? Mark me up inside?”

It was a question and not a demand because you wouldn’t demand anything from the man who somehow stole your heart.

Through the pleasure twisting his face, he smiled. “Come with me.”

The heightened pleasure crashing over you was powerful enough that you almost screamed, your walls spasming around him. Shudders wracked your body as your breath ceased, trying to hold his gaze as the heat engulfed you. Your release coated him, just like you wanted it to. And it was only a few more thrusts from him before he tipped over the edge, filling you up in return. You both marked each other in the best possible way.

You laid limp beneath him, both of you panting. Your slick, wet heat still burned around him as released your hips and pushed himself up, a bead of sweat from his skin dripping onto yours. You gazed at each other, something tender passing between you. You wished the moment didn't have to end.

He leaned back down to nuzzle your nose and you couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly at the affectionate move. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, still dazed. “You?”

“Better than okay,” he said, smiling when you tucked some of his hair back. He looked good like this.

“I don't think I can move,” you teased.

“We have to, sadly,” he sighed, sliding himself from the warmth of your body. You whined at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing as your mixed release seeped onto the towel beneath you. “I know, but in case the next group that uses this room gets here early, I don’t want them to see you with your pants down,” he told you as he sat back and looked over you. You took a moment to look over him as well, getting a glance at his glorious thighs. You longed for the chance for you both to truly explore each other’s bodies. “And we could both use a shower.”

You inhaled when he used the clean part of the towel to gently wipe you both down. “Mmm. Together?”

He chuckled, helping you pull your underwear and pants back up. His hands lingered on your hips and you were two seconds from shoving the fabric back down. “If I get you in the shower, we won’t make it to work on time.”

“I don’t mind being late.” You tried to lift your arms to help him pull up his pants, too, but he beat you to it. It was a shame he had to cover up. “Or we could call in? I still have a lot of days off to use.”

“Yeah? You want to call in?”

“Yeah,” you said eagerly. Too eagerly. “Maybe?”

You almost shrank in on yourself when he raised an eyebrow. He told you he cared about you and he sure as hell just fucked you like he craved you, but you didn’t want to come across as clingy, especially so soon. The two of you still needed to figure things out.

And what if the things said were just from the heat of the moment? You weren't sure if your heart could take it if he walked away without another thought. He wouldn't do that though, right?

His gaze softened, helping you sit up, his face inches from yours as he rubbed your arms. “Hey. What’s the matter?” he asked, your heart in your throat when he smiled again. “Was I that bad?”

“No, not at all. You were amazing, holy shit, and telling you how I feel was long overdue,” you promised, his smile softer. “It’s just…”

His brows pinched. “It’s just what?”

You took a breath. “I've wanted to hear for so long that you had feelings for me, too. And now that it’s really sinking in, I guess I still feel like I’m dreaming a bit. That none of this happened,” you admitted, placing your hand on his chest. His heart was still beating fast, like yours. “That tomorrow I’ll just go back to being the girl who has a crush on you and nothing more.”

“What?” His face slowly fell. Why did you open your mouth? “No, that's not going to happen.”

“We just went from work friends to whatever just transpired, and I don’t want it to be too much or too fast for you or for you to regret this,” you blurted out, biting your lip hard. “I don't want to be too much for you,” you added in a whisper. Your insecurity surfaced more as the post-sex haze faded and you wished it hadn't. “I’m sorry. I don't know why I’m ruining the moment.”

It was stupid. Where had your optimism gone? He told you he cared about you. He gazed at you like you meant something to him. It was everything you wanted, so why were you questioning it?

“You didn't ruin anything.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly.

Bucky placed his hand over yours, the other going to the back of your head so you couldn't move away. “I’m sure, now listen to me: Whatever is going on between us isn’t too much and you are not too much. You are never too much,” he said with fierceness akin to a growling wolf. “I want you and I want to be with you. I wouldn’t joke about that,” he assured you, your lips tugging in a small smile. “I get feeling like it's a dream, believe me, but it isn't. It's real and what just happened was real.”

Hearing him declare his feelings again made your heart soar. “I know you wouldn’t joke about that,” you said. He wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t toy with your feelings like that. “I just want you to be happy. You know that, right?”

“I do and I am happy,” he said, his eyes full of longing. He experienced so much pain and loss and deserved happiness. “I’ve lost so much of my life, so much time, and I don't want to waste another second. So believe me when I say I want you to be my girl.”

A sob threatened to work its way up. “Oh, Bucky,” you whispered, your head dipping down before he lifted it back up.

“That connection you’ve talked about wanting, I feel that with you. I trust you. That’s why I’ve been able to open up to you. The person who made me coffee and offered me kindness and understanding and just let me be me,” he said, making you smile more. You wished you could wrap each word around your heart. “I want to hold your hand in the break room and kiss you in the halls. I want you today and I’ll want you tomorrow and the day after that. And the only thing I regret from any of this is not asking you to be my girl sooner.”

His words, his stare, his touch, they healed the senseless wound your insecurity put on your heart. “I’m yours.” You surged forward, your lips crashing against his. He sighed before he returned the kiss, likely feeling the same relief you had. You wished you could put into words how much his assurance meant, but you hoped your kiss expressed it. “Thank you for both coaxing my feelings out of me and assuring me that you want this.”

“Anytime.” He brushed another kiss across your lips. “You know how you said you hoped the next person who dated me knew how lucky they were?” he asked. You remembered. “I'm the lucky one because you’re taking a chance on me.”

“You’re a smooth talker.” You had no clue how you kept the tears at bay. It meant everything that he wanted to be with you. “I think we’re both lucky.”

He smiled at that. “Yeah, but I still don’t deserve you,” he whispered, kissing you again before you could argue that he was more than worthy. “So, you want to spend the day with me?”

“Yeah, I do. We can go on a day date or just talk some more at my place or yours,” you answered, not feeling the need to hide anymore. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Sweetheart, you just let me fuck you on a sparring mat. You can ask me for anything you want,” he smirked, catching your face between his hands. “But this day date doesn’t count as the nice date I want to take you on. My girl deserves something special.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your emotions starting to run high again before you took a calming breath. “Then how about after that shower we call in, go to a cafe, get a cup of coffee, and figure out that date together? Maybe I’ll even convince you that you do deserve me.”

He huffed, taking your hands and helping you both up. You’d never be able to look at a pair of sweatpants again without thinking of what transpired there. “Okay, but I’m warning you right now that I probably won’t like the coffee.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t make it,” he smiled. “Maybe we can check out that science exhibit you mentioned.”

You giggled. He remembered. “That would be nice,” you said, leaning close when he slipped his arm around you and guided you toward your bag. “You know, I can make more than just coffee. Just say the word and I’ll cook for you,” you said. You’d love to cook him a nice meal.

“Word,” he deadpanned.

You giggled again. “Later,” you promised. You’d make him something special. “Do you think Alpine will like me?”

“She’ll love you,” he promised, giving you a sheepish smile. “I told her all about you. And I think the last few dinners with Steve and Sam all I talked about was you.”

“You told your cat about me? You're adorable,” you smiled. It was really sweet. “And… Will Steve and Sam be happy?” They were his friends and you hoped they approved.

“Steve will be thrilled.” He huffed again. “But Sam’s opinion doesn't matter. Fuck him.”

With a teasing smile, you asked, “Wait, I thought I was supposed to give Sam a talking to. Are you offering for me to fuck him?” You shrieked when he growled and picked you up, placing you over his shoulder. “Bucky!”

“You’re not fucking anyone but me. You’re my girl and I’ll mark you up to prove it if I have to,” he said, keeping a firm hand on you as he carried you away. “But for now, let’s shower before we call in.”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

Bucky didn’t have to prove anything. He had you in a chokehold from the start and always would. And you were proud to finally be his girl.

Woohoo! You made it! I like to think this reader has bits of Smartie and Mrs. Barnes, and she deserves her man! I know these two will have wonderful times ahead! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[returnofeternity]

hi! could you maybe do a different version of the lottie fic where we actually get scared of her after she bashed that guy in the head with an axe bc i was lowkey scared after watching that scene 😭

she still looks at you first after she strikes edwin's head in with the axe, smiling so proudly after murdering this man. she thought you'd be happy that she was getting rid of him, these strangers were going to ruin everything.

"lottie, what the fuck?!" you call out shakily, heart pounding fast at the sight of this poor guy's brains spilling out. you're even more frightened that she seems cheerful about this.

"they don't belong. It doesn't want them here." she says to all the girls crying out in fear, but mainly to you.

everything happens so fast after that.

the hikers start running and the girls follow, nat telling them not to hurt them. your legs jerk like you wanna run after them, and you don't know if it's because they're your only hope at getting out of here or if it's because you wanna get away from lottie. either way, you can't move. next thing you know, melissa's getting shot with an arrow and when you look back at lottie, you almost feel like throwing up when she walks over to the dead guy and kneels next to him, gathering his blood and guts on her hands and spreading them on her face.

you kinda just end up dropping to your knees and crawling over to where gen, melissa, and mari are, not really helping with getting the arrow out and just trying to distract yourself from the fact that you're absolutely terrified of your girlfriend only a few feet away from you. you make sure to face away from her, but you can still hear her whisper to herself and the fear coursing through your veins makes you feel so dizzy.

i'd like to think she'd try crawling over or just call your name out to get you to come to her because she wants to share this moment with you. she can finally hear the wilderness again and she knows you'd be happy for her, but you're not? she doesn't understand why you keep plugging your ears when she calls for you. she doesn't understand why you scramble up to your feet and hide behind gen when she tries to crawl over.

also thinking of knowing about her meds and you know that this is just a psychotic breakdown/religious psychosis and you hate that you're genuinely terrified of her because it's not her fault :( all you really wanna do is pull her away and hug her for hours but the thought of even looking at her makes you feel faint.

it's morning when she gets up from the dead guys body and asks if she can help you guys with melissa. again, your heart pounds and you feel saliva pool in your mouth when she looks at you all confused.

after gen and mari yell at her, and after she tells them that the strangers were gonna ruin everything, she looks at you again, almost for reassurance. you'd always back her up on everything, but now, you don't know if you can.

"you killed him, lottie. he could've saved us from here. we could be on our way back home right now if you didn't...." you trail off.

she opens her mouth, ready to tell you that she doesn't wanna leave this place, but she feels something from behind. as she turns around, your eyes dart to where she looks, and the girls come out of the woods with one of the hikers.

just thinking of her coming up to you after the rest of the girls take hannah to interrogate her and being so upset when you flinch from her touch :( she still has blood on her face and all over her clothes, and she looks so innocent and that's kind of the scariest part. maybe you tell her that you need some space to process all this, that yes, you are scared of her and you feel bad about it but you just can't be around her right now.

[obeymeluv]

His Favorite Part of You [Random TWST x Reader]

None of this is planned. Just writing whatever comes to mind.

Leona likes the heat of your body and the softness of your skin. The women of the Sunset Savana can be their own kind of soft but nothing compares to you. He gets the best, deepest sleep when he snuggles into your thighs. Your stomach is a close second but your thighs are literally magical to him and he will take every opportunity to touch them, squeeze them, and sleep on them.

---

Jack finds himself in awe of your hands and doesn't really know why. Consciously, at least. He likes that they're smaller than his and gets a kick out of those blunt little nails that could never compare to claws. The more he thinks about it, though, your hands are always reassuring and supportive. They've patted on him on the shoulder and tugged him at the elbow when you're begging for him to slow down so you can catch up on your little legs.

Warm and soft. Perfect for helping him reach spots he can't scratch or work knots out of his muscles.

They're perfect.

--

Lilia finds your expressions adorable and charming. He can't pick just one because you have so many! You've a very honest face and for some reason it just tugs at his heart. The way your eyes get steely and determined when you're facing someone down makes him proud. His favorite expression is the one you make when he swings down from the ceiling; you jump, seize, and look like you want to fall back before everything snaps back together and you try to set him ablaze with your eyes. After the fire in your eyes burns low, the tender amusement kindles (even if you snort dismissively).

---

Rook can only chalk it up to his penchant for hunting, for identifying the common weak points in prey, but he thinks your neck is especially lovely. No matter how you turn, you always look picturesque. The neck is delicate and intimate; he could trace his lips up the column of your throat and whisper in your ear or pepper kisses down the length of it until his chin finds its resting place in your shoulder.

When he gives you jewelry, you give him absolute trust at the back of it. You're so unguarded, soft, and vulnerable. He could wrap his hands around it or make you completely limp with a grab but he would never do so unless you desired.

---

Silver likes your lips. It's hard enough to pay attention when he's so sleepy but something about your lips just moving is captivating to him. He could watch you recite the alphabet or just read a grocery list and it's like he's hearing someone for the first time. The way your lips pull, plump, thin, but most importantly smile.

Ugh. Those lips are in his dreams. A lot of dreams. But he'll never tell you.

---

Vil has found himself falling in love with the most unusual thing. Something he would've never imagined, at least. You have the cutest scrunch to your nose and he lives for it. He first picked up on it when you wrinkled your nose in disgust at a pop quiz in Trein's class. When he notice it also scrunches in delight, like the time Deuce surprised you with a cupcake, he found himself very amused.

His favorite, however, is when you're sitting in front of him with your eyes closed. Vil never lets you see until he's done but promises perfection every time. He's got a myriad of different brushes and delights in brushing them over your face. Your nose scrunches as he tickles you with a fluffy brush and he can't help but steal a kiss.

---

Deuce didn't know he was a leg man until he was looking at yours. Ace found a way to dip on the yardwork Ramshackle so desperately needed but he wouldn't bail. Given the bramble, he was surprised you opted to come out in shorts but it was kind of hot.

And so were you.

Your legs just kept going and going! The way your muscles rippled as you squatted and tugged weeds was mesmerizing. He's clearing bundles of dried branches and you're right there with him, almost keeping step as you drag forward and he's impressed!

It was going good until he spent too much time looking at you instead of where he was going and face-planted in his branch pile. Nothing was hurt but his pride, thankfully.

[slttygeto]

"look at the floor or ceiling, or anyone else you're feeling"

pairing: frat! suguru x fem! reader

content warning: slightly nsfw! established relationship, themes of jealousy, suguru and satoru have a frat house and they throw parties, reader has a male friend and they're a little too close.

Jealousy is a foreign, unfamiliar feeling to Suguru. He doesn’t remember a single moment where he felt small or beneath someone when holding your hand or watching you talk to someone else. After all, he knew what he meant to you and he was well aware of the genuine love the two of you had for one another.

But right now, he felt like ripping someone’s head off.

Satoru watches with amusement twinkling in his eyes as his friend’s jaw clenched once—twice, then he looks down at the drink in his hand, runs a hand over his left thigh before chugging down his drink in one go.

“You’re losing it.”

But instead of saying anything in return, Suguru crumples up the red solo cup before throwing it at the white haired male.

“Fuck off.”

“Just admit it dude,” and Suguru feels the blood boil in his veins. “You’re so fucking jealous right now.”

“Why would I be?” He raises an eyebrow. “She’s mine. I don’t got anything to be jealous about.”

