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klemen-tine · 23 hours ago

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One of Us (Vampire AU!)

Batfam x Platonic!Male Reader.

Mainly Dick, Jason, and Bruce, but Part 2 will have more interaction.

I have no excuses, and I apologize.

Someone, very long ago, requested a Vampire AU! and I said "Hey! I'm actually working on that now!" A year later and it is up.

TW: Noncon body modification. You get turned into a vampire essentially when you wanted to be human.

Enjoy~

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His body felt as though it was on fire, his throat dry and teeth aching. He hunched over himself, panting and trying to contain himself as he felt his body was going through hell. His breath coming pants and if he could sweat, he knows he would be. It feels like a fever, but he knows it is not.

“Y/N.” He could barely hear the voice calling for him, but he can’t pinpoint on who it is. A hand carding through his oily hair and there it was. The sweet scent that made his throat burn and his teeth ache impossibly more. A pitiful whine left his throat and hands gently scratched his scalp, like someone petting a cat, “Shh, its okay.” The rim touched his lips and Y/N was gulping it down, ignoring how some of it spilled from the side or how a hot tongue licked it away.

They nuzzled into the side of Y/N’s head, whispering sweet words and encouragement.

“Its almost done, Y/N. You are so close.” A cry left Y/N’s lips, tears now racing down their cheeks. The cold hand cupped their cheek, and another set of arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. The head nuzzled into the crook of their neck, and they could feel fangs nibble on their clammy skin.

“Pl…please…” He gasped out, only for more liquid to be shoved down his throat. Tears continued to race down his cheeks and a hand gently brushed his cheek. A finger dipped past his lips and onto a now sensitive tooth.

Y/N, in instinct he didn’t used to have, bit down and the sweet taste of blood filled his lips. No longer blood from a bag, but now from the source.

“Good job.”

“Our little brother is the best. Catching on so quickly.” Y/N sobbed around the digit. Upset with them for doing this, upset at himself for allowing this, and overall in so much pain. Every drop of blood felt like cold water on his burning throat, and with every swallow the fog in his mind cleared a bit more.

“Good job, Y/N.”

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Y/N is loved. Y/N is revered within the manor, hands always keeping a tight hold on his wrists, forearms, or sometimes a hand is always clamped to the back of his neck. Almost like the Wayne family is scared that someone, not of their own, is going to take a bite.

He was kept from the public eyes, oftentimes staying behind in the manor with Alfred as the others went out. He is kept in the manor, only allowed outside as long as someone is with him and it has to be in the backyard. Thanks to that, however, the yard is now more beautiful than ever with the flower garden he has been working on with Alfred.

He is the human amongst a clan of vampires. The dirty little secret.

Y/N is- “You sure you don’t want to do it tonight?” -Not ready to stop being a human. He stared at Jason, Tim nuzzling into his chest, and Y/N found it hard to look away from the green eyes that he had grown up with. He knows they can hear his heart racing as his anxiety picked up, but Y/N tried to keep a straight face.

“I’m sure, it doesn’t feel like the right time yet.” It's been the excuse for the past few years, and he knows that it is getting old. However, he also knows that it is a human that he wants to be. Y/N wants to die as a human, and he wants to live as a human.

Y/N knows, just how a person knows they don’t want to be a parent, that he does not want to be a vampire. Yet, he couldn’t find it within himself to even voice it. How do you tell the people who raised you, expecting you to join them once you are ready, that you no longer want to be a vampire?

He wasn’t sure what to do. What he did know however was that this family, their family, will say no. They will not take no for an answer. This is because they are Waynes and they will always get what they want.

Y/N, whether he likes it or not, is someone they want. It is the price one pays when they are revered and looked after as much as he is. Similar to the gold family watch everyone wants to wear, or the video gaming that everyone must have turns playing with. To be well loved means to be sought after, and to be sought after means there is little freedom.

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Y/N was walking the long and gothic hallways of the manor, staring outside the window and watching how the rain pelted the glass. No lightning or thunder, only rain. Despite the darkness, Y/N wandered the halls with ease, knowing where each staircase was, which hallways led to where, and also which rooms were which.

Despite this, the manor was creepy. The way the shadows were casted like things chasing you, or how parts of the old structure would creak for no reason other than the fact that it is old.

It is why when Y/N saw Dick, it wasn’t fear that he felt but peace. Smiling widely at his oldest brother, he welcomed the other’s hug and buried his face into the cold chest.

“Dickie, welcome home.” The man smiled, “It’s good to be home. What has you walking around so late at night?” Y/N grinned up at him, before looking out the window, “Just up. I couldn’t fall asleep.” The oldest brother hummed, “That’s unfortunate. Are you having nightmares?” A hand cupped his face gently, and Y/N smiled, “No. I can’t sleep. I was hoping that walking around would help.”

Dick hummed, showing his understanding. He stared out the window alongside his brother, and sharp eyes watched the rain pelt the glass and the occasional lightning strike light up the sky. He can remember a younger Y/N, one who was terrified of everything, crying and running into one of their rooms whenever there was a thunderstorm. They were always awake, and once they found out whose room he had run into, everyone would congregate into that person’s room. It was typically Bruce’s room, and the man would wait with a book in hand a mug of warm hot chocolate.

Dick looked at Y/N now, and he wondered just where the time had gone. Y/N is now 21, and those years have flown by for all of them. Dick can remember first holding Y/N as a baby, found in a closet at murder victim's apartment. He had been so tiny, and Dick had promised that nothing would ever hurt Y/N.

Not even age.

“I wonder… When did you grow out of your fear of thunderstorms?” Y/N smiled, “I think the moment I turned 9, but you guys seemed bummed that I stopped going to your rooms.”

“Is that why you kept coming in?” Y/N, until he was 13, had continued to seek them out whenever there was thunder. Dick didn’t know it was because they all looked upset when Y/N stopped doing so.

The human nodded, “Bruce seemed to be the most distraught to be honest.” Dick laughed, already able to picture Bruce’s face the first time Y/N didn’t come in.

“You guys take such great care of me…” Y/N trailed off, his mind trying to think of a way to bring the conversation up. He could feel Dick’s piercing gaze, and it sent goosebumps down his spine. He scratched his ear, a nervous tic that he has never been able to grow out of. Dick brought him into a hug, and Y/N found himself relaxing as one of Dick’s hands caressed the back of his neck.

“And what greater ‘thank you’ than joining us?” Y/N snapped his head to Dick’s direction. Long fangs peaked through Dick’s lips, catching the manor light in a menacing manner, and for the first time in his life, Y/N was terrified of his brother. The hand clasped on the back of his neck tightened.

“Dickie?” His voice wobbled, and Dick just smiled so serenely and prettily. An arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist to pull him closer, and for the first time in his life, Y/N can feel just how cold Dick was. How different their bodies were.

“We love you so, so much Y/N. So much that it eats at us when you are not within arms reach.” Y/N loves them too. It's just, Y/N also loves being a human. When he was younger, there was nothing he wanted more than to be a vampire with his family. Now that he is older, he can better see the beauty in life because life itself is short.

Y/N no longer wishes to be a vampire.

Dick leaned down, and nuzzled the skin that is pulled taut over Y/N’s collarbones. Y/N couldn’t stop the shiver that broke out on his skin or the way that the hairs on his arms now stood on end. He finally found the strength to move and gripped Dicks’s shoulders, trying to push him away.

“Dickie, please I don’t- don’t want this.” There was a small nibble on his collarbone, and Y/N felt his heart rate spike. From the way Dick smiled, showing all teeth, he knew that his oldest brother could hear it.

The blood in his ears began to roar and Y/N began to feel his breath pick up. He hated that this feeling was making him scared of his brother. That this feeling was making him see Dick, sweet and kind Dick, in a new and darker light. One that helped him see what others saw just before strong jaws clamped on fragile skin. He was looking at a monster in the shape of his brother.

“Di-Dick?”

“Master Richard, what are you doing?” The grip released and Y/N pushed himself off and ran to Alfred. The oldest vampire was staring down at Dick with a raised eyebrow. One that had many of Y/N’s brothers confessing what they were guilty about. All this did however, was make Dick smile with only the smallest traces of being guilty.

“Sorry Alfie, I was only teasing.” From the look Alfred gave him and the furrowing in Y/N's own brows, the oldest child knows he’s not fooling anyone. Which wasn't the point. Staring down at his sibling, Dick could hear the blood racing underneath the skin, and the way his heartbeat continued to race in his chest.

The grin increased in size, and his fangs remained elongated. Y/N gripped Alfred’s suit tighter, and the butler sighed at his ward, “Master Richard, if you continue to bully Y/N, I will need to bring in Master Bruce.” Dick’s grin got even wider at the threat, and Y/N knows that that is exactly what Dick wants.

“It-its okay Alfie… Dick’s joke just went too far.” If Dick is doing this, then that means he has to go ahead from Bruce. It’s terrifying to realize that Bruce is done waiting.

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Y/N knows he’s being watched. He knows that he’s being observed and that this plan was a failure from the start. Which was why when he walked in his room and saw Bruce standing amongst his packed bags, bags he knew he hid, Y/N knew that this game was over. Still, he tried to hold his composure, “I don’t remember saying you can come in.”

Bruce doesn’t even look at him, “When I believe one of my kids is in danger, your permission to enter a room in my manor is the last thing I need.” Y/N huffs, “I’m not in danger.” The old vampire narrowed his gaze, and Y/N wondered if maybe he should jump out the window.

“I, and many others, highly disagree. Why are your bags packed?”

“Am I not allowed to go on trips?”

“Four bags to go on a trip? Must be a long one.” Y/N narrowed his eyes, “Just around Europe. Nothing too long.” Bruce strolled over, and cupped Y/N’s cheek, making E/C eyes meet blue. They were as cold as his skin, and Y/N can’t help but to wonder if they were always like that.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Y/N.” He bit his lips, “It's because I’ve never had a reason to lie before.” Bruce had some decency to look guilty, “Y/N, I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you for a while, and it’s my fault for putting it off.”