Feeling risky and like adding more fuel to the fire, Satoru nods towards you. “Not even the way she’s staring at him?”

He was a friend. Just a friend, you had told him.

A guy whom you had met back in highschool and were extremely close to, someone who had shared a deep connection with you on a platonic level. He was a guy whom you had openly admitted to trusting with your life if Suguru wasn’t around to protect you.

At first he found that endearing, and it was comforting to know that you were able to maintain such a solid friendship with a guy back from highschool.

That was until he met the guy and things changed.

It’s not that he felt insecure, Suguru had never once doubted how attractive he was in your eyes, but there was something about the way you talked to this guy that made his stomach churn.

The inside jokes, the loud gasp when your friend had given you a gift you mentioned once when the two of you were young and naïve. It was the way in which you remembered the menu he used to order when the two of you would have lunch together, the way this friend stood in your kitchen as though he had been there many times before.

But the nail to the coffin was the look this friend was giving you.

Suguru was a large man, tall and broad shoulders and muscular arms which put you in a headlock every time you fuck. He was also a caring lover, tending to your needs and ensuring you were the healthiest you could be.

Logically, there was no need for him to feel jealous.

But God did he want to knock out his fucking teeth.

He doesn’t blame you for looking so fucking good in that short dress of yours, or the way your boobs were almost completely out. He knows that the makeup look you had chosen for that night was breathtaking, and that the lip combo would drive any man crazy.

But at the end of the day, he was going to make you cry your makeup off.

He gets up from the couch, marching through the party crowd and towards the kitchen where he could see you explain to your friend how you sneak in your own snacks to these parties. But your friend’s eyes were all over your body.

“So I walk in with a plastic bag, I try to hide it behind me—“

“Baby,” you look up from the snack plate in front of you when you hear the familiar purring of your boyfriend’s voice, a big smile on your face. “What are you doing?”

But before you could say anything, Suguru’s hand firmly grasps your waist before pulling you towards him. Your back slams against his chest, and your face flushes when his other hand travels down to your hip.

“I— I was eating snacks and you-“

“Oh, I meant the conversation you were having.” You can’t see your boyfriend’s face, but you notice the slight shift in your friend’s face as he looks at Suguru. “Seemed too interesting.”

You giggle nervously as you rest your head against his shoulder, trying to ignore the way his sudden affection was making you feel. “I was telling him about how I sneak in snacks,”

“Oh?” Suguru chuckles, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispers. “Naughty girl.”

Your breath hitches, and you feel trapped between your friend getting a front row ticket to your boyfriend making a mess of you, and Suguru’s large arms holding you in place. Heat travels up to your face and you look away from your friend as your hands grip your boyfriend’s forearms.

Such a familiar feeling to him, but it was missing the nails digging into his skin.

“Stop,” you giggle again, this time out of breath. You try to get out of his grasp, but Suguru goes from holding you in place to trapping you between his body and the counter. His body is looming over yours in a familiar manner, one arm gently wrapped around your shoulders whilst he rests his other hand on the counter. Then he places his chin on top of your head, pressing his chest further against your back.

“Go on, you weren’t done.” He speaks in a low, sultry voice, emphasizing each word with a press of his crotch against your ass.

It throws you off guard, leaving you a flustered mess as you make a poor attempt of collecting your thoughts. You can't look your friend in the eye, he's gone completely quiet as he watches the scene unfold before him.

Suguru's quiet yet loud dominance, the pace at which you melted against him, the lack of hesitance to give yourself completely to your boyfriend. Your friend felt very out of place.

"I get the bag," you start, this time avoiding eye contact. "And Suguru usually comes through the door and--"

"stare at you for a good minute, taking in how pretty you are," he says loud enough for your male friend to hear, and playfully so your face gets hotter.

"T-Then he takes the bag from me and lets me go to his room to finish getting ready,"

"Mhm," he rests his cheek on the top of your head, staring at your friend. "My room always smells like you by the time you're done."

"And Suguru puts the snacks in the pantry where no one goes."

"Not that Satoru lets them," the tall male cracks a joke, flashing your friend a smile.

Next thing you knew, your friend was excusing himself and marching towards the bathroom.

You try to turn and face Suguru, pushing your ass against his crotch so he could weaken his grasp around your shoulders. However, you let out a quiet gasp when you feel something hard against your ass and Suguru trapping you further against the counter.

"Suguru?" you ask quietly, fingernails digging in his forearms when you feel his lips drag down your neck.

"Hm?"

"What was that about?" You giggle when he nips at the skin of your neck. But he doesn't respond, continuing to give your neck open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your shoulders and then your bare back.

"Not here--" you gasp when he kisses the back of your neck, trailing down your back. You arch away from him, but Suguru's hand wraps around your neck and squeezes lightly.

"Right here," your breath hitches at the lust coating his voice, nails digging deeper into his skin. "Let's warm up a little."

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[cyberyam]

Ooh! You do requests? Then, could I request Jinwoo with partner who is skilled in all fields of art? Besides visual arts, they're also good at creating textile art (like sewing and knitting), culinary art, music, and so on.

No pressure!

an. sorry for the wait! in honour of todays episode

Jinwoo was bad at hiding things. He thought he was subtle, but you always knew.

The moment you held up the knitted beanie, you caught the way his eyes flickered—like he was already picturing how it would feel, how warm it would be. His hands stayed stuffed in his pockets, but you weren’t fooled.

“You made that for me?” he asked, like he wasn’t sure why you’d bother.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked down at the purple beanie in your hand—the large purple pom-pom lolling backwards. “It took a while! But yeah!”

Jinwoo exhaled through his nose, the closest thing to a scoff, but you saw the way his fingers twitched and his lips tugged every so slightly at the edges. A heartbeat later, he took it from your hands and pulled it on.

You laughed at the ridiculously sized pom-pom on his head, adding a few more inches to his already tall stature. “It suits you!”

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes and suppressing his smile. “It’s getting cold outside… and it’s warm.”

The next day, he wore it to work. And the day after that. You half-expected him to take it off before seeing his guild members, but no—he strolled in like it was any other piece of clothing, even as his coworkers did double takes. If anyone asked, they got a blank stare and a flat, what? before he walked off.

And then there was the strawberry keychain. You’d made it out of clay on a whim, a tiny thing with an uneven leaf. You clipped it to his wallet one morning just to see what he’d do, expecting him to roll his eyes and unhook it.

But he never did.

Days passed, and it was still there, swaying off his zipper.

You didn’t say anything. He didn’t either.

The lopsided bunny, though—that was supposed to be in the trash.

You’d crocheted it late at night, exhausted in front of the TV while sitting in your boyfriends lap as he held you around your waste, and when you saw it in the morning—its crooked little face and its uneven ears—you grimaced and tossed it without a second thought.

Only to find it sitting on Jinwoo’s shelf hours later.

“Why did you keep it?” you asked, incredulous.

Jinwoo didn’t even glance up from his phone. “It’s mine.”

“It’s ugly.”

“Don’t say that. It’s fine.” He finally looked at you, brows raised, as if daring you to argue. “Don’t throw my stuff away.”

Your face warmed, and you muttered something under your breath before retreating to the kitchen. You didn’t need to see his expression to know he was quietly smug about it.

And then dinner. Jinwoo always tried to play it cool, but you saw how he lingered near the kitchen every night, how his eyes flicked toward the plates as you set them down. The moment you slid into your seat, he was already reaching for his chopsticks.

“What is it this time?”

He never said it, but he always looked forward to whatever cuisine you were making that night. And it was always a secret, only for him to find out when he sat down to eat. He would try and guess of course—based on whatever ingredients you were buying the day before.

“Greek,” you said. “Something with lamb.”

Jinwoo hummed, taking the first bite. You waited.

He chewed. Swallowed. Nodded. “Good.”

And yet—his plate was already half empty before you’d even picked up your fork.

© cyberyam

[sweetdispatch]

Can I pls have a 5 cupcakes with cinnamon flavor and chocolate covered coffee beans

Misconduct - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You didn't like Matt at first because of the things you hear about him, your opinion has changed with time when you actually met him warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), oral (m receiving), swear words taglist: @bunbunbl0gs @hwalllllllelujah

It wasn’t like you hated him. You just didn’t like him from what you were hearing about him. Your friends were close with Matt but they were always talking about his aggressive side in hockey. It was a no for you. You hated violence and heating arguments. That’s why when you heard that Matt will be at a party, you tried to keep him far away from you. 

You weren’t scared to meet him, you just didn’t want him as your friend. When he entered the house, it wasn’t difficult not to spot him. He was super tall, taller than everyone. You saw him immediately and noticed bruise on his face. As much as you hated violence, his bruise kinda turned you on. 

Matt was attractive and you couldn’t deny it. He was a good looking guy but from hearing the stories about his fights, you tried to ignore it. You were telling yourself that personality is more important than looks. Your friends introduced you to Matt. He was in awe of your beauty and wanted to know more about you but you weren’t interested in knowing him. 

You didn’t want to be rude to him but every time Matt was talking to you, you were showing him that you're not interested in this conversation. He didn’t know what he did wrong because he just met you but could feel that you hate him. That’s why he gave up. If you were mean to him, he’s gonna be mean to you.

Unfortunately for you, your friends were inviting Matt all the time. He was showing up if the schedule let him. You felt that you were suffering when he was around. Meanwhile, he was living his best life. He completely ignored your presence and acted like you weren’t there. With every gathering, you were slowly changing your opinion about him but he moved on. 

You spotted that Matt is a super nice and relaxed guy. He was always joking and telling ridiculous stories. You’ve realised that you judged him wrongly. You really wanted to apologise but you were too ashamed to admit what you were thinking about him. Matt also was slowly changing his opinion about you. 

Matt realised that you’re not also pretty but really smart and well spoken. You were normal, you didn’t try to colorize your life to make it more interesting. You were just you and when he saw you smiling at him, he knew that this might be a new start for your friendship. You were sitting alone with him when your friends went for drinks and you two started talking. 

From enemies you became friends. You started seeing Matt in a different light. He was gentle and polite. He was also looking at you way differently. When you told him why you were so rude to him, he laughed but also understood you. Both of you were just happy to sort things out, especially that there were hidden feelings. 

After a month, you two started dating each other. You enjoyed the closure to him and Matt was happy for this. With this came sex which was always mind blowing. You were talking a lot about sex. It wasn’t a taboo topic for both of you and you wanted to have the most from the experience. One time, you mentioned to him that you love rough and dirty sex and this information was stuck in his head. 

Matt couldn’t believe that this sweet girl who hates when someone’s raising voice, loves rough sex. This didn’t sit right with him but the calmest people are always the freakiest. For a long time he was thinking how to make it happen because he didn’t want to hurt you. He knew you didn’t like him at first for being aggressive and he was scared to try it. 

After one of the games, Matt got back home mad. He got misconduct in the first period and he didn’t agree with the decision. He wanted to talk with you and just forget about this whole game but you were pissed at him for what he did and you spared him a piece of your mind about this situation. 

“What were you even thinking?” That was the first thing you said to him when he arrived at your doorsteps. 

“I didn’t do anything! I can agree that this was a penalty but not fucking misconduct. The refs hate me because I’m tall and known from fights” Matt sighed hoping that you’ll drop the topic. 

“That’s not an excuse! You hit this guy hard. If you are aware that you’re tall then maybe play more calm and not run into them with full impact” You said furiously.

“Drop it, I’m not in a mood to talk with you about it” Matt said firmly to you but you fought back. 

“I won’t. Matt you can’t do this every fucking game” You crossed your arms on your chest. 

“I’m not even doing this on purpose. Not my fault” Matt really wanted to forget about it but you sound like you won’t let it happen. 

“I can’t believe it. You don’t even feel guilty” You said louder than you wanted. Matt had enough of it and needed to make you quiet. In that moment he remembered how you mentioned you like rough sex and saw an opportunity in this. 

“That’s it. You’re in trouble now” You looked confused at him. “Should keep that pretty mouth shut but now I’ll do it” Matt closed the gap and you felt intimidated by him but this sudden change turned you too.  “Kneel, I won’t tell you twice” 

You obeyed him and did what he wanted. Matt unzipped his pants and took them down with his underwear. Your eyes were focused on his cock. It always amazed you how he could fit it in you without any pain. By instinct, you grabbed his dick and started stroking him. 

“Since you have so many things to say, I will put your mouth into better use” Matt said and roughly grabbed your hair. He forced you to look at him. “You remember what to do when it becomes too much for you, right?” His angry voice became sweet so he could be sure he’s not crossing the line. You nodded your head. 

Matt took it as a yes and pushed your head on this dick. You opened your mouth and he started roughly pushing his length. When you gagged, he stopped and gave you a break for  a minute. With each thrust he was forcing you to take more and more. After a couple thrusts, you finally managed to take his whole dick into your mouth.

Matt started facefucking you. He was rough with his moves. Your chin was covered in your spit but you loved this. Your eyes were watery but you enjoyed too much to stop. You were gagging around him but he didn’t stop. He was merciless for your mouth and throat. You could feel how wet you are for this. 

You placed your hands on his thighs to stabilise yourself. You loved this change in him. You knew Matt was close because he started growling and making noises. This meant he was close to his release. You wanted to help him and you grabbed his balls to play with them when he was abusing your throat. 

Matt cum in your mouth. You swallowed every drop and opened your mouth to show him. He smiled at you and helped you stand up. He pulled you into a kiss. When you pulled from him, he threw you over his shoulder and started walking into the bedroom. 

“Don’t think we’re over here” That’s all he said to you and dropped you on a bed. It was a long night for you.

[behold-dusk]

COP! HSR MEN AND THEIR PREGNANT WIVES!

JING YUAN X READER BLADE X READER

✎ ੈ✩‧₊˚ SYNOPSIS !! ~ legit just hcs of hsr men that are cops in a modern au with their pregnant wives lmao

╰┈➤ THEMES !! ~ mainly fluffy hcs, domestic family themes, slight angst (if you squint), reader pregnancy

*ೃ༄ TW/CW !! ~ minimal proofread, fluff, slight nsfw, slight titty worship lmaoo, mayhaps jing yuan favoritism... & cop shenanigans. English is not my first language so plssss bare with me

After getting shot near the collarbone in a really big shootout, he's been on mandatory rest leave

(Which doesn't really bother him because he gets to spend more time with his beloved wife and has all the money to be comfortable for the few days he's off)

He smothers you with gentle kisses, forehead kisses especially

When you mount him, gasping for air as your tits prettily bounce for him, he notices the roundness in your stomach

He tries to ignore it because of course, he loves all of you (literally)

But, he just can't take his eyes off your tummy. He doesn't want to assume anything and also doesn't want to confront you because what husband says, “You look plumper than usual"?

And when you notice he's taken quite the long gaze at your stomach followed by grunts and pants of pleasure, you stop and grow self-conscious

And he notices. He notices immediately and goes to shush you while cleaning you up.

“Sweetheart, you're perfect." He tries to reassure you with an exploring hand on your stomach to confirm his speculation

He's not good with his words but he tries his best to make his words sound genuine because they are.