“Bruce, please,” Y/N whimpered, their fingers gripping into the silk fabric of the casual-wear and they stared into blue eyes. Those same eyes that they can remember being one of their first memories.

“Please, I… I want to be human.” Bruce’s grip tightened and Y/N flinched. It was the wrong answer, but it was the answer that he needed to say. Tears now streaming down his face and his body shaking. His bags laid strewn across the floor, and Y/N wonders if they had all known from the start.

“Tell me, Y/N. Did you really think there was a place on this earth where we wouldn’t find you?” Y/N bit the inside of their cheek. Of course not. Y/N knows that wherever he were to go, the Wayne’s would always be in his shadow.

It was still nice to try. Then again, Y/N didn’t even get to try. The furthest he got was packing his bags.

“I wasn’t going to hide from you all or anything! I just wanted to take a trip.” “Then why the secrecy?” Y/N scrunched his nose, “Because you guys would have never let me go.” Bruce sighed heavily and Y/N grit his teeth, “I wasn’t running away. I was only wanting to go on a trip.” Blue eyes narrowed on his form, his grip tightening, “You wanted to live there.”

“Just for a bit! Everyone else got to do it.”

“Y/N, you have been swaddled in the finest fabrics in the world, had the best food on your plate, and have always had money at your fingertips. Did you really think you would make it?” Y/N flinched, and the hold that Bruce had on him loosened. No longer gripping his shoulders as if Y/N would run, but now in a comforting manner.

Bruce nuzzled Y/N’s hair, in a mocking sense of comfort, and he took a deep inhale, “I don’t mean to undermine you, Y/N. However, we do worry.

“If you were like us, the worry would lessen.” Y/N tensed, and Bruce pulled back to make eye contact with him again. He smiled down at his child, fangs protruding as he did so, “You could go anywhere, and we would fear little.”

“But I would still need someone with me.”

“Of course, you’d be a young vampire. New to the world and its wonders, it would be cruel to just let you go alone into this world.” Which isn’t what Y/N wants. He wants to see the world on his own, as a human.

At least one trip.

“The answer is no Y/N.” Bruce sighed heavily, and he gently pecked Y/N’s temple, “We will not be barbaric about it.” Long gone are the days when biting a future vampire was the only way to turn them. Too many deaths happened like that, due to the fangs becoming even longer to ensure the venom gets into the blood and accidentally nicking an artery or vein.

Injecting venom through the bite to course through the bloodstream was the new way.

Unfortunately the symptoms are longer and a bit harsher.

“Please, Bruce.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” His world faded to black and the last thing he saw were blue eyes now turning red.

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He woke up to his body feeling as though he’s on fire. Rolling off the bed, he cried out as the freezing floor met his burning skin harshly. The coldness overriding the pain only momentarily, and acting as a sweet release, only for it all to come back. Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream, and his throat burned with an intensity he has never felt before.

He reached forward, for what he’s not sure, but through the haze of his mind he could see that the nails on his fingers were longer, and the floor under them had cracked. His vision remained blurred with tinges of red around the edges. Panic rose in his chest, and Y/N wondered if this was all part of the process. Was this pain meant to strip his humanity so when the hunger kicks in, it would be all he is focused on?

A scream broke free as another wave of pain coursed through him. His body felt even more feverish and sluggish, and his teeth were aching in a way that had him reaching towards his mouth in an attempt to remove the source of pain.

“Let's not do that.” Another hand grabbed his wrist, and Y/N spasmed under the cool touch. Another hand reached down and gently picked him up, and held him tightly when he began to thrash around. Y/N did not want to be in this person’s hold, and they were taking away the coolness of the floor.

The grip tightened, and when he was back on the scratchy sheets from earlier, Y/N let out a pitiful whimper. Each strand felt like small pins digging into his skin, and the smell caused his nose to wrinkle and feel like someone was swab as far back as they could.

“Shh, I know Y/N. It’ll be over soon.” Something was presented in front of him, and the horrid smell from the sheets was replaced by the smell of something pleasant. It could be compared to smelling flowers for the first time, or Alfred’s baked goods. It smelt of something that promised only happiness, and the ache in his mouth only intensified. He had no control over his body as he lunged forward, and teeth punctured a thin film and that warmness burst past his lips and soothed his throat.

Comparable to cold water on a hot day, relief flooded through his body. The feverish ache was gone, and his vision began clearing once more. There were fingers running through his hair, and they scratched his scalp lovingly.

“Good job Y/N.” Dick. It’s Dick’s voice. Y/N’s mind cleared, and looking down his nose he could see the red that decorated the white sheets. He knew what was in his mouth, however, he couldn’t bring himself to stop gulping. Tears raced down his cheeks and the feeling of contentment forcefully burrowed itself in his chest.

“Good job.”

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onehundredthousandflies · 2 days ago

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(De)Compression

Spencer x gn!autistic!Reader (use of y/n)

Words: 2,080

Summary: Spencer comes home from work find gn!autistic!Reader going through an overstimulation meltdown from a difficult day at your own job. With an abundance of patience and love, he helps you calm down.... by laying on top of you.

CW: unspecified timeline, no series spoilers, Reader is not described other than having hair, Vague mentions of sex, nonsexual intimacy, Reader has an autistic meltdown and temporarily goes nonverbal, Spencer redirects Reader's potentially self-harming stim, Spencer uses body contact preasure therapy on Reader

Not all autistic people are going to relate to this. Not all autistic people have nonverbal episodes, have meltdowns in this manner, or stim this way. I do, though. This is the most self-indulgent fic to have ever self indulged. Reader is me, and I want Spencer to squish the anxiety out of me with his body.

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The red Persian rug in Spencer's apartment had probably been through a lot. With the way you paced erratically up and down your boyfriend's living room, however, you were certainly putting its durability to the test. His downstairs neighbors were probably concerned if, of course, they could hear your distressed hums and the sound of your hands repeatedly slapping against your thighs as you stomped across the floor. The fact that you were probably leaving bruises on yourself was the farthest thing from your mind.

You looked at the clock on the wall. 5:15.

Please come home, Spencer was all you could manage to think at the moment. When you'd first gotten off of work, your only wish was to be alone in silence, away from the stresses of the overwhelming sights and sounds of your job. But now, every moment you were left with your own thoughts was a moment that made your nerves hum and tingle even more loudly than the moment before.

You looked at the clock again, feeling as though it must have been at least half an hour since you last checked the time.

5:20

You groaned loudly and started scratching the back of your neck, but stopped when you remembered the pained look on Spencer's face last time he’d seen the angry red marks left from the last time you engaged in that particular stimming behavior. You opted instead to flap your hands beside your head, occasionally running your hand across your face as you continued to pace back and forth.

You knew he would be home soon. After a string of particularly grueling cases, Spencer's unit had been promised by the section chief that they would have the rest of the regular business week to stay at the BAU and catch up on reports. But your mind had a tendency to catastrophize against your will, especially on days like today where the very existence of the universe overwhelmed your every sense.

What if he'd been called away to some city across the country? What if it was another bad case like the last one, where it had taken them an entire week to hunt down a religious fanatic serial arsonist? What if he got hurt or held hostage or abducted again? What if...

You froze when you heard familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping just outside the door. You heard keys jingling and Spencer muttering something to himself. You couldn't make out the words, but something about his tone seemed off in a way you couldn't discern.

Was he tired? Was he frustrated? Would he be upset when he walked throughout the door to find you having a meltdown in his living room when all he probably wanted to do after coming home from a long day was relax?

The thought of Spencer, your sweet, brave, caring, strong, gentle, handsome Spencer being even the slightest bit unhappy with you made your stomach feel like it was falling through the void. Your hand waiving intensified, and your distressed hums grew louder.

As soon as you saw him, though, his face softened from whatever scowl he'd had before coming inside. Still, you trembled slightly until he smiled softly.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted while taking off his jacket and satchel bag to hang them on the coatrack by the door. "Are you okay?"

You rapidly shook your head, and your hand waiving switched to slapping the front of your shoulders in a way you were only vaguely aware was painful.

"No," Spencer's voice was gentle but firm, "Y/N, stop." He slowly moved your hands away from your body, allowing you to continue to waive them while still holding them. "You can wave your hands all you need to, but I cannot let you hit yourself."

Eventually, your movements slowed enough that he felt safe releasing your hands, but as soon as he did, your fingers itched from the inside for something tactile. You needed to touch something, preferably Spencer.

Typically during periods of overstimulation like this, physical touch was off limits; it felt like bugs crawling across your skin, the effects of which could linger for hours and make you shudder whenever you thought about it. But with Spencer, it was different. Not only did his touch make you feel safe and grounded, but he knew how to touch you in ways that didn't trigger every emergency alert signal in your nervous system.

You stepped towards him, hands still moving in the air between you, and started softly patting his chest with open palms.

He laughed, but not at you. It was a warm, welcoming laugh that soothed both your heart and your nerves like sinking into a warm bath.

"What do you need right now, Sweetheart?"

You knew exactly what you needed, but looking for the words and making your voice say them was like playing scrabble and being one letter short of the word you wanted to spell. So instead of answering verbally, you silently butted your head against Spencer's shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and squeezed.

Spencer squeezed back, not too tightly at first, just testing your tolerance level. To encourage him, you squeezed tighter, and he responded in kind.

"Is this what you need?" He asked. "Or do you need full preasure?"

Still unable to manage a verbal response, you released your hold around him. You took him by the hand and practically dragged him towards the bedroom.

"Okay," he said, any you could hear the smile in his voice.

Once in the bedroom, you gracelessly flopped onto the bed and laid on your back. You watched Spencer take off his tie and kick off his shoes, all the while smiling sweetly down at you.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

You nodded in response. Eager for the weight of his body on yours, you held out your arms and made grabbed at the empty air.

Spencer understood the message and climbed into bed. He kept his weight off of you at first, hovering over you with his knees between your parted legs and his hands beside your shoulders.

You giggled at the thought of how intimate this position was, despite the fact that this particular form of intimacy had nothing to do with sex. Sure, you both enjoyed that aspect of your relationship, but the ritual happening now was far more intimate than that.

"Happy?" He kept his questions short and pointed: easier for you to process and respond to.

You nodded "yes."

"What do you do if you want me off?"

You reached up and gave his unruly chestnut hair a gentle tug.

Satisfied that the safe signal had been established, he slowly and carefully lowered himself down until the full weight of his body pressed you down into the soft mattress below you. He firmly pinned your arms to the side with his and turned his head away from you, knowing that his breath on your neck could be uncomfortable.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the familiar comforting scent of the man pressed into to, mentally breaking down each note. Sandalwood essential oil from his homemade laundry detergent, rosemary and lavender from his organic deodorant, the chemically artificial citrus from the airfreshener at the BAU, printer paper, oversweetened coffee, and something underneath it all that was uniquely and naturally Spencer. Then, as you breathed out, your breath carried with it all the tension and pent-up nervous energy of the day.

The steady rhythm of Spencer's heartbeat calmed your own, and your breathing synced up with his. You inhaled as he exhaled and vice versa, all the while the warmth and weight of his body grounded your mind into a calm and steady hum as opposed to the cacophony of tangled thoughts it had been before Spencer got home.

Comfortable as you were, eventually your chest began to ache and your arms began to feel stiff. You wriggled one arm out from under Spencer and tugged at his hair.

Silently and without hesitation, he eased himself off of you and settled onto his side facing you.

"Everything okay?"

You nodded and decided to at least try to speak. "M'okay," You managed to mumble. "That was nice."

"Good," he said and sat up on the edge of the bed. "When was the last time you drank water?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but quickly closed it again because you honestly couldn't remember. On your lunch break, maybe? You didn't know, but now that Spencer had mentioned it, you did feel quite thirsty.

Spencer teasingly rolled his eyes. "I'll go get you some. Do you want ice?"

You shook your head and watched him leave the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

With Spencer out of the room, you instantly felt restless again. Needing something to occupy you, you got up and picked up Spencer's disguarded tie, royal purple with lavender pinstripes, from the top of the dresser where he'd left it. You hung it up on the proper tie hanger in the closet, making sure it went with the other purple ones. You let your fingers linger on the fabric, enjoying the cool, smooth sensation of the silk against your skin.

You got so fixated on the fabric texture that you almost didn't notice Spencer returning with a glass of water.

You smiled as he handed it to you, and you drank nearly half of it before stopping.

"You know," Spencer said, taking the cup and setting it down on the end table on your side of the bed, "dehydration can lead to irritability, fatigue, emotional disregulation, and impaired cognitive functions such as concentration and working memory. Sensory overstimulation already causes these problems in people with autism, which means when you don't drink enough water, you're only compounding the issue."

You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck, wincing slightly as you agitated the scratch you'd made there earlier. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm not upset," he assured you, and kissed your forehead. "I know it's not always something you can control. For now, why don't you lay back down? I'll join you in a minute and we can rest for a while before we start on dinner, okay?"

Once again, you only nodded. Words were still difficult, and he seemed to understand.

He undressed down to his dark blue boxer-briefs while you got comfortable in bed.

"So what was the trigger today?" He asked as he pulled a tshirt and pair of plaid pajama pants from the dresser drawers.

You groaned into the pillow at the memory. "One of my coworkers touched my arm which already had me on edge. Then there was a fire alarm test and I guess I must have missed the warning announcement, because I wasn't expecting it. My boss had me finishing a time-sensitive project, so I couldn't take a break to decompress. I had to mask for two whole hours even before the crowded, loud, smelly buss home made it worse."

Spencer listened intently to you account of your day while he dressed. He was now wearing one of your favorites among his science joke tshirts. It had a cartoonish picture of a beaker of water with arms and legs lifting dumbells with the text, "Why did the acidic water get a gym membership? It wanted to be a buffer solution."

"I'm sorry that happened, Sweetheart," he said, climbing into bed next to you. He didn't reach out for you at first. Instead, he waited for you to initiate. You rolled over and curled into him, and only then did he let his arm drape loosely over your waist.

"So what happened at the BAU today?" You asked. "You were grumbling about something when you got home."

Spencer let out an exasperated sigh. "Another team broke protocol during a takedown, which resulted in a hostage being injured. Now everyone's takedown reports dating back for a month are being scrutinized, and several reports from my team had to be re-submitted."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, but I'm not worried about that right now. I just want to lay here with you and relax."

You nuzzled into his chest and again took comfort in the feeling of his heartbeat. "Me too."

The two of you laid there in comfortable silence until you decided to order in instead of cooking. And if you took an accidental nap while waiting for dinner to arrive, Spencer never said so.

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accidentally have 8 pets || ateez || chapter 4

| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: doctors. vets. needles. adoption. a bit cruel. magic starts. abuse to animals. laws. douyin saving the day. TAGLIST: CLOSED

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I stood outside the facility where the husky—Mingi, as the female vet, Minnie, had named him after an idol she adored and Taehyun agreeing that it looks like him—was currently being held. Taehyun had taken charge of my two feline companions for the time being since this facility was on the other side of the city. It was the best of the best, a place that could provide Mingi with the care he needed.

Still, something in my chest felt heavy.

“Are you Taehyun’s girlfriend?” A soft, curious voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Turning, I found a woman standing nearby, a clipboard in one hand and a parrot perched on her left shoulder. She had a gentle smile, her eyes filled with warmth rather than judgment, as if she were simply waiting—patient and understanding.

“Ah—ah, no, ma’am…” I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of how dry it felt. “I’m here for the husky, Mingi. Taehyun spoke to me about his condition.”

She nodded, already seeming to understand. “I see.” Then, offering another kind smile, she gestured for me to follow. “I’m Minnie, by the way. And this little troublemaker here is my right-hand—Mickey.”

At the mention of his name, the bird let out a soft chirp, tilting his head in a way that almost seemed like a greeting. I chuckled lightly despite the nervous energy swirling inside me.

As we stepped inside, the facility came to life around us.

Birds perched inside their cages—doors wide open—fluttered freely around the room, their wings filling the air with soft rustling sounds. Windows and doors remained open, yet not a single bird attempted to leave. Instead, they circled and settled as if they knew this place was home. Dogs ran freely, some playing with each other, others happily interacting with the veterinary staff. The laughter of the doctors and nurses mixed with the barks and chirps, creating a chaotic yet inviting symphony.

It was unlike any clinic I had ever seen. I found myself staring, awestruck, at the controlled chaos around me. The place felt alive, full of warmth.

But then we reached the double doors. Minnie pushed them open, leading me down a quieter hallway. The moment we stepped through, the noises from outside faded, replaced by an eerie silence that made my skin prickle.

The air was different here.

With every step, the heavy quiet pressed down on me, an almost suffocating contrast to the vibrant life we had just left behind. My fingers twitched slightly as unease settled in my chest. The further we walked, the more I could feel it—anxiety rising, a quiet, agonizing weight that made the walls seem narrower than they were.

“We let the animals roam freely during our break so they can stretch,” Minnie explained as we stepped into a quieter section of the facility.

The room was large, similar in design to the open area outside, yet the atmosphere felt different. It wasn’t empty, yet it carried an almost sacred silence. Unlike the lively chaos of the main area, the animals here chose to remain still, quiet—as if bound by something unseen.

“The doors are open here too,” she continued, her voice softer now, “but they choose to stay inside… each for their own reasons.”

We stopped in front of a kennel. At first, it seemed empty. But then my eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting, and I saw him—curled up at the very back, a trembling mass of gray fur pressed against the corner.

Mingi.

I barely moved, yet the slight shift in my stance must have startled him. He curled in tighter, his whole body shaking—not from cold, but from something deeper.

Fear.

Pain.

Memories that refused to let him go.

Minnie sighed beside me, watching him with quiet sorrow. “Mingi has been isolating himself, which is… concerning,” she admitted. “Dogs like him may go through trauma, but even then, they usually respond in some way. But Mingi…” She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. “We keep trying new approaches, but… it’s been difficult. Progress has been slow.”

Something inside me twisted painfully. The sight of him—so small despite his size, so broken despite being alive—made my throat tighten. The weight of his suffering, of everything he must have endured, felt unbearable.

I could feel it in my chest, a familiar ache pressing against my ribs.

Minnie’s voice softened further, a quiet grief lacing her words. “Unlike the other dogs, his trauma runs deeper. His history of being adopted and returned—again and again, treated the same way each time—has worn him down.”

She exhaled slowly, looking at him with a sorrowful gaze.

“When an animal experiences that kind of cycle repeatedly… it doesn’t just hurt them. It breaks something inside them. And for Mingi… I fear that what’s been broken might be hope itself.”

My breath hitched.

Hope.

The very thing that kept creatures like him—like me—going.

And yet, here he was. A living being whose hope had been stripped away, left in an endless loop of disappointment and abandonment. I swallowed hard, my hands clenching at my sides as I took a small step forward, my heart silently reaching out to him.

Mingi flinched. But he didn’t run.

Tears welled at the corners of my eyes as I lowered myself to Mingi’s level, squatting just outside his kennel. My lips wobbled, my fingers tightening around the cold metal bars—only to feel them shift slightly beneath my touch.

The lock was open. I glanced at Minnie, who gave me a small nod of encouragement. “Go ahead,” she urged gently. “Talk to him.”

A shaky breath escaped me as I reached for the latch, my hands trembling slightly. The door creaked softly as it swung open, “Mingi…” My voice was barely above a whisper, raw with emotion. “Hey, baby…”

Nothing. No flicker of recognition. No shift in his breathing. Just the steady rise and fall of his frail body, as if even acknowledging my presence took too much effort. I swallowed hard and glanced at Minnie again. Her eyes held a quiet urgency—hope, even. She wanted me to keep trying, “Hey, baby,” I tried again, my tone softer, gentler. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.”

Still, nothing.

The weight of his silence pressed down on my chest, but I refused to give up. I knew this kind of pain—the kind that made you retreat so far inside yourself that even kindness felt unreachable. But Mingi wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

I steadied my breath and leaned in just a little closer.

“Would you like to meet my two cats?” No reaction. Not a single twitch of his ears, not even the subtlest shift in his eyes. But I wasn’t leaving. Unlike us, animals don’t know how to process their pain. They don’t understand why they’ve been abandoned, why love was given and then taken away.