He installs higher security at every door and every window and when you ask him about it, he just grunts and says, “standard security upgrade.”

After looking better at your stomach and seeing how big it's gotten while he's been out for work, he can't help but feel like he should have been there for you before you both had figured it out. (But either way, you shower him with hugs to reassure him it's alright)

On one particular night when you decided to boil a pot of water for pasta, you fell asleep watching one of RottenMango’s crime documentaries.

It was only then when you smelt the scent of tomatoes and especially garlic you were shaken awake.

You saw your husband's back facing towards you as pots and pans quietly banged against each other in the sink with the faucet running

You heard a slight sneer everytime he raised his right arm and winced because that was the side that suffered from the shot the most.

“You didn't have to." You slid out the confines of the blanket you assumed Blade had put over you in your slumber.

He looked at you from behind his shoulder as he set the washed dishes away before pushing a plate of pasta towards you on the marble counter.

“You didn't turn off Stephanie's documentary," You smiled as your fork clanged against the white dish. “Admit it, you enjoy her documentaries as much as I do."

“I don't." He hissed and went on a rant that the silence would emphasize the noises of his cooking and that the video would drown out the sound of cookware

He won't admit it, but he's just as invested as you are when you turn Stephanie Soo on (He'll literally lose focus on whatever he's working on and if you catch him focused he'll act like he isn't.)

And when his mandatory rest leave ends, he checks on you hourly be it quick facetimes or messages

He prefers to facetime and see your face, but when he's really busy he'll always message you, “You're ok?" followed with a picture of a box of donuts he and Kafka share

When he's on office duty and Kafka's out patrolling, he asks Kafka to check up on you disguising it as "dropping off some quick snacks" when really it's not.

And it's even better because she tells you and you both just giggle and talk for 5 minute as you walk her back to her car with a monster energy drink (to which Blade starts to wonder why his value pack is depleting so quickly..)

BUT if he's patrolling closely to your shared house, he'll stop by for what he claims to be, “a quick 5 minute checkup" though you both know it'll end up being 15 if you don't shove him back to his cop car.

He's balls deep into you and fondling with your breasts that he just loves soooo much

He just loves watching them bounce and recoil with every thrust!!

He feels his palms moisten and he thinks it's just the sweat produced from your previous 3 rounds of sough rex but when he sees a milky liquid, he nearly stops in his tracks

THIS MAN CHECKS TO SEE IF HE’S EVEN INSIDE YOU BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS HIS CUM LOL

“Love, are you lactating?" He pulls out which makes you immediately sit up in great contrast to when your legs were resting on his shoulders…

He tells you to stay calm and in bed while he scurries to find his discarded clothes. He nearly stumbles over from sliding his pants on as he rushes to grab his keys. 

This guy buys the best and most expensive tests at CVS. Not only that, he makes another trip to Walgreens too.

What do you expect? He's just so giddy to be the father of your kid(s). The moment you took Yanqing, his son from his previous marriage, and honored him as your own, he knew you were the one

“Love, I'm home!" He declares, knowing his voice definitely rumbled upstairs in your shared room. He hurriedly kicks his shoes off and heads up the carpet stairs.

And while you guys wait for the results of the 3 out of the 8 pregnancy tests used, all you can think about is Yanqing and if they do end up being positive.

“Yanqing’s Jiu Jitsu class ends in 20.” You frantically pace around the room while trying to suppress your obviously panicked air intake.

However, he only lets out his cheeky smirk and grabs you to wrap his arms around your waist. He leans against your back while resting his chin on your shoulder as you both stand for the results

“Don’t worry. I've got it." He reassures with a hum

And when all three turn out positive, he's the happiest man on earth! He swoops you into a hug and presses kisses on you everywhere!

When the news is given to Yanqing, he just acts like it's “cool" and then move on, but in reality, he's almost just as giddy as his dad (my boy is PRAYINGGG it's a boy so he can practice Jiu Jitsu with someone who's not just his busy dad, but he's also fine with a sister too tho)

When you try to lift something heavy like a grocery bag, he IMMEDIATELY sprints to help you AND drags Yanqing to help too

Jing Yuan won't admit it but he's installed multiple cameras everywhere around the house so when he's at work he can monitor you 24/7 while he's in his Head Chief Officer office

One dropped plate? Can't have you pricking your finger cleaning up! So he sends one of his friends to clean it up for you

“Officer Dan Heng…? What are you doing here..?” You ask Dan Heng to which he steps beside you and digs in the pantry for the broom and dustpan. He's been in your guy's house many times.

“Jing Yuan insisted on the help." He lets out a sigh, quickly going to work to clean the scattered ash white porcelain shards.

And even when you insist it's fine Dan Heng reassures you he wants to help. And even after, this happens so many times, you can't help but feel like Dan Heng’s true actual occupation is a fortune teller

Not only that, he'll randomly come to the door and say, "Jing Yuan told me to remind you to wear a jacket."

When he knows he'll be out later than usual, he'll facetime you and every so often he'll ask for you to show him your belly

And the best part about all of this? When he enters through the front door, already taking off his damned vest and melting into you on the couch.

[saltcxrcle]

girls i've never tried ── . ✶ jo harvelle

summary: the two of you were just best friends, right? but then why did jo want to kiss you every time she saw you?

pairings: bi! jo harvelle x bi! reader, jo harvelle x fem!reader, mentioned prev dean x reader, slight implied deanjoノ wc: 4.4k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', best friends to lovers, jealousy, making out, smut, lots of praise, oral (both receiving), fingering, slightly dom!reader and sub!jo, pet names (baby, honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby girl)<- mostly used by reader, title is a lyric from naked in manhattan by chappell roan which the fic is loosely based on, kinda edited; all mistakes my own a/n: its a crime that there isn't more gay fics for jo so here i am doing my due diligence and providing you guys some jo smut for all of my bi girlies (gn) and lesbians that love jo lol also idk how not yap in my fics lmao but enjoy! jo harvelle masterlist

JO WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING WITH A GIRL. 

More specifically, she wanted to know what it would be like to be with her best friend, you. It was a thought that always crossed her mind, even when she was younger, and the two of you were messing around in her room, giggling at something you guys were reading in a magazine. 

You were her best friend ever since her father died, and your parents had shown up at the Roadhouse to offer their condolences to Ellen when they heard the news. You were a bit older than her but shot her a kind smile that made her stomach flip when you told her that you liked her Sleeping Beauty shirt. 

You practically grew up with Jo and Ellen, and your parents would leave you with her as they went on hunts, so the two of you stuck by each other like glue. Ellen called the pair of you “two peas in a pod.” 

Jo loved how quick-witted you were and how willing you were to teach her about hunting (even if her mom hated that your parents started taking you on hunts when you were just sixteen). But she saw less of you as you went on hunts with your parents before you started to go on your hunts after they had retired. 

You would stop by the Roadhouse occasionally when you could or when you were passing by, never failing to fill Jo in on the hunts you went on or which monsters you had killed in the time that you hadn’t seen her or Ellen. 

She remembers the time right before you stopped coming by as often, telling her how you lost your virginity to this guy named Dean, who had these bright green eyes and plush lips that felt so soft against yours. You mentioned that he was another hunter, and Jo had to bury the little green monster that she felt clawing at her chest as you detailed the experience. 

Jo didn’t know why she was jealous that guy got to be your first, but she chalked it up to not having been able to lose her virginity yet since everyone else around her was, including her best friend. 

But her jealousy almost always took center stage when you came around the Roadhouse and slept over, telling her about the men and women that you would hook up with on the road. Jo would have a fake smile plastered on her face because, apparently, she was a masochist when it came to you and asked you if you had met someone while on a hunt. 

It was only when she saw you flirting with a girl at the bar when you were helping Ellen and Jo out for the night—pouring and serving drinks to the patrons in the Roadhouse. 

God, I wish I was her. Jo thought as she saw you send the girl you were flirting with a sultry smile before the realization hit her like a bolt of lighting, 

Jo knew that she liked men. She just didn’t realize that she also liked women until she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s waist, sending Jo a wink before the two of you sauntered out of the place once it was closing time. 

Now, it had been a couple of months since she had seen you, and the Winchesters were like a tornado, storming into the Roadhouse and effectively taking you off of her mind. Jo thought she was getting somewhere with Dean even though something about him seemed familiar to her, but she ignored it as she talked to him and refilled his whiskey. 

The door opened to the Roadhouse, and Jo didn’t look up from wiping down the bar, but Dean did, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you walk through the entrance. 

“Well, I’ll be damned, Winchester, didn’t think you knew this place.” You smirked at the sight of the Winchester brothers as you walked over to the bar. 

Jo’s eyes snapped up from what she was doing, her gaze trained on you as you gave Sam a quick side hug as a greeting. 

Dean grabbed your waist and tucked you into his side.  “It’s a small world for us hunters isn’t it?.” Dean joked as he squeezed your arm. “The only reason we come back is because the service is great here.” Dean winked at Jo. 

Jo’s eyes were lasered in on Dean’s arm around you. The familiarity of the gesture wasn’t lost on her. 

You chuckled at Dean’s words.“ You aren’t wrong there Dean.” 

You turned to face your best friend. “Hi Joey!” You greeted Jo with a bright smile. 

“You know the Winchesters?” Jo asked instead of saying hi back to you. 

You nodded, noting the bluntness of her tone, but you would talk to her later. “Yep, ran into Dean a long time ago, but ran into these two on that hunt with the revenant I told you about a while back.” 

Something clicked in Jo’s brain. This was the Dean that had taken your virginity all those years ago. The same Dean she thought she was interested in. Fuck. Of course, out of all people, it had to be him. God must hate me. She thought as she swallowed hard. 

“Ah, I remember now.” She sent you a tight smile. “Did you want your usual?” 

You looked down at your watch. “Not all that into day drinking, I’ll take a root beer though.” 

Jo nodded and went to the mini fridge below the bar to grab the root beer that you only drank when you weren’t feeling up to alcohol. She ignored the rush of relief that went through her when you finally pulled away from Dean’s side as you sat on the barstool in between Sam and Dean. Jo also ignored how her heart rate picked up when your fingers brushed against hers as she handed you your drink. 

The four of you fell into a conversation, but Jo barely participated. Witnessing the rapport between you and the Winchesters made her skin crawl as comfortable exchanges of touches between you and Dean made her burn with jealousy. Jealous of who? Jo could barely tell anymore. 

Sam noticed how quiet Jo was and how she was staring intently at you and Dean. He didn’t know what her problem was today. Still, regardless of her sudden silence, he tried to involve her in the conversation as best he could. Still, she gave short answers, which made you raise an eyebrow at her. 

But before you could question her attitude, customers started to file in, and the evening rush began for the Roadhouse. You decided to help out, hopping behind the bar and making drinks for the boys and other patrons. You had tried to talk to Jo in between serving and making drinks, but she managed to avoid you by going around, taking orders, and going to the kitchen. 

You huffed but let it go, figuring that something else earlier in the day had set her off. Sam and Dean left right before closing, promising you that they would text you if they needed help on their next hunt. Soon after they left, you made the last call before the Roadhouse closed. 

Once everything was cleaned up, Jo was nowhere to be seen, and you sighed. That girl was moody, and you were going to find out why. 

You quickly made your way to Jo’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, already dressed for bed and beginning to pull her hair up. 

“So, are you going to tell me what crawled up your ass and died?” You asked Jo as you leaned against her door frame. 

You heard her scoff. “It’s nothing.” 

“It doesn’t sound like “nothing”.” You kicked off of her door frame, toeing your boots off before walking further into her room and sitting on her bed. “Come on Jo, talk to me! You barely spoke to me today.” 

Jo said your name tiredly. “It’s just been a long day.” 

“Then it’s the perfect time to talk about it.” 

“I’d rather not right now.” Jo’s words came out clipped as she stood up from her vanity, aiming to go to the other side of her room to pull out socks from her dresser. 

But before she could, you grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. You stood up from the bed and tried to meet her eyes. 

“Jo, please, talk to me.” You pleaded softly. You could tell something was bothering her, and you just wanted to know what it was. “Is it because I didn’t check for a while?”

She shook her head, looking away from you. Jo debated on what to tell you. “Why didn’t you tell me that Dean Winchester was the guy that took your virginity?” 

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other until today. Besides, why does that matter? That happened so long ago.” 

Jo couldn’t look at you, biting her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit to anything she wasn’t ready to face head-on. She ripped her wrist from your grip. 

“I told you it’s nothing. Can you just leave it?” Jo went back on her path towards her dresser, but you blocked her from even taking a step. 

“No, because I’m trying to talk to my best friend but she won’t even give me the time of day right now.” 

“And that’s my problem!” Jo’s outburst shocked you, your stomach dropping to your ass. 

A tense silence settled between you and her. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered. 

Jo sighed. “You’ve always been my best friend. But seeing you with Dean today, set me off.” 

“I-i do you like Dean? Is that why you’ve been acting short with me?” You swallowed thickly. 

You’ve always liked Jo ever since you realized that you like both girls and boys but kept that hidden from her—never once getting the vibe that she swung both ways. You liked Dean, but he was like your best friend, and you both had agreed that the first time was fun, but that time would be the only time the two of you would hook up. 

“No. I don’t think I do. All I know is that I was jealous that Dean got to have you and I-” Jo shut her mouth before she admitted her feelings for you. But the damage was already done. 

“And you what?” Your heart started to pound in your chest. “You cannot leave me hanging here Jo.” 

Jo bit her bottom lip, your gaze straying to her lips before you met her brown eyes once more. 

“I wished that I could have you in the same way Dean did.” Jo’s words were quiet, but they sounded deafening to your ears. 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. “You could, you know?” 

“What?” Jo’s head was spinning at your words but also at the sight of the sly smile on your face. Her breath hitched as you stepped closer to her, your warm hands landing on her waist. 

“I’ve liked you for a long time Jo. If you wanted to sleep with me, you could have just asked, you know?” 

Jo’s heart felt like it could escape from out of her chest cavity. “I like you too. I wasn’t sure if it was in a friendly way or not.” 

You smiled at her as you leaned closer to Jo. “Well I’m glad it isn’t. Can I kiss you pretty girl?” Your breath was fanning over her lips, rubbing your nose against her as you saw her pretty brown eyes flutter. 

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and filled with want. 

You wasted no time pressing your lips against Jo’s. Her lips were so soft and pliant as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but push your lips against hers harder, pouring all of the years of secret yearning into it. 

Jo moaned against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as you pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of her bed. Jo fell backward, breaking the kiss the two of you were sharing. She shuddered at the sight of your dark eyes, filled with desire, as you drank in the sight of her slightly swollen lips. 

Jo was dressed in some pajama shorts with a tight, long-sleeve shirt, and you could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples showing through the thin fabric. You internally groaned at the sight, but you crawled on top of the bed, making her crawl up it until her head hit her pillows. 

You hovered over her, cupping Jo’s face with one of your hands as you took in how the warm lighting from her lamp highlighted her features. “You’re so pretty.” You breathed out. 