They only feel the loss. And if Mingi had no way of fighting through his darkness…

Then I’d fight for him.

“Wooyoung is my first cat,” I began softly. “He was alone, too. He’s scared of the dark and absolutely hates it when I sing.” Mingi’s trembling didn’t stop, but there was the smallest pause in his breathing—just for a second. It was barely noticeable, but I caught it.

Encouraged, I continued, “Hongjoong is my second cat. I found him when he had nowhere to go. He loves dressing me up and gets so annoyed when I wear mismatched socks.” A small chuckle escaped me at the thought, though my gaze remained steady on Mingi.

“Do you know what I love about the two of them?” My voice wavered, but I pushed forward, feeling the weight of my own words settle deep in my chest. “They gave themselves a second chance. Even when everything felt too dark, they never stopped trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel.”

I inhaled slowly, “You’re almost there, Mingi,” I whispered. “It’s never too late to take a step forward.” Silence. And then, for the first time since I arrived, Mingi lifted his head.

My breath hitched as he adjusted his posture, his frail body shifting beneath the weight of his own hesitation. He was thin—far too thin—and his once-lustrous fur was dull and rough. But his eyes… they held something now. Something fragile, but present.

A spark. I smiled, warmth filling the cracks of my aching heart, “Hey, Mingi,” I murmured, voice light with hope. “Do you want some biscuits?”

It took minutes—agonizingly slow minutes—but then, with a shaky inhale, Mingi moved. Wobbly, unsteady, each step uncertain.

And then—he collapsed onto my lap.

My breath hitched, eyes wide in disbelief. A single tear slipped down my cheek, but a soft, airy chuckle escaped me. My hand moved on its own, fingers threading gently through his rough fur, offering the comfort he had long been deprived of, “That’s a good boy, Mingi,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady.

A quiet, choked sound came from beside me, “… Wow.” I had almost forgotten about the nurse. When I glanced up, she was sitting on the floor, her eyes red-rimmed, her expression somewhere between awe and overwhelming relief.

I let out a breathy chuckle. “I—I’m sorry for that.”

She shook her head, an emotional smile gracing her lips. “No, don’t be. We never lost hope for Mingi, but we knew it would take something—someone—to bring him back.” She exhaled softly, watching the husky nestled against me. “And we’re so grateful that it was you.”

My heart swelled, the weight of the moment settling deep in my chest. I looked down at Mingi, unsure if he had drifted into sleep or if he was simply seeking warmth—seeking comfort. Either way, it didn’t matter. Because for the first time in a long time, neither of us felt alone.

Mingi stayed on my lap for a while, his body still trembling, but less from fear and more from exhaustion. When I gently urged him toward his food bowl, he whimpered softly, hesitant. I didn’t push. Instead, I let him move at his own pace, watching as he sniffed at the food before taking cautious, slow bites.

Bit by bit, he ate. I stayed perfectly still, afraid that even the smallest movement might startle him.

And then—he finished. A wide grin spread across my face as I waited, giving him space to come to me. “That’s my good boy, Mingi! You cleaned your whole bowl!”

What moved me most wasn’t just that he had eaten but the way his tail twitched ever so slightly, his ears lowering at my praise. A small, hesitant reaction—one that spoke volumes, “You deserve a biscuit for being such a good pup for me,” I murmured, reaching for a treat.

The moment I extended my hand, he shrank back, uncertainty flickering in his tired eyes. My heart clenched, but I stayed patient, holding the biscuit steady. Mingi hesitated.Then, little by little, he inched forward, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent—not just of the biscuit but of me.

And then, instead of taking the treat—He licked my fingers. I inhaled sharply, eyes widening as he nudged his snout against my hand, a silent request for something far greater than food.

Trust.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I set the biscuit aside and slowly turned my palm up, letting him sniff, letting him decide. Letting him choose. The moment Mingi nudged his head under my hand, guiding it to rest atop his head, my breath hitched.

“Oh…” I whispered, eyes widening in surprise.

Gingerly, I ran my fingers through his coarse fur, giving him a soft, reassuring pet. His response was immediate—he settled, his body sinking into a more relaxed posture before placing his head in my lap.

A quiet sigh escaped my lips, the weight of the moment settling deep in my chest, “You deserve all the love, baby,” I murmured, my fingers tracing soothing circles against his fur. “You may not understand my words, but I want you to know—you are strong, and I am so proud of you.”

For a long while, I simply sat there, letting the silence wrap around us like a warm embrace. There was no doubt in my heart—this husky wouldn’t have to wait for a new home in a few months. Because I was already here. And I would love him just as fiercely as my two felines would.

“Adopt him. Now.” I barely had time to greet Douyin before he blurted out his demand. His urgency made me chuckle as I glanced down at the adoption papers laid out before me.

“I already am,” I replied, signing my name before stamping it with my personal seal. Mingi sat patiently to the side, his neck still bare—no collar, as the wounds around it were still healing. But he didn’t need one. He was disciplined, and more than that, he was safe now.

After thanking Minnie—the vet Taehyun had spoken so highly of—I stepped outside, Mingi trailing close behind.

“No need to tell me twice, Do. He’s coming home tonight.”

A triumphant cheer rang from the other end of the call, making me laugh. I glanced down at Mingi, who stayed glued to my side as we maneuvered through the bustling sidewalk. His ears flicked at every passing step, his body tense with unease. Without a second thought, I placed a steadying hand on his head, gently reassuring him.

Unlocking the car, I opened the back door and gestured for him to hop in. But instead of climbing inside, Mingi hesitated, his whimper barely audible over the city noise. He shuffled behind me, pressing his body close.

I sighed, a small smile tugging at my lips, “Looks like I’ll need a little help getting him home tonight.”

“He won’t jump in your car?” I hummed in response, watching Mingi carefully. I remained patient, giving him time to adjust. Slowly, he leaned forward, sniffing the seat before—much to my surprise—climbing in on his own. He settled onto the backseat, sitting stiffly but without hesitation.

My mouth hung open. “Well… he climbed in.”

“Either he really trusts you, or it’s that tattoo on your wrist.” Confused, I glanced down—and immediately yelped in shock. An hourglass-like symbol, eerily similar to a loading icon from a computer screen, was now etched onto my skin.

“You gotta see this…” I murmured, my pulse quickening, “Noona… are you cursed?”

I stuttered. “Heh?”

“I mean… Look, I was looking for that in the library the other day, flipping through books on weird ancient symbols that might match whatever’s on your wrist—”

“Wait, wait—Why are you even looking this up? Aren’t you supposed to be in school? Hold on…” I shifted onto one hip, pursing my lips as realization hit me, remembering something big to me. “Prosecutor, huh? When were you gonna tell me that YOU were a PROSECUTOR this whole time? School? Were you in class or in a court trial? Because right now, I’m confused and offended—”

A static and panic sound can be heard at the other side of the phone, “Noona, please calm down! I’ll explain everything when you get home. But seriously, Wooyoung and Hongjoong won’t stop meowing at the door! We’re gonna get noise complaints if you don’t hurry up!” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“Fine, fine. I’m on my way.” Glancing at Mingi, who was curled up on the seat, his body finally at ease, I felt a strange sense of comfort. Whatever was happening, whatever this weird symbol meant, I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

And somehow, I was okay with that.

What troubled me the most wasn’t just Mingi’s hesitation—it was the way he whimpered and cowered backward as we neared my apartment door— At first, I didn’t understand. It only truly hit me when we reached my floor, and he outright refused to move— just across mine is the man’s old apartment. Apparently, he got evicted because he didn't pay rent for almost 3 months now. Additionally to his problems, he was sentenced to jail for 6 months to 2 years.

I sigh softly as I look at Mingi. His ears flattened, tail tucked between his legs, body sinking lower to the floor like he wanted to disappear. I sighed, pulling out my phone. “Douyin, I need you to open the door please.”

Within seconds, Douyin was already standing in the doorway, his expression shifting from confusion to realization as he took in the scene. Wooyoung and Hongjoong sat beside him, tails swishing curiously as they watched the whole thing unfold.

Mingi let out a low whimper and lay down on his stomach, pressing himself against the cold floor. My heart clenched, “It reminds him too much of that bastard’s room…” Douyin muttered darkly.

I shot him a look, silently warning him to watch his language, before sighing sharply. “We won’t be able to convince him with treats or anything.” Douyin nodded in agreement, but then something in his expression shifted, like a lightbulb flicking on in his head. Without another word, he rushed inside.

I frowned. “Douyin?”

He returned moments later, gripping a blanket in his hands.

“Noona, I’ll cover this part and try to urge him inside.” With that, he extended the blanket like a makeshift curtain, shielding the door and half of the hallway, leaving only the warm, inviting light of our apartment visible.

I crouched down beside Mingi, running a soothing hand over his head. “See, baby? It’s safe.” His nose twitched as he cautiously lifted his head, eyes flickering between the dimly lit corridor and the bright, open space beyond the blanket. This was going to take patience, but if it meant helping Mingi take that first step toward healing, then I was willing to wait as long as it took.

I smiled softly, my gaze dropping to Mingi. To my surprise, Wooyoung and Hongjoong were already nudging their heads against him, their small bodies weaving around his legs like gentle whispers of reassurance.

My heart swelled. “Come on, baby, it’s okay.” Little by little, the two felines swerved beneath him, encouraging him to move forward. Mingi hesitated, his large paws pressing into the floor as if the weight of his fears held him back, but with their guidance—and my quiet support—he finally took those steps inside.

The moment we crossed the threshold, Douyin stepped in behind us, immediately draping the blanket over my head before scurrying past me toward Mingi, “Finally! A dog!” he declared, pure excitement in his voice.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled the blanket off and neatly folded it before placing it on the sofa. I barely had time to settle before two familiar heads nudged at my hands, “Hello~” I cooed, scratching under their chins. “Have you guys been naughty to Douyin while I was gone?”

The only response was a pair of playful meows before the two perched themselves on the back of the sofa, their tails flicking lazily. Mingi padded toward me, his eyes holding a quiet trust that made my chest ache. Without hesitation, he lowered his head onto my lap, exhaling softly. I ran my fingers through his fur, smoothing down the rough patches. “Hey, baby, are you hungry?”

Before he could respond in his own way, Douyin flopped down onto the floor beside Mingi, his face twisting into a pout. “Aww, why does he like you more?”

I let out a small sigh, already recognizing the problem. Meeting Douyin’s gaze, I spoke gently but firmly. “It’s because men are what he’s still traumatized about. He’s also not used to having a woman around him—much less one who actually cares for him. Just bear with him, Do.”

Douyin’s expression shifted from playful annoyance to quiet understanding. He nodded, his gaze softening as he observed Mingi. “He must’ve been through hell if even being near a guy is enough to scare him…”

I hummed in agreement, my fingers never stopping their soothing motions over Mingi’s head. “Yeah… but we’ll take it one step at a time.” And in that moment, I promised myself—I would make sure Mingi never had to be afraid again.

Week after week, month after month, Mingi slowly healed—not just physically, but in ways I never imagined. The once fragile husky, hesitant and wary of the world, had transformed into a vibrant soul who embraced the warmth of his new life. His fur, once dull and rough from neglect, now gleamed under the soft glow of our apartment lights, silky and smooth beneath my fingers. The wound around his neck, the painful reminder of his past, had finally closed, leaving behind only faint scars that told a story of survival.

Yet, what Douyin and I hadn’t expected was just how lively Mingi truly was beneath all that past hurt. He was a ball of endless energy, a jolly pup with a heart far bigger than his body could contain. His playful antics outshined even Wooyoung’s, and that was saying something.

I adored the way he would bounce on his paws whenever I stepped through the door after my shift at the café, his excitement practically vibrating off the walls. Sometimes, he would pretend to be a mighty hunter, crouching low before pouncing on my feet like a mischievous pup, tail wagging furiously. Meanwhile, Douyin—drenched from head to toe, thanks to Mingi’s overenthusiastic greeting—could only sigh in defeat.

It amazed me how much he had grown to love Douyin’s presence, something I once thought impossible. Even Taehyun, who frequently stopped by for check-ups since we still have a hard time having Mingi outside our apartment, had earned a spot in Mingi’s heart.

Today was no different. As Taehyun sat comfortably on the couch, he held out a flyer, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. I tilted my head in curiosity, and beside me, Mingi mimicked the action, his ears perked up in confusion.

“A training ground?” I echoed, reaching for the paper.

Taehyun nodded, the corner of his lips twitching at the sight of both me and Mingi reacting the same way. “Yeah, just a few streets down. It’s an open program for all dogs, no matter their background.” My eyes skimmed over the details, noting the program’s emphasis on not just physical training but emotional and mental strengthening.

“This could really help Mingi,” Taehyun continued, his voice gentle but firm. “It’ll build his confidence and independence. You’ve done an amazing job helping him heal, but you don’t want him to become overly dependent on you. Unlike the two felines, he needs to develop trust in himself too.”

I looked up from the flyer, my gaze settling on Mingi, who was already watching me with those soulful eyes, his tongue slightly hanging out. He didn’t understand the conversation, but the trust he had in me was unwavering.

My lips curled into a soft smile. “Okay,” I murmured, giving his head a reassuring pat. “We’ll be there.” And as Mingi leaned into my touch, tail thumping against the floor, I knew this was the next step—not just for him, but for both of us.

If my stunned expression was anything to go by, I could only imagine what Mingi’s face looked like. And oh, how I wished I had my phone ready to record it.

Our gazes were locked onto the chaos in front of us—the training ground was alive with dogs zipping through obstacle courses like lightning bolts. Some leaped effortlessly over towering hoops, others raced up and down ramps with thrilling speed, and a few even rang the towering bells perched high on the boards—so high that even a human would struggle to reach. And yet, here were these dogs, defying limits and expectations.

Mingi, on the other hand, stood frozen beside me, his mouth slightly agape, his ears flicking in bewilderment. If a dog could have a "shocked beyond belief" expression, he was wearing it perfectly.

Clearing my throat, I turned to Taehyun, trying to ignore my own second hand nerves. “Uh… is there something we should know first before we start?”

Taehyun nodded, his professional demeanor slipping back into place as he strode toward one of the trainers. He returned moments later with a sleek, muscular Doberman at his side. The moment Mingi caught sight of the intimidating dog, he immediately cowered, ears flattening as he instinctively backed up against my legs.

Taehyun glanced at me apologetically, a small crease forming between his brows. “As much as I want to stay and guide you two, I’ve got a surgery back at the clinic that I can’t delay.”

I offered him a small, reassuring smile, gently patting his arm. “It’s okay, don’t be late, Doc.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your nicknames.” Still, he gave me a brief, warm hug before turning to the trainer and giving him a formal goodbye. “I’ll leave them in your hands, Bangchan.”

With that, he waved one last time before disappearing through the exit.

I turned back to the trainer, who had an easygoing smile on his lips as he extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chris, but just call me Bangchan. And here is my buddy, Yeo.” He gestured to the Doberman, who, as if understanding he was being introduced, lifted his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Mingi, however, nearly jumped out of his skin at the simple movement. Despite him being close with Douyin but with other people— most especially strangers who are men—- were still not in his cup of tea.

Bangchan noticed immediately, his sharp eyes softening with understanding. Without hesitation, he crouched down to Mingi’s level, making himself less intimidating as he kept his movements slow and non-threatening. Mingi’s paws shifted nervously against the dirt, his tail tucked tightly between his legs.

“It’s okay, bud,” Bangchan spoke in a gentle, reassuring tone, his eyes kind. “No one’s gonna hurt you here.” I swallowed, watching the small yet significant moment unfold. This was going to be a big step for Mingi. But as I knelt beside him, stroking his fur in quiet encouragement, “You’re okay, baby.”

"Hey there, bud, it’s okay." Bangchan’s voice was soft, reassuring. He gestured toward the Doberman beside him. "Yeo’s a gentle pup, just like you. You two are probably around the same dog age."

From his pocket, Bangchan retrieved a small treat and extended it toward Mingi. At first, my husky hesitated, his ears twitching as he eyed the offering with suspicion. But then his nose twitched, drawn to the scent, and with careful movements, he took the treat from Bangchan’s palm before immediately retreating behind me, seeking the comfort of my presence.

I smiled at his cautious but brave attempt, my heart swelling with pride.

Bangchan straightened, watching Mingi thoughtfully. “From the looks of it, we’ll start him off with light playground training for now. It’ll help him adjust to the environment and build self-awareness before we work on his confidence. We don’t want to overwhelm him just yet.”

I nodded, glancing at Yeo, the imposing yet graceful Doberman standing by Bangchan’s side. His sleek, dark coat gleamed under the overhead lights, his posture poised and strong. But what caught my attention was the subtle twitch of his nose as he turned his head toward me.

I stilled as Yeo stepped forward, closing the space between us with measured, deliberate movements.

Then, to my surprise, he nudged my wrist—right where my tattoo was.

I instinctively let him sniff my palm, my fingers barely moving as they hovered over his head. Something about the moment made my pulse slow, as if time had briefly paused. And then, as if following some unseen instinct, I let my hand gently settle on his head.

A strange sensation traveled up my arm—not excitement, not fear, but something else. Something deeper. A connection. Yeo's posture shifted, his frame relaxing in a way that felt... familiar. As though he had found something he wasn’t expecting—something even more comforting than the treats Bangchan had in his pocket.

My eyes traced over his features, taking in the rich brown of his gaze and the sharp lines of his face. It was then that I noticed the red patch near his left eye. I frowned slightly, curiosity bubbling inside me. I ran my fingers through his silk-like fur, my mind swirling with questions, but before I could speak, Yeo pressed his head closer into my touch.

And that was when a low, warning growl rumbled from behind me.

I turned to see Mingi, his posture still somewhat timid, but his stance firm, his tail raised slightly in agitation. His body language was clear—he wasn’t a fan of whatever was happening between me and Yeo, “Hey hey baby, it’s okay.”

Yeo moved back towards his trainer, Bangchan let out a quiet hum, his expression unreadable, "That’s... surprising."

I blinked, looking up at him. "What do you mean?" He stroked Yeo’s snout gently before giving the Doberman’s nose a small, affectionate bop. Yeo barely reacted, still staring at me with that same quiet intensity.

"Yeo rarely interacts with people," Bangchan finally said, nodding for me to follow him as he led us toward another section of the training grounds. I walked beside him, Mingi staying close to my side. Bangchan continued, his voice calm but laced with something heavier—something sorrowful.

"After he was intentionally left behind in a burning house by his owner, he stopped trusting people. He won’t go near kitchens or anywhere with fire. No matter how much I tried, he never let anyone get this close to him."

My steps faltered slightly as the weight of his words sank in. Yeo had suffered. And yet, here he was, standing next to me—choosing to trust me. I looked down at him again, and for the first time, I truly saw him. Not as just another well-trained dog, not as a mere companion to Bangchan, but as something more.

A survivor.

My mouth fell open as I stared at the Doberman in front of me. Yeo, the dog who supposedly never trusted humans, was standing by my side as if he had known me all his life. Mingi, after his brief display of irritation, softened. His ears twitched, and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned his head slightly toward Yeo as we walked. A silent gesture of empathy.

A small, proud smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers through Mingi’s soft fur, feeling the warmth of his unspoken understanding. When we finally reached the facility, I was taken aback.

It wasn’t just a training center—it was a playground. Bright, lively, and filled with various obstacles meant for agility and confidence training. I glanced at Mingi, noting how his ears perked up with curiosity. His tail waved excitedly from side to side, his previous nervousness replaced by pure enthusiasm.

I chuckled and crouched down beside him. “Do you wanna play, baby?”

It was like talking to a child, and the way Mingi’s eyes sparkled with joy was answer enough. The moment Bangchan gave the go-ahead, Mingi bolted toward the playground, zooming through the space like he had just been given a second wind.

Bangchan crossed his arms, watching the energetic husky with amusement. “Well… looks like he loves indoor games.” I hummed in agreement, my gaze following Mingi as he bounded around with boundless energy.