Jo blushed at your praise, making you grin at the sight of her reddening cheeks. You leaned down and kissed her again—wanting to feel her soft lips against yours once more. Her kisses were addictive, and you were so sure that the taste of her would have you hooked on her indefinitely. 

You took the lead, swiping your tongue at the seam of Jo’s lips and groaning softly when you felt her tongue shyly dance with yours. Shit, she was so sweet, and you were going to have fun with her. 

Your free hand started to roam, cupping her breast through her shirt, squeezing it slightly. She let out the cutest squeak against your mouth, making you chuckle. 

“Is this okay?” You asked when you pulled away from her now swollen lips. 

“Yeah.” Jo answered with a small pant to her words. 

You ducked your head down, planting small kisses on her jaw before trailing down and nipping at the soft skin of her neck. Jo’s hands grabbed your biceps, squeezing as she let out the softest moan like she was afraid to be loud. The sound sent a wave of arousal through you and made you nip harder at her neck. 

“Don’t be afraid to be loud. Wanna hear you, honey.” You murmured into her skin, and you made your way to her collarbone, moving your hand from her breast and pulling the collar of her already low-cut shirt to suck at her chest. 

Jo continued to let out breathy moans, but they were louder this time around, and it was like music to your ears. The hand that was on her cheek moved to play with the hem of her shorts, but she grabbed your wrist. 

You looked at Jo, pulling away from her chest to look at her, her eyes wide and filled with nerves. 

“I-I’ve never been with a girl before.” 

Something inside of you purred at her words. This was a little archaic, but you were glad that you were going to be the first girl that she’d have sex with. 

“S’fine. Just relax, I’ll take care of you pretty girl.” You promised. 

Jo swallowed thickly before nodding. You kissed her softly, your hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. She got the memo and raised her arms up as you took off her shirt, exposing her bare chest to you. 

She resisted the urge to hide from your reverent stare. “God, you’re gorgeous Jo. So, so pretty.” You couldn’t help but praise her—pressing soft kisses down her chest and stomach before your lips hit the hem of her shorts. 

“Can I take these off?” Your fingers were hooked on the waistband of her shorts. 

She nodded again. But you shook your head. 

“I need words baby.” 

“Yes, you can take them off.” Jo’s words were rushed, clearly eager—any previous shyness dissipated as arousal flooded her veins. 

“Good girl.” You said before pulling her shorts, along with her underwear, down her legs, exposing her cunt to the cool air of the room. 

“Fuck.” You cursed at the sight of Jo’s bare center. There was a small patch of dark blonde hair at her pubic bone, and it was the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen. 

You settled between her open legs, your gaze on Jo’s cunt. Jo saw the hunger in your eyes, and she felt like you could devour her whole. She shivered in anticipation as your hands gripped her thighs. 

“Always knew you were going to have a pretty pussy. Bet it looks as good as it tastes.” You pressed teasing kisses to Jo’s inner thighs. She almost squirmed at the feeling—her hands grabbing at her sheets, wanting to feel your mouth on her. 

You leaned in closer to her pussy—it was practically glistening in the low light as you blew cool air on it, making Jo’s cunt clench around nothing. You laughed lightly at the small squeak that Jo made. Her hips canted forward—Jo wanted, no, needed to feel your mouth devouring her. 

“Did you need something baby?” You looked up from her wet slit to meet the pleading brown gaze of Jo. God, you hadn’t done anything, and she already looked fucked out. 

Jo whined. “Please.” She whispered. 

“Please what?” You knew you were being a bit mean, teasing her like this but it was too hard not to. “I need to hear you say it baby.” 

“Please put your mouth on me.” 

You grinned against her inner thigh, planting another kiss there. “My mouth is on you baby. You gotta be more specific.” 

Jo almost growled in frustration, her hand moving from the bed to grab the back of your head and shove you closer to her leaking cunt. “Need your mouth on my pussy.” 

“Wasn’t that easy?” You said before licking a wide strip from her slit to her clit. 

Jo let out a pleasured sigh from the feeling of your tongue finally on her aching cunt. You softly licked at her, swirling your tongue around her sensitive clit before wrapping your lips around it, suckling at the bundle of nerves softly. 

Moans left her pretty mouth, her noises spurring you on to continue your mission to get her to come around your mouth. You ate her out messily, uncaring of her slick getting all over your chin and mouth. She tasted so good. A mix of tang and musk flooded your senses as you licked at her slit, your nose buried in the soft hair at the top of her mound. 

Your dominant hand left her thigh as you pulled away from her. A little whine left her mouth in the midst of her moans. Your hand made its way to run through her wet fold, slicking up your fingers. 

“That feels good honey?” You nipped at her thigh, rubbing at her clit with your slicked-covered fingertips.  

“Uh huh.” Jo nodded furiously, her hair mussing up from the action. 

You slapped at her clit lightly, making her hip twitch at the sensation. “Words.” You reminded Jo before prodding at her entrance with your middle finger. 

“Yes! Feels so good, please.” Jo didn’t know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that she wanted to come. 

You didn’t respond, letting your finger slip into her warm pussy and feeling her gummy walls contract around it. Your mouth sealed around her clit again as your finger slowly moved in her. It didn’t take long for Jo’s moans to fill the room again. You could feel your underwear sticking to your absolutely drenched cunt, but you kept your focus on Jo, wanting to wring any and all bit of pleasure out of her. 

Your middle finger was soon joined by your ring finger. “S’tight baby. Can barely move my fingers with how hard you’re clenching around them.” 

Your words filled Jo’s lower belly with heat as her hips moved in tandem with your fingers, meeting your slow thrusts. 

Jo could feel the familiar burn building through her body when she thought of this very moment with her own fingers buried in her pussy alone in her room. 

“You’re close aren’t you? Can feel you clench around my fingers, you gonna come for me?” Your fingers found the spongy spot that she could never find herself and made a come hither motion, brushing against the spot each time your fingers moved in and out of her. 

Jo’s moans became higher and more frequent, and she was so close to cumming. But she was still missing something, and you could tell. You sealed your lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Jo let out a moan that almost sounded like a wail as she clenched around your fingers, gushing all over them and your face as heat filled her body and stars danced behind her eyes. 

You worked her through her orgasm, removing your fingers when her walls stopped clenching around them, and your tongue gently moved through her sensitive folds. You pressed one last kiss to her clit before trailing your lips up her soft skin, hovering over her and petting at her hair. 

“There she is.” You said before dipping down and kissing her tenderly. Jo thought it would be weird to taste herself on her lips, but if anything, it spurred her on. She pressed her lips hard against yours as her hands pawed at your shirt, wanting it off. You laughed at her eagerness and broke the kiss to help her take it off. 

Soon enough, you found yourself naked and in Jo’s position—on your back as she was hovering over you and squeezing at your breasts as she kissed you. You moaned in her mouth as she pinched at your nipples before she tore her mouth away from you and moved down your neck and chest. 

Jo made her way down your body, the lust-fueled confidence slowly ebbing away when she was in between your legs and staring at your bare center. There was a hunger in her brown gaze, but it was overshadowed by nerves and hesitancy. 

“Hey.” You called at her softly, sitting up and cupping her face. “Do whatever feels right.” 

“But what if-” 

“You’ll do fine, baby.” You cut her off. “I’ll guide you if you need it okay?” Your thumb swiped at her cheek before kissing her softly as reassurance. 

Jo melted into the kiss before you broke it. You sent her a tender smile before laying back and moving your hands to her hair, pushing the blonde strands out of her face. 

Jo took a deep breath before settling in between your legs. She decided to mirror what you did to her, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before reaching your clit and kissing it. A quiet moan left your lips, spurring Jo on. 

She pressed a more demanding kiss to your clit before her tongue darted out and licked at it. Another moan left your lips, and Jo decided to go for it, using her tongue to swipe through your slit and taste you fully. 

“Ah, doing so well Jo.” You praised as she sucked at your clit, her doe-like eyes looking up at you sent another bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. 

You could tell that she was inexperienced with her tongue, but she made up for it in eagerness. Your hands were wound in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp—making her moan against your cunt. The vibrations felt delicious against your cunt, and you couldn’t help but grind against her face. 

“Jo baby, use your fingers like I did.” You ordered breathlessly. 

Jo complied, bringing her slender fingers to your spit–slicked entrance and slipped one of them in. 

“Another one baby, please.” You were wet enough that you didn’t need to be prepped. Jo slipped another one in you, and you sighed at the feeling of being filled by her fingers. 

“Okay, use your pretty mouth on my clit and move your fingers like this,” You directed Jo, simulating the motion you did for her. 

Jo nodded and started to put your instructions to use. She sucked and licked at your swollen clit and moved her fingers inside of you. You were letting out moans and whines, praises spilling from your lips. 

Jo keened at the praise, doubling down on your pussy. Her ministrations were enthusiastic, a little uncoordinated, but it was still bringing you closer to the edge. You would let Jo practice on you whenever she wanted. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.” 

Jo really wanted to make you feel good as you made her feel. She shook her head, moving her fingers faster, brushing against your g-spot. 

“Shit! Doing so well f’me baby girl, keep going. So so close.” You moaned out, pushing her face further into your cunt. Jo kept at her pace, feeling your walls clenching and twitching around her fingers. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You came hard around Jo’s fingers and mouth. Jo continued at her pace, working you through your orgasm, and you had to push Jo away from you as she continued to move her fingers inside of you and licking at your pussy, bordering overstimulation. 

“Come here.” You beckoned, sitting up and meeting Jo in the middle, pulling her into a filthy kiss. 

“Did so well baby girl, haven’t come that hard in a while.” You praised her as you pulled away and caressed her sides. 

Jo flushed at your praise and smiled at you. She kissed you again before worry flared up inside of her. 

“This isn’t a one time thing for you is it?” Jo asked as she broke the kiss. 

You pulled her down to lay beside you. You were facing her, your hand resting on the side of her neck. “No it’s not.” You reassured her. “M’not letting you go now that I have you. Is it for you?” 

Jo breathed out a sigh of relief before shaking her head. “No, never was.” 

You sent her a dazzling smile, making her heart almost skip a beat. Jo couldn’t help but smile back at you before you kissed her, but the two of you were still smiling so wide that it could barely qualify as a kiss. 

The two of you never wanted to leave the blissful bubble of her room. The rest of the night was filled with soft caresses and quiet conversation about your hunts—a warmth settled in both yours and Jo’s chest. Everything felt right. and Jo couldn’t help but think she wanted to stay like this with you forever. Little did she know you were thinking the exact same thing. 

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

geese - itoshi rin

fem!reader

set in the same universe as the reincarnation for the hunger games rin fanfic linked HERE. can be seen as a part 2 for it, hence why this is a fem reader.

walking home with rin from school and taking a stop at the beach nearby has practically become routine for the two of you.

he was the captain of the school boys team, and you were the manager. you were both dating and also next door neighbors, which formed the convenient habit of you both always holding hands, whether it was being on cleaning duty at school or when you were both walking home in the sunset.

another long day of practice had just ended, and the soft glow of the setting sun illuminated both of your faces as you both leaned on the railings of the beach, listening to the ocean waves. suddenly, rin’s nose crinkled and his eye twitched. “it smells like shit here.”

you looked down on at the sand before laughing. “right on the money. there’s goose shit everywhere.” at rin’s stiffened body, you cackled, gripping onto the railings for dear life. “well, it’s spring after all. they’ve just come back from migration, and it’s mating season for them. you can’t really blame them.”

rin gripped the railings, his eyebrows knit together. “annoying lukewarm birds.” he muttered under his breath, making “birds” sound as if it were some derogatory, socially unacceptable slur. you snorted, slapping his arm playfully.

“i’ve always liked geese. did you know that geese mate for life?” you asked, elbows on the railings as you stared off into the glowing golden sunset. “i always found it cute, because they apparently form extremely deep bonds and stick to each other for life.”

rin glanced at you, and he could feel the familiar warmth creeping up at face when he saw your small smile. “you really believe that sort of stuff? they’re probably just lukewarm idiots who are too lazy to find someone else to mate with. just mating partners, nothing else.” rin replied, raising his eyebrows.

“rin! way to ruin the moment!” you exclaimed. “see, this is why animals don’t like you.” you muttered, yanking your hand away from his and stuffing it into your pocket. “i think it’s really cute that they’re loyal and stuff, since most animals are polygamous.”

“sure. absolutely romantic, how they don’t wanna cheat on their partner, as if that isn’t the bare minimum in a relationship.” rin snapped back sarcastically. “what, do you find it romantic that i don’t actively cheat on you with other people?”

“what? no!” you huffed. “you’re so annoying.” you turned your back on him, this time with your eyes lingering on the wide, azure ocean. after a few moments of nothing but the waves crashing against the shore, you spoke up once more. “i wonder if when geese die, they find each other in another life, and they also mate for life in the next life.”

rin’s lips pressed into a thin line, staying silent. “you know, i’ve known you for over a decade, and you’ve said some pretty stupid things before. but this might just be the most stupid thing i have ever heard from you.” rin said, pulling your hands out of your pocket and cupping them in his.

you pouted, furrowing your eyebrows. “wow, thanks. love you too.” but you then smirked, raising your eyebrows. “do you think we might’ve been geese in our previous—“

“don’t even go there.” rin interrupted. “let’s go home. your dad will kill me if you arrive home even a second after six-thirty.” he held your hand, and you both began walking in the directions of your houses.

although rin certainly didn’t like the idea of having been a geese in his previous life, he did like the thought of also having been with you in his previous life. that maybe you were both meant to find each other in this life too—

okay, now he was the one with stupid ideas. it was best to not let it distract him; he had practice tomorrow and needed to finish his homework quickly…like he understood his homework in the first place. maybe he should just crash at your place tonight.

whether it was as a geese, as a person in his previous life with who knows what, or as the star soccer player itoshi rin, he would always love being with you.

a/n: sunrise on the reaping absolutely killed me. this was inspired by the whole geese romantic subplot in the book (haymitch and lenore dove…oh how i love you both). @levihanmyotp you wanted the rin fluff fanfic, so you get it, hence why this is a part 2 to the hunger games fic😒

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Ring: I’ll take you on!

Hearing his spirited younger brother’s voice from a short distance away, Nica smiled.

Keeping track of Ring’s presence so he could provide support at any time, he tightened his grip on the gun..and then, at that moment…

Victor, sword in hand, took a step closer to Nica.

Victor: Are you worried about your little brother? Such a beautiful display of brotherly affection.

He didn’t even glance in Ring’s direction, so I wonder how Victor figured out that Ring was in his mind.

Realizing that the Queen’s aide was not to be underestimated, Nica became wary.

Nica: I’m not worried. Doting on my little brother just happens to be a hit with the ladies. It’s only out of habit.

Victor: Doesn’t look that way to me, but I suppose this isn’t the time to argue.

Victor: Getting to know you all through conversation can wait until after I’ve become the strongest man.

Victor’s sharp strike came slashing through.

Nica bent backward to dodge, hiding the muzzle of his gun beneath the sweep of his coat.