But a small worry gnawed at me. “Will he be able to overcome them?” I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. Bangchan, however, responded without hesitation. “Of course, he will. You just have to believe in yourself and in Mingi. Your connection with him is what strengthens his soul.”

I turned to him, slightly intrigued by the certainty in his voice. “You sound like someone who’s experienced this before.” He chuckled, patting Yeo’s side before the Doberman suddenly ran off to join Mingi. The two dogs hesitated only for a second before naturally falling into a playful rhythm—chasing, teasing, and testing each other’s speed.

Bangchan watched them fondly before shifting his attention back to me, “Believe it or not, I’ve been having the strangest experiences with animals lately.”

That piqued my curiosity. I leaned in slightly, sensing there was more to his words. Noticing my intrigue, he smirked and leaned closer as well, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret, “It started with a tuxedo cat. And trust me, I was never a cat person. But the moment I took care of that little guy, something just… clicked. Like, even though I had no idea what I was doing, it didn’t matter. I loved that cat anyway.”

I hummed, noticing a pattern, “And then,” he continued, his eyes flickering with amusement, “I met this fox.”

I blinked. “A fox?”

Bangchan nodded. “Don’t get me wrong—my family owns a cabin near the mountains, so I knew I’d run into wildlife sooner or later. But I wasn’t expecting to actually take care of one.” His words settled in my mind, stirring something deep inside me. Because lately… I had been experiencing something eerily similar.

I bit my lip, nerves twisting in my stomach as I debated whether to open up. But if Bangchan had experienced something similar, maybe talking about it would help me make sense of this strange situation.

With a small breath, I adjusted my wristwatch and held out my arm, revealing the tattoo on my wrist. Bangchan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw it. “That’s an amazing tattoo. Is it finished?”

I shook my head. “Believe it or not, I never planned on getting a tattoo. But this… it just appeared when I first adopted Mingi—or maybe even before that.” His eyebrows shot up, his entire posture shifting as he turned to face me completely. Resting his arms on the railing, he studied me carefully. “Wait, hold on. It just appeared?”

I nodded, lowering my gaze. “I know it sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it. And honestly… I’ve been struggling to accept this whole situation.” Bangchan was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then, with a sharp exhale, he reached up and undid two buttons of his shirt.

My eyes widened, and I quickly looked away. Bangchan chuckled, clearing his throat to get my attention back. “Relax, I’m not stripping,” he teased.

Slowly, I turned back to him—only for my breath to hitch when I saw what he was showing me. On his back, slightly obscured by his shirt, was an incomplete flower, its petals frozen mid-bloom.

Without thinking, my fingers reached out, tracing the delicate lines. The sensation sent a strange tingle up my arm, the same one I’d felt when Yeo first nudged my tattoo.

Bangchan let me observe it for a moment before he pulled his shirt back on. “I almost gave my parents a heart attack when this showed up during my sister’s pool party,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But yeah, it started when I found this baby chick near my home.”

Something clicked in my mind. He said this was his third animal. Just like me.

I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think…?”

Bangchan met my gaze, and the look in his eyes told me we were thinking the exact same thing.

This was more than just coincidence.The tattoos, the animals—everything felt like part of something bigger. As we turned our attention back to the two pups playing together, something deep inside me stirred. Maybe these encounters weren’t just random.

Maybe they were meant to happen. Maybe… this was a quest. Not just to find them—but because they were destined to find me.

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⋇⊶⊰Fluffbruary Day 22: Proposal w/Hitoshi Shinsou⊱⊷⋇

Word count: 1096,gender-neutral reader

It was a slow, lazy day. The sound of rain pattering against the window and filling the comfortable silence in the room. His eyes were fixed on the screen of the TV, not paying attention to anything but the movie. The hand wrapped around you, however, wasn’t so focused. He was running his fingers along your skin, tracing patterns and playing with your hand.

He felt your body cuddle into him deeper, chuckling lowly. He didn’t say anything, but his expression softened a bit. There was something… Different about today. He was acting gentler. More affectionate. He was almost too calm.

He shifted his body so that you were in his lap, both of his arms wrapped around your waist. His breathing was steady and quiet, and his expression was almost… Melancholy.

Hitoshi looked down at you in his lap, gently rubbing his finger against your waist. The ring box was burning like a heavy weight in his pocket. He’d been planning it for weeks, but was this really the moment? Would it be right now? How would you even react?

Hitoshi’s eyes slowly roamed over you, taking in your form. You were so... perfect. Your eyes, your hair, your body, your hands, your everything. His eyes were clouded by an emotion he couldn’t completely understand as he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. His breathing had picked up just slightly, his body tensing. It was the right time. He knew it was the right time.

He inhaled slowly, trying to calm his quickly beating heart before he spoke up. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper “y/n?”

As you turned to face him, he could feel his heart skip a beat, not knowing if it's from the look you’re giving him or the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach. “Hm?”

For a moment, his gaze locked onto your eyes. Soft, loving, slightly nervous. Then his eyes drifted down to your lips before returning to your eyes. He held back the words he was wanting to say back behind his teeth as he looked at you for another minute before speaking.

“Just… Thinking...”

"Haha well that's never good” you playfully chide

He tried to make a joke to hide his growing anxiety, but he couldn’t find it in him. He almost just blurted it out then and there, but he held back. He was too damn nervous. Why was he nervous? It’s not like you’d say no — Right? He was trying to ignore the voice in his head.

“Hey love” He moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, his thumb running gently over your skin. “There’s something I need to ask of you.”

“Yeah sure, what's up?”

He needed to say it. Get it out. No backing out now. He took another deep breath, his voice still quiet and soft. “Just…” He began, but the words got stuck in his throat. How the hell was he going to say it…? “…I love you. You know that, right?”

Your expression softens softly at the admission, “Aw yeah 'toshi of course I do. I love you too”

He smiled softly, his expression softening more. He exhaled softly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss against your palm.

“I meant that I love you with every single fiber of my being. Every little piece of me. And I can’t imagine me without you in my life. I can’t…”

“Shin, where is this coming from...?” you chuckle nervously at his weird confession in the evening of your shared apartment.

His expression wavers between nervous and soft, but he still has a firm grip on your hand. He gently squeezes it, his eyes not leaving yours. “I just… I had a realization, that’s all…” He says, his voice still shaky. He knew he needed to just spit it out. Just get it out there. A small, nervous smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he softly repeated your name.

“Will you,” He began, his voice just loud enough to fill in the silence of the apartment. “-Will you marry me..?”

You watch as he pulls out the small round box, his pale hands obviously shaking. You look between him and it, eyes widening to saucers, "A-are you fuckin' with me Hitoshi...?”

His heart was pounding behind his ribcage, desperate to escape. He took another breath before he spoke, his voice now less shaky but still quiet. “I... I would never joke about this, sweetheart. I’m being completely serious.”

He opened the box carefully, revealing the ring within. It was a simple silver band, a small white glimmering stone at the center. Not too extravagant or expensive, but not cheap either. It was the perfect balance. He looked up at you again as his hand fidgeted with the box, waiting for your response.

Slack jawed, you look down at it before meeting his lilac eyes, nodding after finally reeling your conscious back in. “Yes 'Toshi!”

He wrapped his arms around you in an almost desperate manner, like he was afraid you were going to disappear if he let go. He buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a shaky exhale as a wave of emotion hit him. Relief, happiness, love, affection… so much of it all in one.

After pulling away, he shakily took the ring out of the box, nervously chuckled between the two of you before you cupped his face, bringing him into a feverish kiss. He smiled against your lips, his hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

After a few moments, he finally pulled away, his forehead resting gently against yours. He inhaled slowly, feeling as if he was on top of the world. He looked down at the ring on your finger before looking back up at you. “I’m so glad you said yes…”

You chuckle, wiping your stray tears away with your sweater sleeve “Whaddya think I was gonna say?”

“I had no doubt you’d say yes. Though I’m not gonna lie… I was kinda worried for a minute there.”

You grin stupidly, pulling him in for another kiss before pulling back, your foreheads still together.

His arms kept wrapped around you, one hand on the small of your back, the other gently holding the side of your face. His thumb rubbed gently across your cheek as he looked into your eyes. He’d never felt more in love than he did at this moment, with you in his arms.

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 6 hours ago

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Barnes Bakes Chapter 5

A request that turned into a short story. * mudak: moron or blowhard in Russian

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The next Sunday was the day before Veterans’ Day, so both Bucky and Y/N had Monday off, and they used that to their advantage as they ate the new treat she had made that week, a lemon curd tart, and drank a limoncello to go along with it. The limoncello didn’t do much to Bucky, but after two glasses Y/N was tipsy, which made her a lot more flirty and touchy with him.

“Alright, sweet pea, your turn,” Y/N giggled. “Who is your real life hall pass?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky shook his head, taking the shot in front of him.

“Oh come on!” she whined. “That’s not fair! I’ve been answering every question–”

“No you haven’t,” Bucky laughed. “You wouldn’t say what your craziest sexual experience was!”

“Because you couldn’t handle it,” she said seductively, winking at him. He rolled his eyes at her. “Come on, please?” she begged, leaning over and pushing his metal arm. “Who is it?”

“Y/N–”

“Just say it,” she said.

“No,” he shook his head. Y/N gave him a half-hearted glare, then a mischievous grin grew on her face. “What’s that look?” he asked, frowning at her. Suddenly she pounced on him, straddling his lap as her fingers tickled at his neck. Bucky yelped, toppling out of the chair and onto the floor with her still on top of him.

“Say it!” she squealed as he tried to swipe her hands away. “Say it, sweet pea!”

“Y/N stop, ah!” he laughed, trying to be careful to not hurt her even as his body tensed up from being tickled for the first time in years.

Her hands moved quickly from his neck to his armpits, then down his sides, which made him laugh even harder. “Who knew the White Wolf was so ticklish, huh?” she teased him. “Say it and I’ll stop!”