Nica: Why did you come after me first?

Nica asked the question while keeping his distance, waiting for a moment when Victor would let his guard down.

Victor: Probably because you were the closest. It’s not like I deliberately chose to target you.

Victor: If I’m going to become the strongest, I’ll have to defeat everyone eventually. The order doesn’t really matter, does it?

Nica: Ohh? So you’re that eager to become the strongest for the cute little robin, huh?

The moment Nica uttered ‘robin’, a brief opening appeared in Victor’s defence.

Seizing that moment, Nica pulled the trigger.

With the sound of the gunshot, Nica’s bullet found its way to Victor--

---or so it should have.

Alfons: Pardon me for a moment.

Alfons suddenly appeared, slipping between Nica and Victor.

He swung his sword, aiming for Victor’s neck.

Victor: Woops…!

Barely dodging Alfons’ attack, Victor also managed to evade Nica’s bullet.

Nica: …You’re quite lucky.

Nica fired several shots at Alfons’ feet, aiming to intimidate him.

Alfons nimbly dodged them, and as the bullets struck the ground, a cloud of dust rose.

Alfons: Whoa now, that’s dangerous! Using a gun is just plain unfair!

Nica: I’m not the only one using a gun here… Besides, I switched to weaker bullets before we started, so it’s fine isn’t it?

Nica: And what about you? I was fighting Victor, and you just had to butt in. Isn’t that a bit rude?

Alfons: Can’t be helped. My target is Lord Victor, after all.

Victor: Huh? You want to come after me? Did I do something to make you hold a grudge..?

Alfons: No, you did nothing.

Alfons: It’s just…I remembered that Lord Elbert mentioned wanting you before.

Victor: No way…my life?

Alfons: Your luscious, beautiful hair! That’s what I’m after!

Victor: That’s something I absolutely have to prevent!

Alfons swung his sword relentlessly, with Victor meeting each strike with his own blade.

Nica wondered which of the two he should target to turn the situation in his favor.

Harrison: ….Well then, how about you keep me company?

While Nica was still deciding, Harrison appeared and swung his sword at him.

Though Harrison usually relied on his gun, in this chaotic brawl, he skilfully switched between a sword and a firearm.

Impressed by Harrison’s versatility, Nica quickly ducked.

But he couldn’t evade completely, and a few strands of his hair floated away in the wind.

Nica: Ah…whoa, watch it! Don’t aim for my face!

Nica: If anything happens to this face, there’ll be a lot of heartbroken girls, you know?

Harrison: You’re just going to comfort them and have your way with them anyway. So I don’t really care.

With a cold expression, Harrison kept his sights on Nica. Meanwhile, the battle between Alfons and Victor raged on beside them.

Victor: My hair exists to gently embrace everyone in Crown… I can’t afford to lose it!

Alfons: I don’t care. I’ll trim that lovely hair of yours perfectly.

Victor: Try it if you think you can!

Alfons and Victor’s swords clashed fiercely, but Victor was the first to step forward.

Alfons: Damn it…! You’re quite impressive, Lord Victor..!

Victor: Aflons, I’ll be pushing through like this…!

But this opening left Victor dangerously exposed.

Harrison: You let your guard down, didn’t you, Victor!

Harrison, who had been fighting Nica, suddenly turned his blade toward Victor.

Victor: Wha-Harrison…!? Damn..!

The blade closed in on Victor, about to strike him down, when in that instant---

A single gunshot echoed, and Harrison’s sword was knocked aside.

Harrison: Wha--…?!

Alfons: Oh my, what’s this…?!

For a moment, all eyes turned to Nica, thinking he had interfered.

Nica: Wasn’t me. ….He’s the one who fired.

Nica pointed toward Roger---who stood there with his rifle at the ready.

Roger: …Jumping in late and stopping the finishing blow is pretty fun, you know.

Harrison: You’re quite the nasty one, aren’t you….

Roger: I’ll take that as a compliment.

Roger gave a sly grin and aimed his gun at Harrison, Alfons, Victor, and Nica—one after another.

Roger: Alright then, let’s do this again. Let me trip you lot up.

Roger: Also, it’d be great if you used your cursed abilities a bit more. I’d like to gather some data.

Alfons: …Wouldn’t it be easier if you fought directly? Or are those muscles just for show?

Roger: If I jump in, the data’ll get biased. Come on now, you four get back to fighting.

Harrison’s expression shifted at Roger’s words.

Harrison: …You’re lying about there being only four of us. There’s someone else here….!

Just as Harrison raised his gun in caution, a sigh of exasperation echoed.

Liam: Roger, why do you always have to say something unnecessary…?

Liam: Come on now, saying ‘you four' in front of Harry? Of course he’d figure out there’s a fifth person.

Nica: Liam Evans… So you were using your ability to turn invisible and target us, huh?

At Nica’s words, Liam finally revealed himself—standing there with a knife pointed at Harrison.

Liam: I was so close to taking down Harry… but Roger had to ruin it with his slip-up.

Roger: That wasn’t a slip-up. I did it on purpose.

Roger: If someone like me, who can hear your heartbeat and breathing, kept quiet about you, you’d have too much of an advantage.

Roger: I’d rather drag this brawl out as long as possible and gather some quality data.

Worrying about a brother, craving someone’s hair, gathering data---

Amidst the clash to determine the strongest, countless motives collided—plunging the battle into deeper chaos.

[Chapter 1] [Masterlist] [Chapter 3]

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Gosh, they are being so silly. Nica being worried about his face and Victor being worried about his hair... 😆

[aceeceee]

Insatiable - Caleb

TW for this chapter: mentions of child experimentation, child death (for MC and OC), suicide mention (OC)

WC: 4.8K

Masterlist

Caleb was the second one to meet you.

Caleb was also the first one to hate you.

No, you’re not leaving him so just stay by his side and he’ll spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

When your parents first introduced you and your brother, he didn’t know what to think. His dislike actually occurred during your first meeting, when your eyes met. Later, he’d rationalise this due to how close you were with her but in reality he loathed every time you’d look at him like you knew him. 

Who did you think you were? What gave you the right? 

You were pretty, yes but there was something else. Almost like you were something new in this world, something that had never existed before. He supposes that’s why you caught attention everywhere you went, from your classmates, to his friends and to his frustration, hers.

Before you came into their life, she had only needed him. He knew it was selfish of him but after everything they had gone through, seeing her die over and over again, he truly believed that only he could understand her, take care of her and that she only needed him. But no matter how coldly he looked at you or how harsh his words were, you never got mad. Instead you would give him an understanding smile while you looked at him with pity which only made him more mad. 

Pity? He didn’t need pity, especially from you.

So, then what was it? What was the catalyst that made him change his mind?

Well if we wanted to be more technical than it was the first time you met each other but his stubborn self would never admit this. No, this idiot finally acknowledged his feelings when you took care of him.

Caleb hated a lot of things. It’s only natural to go through life and develop distaste for certain things. Having to watch the one he loved die over and over again and not being able to do a thing was when he realised he detested being helpless. Which is why when he felt the dryness in his throat, the tears beginning to form in his eyes and the stuffiness in his nose…well he pretended to be perfectly fine.

See, Caleb was an actor. A very good one. He’s been fooling the people in his life his entire life. After all, they think he’s okay since he’s popular in school, girls like him, he plays basketball and gets good grades. Nevermind that he still wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares or the sheer exhaustion he feels at certain times.

Caleb was an actor. So good in fact that no one around him knows how to tell when he’s not okay. He’s fooled everyone. Well, except one that is.

You.

2 days into his cold and all he really wants to do is get in his bed and never wake up again. But she had wanted to go out for ice cream and who was he to deny her anything. They’d picked you up from the steps of your house because of course they did. She never went anywhere without you. The three of you fell into the same formation as always with her in the middle and you both by her side. The walk to the small area of numerous shops was only 20 minutes but those 20 minutes went by quickly with her around. She was like the sun, bright with a smile on her face as she talked with a smile on her face choosing to skip rather than walk with them. Her current obsession was owls. To summarise what she’d said, she learnt about them in class, the focus on the Blakiston Fish Owl, native to Linkon and very endangered. That’s why they’d caught her attention, he could only watch and smile, content to just listen to her.

“...that’s why owls have such good hearing…” He didn’t know why his attention drifted to you. If she was the sun then you were the moon. While she was loud and loved to talk, you were quiet with a few words escaping your mouth. While she represented the sun’s rays - warm and safe, you had the moon’s embrace - gentle and calm. You were by her side, smiling softly and occasionally quipping in with your own questions about the animal. Her hand was in yours, swinging it around as she talked. Even he could admit that the two of you meshed well. He felt like an intruder.

The dress you were wearing complemented you well, fitting against your body well, your hair had grown to the point you could tie it up letting him see the earrings he’d helped her pick out for you. Studs painted to look like a soccer ball. He’d gone to one of your matches (he was dragged there against his will) and he had even clapped a little when your team won (he’d rather drink bleach than admit he was hooked on the way you’d moved across the field). On your wrist was of course the matching bracelet you had. Forcing himself to look away, he put his attention back to her. 

The local grocery was named Aura’s Mart. The story behind the name was one of tragedy. The owner, a nice man named Felix named it after his deceased daughter, Aura. For all the advances society had accomplished in technology and medicine, she couldn’t be saved from the sudden aneurysm that struck. Felix’s wife followed a couple months later by her own hands. That’s why it had become an unspoken rule around the neighbourhood to only go to Aura’s Mart. 

Caleb never understood if the people genuinely didn’t realise or just pretended not to see the dead look in Felix’s eyes - now a husk of what he once was. All this only served as a reminder of him to never lose her, to never become like Felix.

Shame he’d never realised that he could lose you too, huh?

As they entered the shop, he tried not to grimace at the dead smile Felix gave them instead putting his focus on all the merchandise while the two of you went down to where the ice cream was. His eyes came across a brand of chips he knew you liked because they were spicy, he also saw the chocolate you preferred because they had a creaminess to them you had yet to find elsewhere. He knew a lot of things about you, he knew that despite you not being a fan of strawberries, you’d pick strawberry ice cream because it was the only thing you liked them in. He knew you loved rainy days, that you loved staring at the night sky and so much more. He didn’t have a choice as he had a habit of committing everything she would say to memory and you were her favourite topic.

The two of you walked right back to him, eyes trained on the bag in his hands. “What did you buy?” she asked in an excited tone, snatching the bag from him before he could even answer. “Hey, is this how you treat me after I buy you all your favourite snacks?” He grabbed onto her cheek but not pulling it too hard. She swatted his hands away, “Ugh get off!” 

She opened the bag and memorised the insides. “Oh, he even got your faves,” she told you. You looked at him in surprise. Why were you shocked? Did you think so low of him that you couldn’t even imagine him doing such a thing? But then the guilt settled into his stomach, he only had himself to blame for you thinking such things however before he could drown in his thoughts, you leaned your arm forward to hand him something. It was an extra ice cream cone he didn’t notice. “I remember you saying how much you liked this,” was all you said before you handed it over, strawberry ice cream in your other hand.

And even though his throat was killing him, Caleb ate the ice cream. 

Day 4 of his sickness and he finally got his wish. Short puffs of breath escaped him as he laid bundled up in his bed. The thick covers provided him respite despite the heat he felt throughout his entire body. She was out the whole day on a class trip and the old lady was away as well meaning he could let the act go and just relax. He thought he heard knocking on the front door before his eyes closed and sleep overtook.

When he woke up again he was disorientated not noticing immediately the cold cloth on his forehead until he reached up to rake his fingers through his hair. Taking the cloth off as confusion filled him. Shit she must have come home then, she saw him in this state. A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand read 11:00AM. Three hours. That’s all the sleep he got. The medicine, cough syrup and glass of water on his nightstand were a new addition. There’s no way it was her who was home, it’s way too early, he thought. Must be gran. 

He answered the knock on his door and you walked in. An option he never considered. “Good you’re up. I was beginning to get worried,” was all you said before walking over to his curtains opening them with the windows. The sudden light hurt his eyes, “What are you-Nevermind why are you here?” he questioned while covering his eyes with hand. “And close those, too bright.” 

“No.”

“No?” He resembled a blowfish with the way his mouth hung open at your audacity.

“I said no.” Arms crossed in front of you as you took a stance. 

“Who do you think you are?” The sneer on his face should’ve broken your resolve. Should’ve. 

“Someone who noticed that you were being an idiot! I mean who pretends to be okay when they’re sick! You’re surrounded by people who care for you and here you are actively spitting in their faces. What if it wasn’t me who discovered you like this but her? How do you think she would’ve felt realising you were sick all this time and not only did she not notice but that you went out of your way to make it so?” 

Caleb could only stare at the anger on your face in awe. He’d never seen you angry before, he’d never heard you yell before. In fact he thought you were incapable of these things. He never understood your admirers before but as he looked at the scowl on your face, the venom in your eyes, your jaw tight with your fists clenched, he found you so beautiful. 

“Well?” you asked, eyes narrowing on him. 

“I think that’s the most I’ve heard you speak.” Your right eye twitched. He smiled.

With a huff, you stormed out of his room while he sat there processing everything that had occurred. 

After a couple of minutes trying to will his body to get up, he went downstairs and for the second time in one day, shocked by the domestic sight before him. There you were in the kitchen, standing before the stove which had a large pot on it, stirring the soup you were cooking. He could smell it in the air, delicious. 

“I didn’t know you could cook,” his voice was soft as he stared at your back. He’d learnt to cook so he could feed her everything she desired.

“My dad taught me.” You didn’t even turn around to answer. This was the first thing he learnt about you on his own.

He found himself taking slow steps towards you until he stopped close enough to touch. His eyes trained on how your shoulders tensed a little before relaxing. He was right behind you, fighting the urge to trace his fingers down your neck and feel your skin. Did you feel the tension too? 

He lowered his head right next to yours reaching out to hold onto the counter on either side of you, caging you in. “You never answered my question, you know? Why are you here?” words spoken right into your ear. “Why do you care if I’m sick?”

You sighed before turning your head not at all affected by how close your face was to his. Your eyes were focused right on his and the scowl had returned. “Don’t look too deep into it, Caleb.” His breath hitched as his eyes blew wide open, he can’t remember you ever saying his name and like a starving dog who’d been thrown a bone he wanted more. Say it again and again. Never stop saying it. Unaware of the turmoil inside him you continued, “I’d do this for anyone. You’re sick I can’t just leave you alone no matter how much you hate me.” 

As Caleb remained frozen, you turned off the stove and pushed his hand away to clear space. He obediently moved away. You walked to the cupboard where they stored the bowls, moving around as you got spoons and whatever else was necessary, feeling his heavy stare following you. You decided to ignore him, pouring soup into the bowl before setting it on the table. Even when you reached out to grab the sleeve of the jumper he was wearing, he said nothing as you guided him towards the table and sat him down on the chair. “Eat,” you said and so he did.

“I have to go work so I’m leaving but make sure to rest, okay?” you told him and all he could do was nod. He remembered something about you taking a casual job at the library, it suited you, he thought. He watched as you turned to leave and yet he wanted to beg for you to stay but insecurity stopped him. Why would you stay for him? 

“Ah, I completely forgot to say this,” you turned back around to face him again, determination all over your face. “If you continue to pretend like you’re fine around her then that’s all she’ll ever see you as. Let her see you at your worst, show her the different sides to you, let her into your flaws so she can experience your complexity. Then she’ll see you for what you are, a person like the rest of us. I know being seen as the strong and reliable Caleb is what’s easier for you but you’ll always be stuck here watching as she gets further and further away from you.” You walked away without giving him a chance to respond.

Caleb’s beginning to think you like leaving him speechless.

He’d learnt two things that day. One, he didn’t hate being helpless as much as he thought, not if it meant you would take care of him. And, two that he liked seeing emotions on your face. How would you look sad? Disgusted? Exhilarated? How would you look underneath him as he had his way with you, what sort of noises would you make, would you plead or beg?

Everyone noticed the change between the two of you. Suddenly, he was coming up to talk to you at school when you were by yourself (He still remembers the bewildered look on your face as you looked around trying to find her, thinking it was her he was talking to. He left you speechless that day), he was present at any of your matches he could go to, cheering your name along with her, picking you up and spinning you around when your team would win, how he had to have a hand on you at all times, the way his face would flush whenever your attention was on him and his constant teasing of you. The man would never let you have a moment of peace when he was around. Most importantly, they all noticed the way he looked at you. Purple eyes hazy with want as he looked at you like a man would at water he’d gone an entire day without. 

She was pipsqueak and you had become Shortcake. He found it hilarious to tease you about your height when you easily towered over most women and as a bonus it never failed to get you to give that look of annoyance as your lips curled and your fists would attack him. 

He made you regret ever taking care of him as it had become a common occurrence for him to seek you out for the smallest things.  

"Shortcake help me!" He'd scream barging into your room.

"What? What is it this time?' Would be your dry response.

Wounded by your lack of care, he'd pout. "Look I got stabbed." He'd tell you dead serious while showing the miniscule paper cut on his finger.

And despite the frustration that would build up in you, he always left your room with whatever wound cleaned and bandaged. 

Maybe he might have felt a little bad had you put up a fight against any of it. When he would lay his head on your lap, you’d look at him in annoyance before faltering at the vulnerable look in his eyes, threading your fingers through his hair giving him a gentle message which lulled him to sleep.

When he would wake up from a nightmare, he’d sneak into your room where oftentimes she would be present watching your sleeping form as her eyes moved to his. The first time it happened he was halfway through your window until his eyes came across the two of you, her smug smile against his sheepish expression at getting caught, she made a show of her fingers tracing the features on your face. An act of dominance, don’t forget who wanted her first. But she still relented and let him in. The next day when you woke up to the both of them on either side of you, crushing you completely in their hold…well you kicked them both off the bed in shock. Both of them sat on their knees looking up at you. Before you could even begin to question anything, the two rascals flashed their puppy eyes but not just any puppy eyes, no they used the ones that resembled a wounded puppy, their ultimate weapon and your ultimate weakness. 

Sighing as you rubbed the area between your eyebrows, already feeling the migraine coming your way. “I’m not mad, okay? Next time just ask,” you had said, shrieking when two pairs of arms tackled you back on the bed and the two crushing you once again. You could only gaze at the ceiling above you as one face nuzzled into the back of your neck and one into your chest, what has my life come too?

You just let them take whatever they wanted. 

Things got worse for Caleb as puberty smashed into him. Well some things were good, he grew even more (unfortunately for you), his voice got deeper. The problem was how aware he became of your body. Or more accurately how a certain body part became hyper aware of you. You smiled at him. Hard. You put your hair up. Hard. You kept it down. Hard. You - Hard. 

He tried to distance himself from you. You didn’t deserve to be reduced to this but that plan quickly went out the window:

“Do you hate me again?” It was the first time he’d seen you cry. It took everything to not rip out his own heart and give it to you as proof of his devotion. However a sick part of him was relieved to see the tears, for all the affection he showed towards you none had been reciprocated. He had tried not to let it get to him but he never knew if he mattered to you. As an apology he let you do his nails not before she had kicked his ass for making you cry.

As time went on, his body learnt to calm down around you, to clarify the desire never went away he just developed control. But of course you’d test him from time to time and the worst(best) part was that it was all unintentional from you.

It had been a hot day, made worse by the fact that he decided to play basketball. All he wanted to do was go home and take a shower. When he gets home, he hears music coming from her room, letting him know the bathroom was free. Poor, tired and sweaty Caleb had no idea what was awaiting him. Dumping his bag in his room and picking clothes to change into, he headed to the shower, still kind of pure. Upon opening the door, he’s greeted by an angelic view of ass. Specifically your ass. Ass that was (unfortunately) covered by a white towel, as you were bent over the tub, unplugging the blocker. His eyes trailed down to your naked legs, water dripping down on them. All poor, tired and sweaty and not so pure Caleb could do was swallow the lump in his throat. 

The sound of the door opening had alerted you and as you perked up and turned to face him, he let out a small groan. You were going to kill little Caleb and maybe big Caleb too. The towel hadn’t been as big as you’d like, covering only the lower half of your boobs and it didn’t fit around you perfectly, letting him take a peek at your stomach as well as your upper thigh. Your wet hair was still down as you couldn’t find a second towel. “Caleb?” he didn’t even hear you call out to him, his heavy gaze followed the bead of water that was currently running down your neck into the valley between your breasts. Silently, he stepped into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Caleb…?” you tried again, head tilted in confusion. Had this been a normal interaction he would’ve cooed at your cuteness. 

“Why are you here?” his voice was thick and calm in a scary way as he stepped even close towards you, half-lidded eyes with a stare right at your chest. “Oh,” you looked away, face flustered from embarrassment. “I slipped in mud so I had to clean up.” Slipping in mud had ruined your nonchalant reputation thankfully no one other than her had been around to see it but the embarrassment still stung. “Why are you here and not in your own house?” he tried again, this time gaze on you. He was close to losing control or perhaps he already did. “She told me to and I figured why not? I already keep clothes here. Sorry for not locking the door, I completely forgot.” You waved him off.

Your non-caring attitude was really starting to piss him off. You stood practically naked in front of him and he was struggling to not let it get to him and yet you were fine? Moving too fast for you to comprehend, he’s suddenly in front of you, your jaw in his hand and despite the tick in his jaw or his furrowed brows, he holds you like you’re made of glass. “Caleb? What a-” you’re cut off by his lips slamming into yours. The kiss is clumsy, hurried but it's harsh and passionate. He’s never kissed anyone before but he doesn’t care as his tongue explores you, he wants to consume you. You’re frozen until you’re not. When he feels your lips move against his, returning his love, he nearly melts. He hates when the need to breathe comes up, reluctantly removing his lips from yours, both his hands still cradling your face. The both of you are breathing heavy but your lips are wet from his assault and when your eyes filled with haziness meet his, it takes everything to not dive in again. 

But then reality crashes into you, your eyes snap in horror and you push him away. He can do nothing as you storm out the room and he’s left standing there. Realisation dawns on him that he might have ruined it all. You ignored him after that, no matter how hard he tried to seek you out, you never gave in. Life without you is torture. When she asks him what’s going on he doesn't respond. You find him one day after a long shift at word, sitting on the steps to your house. His graduation is a couple of months away and there’s no way he’s leaving without fixing this. He knows you’re about to tell him to leave with the look in your eyes but something stops you, probably the desperation on his face. The words in your mouth don’t come out causing you to look away in contemplation, with a sigh you sit down next to him. “What is it?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say. Which is so fucking stupid of him since he’s been practising this big speech in front of his mirror for days but now before you he’s reduced into this. “I miss you,” is the second thing out of his mouth. “I shouldn’t have done that,” is the third. But I don’t regret it, should’ve been the fourth if he hadn’t been such a coward.

“You can’t do that again, Caleb. I refuse to be a stand in for her.” Your eyes are rock hard as you stare into his. His heart shatters into pieces - but it’s okay if it’s you doing it. He can’t believe you think so low of yourself, do you not see yourself? Why would you think it wasn’t you he was in love with? It’s you that never leaves his mind, you that makes his heart race, you that make everything better, it’s you that he imagines coming home, you that he wants a family with. It’s you he wants, it's been you since the moment you met. He never thought his love for her would come back to bite him because after you’d seen his devotion to her, how was he supposed to prove this to you. You would never believe him. And with these past couple of months of seeing you around but not being able to touch you have taught him anything is that he needs you in his life, no matter what role you play. 

So, instead he promises you to never cross that line again and he treats you like you’re only a friend to him.

Graduation comes around. You give him the beautiful bouquet and you accept him into your life by gifting him that bracelet. Then you went ahead and died. You had a habit of leaving him. 

When it all happened, he felt nothing. Even as she cried, not a single tear escaped him. He felt disgusted in himself, you had disappeared, you were taken so why was he not feeling anything?

He found that he could no longer look at the moon, he hated rainy days, he hated the colour of your hair and your eyes and he hated seeing them anywhere. Relief was all he felt as he packed his life away when his break had come to an end, going away to uni was his reprieve. Everything here reminded him of you. 

University had been the escape he needed, his life filled with tests and notes, too busy to think of you. It’s not until one night when he wakes up from a nightmare and gets up to find you, only to be confused by his dorm layout. This wasn’t his room…the tears don’t stop. No matter how hard he tries they won’t stop. It all falls onto him at once until he’s collapsed onto the floor, knees tucked into his chest as he grieves. He’s different after you, a bit more hardened. He thinks it would’ve been worse had it not been for her and your brother. His feelings toward her had changed, he’d taken your advice and he let her in. Their friendship had strengthened as a result and their shared feelings of you had never been an issue.

“I would’ve shared her with you,” she had said one day, visiting him at uni. They were laying outside on the grass just staring up at the sky in silence.

“I would’ve liked that,” he replied. It was true. 

They never discussed you again.

His relationship with your brother was tricky, they’d been closer when they were younger but grew apart as he found other people. Your brother was different than what he’s used to but it didn’t mean he didn’t care for him. He tried his best to be present at your brother’s appointments, he tried his best to care for him the way you had. Your brother was the most precious thing to you. It’s okay he’s not jealous (liar). She takes care of him better, he likes to pretend it’s because he’s never around but deep down he knows the truth. He looks too much like you and it hurts. 

Five years later, you’ve been declared legally dead. He wants nothing but to follow you.

A/N: I completely forget I gave reader a brother while writing this chapter, in my defence its 2am and I've been so busy that I just wanted to get the chapter out. Anyways next chapter will be the start of the story and everything will be in your Pov. As I am writing for reader and not an OC I just want clarify that I'm trying my best to keep reader as general as possible. I might mess up but it's impossible to write a reader that everyone can relate to or see themselves in so feel free to see her as an OC. Also fun fact the owl that I mentioned is native to China (Japan and other countries as well) and since Linkon is practically China, I just included that. Also the owl will play an important part later.

[soluversworld]

MISTER x SHOUJO - Subaru Oogami x G.N Reader part 3

The kid at the back is a 18+ visual novel Minors don’t interact!

Words:

Genre: G.N Reader (Fluff, Angst!)

Summary: You and Geo navigate an unconventional relationship built on misunderstanding, tension, and unexpected moments of connection. After a lie spirals out of control, rumors spread that Geo is your boyfriend, much to the confusion of everyone around you—including Geo himself. Despite his cold and hostile demeanor, Geo reluctantly agrees to play along, but only for his own peace and solitude.

Geo’s sharp, broody personality often leaves you feeling uncertain and overwhelmed. He doesn’t hesitate to criticize you, flick your forehead when you talk back, or scold you for minor mistakes. Yet, he also protects you, whether from prying classmates or persistent admirers, and even takes your hand to make a show of your “relationship” when his friends are watching.

( Reader is a g.n!)-

Trigger Warning: This content contains themes of

Tension-filled dynamics with elements of power imbalance and verbal hostility’s

Rumors and social pressures leading to feelings of alienation and discomfort.

Physical gestures of dominance (e.g., flicking foreheads, pinching).

Underlying themes of unresolved trauma and complex family dynamics

Solivan Brugmanisa

Violence, Blood

EXTRA: He’s a character from a game named The kid at the back!! Note, Been reading a lot of Shoujo mangas why not! Make Geo and reader in such a simple plot!

Me basically to TKATB at this point

It had been a few days since that night. Geo had been close—physically near you in class, walking beside you when schedules aligned—but he hadn’t opened his mouth to speak even once. His presence was there, a silent weight lingering just within reach, yet he felt so far away.

You didn’t question it at first. Maybe this was just how he was. Maybe he didn’t have anything to say. Maybe, deep down, you were scared to push for answers.

But today was different.

Geo wasn’t in class.

That wasn’t normal.

You found yourself frowning, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling creeping into your stomach. It wasn’t like you were worried—Geo was more than capable of handling himself—but still… something felt off.

The whispers in the hallways didn’t help. The absence of his brooding presence was enough to stir murmurs among the students. Even the professors looked surprised to see his usual seat empty.

Finally, during a break, you cornered Crowe near the student council office. He had his usual calm, unreadable expression as he flipped through some documents.

"Where’s Geo?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual, but the slight tension in your voice betrayed you.

Crowe barely looked up. "Sick."

You blinked. "Sick?"

Crowe nodded, still scanning the papers in his hands. "Yeah. Caught a cold or something."

You frowned. "Someone like him actually gets sick?"

Crowe finally looked at you with a faint smirk. "He’s human, you know. Not some untouchable deity, despite what half the student body believes."

You hesitated, not sure why that answer made your chest feel tight.

"Anyway," Crowe continued, flipping to the next page. "I need to deliver this document to him, but I’m swamped with council work. If you could—"

"What?" you interrupted.

Crowe glanced at you, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You’re his lover, aren’t you? He might actually be happy to see you."

You immediately looked away, feeling a heat rise to your face. "We’re not—"

"You’re close enough," Crowe said, waving off your weak protest. "You’re the best candidate."

You stood there for a moment, gripping the strap of your bag. You could say no. You could let someone else handle it. But before you could find the words to refuse, your own traitorous voice mumbled, "…Okay."

Crowe’s smile widened slightly, like he’d expected that answer all along. He handed you the document, and before you could second-guess yourself, you took it.

Geo’s place wasn’t what you expected.

Despite knowing he was rich, his home wasn’t a grand mansion or some absurd penthouse. It was sleek, modern, and surprisingly quiet. The kind of place that felt detached from the world, just like him.

You stood outside his door, the document in one hand, your other hesitating mid-air as you debated knocking.

Why were you nervous?

It wasn’t like this was some big deal.

Finally, before your overthinking could spiral further, you knocked.

Standing outside Geo’s apartment door, you took a deep breath before knocking.

No answer.

You knocked again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

For a moment, you debated leaving. Maybe Crowe had been messing with you. Maybe Geo was fine, just skipping classes like an arrogant bastard.