“Y/N, it’s…oh my god fine! It’s you!” he said, trying to twist away but unable to with her sat so squarely on his core. Her hands froze by his hips, her eyes widening as she looked down at him. Her smile slowly slipped off her face and Bucky tensed up with anxiety. He should have fought her off, made her stop sooner, now he’d ruined things. He bit his lip and shut his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s…it’s okay,” she said quietly. He felt her hands leave him, but she didn’t get up. He slowly opened his eyes to look up at her just as she leaned forward to hover over him and put herself at eye level with him. Her eyes flickered over his face, then she nuzzled his nose. “You want me?” she whispered.

Bucky couldn’t tell what was happening, his own eyes widening at how close she was and how serious she was acting. He slowly nodded, making her smile come back. Her gaze moved to his lips, and she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed her back hesitantly. Alarm bells were going off in his head. You just got out of a relationship a few months ago. You’re gone all of the time for missions. She’s busy with the bakery. You’re neighbors, what if it doesn't work out? She’s friends with your friends now… Then her hands cupped his face gently, she angled her head and deepened the kiss and let out a short, low hum that almost sounded like a whimper, and he was done for.

Fuck it, he thought as he kissed her back firmly, his hands wrapping around her back and holding her close. She let out a surprised sound that he quickly covered with his mouth. He licked at her lips, and she gladly granted him access to her tongue. Her hips pressed harder against his core, and he moaned at the feeling as his cock hardened beneath her, the pressure making his abs tense with anticipation. His hands slipped down her back, squeezing her hips before reaching down and gripping her large ass cheeks that he couldn’t fit in his hands. He kneaded the flesh there then pulled her harder against his groin.

Y/N giggled against his mouth and broke the kiss, sitting up so she sat on his lap again, her hands keeping herself up on his chest. She smirked as she rolled her hips over him, and his eyes rolled back at the way his cock dragged through her slit, even with all the fabric in the way. “You wanna fuck me, sweet pea?” she asked teasingly.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky groaned, his hands pushing her ass to keep moving over him. “Please doll? Can I?”

Her face twisted into a look of pure desire, and she nodded as she scratched down his chest. “Yes,” she breathed.

Bucky didn’t need to hear anything else. He pushed himself up, heaving her up into his arms. She shrieked as he carried her to her room, her arms and legs wrapping around him so she wouldn’t fall. She started kissing and sucking at his neck, making him shudder at how good it felt before he entered her room and quickly laid her on her bed. He pulled away and tugged his shirt off before rucking up her dress. Y/N helped him as she maneuvered her body for him to slip it up and off of her, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He immediately touched her breasts, leaning down and moaning as he kissed, licked and sucked at them, the squishiness and fullness of them making him almost delirious as he shoved them together and stuck his face between them.

“So soft,” he said breathlessly. “Good god, babydoll.”

“Babydoll?” she asked. “I like that.”

He looked up at her and smirked as she watched him suck her nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned as her nipple pebbled under his touch, her hands going back to his hair, keeping him close to her chest. He used his free hand to undo his pants then shove them and his underwear down, kicking them off wildly. Once his cock was free he humped against her still-clothed core, his precum and her arousal making her panties wet. Her hands tugged at his hair, the dull pain making him moan against her chest. “Do we need anything?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N said.

“Thank god,” he grunted before pulling away. His metal fingers slid along the rim of her panties before grasping them tight and ripping them away from her. Y/N gasped and looked at him with an incredulous expression, a wry smile creeping on her lips. Bucky stared at her now naked pussy, already wet and throbbing. “Fuck, babydoll,” he groaned. “Look at this pretty, chubby pussy.” His hands moved to caress her thighs, up over her hips and kneading the rolls on her stomach. “Everything is so soft and curvy.” His hands moved back down as he moved himself backwards until he could lay down and come face to face with her core. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?”

Bucky hoisted her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her thighs down as he leaned in and gave her slit a long, broad lick with his tongue. She gasped and gripped his wrists, her hips already starting to tremble. He took his time kissing, sucking and licking at her, finding her clit and lapping at it slowly, wanting to taste every inch of her and pull her apart. Y/N’s gasps and whimpers egged him on, her legs looping behind his head and holding him tightly between her legs as her hips rut against his face. He sucked on her clit with a loud, slurping sound, his cheeks hollowing as his lips puckered around it completely. She whimpered and then shuddered, her grip on his wrists tightening impressively as she started cumming, painting his mouth and chin with her cum.

He moaned loudly, licking up what he could as his hold on her thighs was sure to leave bruises in the morning. He continued to lick at her, making out with her pussy then focusing on her clit again. “Buck, I, mmh!” she moaned, one of her hands moving down to try and push him away. “I’m so sensitive, please, I can’t!”

“You can,” Bucky said lowly, speaking against her pussy lips. “Give me another one, babydoll. I can’t just have one taste.”

Y/N’s fingers scratched into his hair, her hips trying but failing to twist away from the onslaught of his tongue. He doubled his efforts, pulling himself up so his mouth almost engulfed her slit. His eyes were nearly rolling at the wetness still leaking from her that he would use to lube her clit, then suck it into his mouth again. Her breaths staggered, her stomach flinching and making her body shake as he built the pressure again. Without warning she came again with a scream, even more cum gushing from her. Bucky groaned again as he swallowed what he could catch, his eyes closing as he let himself get lost in the quivering of her thighs against his face and the smell and taste of her cunt.

When he finished he stared at her pussy again for a moment, catching his breath before releasing her legs and pulling himself up to hover over her. Y/N’s head was lolled to the side, her chest heaving heavy breaths as her hand went limp from his hair and fell on the bed next to her. Bucky chuckled at her expression, his metal hand gripping her chin and pulling her face up straight so he could kiss her with her cum all over his mouth. “So sweet,” he murmured against her lips. “Almost as sweet as your treats.”

She giggled, licking at his lips and humming at the taste of herself. “Can I have a taste?” she asked, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Yes please,” Bucky groaned. He pulled away and laid back on the bed next to her as she hoisted herself up then slotted between his legs. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly pumping him as her free hand felt along his chest and down his abs, ogling his body appreciatively before feeling down the “V” of his hips. Her touch was like an electric current, sending tingles down his body as her fingers traversed his skin almost reverently. She leaned down and licked at the head of his cock, and he shivered at the sensation. Her licks became more insistent, then she opened her mouth wide and took him deep in her mouth, her tongue still feeling along the underside of his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. “Fuck! Oh god, babydoll!” he whimpered.

Y/N hummed, the sound vibrating around his cock deliciously. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard as she pulled back up off of him, releasing the tip from her lips with a loud pop. “You’re so yummy, sweet pea,” she complimented him. “Such a pretty cock. Feels so good on my tongue.”

He didn’t get a chance to say anything before she dipped her head back down and took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on him as her one hand held the base of his shaft upright and her other hand moved down to his balls, rolling them in her palm and between her fingers, adding even more intense pleasure to the experience. His eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help but compare this with his last relationship. His ex-girlfriend would barely suck him off, gagged excessively and wouldn’t dare even go near his balls. It was a chore for her. Y/N seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking and licking him languidly then randomly switching it up and loving on the tip of his cock while her hand would twist at the wrist and stroke him perfectly. Her fingers at his balls slightly moved down and rubbed along his perineal area, massaging it while she cupped his balls in her palm. That had never happened before, and he tensed slightly, feeling a weird mix of uncertainty but pleasure from it. Then her fingers reached his asshole, massaging along the rim.

“Y/N, baby, I’ve never, mmmh,” he tried to steady his breathing. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“That’s okay, sweet pea,” Y/N giggled, licking at the slit in the tip of his cock. “Maybe someday.” She moved her fingers away and squeezed his balls as she sucked harshly at the head while her tongue laved at the underside of it.

“Holy shit! Babydoll, I-I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, his hands cupping both sides of her face.

“Do you wanna cum in my mouth?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. “Yes, but…” his gaze met hers and he let out a shuddered breath. She looked so pretty like this, her spit combining with his precum and leaving a thread connected between his cock and her lips, her eyes slightly glossy with how much she had been holding back from gagging on him, and yet she looked so pleased with herself. He smirked. “Maybe someday,” he said.

Y/N smiled knowingly. “Whatever you want, sweet pea,” she said, giving him a few more good strokes before sitting up. “You gonna fuck me?”

He nodded and pulled her back onto the bed, climbing over her once again. He kissed her deeply as he pumped himself a couple of times before lining up with her entrance. He slowly started to push inside, but then she hooked her ankles behind his ass and pulled him all the way into her pussy in one hard thrust. He buckled at the sudden movement, her pussy swallowing him whole. It was overwhelming how good she felt around him, and he tensed every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming too fast. Bucky grunted and nuzzled her face as Y/N let out a high pitched whine. “Babydoll…” he said, his own voice sounding like a deep whine. “What are you tryna do, kill me? Fucking hell.”

“Got me throbbing from how good you ate me out, Bucky, I couldn’t wait anymore,” she said desperately. “You feel so fucking good, sweet pea. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at her in astonishment. She was looking at him like he hung the stars, making it all the more intimate. No one he had ever been with before looked at him like that, worshipped his body like she did, accepted his personally perceived flaws as easily as she did. His metal hand cupped the side of her face gently, and she leaned her face further into it with a soft smile, turning her head and kissing his palm. “My babydoll,” he whispered, his thumb sweeping across her cheekbone. He kissed her again and rolled his hips into her, pulling a low hum from her mouth. “My Y/N.”

Y/N inhaled shakily, nodding against his mouth. “Yours,” she whispered, then nibbled at his lower lip. “My sweet pea.”

Bucky smiled and kissed her again before rolling his hips into her. He set a steady pace at first, adjusting to the feeling of being inside her. He wouldn’t admit it to himself before, but he had woken up from dreams of doing this very thing with her multiple times. He had dreamt of what her kisses tasted like, what her pussy tasted like, how her mouth would feel on his cock, how she would feel with him fucking deep into her, and yet none of those dreams did justice to the real thing. With the sweetest noises falling from her lips egging him on, his cock felt so sensitive after she had nearly made him cum earlier that after a few minutes of thrusting when her pussy contracted around him he whimpered.

“You gonna cum, babydoll?” he whispered in her ear.

“Y-yeah,” she nodded, her voice getting interrupted with the speed and force of his thrusts. Her hand moved from his lower back to in between them, her fingers rubbing at her clit quickly. “Can you fuck me harder, sweet pea? Hard and fast?”

“Jesus,” Bucky huffed. “Yes, ma’am.” She giggled at the nickname and he shifted on his knees to give himself more leverage before he started pounding into her. She gasped, her fingers rubbing and flicking faster on her clit, her other hand scratching down his back, pulling another grunt from his chest. “That’s it, babydoll,” he said, his hands looping over her shoulders from behind to keep her still as he fucked her. “Let me have it. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she said breathlessly, her face pinched into a lustful frown. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Wherever I want?” Bucky chuckled. “Fuck yes. Cum, Y/N…cum!”

She twitched under him, her middle finger flicking her clit fast, then stiffened as she screamed, cumming and gushing on his cock. Her pussy gripped him impossibly tight, and Bucky shuddered above her, holding off his release until the waves of her orgasm lessened. He fucked her through it then sat up and pulled out of her. “Fuck, baby…doll…mmh!” he stroked himself, his breathing getting heavy and faster, then he slapped her clit with his cock and came with a loud groan, the long ropey spurts of cum coating her pussy and up her stomach. “Oh baby,” he moaned when he finally finished. He rubbed the head of his cock on her clit, making her twitch and gasp. “You look so pretty like this. Covered in my cum.” He took her hand and set it on her stomach, then held her wrist to make her fingers run through it.

Y/N hummed as she watched her fingers move through the warm stickiness. “Well now I’ve gotta get cleaned up,” she said as she sighed. “You wanna take a shower?”

Bucky was almost instantly hard again. He smirked at her before getting off the bed then lifting her bridal style. She yelped as he picked her up and walked her over to the bathroom. “Yes ma’am.”

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They fucked over and over again that night until Y/N passed out from exhaustion. Bucky fell asleep and woke up in the same position, wrapped around her body with his face nuzzling her breasts. He looked up at her, smiling at her face being squished against her pillow, her deep breaths fanning along the top of his hair. He couldn’t believe what had happened the night before. It all seemed like a dream. She stirred in her sleep and held him close against her chest, her hand running through his hair. Just as he thought he could go back to sleep for a while longer his heart jumped, and a flare of anxiety felt like ice in his veins. What did this mean? What were they now? Last night had surely ruined their friendship, a friendship that he cherished. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn’t he have said somebody’s else’s name for their little game?

He started to panic and felt the need to get away. He pulled himself away and out of her embrace slowly, trying not to wake her up. He slipped out of the bed and gathered his clothes up, quickly putting them on and silently leaving her bedroom. As he was getting his shoes on and slipping his jacket on her door opened and she walked out in her robe.

“Hey, did you want–” Y/N stopped when she saw what he was doing. Bucky froze. He was sure his guilt and shame shone bright on his face. “Oh, you’re leaving?” she asked. As much as he could tell that she tried not to show it hurt, he could see it did and it made him grimace.

“Uh, yeah, um…” he stuttered. “I…I had a lot of fun last night–”

Y/N’s face hardened, and she crossed her arms in front of herself and leaned her hip against the kitchen counter. She sighed heavily, her jaw ticking in anger as her frown deepened, but it was the fire in her eyes that scared him the most. “So you fuck me, praise me, talk about claiming me, and then try to slip out the next morning and say the classic ‘I had fun last night’ speech to me?” Bucky’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly. He knew he fucked up, but had no way to explain himself. Y/N shook her head disappointedly then closed her eyes. “Get out,” she grumbled.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, walking toward her. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you–”

“I said get out,” she said, more firmly and loudly.

“Babydoll–”

“No!” she yelled, opening her eyes and standing tall, walking up to him. “You don’t get to call me that. You lied. I’m not your babydoll. Fuck off and get out of my house.” He stared at her in shock as she walked around him to the front door and opened it, gesturing for him to leave. “Congratulations on getting what you wanted from me. Now leave!”

Bucky’s heart broke, and the only person he had to blame was himself. He slowly walked to the front door, fighting back his tears as he walked over the threshold. He turned to look at her. “Y/N–”

She gave him a scathing glare and then slammed the door in his face. He stared at the door for a moment, then trudged back into his apartment. He made it to his bedroom before breaking down into sobs. He felt so stupid and unworthy of her. And now because of his own personal issues he had hurt her, losing one of the few bright lights in his life that he had since he’d been freed from the Winter Soldier programming. He cried heavily for what felt like hours. Why couldn’t he have just chilled out? Been honest? Now he’d made it all so dramatic, and Y/N didn’t do drama.

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wrtzia · 1 day ago

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𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝟸

⁻ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ; After a toxic ex tries to get her back, the reader convinces JJ to have a fake relationship, only to keep her ex away for a night. That's what it starts at, for just a night. But then her ex is at every single party, then on social media, and finally it's not fake anymore.

Warning ; mention of abuse, trauma, nightmare

Main masterlist - part 1

Your body was full of bruises, his hand once again meeting your weak body. Your head was buzzing, your vision blurred, your blood straining the brown floor. You couldn’t remember how you ended here, perhaps you once again made him mad, maybe you wore something too revealing. Maybe you hung out too much with your friends, once again going to the beach with the Pogues instead of sticking with him for a dumb meeting.

You begged him to stop, just like almost everyday, tears soaking your bruised cheeks. Your hands were shaking as you tried to get him to stop, as you tried to calm the boy, and tried to stop him from laying hands on you. You knew he wouldn’t stop, the only thing that could save you right now was JJ, no begging, no tears, just your protector.

Every time it would happen, you would hope for him to arrive, to magically know something was wrong and come save you. But it only happened once.

Once, your wish had been fulfilled.

You remembered that day, one of the most brutal. The day JJ saved you. Aaron’s hands were all on you, you swore your arm was broken by how intense the pain was. Every part of you was bleeding, every inch of skin covered in bruises. It ran in your head like an old broken record. The words he said, the hit he gave, and the look on JJ's face when he found me—it was all burned into your memory.

You no longer could stop the tears, you bursted out crying, everything was too much. You were about to beg him to stop, to beg him to let you and JJ go, when you got woken up by a very familiar voice.

“Hey, hey, cupcake, it’s okay, it’s just a bad dream.” Your eyes fluttered open, hand finding your chest just to make sure your head was still beating. Your head turned to the boy beside you, slowly coming back to the real world. The feelings of his hands on you were still way too real, the memories from the beating still hurting.

It took you a few minutes to understand it was just a bad dream. You were safe near JJ, the blond making sure you were okay by gently rubbing your back. The gesture helped you relax, keeping the thoughts away for a bit.

Your shaky hand grabbed his, intertwining your fingers with his. You were too focused on your dream to focus on the boy’s blush, your voice coming out shakily. “Did I wake you up ?”

JJ gave you a reassuring smile, gently brushing you off. “Don’t worry about that.” He gently took you in his arms, imitating the way you would hold him every time he is the one having nightmares, head on his chest and hand in your hair, hoping to provide you comfort like you do for him so often. “You wanna talk about it?”

A little whimper left your lips, your head nuzzling a bit further in his chest, as if to hide yourself. “...I just..” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, suddenly all of the fear came back, exactly like when you used to be in this relationship. You felt like talking would cause him to find you again, to start again. But once again, you had to remind yourself ; it was just the two of you, your best friend and his warm hugs. Nothing could happen to you here.

The soft beating from the boy’s heart under your head reassured you, all your focus shifting on it. The soft ‘thumb, thumb, thumb’ helped to ease your anxiety but didn’t erase it. JJ, knowing you better than you knew yourself, noticed the way your nail was scratching the side of your thumb. The hand that wasn’t messing with your hair found your own, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. He wasn’t about to force you to talk, he would let you take the time to take everything in.

Finding you in such a vulnerable state was rare for him, as you rarely allowed yourself to cry, even more about something you were so responsible for in your eyes. Nonetheless the boy would be there for you, because that’s what best friends do. He owes you for each time that you were there for him, taking care of each of his injuries, all caused by his father. He owes you for every time he woke up in panic, the nightmares making him shaking, and each time you would answer his call, calming him with just a few jokes. The guilt you were feeling didn't have his place in this room, not when JJ was with you.

“..Do you remember.. The night you found out..?”

The question caught him out of guard. If he remembers the way he found you, bloody body and wet cheeks ? The way you snuggled in his arms and refused to let go for hours, refusing to be alone even to pee ? Yes, he remembered. That night was something he could never forget. The traumatized look on your face, every part of your body shaking. For a moment, he even thought you were afraid of him.

There are some looks you can’t forget, the look you had that night was one of them.

When he softly hummed, letting you know he remembered and was listening, you kept going, your incertitude and hesitation clear in your tone of voice. “...I keep seeing it when I’m dreaming..I can’t forget about it, it’s stuck inside of my brain…” He felt the slight change in your body, your tears coming back.

You were struggling to get the words out, your voice coming out in a whisper because of the amount of tears leaving your eyes. “..I just want to forget about it..I don’t want to remember - to live it again and again…I’m sick of that.”

His grip on you grew even tighter, cradling you closer to his chest. He could understand what you were feeling, your thoughts meeting what he himself was thinking about his father, the one supposed to love him more than anyone. “..I get it cupcake, I get it. But you’re strong, yeah ? you’ll get over it, it’s a bad memory, a bad thing that happened. It’s just you and me against the world.”

His warm hand pushed a lock of hair away from your face, looking into your teary eyes. “He will never touch you ever again, he will NEVER get near you. You’re not alone. You never will be ever again.”

You looked at him, your hands coming to rub your wet eyes. You found comfort in his words, your body relaxing ever so slightly. “Promise ?”

JJ gave you a soft smile, his hand rubbing your cheek, using the opportunity to wipe your tears to feel your soft skin. "I promise."

His words were full with sincerity, his eyes showing you how much he loved you, loved the friendship the two of you had. He put a chaste kiss on your cheek before putting your head back on his chest, hugging you close.

"Rest now, cupcake."

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