But the way Crowe had said, “Geo’s sick”—it lingered in your mind. The guy never got sick, so it felt wrong.

You tried again, this time speaking up.

“It’s me.”

Silence. Then, muffled shuffling from inside.

The door cracked open slightly, and you barely had time to see his face before he grumbled, “How the hell did you get my address?”

Your mouth opened, then closed. You decided against lying. “Crowe gave it to me.”

Geo let out a slow, tired exhale, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes—usually sharp and piercing—looked dull, the dark circles beneath them standing out even more against his pale skin. His hair was slightly messy, strands falling over his forehead, and his hoodie was barely hanging onto his shoulders.

He looked terrible.

And terrifying.

Great combination.

“Fantastic,” he muttered sarcastically. “You did it. You found me. Now go.”

Before you could argue, he turned back into his apartment. But in his tired haze, he miscalculated his steps—his shoulder slammed into the doorpost, making him stagger.

Then, as if the universe decided to humiliate him further, the door itself swung in, slamming into his back as it slowly creaked shut.

Geo let out a weak thud as he crumpled onto the floor.

You stared.

“…Geo?”

No response.

Your stomach dropped, and without thinking, you shoved the door open wider, rushing inside. You crouched beside him, panic creeping into your voice. “Hey—Geo, are you—”

No answer.

Your hands trembled slightly as you touched his shoulder, trying to shake him awake. He was burning up.

Shit.

Muttering a curse, you hooked your arms under his, trying to lift him. He was heavy—which made sense considering he was taller than you, but still. With some effort, you managed to drag him toward his bed, awkwardly maneuvering until he was sprawled across it.

You let out a sigh, standing back and catching your breath. His blanket was half-kicked off, so you grabbed it and pulled it over him.

His breathing was slow but steady. His face, though flushed with fever, was still that same unreadable expression. He looked… weirdly vulnerable like this.

You sat at the edge of the bed, frowning. “Did you take any medicine?”

His eyelids barely lifted. “…No.”

You crossed your arms. “Why?”

He groaned, shifting under the blanket. “I’ll sleep it off. Get out.”

You ignored him, pulling out your phone to search how to make rice porridge. If he wouldn’t take medicine, at least he needed something.

But before you could even start, Geo suddenly pushed himself up and reached for your phone, snatching it right out of your hands.

“No need to butt in,” he muttered, his voice hoarse but still laced with that same cold arrogance.

You blinked at him in disbelief. “Geo, you literally just collapsed—”

“Not your problem,” he cut in, tossing your phone back to you before falling back onto the bed.

You caught your phone with a slight stammer, your mind short-circuiting.

The next day, Geo still didn’t show up to class.

You were done.

Like, completely, mentally, emotionally, physically done.

Fine. He didn’t want your help? Cool. But the stubborn idiot wasn’t even taking care of himself. You didn’t know why it pissed you off so much. Maybe because of how arrogant he was, thinking he could just sleep off a fever like some kind of unbreakable warrior.

Well, guess what? He was broken. You saw him collapse.

And now, like it or not, you were going to fix this mess.

There was just one problem.

You had no idea how to cook.

Like, at all. The last time you tried making instant noodles, you somehow burned the water.

So, there was only one solution left.

You had to ask the one person you hated the most.

Your emo older brother.

You hesitated before calling. It had been a while since you actually reached out to him. Partly because he was an annoying stalker toward someone. Partly because he had this weird way of making you feel like a little kid again. And partly because, well… you just didn’t talk much anymore.

Still, you pressed the call button.

The phone rang a few times before a tired, groggy voice answered.

“Who’s this?”

Oh, right. You never actually gave him your number.

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the phone tighter. For a split second, you considered just hanging up.

Then, in a slightly awkward tone, you said, “…Hey, brother.”

Silence.

Then, a slow, drawn-out sigh. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah.”

More silence.

Then, finally, “Why are you calling?”

You took a deep breath. “I need… a favor.”

That caught his attention. “A favor?” His voice perked up just slightly. “Did hell freeze over?”

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to hang up right then and there.

“I need some recipes,” you continued. “For someone who has a fever.”

A long pause. Then, suspiciously, “Who?”

You groaned. “None of your business.”

“Hmm.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “A ‘friend,’ huh?”

You felt your eye twitch.

“Just give me the recipes, Sol.”

Sol hummed in thought. “I could cook it up for you.”

“No.” You shot that down immediately. “Just the recipes.”

Another long pause.

“…Fine,” he finally said. “I’ll text them to you.”

“…Thanks.”

A small chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d ever ask me for help.”

You sighed. “Yeah, well. Desperate times.”

There was a strange pause on his end. Then, in a quieter voice, he said, “Take care.”

You swallowed, caught off guard.

“…You too.”

The call ended.

You stared at your phone for a moment, your chest feeling oddly tight.

Sol was still a weirdo. A stalker to someone else. A mess in his own right.

That's all.

You needed an excuse. A good one. Something solid enough that Geo wouldn’t immediately slam the door in your face again.

So, naturally, you went to Crowe.

The student council president glanced up from his desk when you approached, his sharp eyes laced with curiosity. “Yes?”

You hesitated for a moment before finally blurting, “I need a reason to visit Geo.”

Crowe’s expression barely shifted, but you could tell he was amused. He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly. “Why?”

Not wanting to explain yourself, you quickly scanned the nearest stack of papers on his desk—Geo’s test results. Without thinking, you grabbed them.

“I’ll deliver these,” you announced.

Crowe looked worried Y/n, It's fine-

You ignored him, shoving the documents into your bag. “See ya.”

You turned to leave, Crowe chuckled under his breath. “Both of you are stubborn, I do miss M-, They got a boyfriend now...hm.."

Geo looked like he regretted opening the door the second he saw you.

His feverish aquamarine eyes flickered with annoyance as he grumbled, “How the hell did you get my address again?”

You held up the test results. “Crowe sent me. Thought you’d want these.”

Geo’s tired stare lingered on you, his gaze heavy with skepticism. He exhaled slowly, as if debating whether you were worth dealing with.

Rather than wait for an invitation, you stepped inside.

Behind you, you heard a muffled, “The hell—” but Geo was too exhausted to physically stop you.

His house was immaculate, yet the signs of sickness were obvious. Half-finished water bottles littered the table, crumpled tissues sat on the couch, and there, on his nightstand, was an untouched pack of medicine.

So that’s how it was.

You turned back to him.

He stood stiffly, arms crossed, dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His normally sharp features were dulled by exhaustion, lips pale, dark hair slightly unkempt. His fever made his already fair complexion flush slightly, giving him an almost vulnerable look—if not for the constant glare he threw your way.

You sighed. “Go back to bed.”

“I was in bed until you knocked on my door.”

Ignoring him, you stepped forward. He instinctively tried to block you, but you reached out, gripping his shoulders firmly.

Then, without much thought, you pushed him back.

Unfortunately, you underestimated just how stubbornly solid he was.

Which resulted in the both of you tumbling backward.

Straight onto the bed.

You landed on top of him, your hands planted on his chest, his arms half-raised as if debating whether to shove you off.

Silence stretched between you.

Geo’s fevered gaze bore into yours, his lips parting slightly before pressing into a tight line. His grip on your waist was hesitant, like he wasn’t sure whether to push or hold you in place.

His breath was warm against your cheek.

“…Was this necessary?” His voice, though rough, was eerily calm.

Your entire body tensed. “S-Sorry!”

You scrambled off him so fast that you nearly fell again.

As you moved, your bag tipped over, and its contents spilled across his bed—packs of medicine, fever patches, a sports drink, a whole damn arsenal of cold remedies.

Geo stared at the mess. Then at you.

“…Are you trying to drown me in medicine?”

You huffed, brushing off his sarcasm. “You need it.”

He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, exhaling sharply. “I told you—I’m fine.”

“You look awful.”

“That’s just my natural state.”

Your fingers curled into fists. This idiot. This absolute moron.

Geo’s gaze darkened slightly. “What’s your deal?”

“What?”

“You came here, barged in, and now you’re playing doctor.” His fevered stare pinned you in place. “What do you want? You trying to put me in your debt?”

The accusation hit you like a slap.

You blinked at him. “What? No.”

“Then why?” His voice was quiet, but sharp, cutting straight through you.

Why?

You didn’t have an answer.

You had no logical reason.

You just wanted to be here.

“…I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, Geo said nothing.

Then, with a tired sigh, he leaned back against the pillows, muttering, “You’re so fucking annoying.”

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile a little.

He didn’t throw you out.

It wasn’t just one message. Or two.

It was ten.

From Sol.

[Sol]: Here. Easy-to-make recipes for someone with a fever. [Sol]: Don’t mess it up. [Sol]: Actually, knowing you, you will. [Sol]: Try not to set anything on fire. [Sol]: …Actually, do you even know how to cook? [Sol]: If not, just tell me, I’ll make something and drop it off. [Sol]: Hello??? [Sol]: Why are you ignoring me? [Sol]: Fine, good luck burning down the kitchen. [Sol]: Call me when you inevitably fail.

You stared at the flood of messages, lips twitching.

No way in hell were you going to admit that Sol was right.

So, instead of just picking one recipe like a normal person, you did the most idiotic thing imaginable.

You made all ten.

The kitchen became a war zone of pots, ingredients, and sheer stubborn determination. Rice porridge, miso soup, some kind of soft omelet dish—each one made with painstaking effort. You tasted everything, ensuring it was at least edible. Surprisingly, nothing tasted bad. Maybe even… okay?

The next morning, you returned to Geo’s place, knocking sharply.

When he opened the door, his feverish eyes flickered in confusion at the sight of you holding an entire tray stacked with food.

“What the fuck?” His voice was hoarse, his confusion genuine. “Are you stupid?”

You ignored the insult and brushed past him, entering his home like you owned the place. You set the tray on his table and turned to him with a proud grin.

“I made food,” you announced.

Geo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “Yeah, I can see that.”

You motioned toward the dishes. “Eat.”

Geo rubbed his temples, muttering, “You made way too much. Why the hell—”

“I didn’t care,” you cut in. “I just… wanted to make sure you had options.”

Geo stared at you.

Then at the ridiculous amount of food.

Then back at you.

“…You’re an idiot.”

“You’re welcome.”

He sighed, stepping toward the table. His movements were sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion. Even as he sat down, he barely touched the food, his fingers loosely gripping the chopsticks.

“I’m tired,” he muttered. “I’ll eat later.”

Your eye twitched.

Like hell you were going to let all that effort go to waste.

You picked up a spoonful of porridge and held it up to his mouth. “Then I’ll feed you.”

Geo’s entire body tensed.

Then, like a lightning bolt struck him, he shot up from his chair, snatched the chopsticks, and started eating at a speed you didn’t think was possible for a sick person.

You blinked.

And then, slowly, a giggle escaped your lips.

Geo glared at you, his expression sharp despite the slight flush on his cheeks—whether from fever or embarrassment, you weren’t sure. “Shut up.”

You giggled again, covering your mouth. “Your stupid pride is hilarious.”

Geo scowled, shoving another bite of food into his mouth.

But he kept eating.

And somehow, despite the insults, despite the glares, despite the fever and his sheer stubbornness—

You couldn’t help but feel warm.

Here's your continuation in a rich narrative style:

The quiet hum of the faucet filled the kitchen as you scrubbed the last dish, the warm water running over your fingers. The apartment was eerily silent, except for the occasional soft rustle of blankets from the other room.

Geo had finally fallen asleep.

You exhaled, glancing toward the door leading to his room. The exhaustion on his face earlier had been evident—dark circles under his aquamarine eyes, the way his shoulders sagged just slightly more than usual. He had been running on sheer stubbornness.

At least now, for a little while, he was resting.

Somewhere deep in sleep, Geo’s dream began to take shape.

Snow.

It was always snow.

He stood in a field of white, untouched and pristine, the cold air crisp against his skin. Small figures dotted the landscape—snowmen, uneven and clumsily built, their lopsided heads tilting as if caught mid-thought.

He knew these snowmen.

He had built them before.

The memory surfaced unbidden—tiny hands, gloves too big, laughter ringing in the air as two children shaped mounds of snow into something resembling people.

His people. Your people.

His gaze flickered over the frozen figures. There, in the middle, stood the ones you both had made to look like each other.

But something was wrong.

Yours was collapsed. Fallen to the ground, half-melted, as if abandoned.

Geo stepped forward, reaching out—

But before he could fix it, the dream shattered.

His eyes snapped open.

A soft warmth pressed against his forehead.

He tensed.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming. The dim glow of his bedside lamp illuminated the room, and there you were, leaning over him, fingers lightly touching his forehead as if checking his temperature.

Your expression was focused, careful, unaware that he had woken up.

“…Sorry.”

Your voice broke the silence as you noticed his open eyes. You quickly pulled your hand away. “Did I wake you up?”

Geo blinked, disoriented. His body still felt heavy with fever, his mind sluggish—but there was something else. A lingering sense of unease, a whisper of a feeling he didn’t quite understand.

His voice was rough when he spoke.

“…Were you here the entire time?”

You hesitated. “I… yeah.”

Geo sat up slowly, pressing a hand to his forehead as if trying to make sense of everything. His gaze flickered toward you, sharp but unreadable.

Then, with quiet suspicion, he asked, “What are you trying to get out of this?”

You froze. “What?”

His expression remained guarded, a hint of wariness behind his fever-clouded eyes. “You’re like this—helping, acting nice. You must be after something.”

A heavy pause.

Then, you let out a sigh, rubbing your temples. “Why do you always look at everything that way?”

Geo didn’t answer.

You shook your head. “I didn’t do this because I had to. I did it because I wanted to.”

Your words hung in the air between you.

Geo’s lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but no words came out. His mind raced, trying to place this feeling—the way his stomach twisted at your sincerity, the way his chest ached with something unfamiliar.

You looked at him, your voice softer this time. “You need to stop this.”

Geo swallowed, his throat dry. “Stop what?”

You exhaled, eyes searching his. “Pushing people away.”

Silence.

For once, Geo didn’t have a quick, snide remark.

He just… sat there. Looking at you.

And for the first time, in a long time, he felt something he couldn’t quite define.

You picked up the glass of water from the bedside table, the cool condensation wetting your fingers. Geo was still staring at you, his expression unreadable, fever-glazed eyes watching your every movement as if trying to decipher something.

“Drink this,” you said simply, holding out the glass.

He didn’t move at first, just kept looking at you with that strange, lingering gaze. You sighed, pushing the glass closer. “Geo.”

Finally, he took it, his fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting second before he pulled away. He brought the glass to his lips, drinking slowly, deliberately. You watched him, making sure he didn’t do something stupid like refuse halfway.

The tension from earlier still hung in the air, thick and heavy, but you decided to ignore it.

As soon as he finished, you placed the empty glass back on the table and grabbed your bag. “Alright,” you said, standing up. “You should rest. I’ll be going now.”

Geo was silent.

You turned to leave, but just as your hand reached for the door, his voice stopped you.

“…Why?”

You paused, glancing back. “Why what?”

He shifted slightly under the blanket, his aquamarine eyes dark and serious despite the fever’s haze. “Why are you doing this?”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “I already told you.”

“I want to hear it again.”

You rolled your eyes. “Because I wanted to, not because I had to.”

Geo didn’t respond right away. He just kept looking at you like he was trying to unravel something in his head. His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say more, but then he hesitated, gaze flickering away.

You waited for a moment, but when he didn’t say anything else, you turned back toward the door.

“…Get better soon, Geo.”

The next morning, you found yourself running through the familiar streets, the cold morning air stinging your lungs. You didn’t even think about it—you just ran, feet pounding against the pavement, until you reached Geo’s apartment complex.

Your heart was racing, though you weren’t sure if it was from running or from something else entirely.

As you reached his door, you saw him—already outside, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, locking his door.

You skidded to a stop, panting. “What the—? Geo! What are you doing?”

He glanced at you, unimpressed. “Going to the store.”

Your brows furrowed. “The store?” You stepped closer, grabbing his wrist. “You literally had a fever yesterday! You should still be resting!”

He clicked his tongue, trying to pull his arm away, but you tightened your grip and pushed him back inside. “Nope. You’re not going anywhere.”

Geo scowled, but before he could argue, you had already shoved him toward his bed, forcing him to sit. He gave you a glare that could probably kill a lesser person, but you weren’t fazed. You grabbed his wrist, checking his temperature with the back of your hand.

Normal. No more fever.

You let out a sigh of relief, but your hands stayed on him just a second longer than necessary. “You’re better now,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

Geo stayed quiet, watching you with a strange expression. He seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes unreadable as he studied your face.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“…Thank you.”

You froze. “Huh?”

“I said thank you,” he repeated, voice quieter this time, like it physically hurt him to say it.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You stared at him, feeling like you had just witnessed something rare—something no one else had ever seen before.

Geo, saying thank you.

The moment felt too surreal.

“I thought you hated this kind of thing,” you finally managed to say.

“I do,” he replied. His gaze flickered away for a second, as if debating whether or not he should keep talking. “…I hate people who go out of their way to show how big their hearts are. People who want to prove something by helping others. Love letters, fake kindness, people who think they’re saints.” His voice darkened. “People like my brother.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden mention of his brother, but before you could ask, he continued.

“…But you’re different.” His eyes met yours again, calmer now. “You didn’t have any ulterior motives. You just did it.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “So, I don’t mind thanking you.”

Your face felt warm.

You swallowed, gripping your hoodie’s sleeves. “You’re acting weird,” you blurted out, trying to lighten the moment. “Maybe your fever isn’t gone.”

You reached up, placing your hand on his forehead without thinking. But before you could even process the warmth of his skin against your palm, Geo’s hand shot up, catching your wrist mid-air.

“I’m fine,” he said. His grip was firm, his touch lingering just a second too long.

You felt heat crawl up your neck.

Panic kicked in. “R-Right! Okay! Uh—” You yanked your wrist back, stumbling over your words. “Then, uh, I’ll just—go! Yeah! Bye!”

And before you could embarrass yourself further, you spun around and bolted out of his apartment.

As you ran down the street, your heart was hammering against your ribs, your face burning.

And then—

“Hahahaha—”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, uncontrollable, giddy.

You clutched your chest, still breathless from running.

You really, really liked him.

You kept running, but your brain was running even faster.

Why?

Why the hell was my heart beating so fast? To him? Of all people?

You didn’t slow down until you turned the corner, out of sight from his apartment. Then, without thinking, you smacked your own forehead.

"Get a grip!" you hissed to yourself, pacing in a frantic circle. "This is Geo we’re talking about! He’s an asshole! He’s rude, cynical, hates people—"

Your voice trailed off as your heartbeat betrayed you again, thudding against your ribs like a traitor.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face.

Why did he have to say it like that?

You didn’t have any ulterior motives. You just did it.

That wasn’t something Geo would normally say. He wasn’t the type to acknowledge kindness, let alone thank someone for it.

And that look in his eyes…

You groaned again, this time smacking your forehead against the nearest lamppost.

Maybe you were the one with the fever.

Shaking off the thought, you forced yourself to keep walking, determined to shove whatever this was deep, deep down.

But your fingers still tingled where he had grabbed your wrist.

[sealmisuyu]

Seventeen and their baby💭

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You were convinced that being an idol was supposed to be cool.

You were also convinced that being the youngest in a company full of older idols should not mean you were treated like a lost puppy at all times.

But Seventeen had other plans.

The first time you met Seventeen, you were starstruck. The second time you were ambushed.

"She’s so small" Seungkwan announced, staring at you like you were a rare animal at the zoo.

"I’m literally a normal height" you deadpanned, but it didn’t matter because Mingyu had already picked you up off the ground like a sack of rice.

"HAVE YOU BEEN EATING WELL?"

"PUT ME DOWN THE FUCK—"

And from that day on, the teasing never stopped. You were practically a baby to them, and they took their big brother roles seriously.

"Did you drink water today?"

You blinked up at Minghao, who had materialized out of nowhere with a bottle of water in hand.

"Uh… yeah?"

He squinted. "Drink again."

You sighed but took a sip anyway, because you knew better than to argue with him.

And it wasn’t just that.

When you tried ordering coffee, Joshua intercepted with a horrified gasp. "You’re too young for that!"

"Josh, I’m literally an adult"

"You’ll stunt your growth!"

"I’M ALREADY GROWN?!"

Dino nodded solemnly. "This is how they treat me, too. There’s no escape"

Unfortunately you learned that the hard way.

One time, you tripped during a music show rehearsal, and before you even hit the ground, Joshua had already caught you, Jeonghan was checking your knees, and Hoshi was yelling at the floor.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?!"

(Hoshi please it’s just a floor)

And don’t even think about dating.

"Who are you texting?" Woozi asked casually, glancing at your phone.

"No one."

"You smiled."

"I was looking at a meme!"

But it was too late.

"WHO IS IT?"

"DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?"

"IS IT SOMEONE WE KNOW?"

The way they interrogated you, you’d think you were committing a crime.

"Guys, I don’t even like anyone!" you huffed.

"Good" Vernon nodded"Boys are scary"

"…Aren't you a boy?"

"Exactly."

If you posted a selfie, they flooded the comments with embarrassing uncle energy.

"Our baby is so cute!!!" – Hoshi

"Why is she posing like that?" – Woozi

"POCKET SIZED" – DK

If you did a weevers live, they showed up in the chat like overbearing parents.

"Did you eat?" – Seungcheol

"Why are you still awake??" – Jeonghan

"She’s not even reading our comments, betrayal." – Jun

It wasn’t just words. They really did treat you like a younger sibling in every way. If you were lost in a music show building, you called Mingyu. If you were stressed about choreography, you messaged soonyoung for tips. If a sunbae was being intimidating, Wonwoo would just... stand next to you silently until they backed off.

And whenever you had a comeback, they made sure to cheer the loudest.

"She’s so tiny!" Dino cooed when he watched your latest stage.

"That’s crazy" Vernon muttered. "She’s literally our age gap in physical form"

You rolled your eyes at them but couldn’t help the smile creeping up your face.

They acted like you couldn’t even breathe without their supervision, but you kind of… loved it? They never let you feel alone in the industry, always making sure you had people to lean on.

So, after your first music show, when you turned your head instinctively to find your members, your eyes instead landed on them— Seventeen, screaming their heads off in the crowd like proud dads at a school play.

And when you cried after winning your first award, they didn’t tease, didn’t joke.

They just hugged you one by one, whispering, "We’re so proud of you little one"

And suddenly you realized.

They weren’t just your sunbaes.

They were family.

[sadrottengirl]

Masterlist

The golden marks

Jinwoo x Fem!reader

Hae-in x Fem!reader

Chapter 2

A sharp light hit the side of your face making your closed eyes sqint in annoyance, you turn around trying to evade the morning for as long as possible, your lips purse and reluctantly you open your eyes.

A quick reminder that you weren't in your bed or even inside of your apartment, sitting up you stretch your arms above your head letting out a soft groan.

Turning your head you watched as the woman's shifts to look at you a smile tugging at her lips, before her gaze goes back to the moving city, her eyes deep in thought, you tried to blink away any remains of sleep, before standing up and walking directly behind her.

Your arms wrapped around the taller woman's waist as your head found it's way to her shoulder, she let out a soft sigh of relief her hand quickly moving to hold yours.

"morning" you said eyes closed voice still groggy, she was glad you didn't look at her, as she was now completely flushed.

It wasn't the first time you asked to stay over this was now a very common accurance, but it always still left her quite frustrated sleeping in the same bed, you being incredibly clingy in the morning, and your sweet scent as she would hold you while you were deep into sleep.

It was surreal to her, strong as you where you never smelled bad, you had theorized it may be because you had a second awakening, you even made a whole diagram simply to put her at ease.

It was also why the two of you would stick together like glue during gate clearings, whenever she wasn't fighting she would always have a hand around your shoulders or waist to keep you close, her exscuse was that the smell of the other hunters made her sick which wasn't a complete lie, so it would be best if stuck next to her to have a little safe space, which you instantly agreed to, "anything to help a friend in need!" You said it was sweet back then but irked her now, for some reason.

"Good morning, [Name]" her voice softened when she spoke your name, "yesterday I did something kinda dumb" you confessed she fought the urge to tease, and simply hummed so you knew she was listening, "I was at my job the caffè one" You started digging your head into her shoulder, "I wasn't paying attention, I thought I could simply use my hightned senses to not bump into people" her eyes shifted to you, face completely covered she could just see your [hair color]ed hair with golden streaks, "and?" she questioned, "I bumped into this guy and spilled coffee on him, I panicked" her gaze narrowed, "did he say something.. Nasty to you?" her tone shifted dangerously as if she was ready to find however upset you to break all his bones, "no he was... Nice" she let out a sigh of relief "then what's the problem?"

...

Silence fell between the two of you, "I took his hoodie so I could get it cleaned, but now after I slept on it, I don't think I can face him after I did something so embarrassing" she closed her eyes, at breathed from her nose "you'll be fine, you never get self conscious just be confident as you always are and you'll be alright" her voice had conviction as if every word that came out was simply fact.

You nodded softly removing yourself from her, "I'll take a shower" you chuckled as if you where now a completely different person, stretching yourself, her face flushed as she couldn't take her eyes off your mostly naked body, she would be lying if she said she didn't give you such revealing clothes to sleep in porpusly.

You quickly moved to enter the bathroom closing the door behind you, you walked infront of the mirror your eyes trailing the reflection of all the golden scars on you face that trickled down onto you neck and shoulders.

You sighed turning your frown upside down shaking your head, starting to remove the clothes from you body, as you did you saw a trace of black on the inner side of your arm, his number still stained it, weirdly enough you felt your checks heat up slightly at the memory of his hand wrapped around your wrist.

"he was so gentle..."

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An:

Before I get eaten alive the reader does NOT like Jinwoo for now.

This is just what tenderness does to a deeply traumatized woman ok???

Anyway I'm a sucker for Cha she can literally have my life soul and body, I want her so bad what who said that.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

You Heathen! - Marco x Reader

(A very quick Soulmates Au - Had first words spoken to each other on them)

It was a nice warm day and you were enjoying your day off, walking around the market buying mostly food for the week but looked at others stalls as well.

Walking down to docks for the fish market, you heard whispers that a pirate ship had docked but didn't pay attention to what crew as they weren't causing any kind of trouble and that means you wouldn't have to deal with aftermath of that trouble.

Getting to fish market you saw a group of men you hadn't seen before so guessed that they were apart of the crew that had docked. You were simple going to just walk by them but the blonde in group had you stopping and staring in horror as your mouth was working faster than brain.

"YOU ASBOULE FUCKING HEATHEN" You shouted, pointing a finger at the blonde, noting his wide eyes but put it down to being caught off guard "What the hell is wrong with you, did no one ever teach you how to eat a pineapple properly, cause who in their reach mind would be eating it like that" your voice still loud as you berated and matched up to him, "Just because it has apple in the name doesn't mean you eat like one you god damn heathen" you stopped talking when he put his hand to stop you.

You looked at the blonde and the men next to him who were doing their best to keep their laugher in, the one with a pompadour was failing hard, so he turned around in an attempt to calm himself. The blonde took another bite of the pineapple and titled his head before speaking.

"And who are you, the pineapple eating police yoi " he asked between bites.

Hearing those word momentarily stunned you, processing that he has just said your words which meant that this man was your soulmate but seeing him bite the pineapple again had your left eye also most twitching.

"No but I've been told my told slaps are not be messed with and with your heathen eating habit, I'm sure they help improve your eating habit" you answered him.

That had the pompadour man laughing again, bent over as he tried to get a hold of himself. The black hair man just gave a sigh as he turned to laughing man and pulled him away.

The blonde then stood up to his full height and stared down at you, finishing off the last bit of pineapple but you just narrowed your eyes at him.

"Is that anyway to talk to your soulmate yoi" he said, smiling at you

"Yes it is! especially when you eat pineapples like" you replied, "You could be the Fleet Admiral or a King or someone very powerful and I will still call you a fucking heathen for how you eat pineapples" you informed him, crossed your arms.

"Of cause my soulmate would be stubborn little thing, why would I expect otherwise yoi" he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face

"Excuse me, you pineapple heathen" you said feeling insulted, "There nothing wrong with being stubborn" you told him

"Marco" he said

"What?" you asked

"My name is Marco, not pineapple heathen" he said

You looked at him and studied him a little more closely for a moment, noting his tattoo and stored that away for later and then took in his outfit, it was unusual but somehow worked for him and while you were doing that you could laughing the backward.

"What ever you say pineapple heathen" you smirked at him before turning and leaving him, heading to your original stop of the fish market.

Something inside suddenly made you feel so giddy as you walked away from him, smiling to yourself and probably looked like a fool to others but didn't you care as you had just met your soulmate, even if he did eat pineapples like that.

"Don't I get to know your name yoi" Marco called after you.

"That's something you're gonna have to earn, as that takes away the fun if I just tell you pineapple heathen" you answered, turning to look at him with a grin on lips

"Is that a challenge I hear" he asked, soon coming to your side.

"Only if you think can, I know not many pirates are all that smart" you said, making a jab at him.

"It's a good thing I'm also a Doctor yoi" he grinned widely

"Oh this be fun to see if can get it before having to ship out" you answered

The smile that he gave when you said that, told you that there was something else almost like he had an ace up his sleeve and that had you wanting to find out what that something else was now.

The two then walked around the fish market, as he began to try and guess your name and when that was getting him no where he began to ask you about your life, occasionally asking things about your name than out right guessing it.

As the two you walked about before heading off somewhere else in the town, leaving the two men that had been Marco to themselves.

"Izou our little Marco is grown up, he found his soulmate" the pompadour man said with a laugh and cry, "I feel so proud of him"

"Thatch, darling, my soulmate, I'm not saving you if Marco throws you overboard if he hears you say that" Izou answered honest "Now come along, lets enjoy our day"