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kaznejis · 2 years ago

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Love is lost on you- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sam hummed, eyeing you as he nodded slowly, “He’s been to therapy, gone on a date with some girl apparently.”

Your heart stuttered, eyebrows shooting up as you failed to hide your expression from Sam- the shock and subsequent heartbreak present in your features. “Oh,” you spoke slowly, refusing to meet Sam’s eye, “Yeah, well, good for him.”

A/N- I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing! Please feel free to send any requests for Bucky- I have a lot of free time right now. :)

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“Have you seen Bucky recently?”

Your lips twisted at Sam’s question, a lump forming in your throat at the name. Whilst you loved spending time with Sam- breakfasts, jogging together, late night drinks; the topic of your relationship with the Winter Soldier remained a taboo, an unspoken topic that lingered within every etched line of your conversations. You tended to skirt around his questions, opting to forget the time in which Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes had been the pinnacle of a dynamic duo; both inside and outside of the battlefield. Constant speculation surrounding your relationship made you popular within the public eye, even as active fugitives- the perfect, star-studded friends-to-lovers trope, the bad boy and the good girl next door. Natasha had joked about the two of you being a couple- just to appease the general public who had kept up with any of your appearances.

Bucky had laughed in her face, mocking the idea of even being seen with you, ridiculing the idea of recognising what you believed to be true. You had laughed too, as sincerely as you could with the swirl of rejection in the pit of your stomach. You had realised then that despite your prayers, your wishes, you and Bucky Barnes would never be more than friends.

Sam was the only avenger you were constantly in contact with, having both opted to remain in Washington- you would join him in visiting Steve every now and then; now a dwindling old man, a shadow of the former super-soldier you had looked up to. He remembered very little of his time with the Avengers, the wide span of time his life had consisted throughout caused memories to intertwine and muddle together. But he still laughed, still carried that jovial optimism he carried towards life; you could only smile along, holding his hand as he lived out his final days. You envied Steve at times, he had known exactly where he belonged and had taken the chance to go there.

You hadn’t quite worked out your place in the world post-Avengers, post superhero glory.

Maybe that was why you had clung to Sam, meeting with him regularly and joining him on outings to his hometown; he felt the same way. You couldn’t blame him when he gave away the shield- it was too much of a responsibility, a burden to hold for the rest of his life as he would constantly live in Steve’s shadow. You understood, you couldn’t fault him for it- but part of you knew it would have landed in the wrong hands.

“No,” you shook your head, running a finger along the rim of your beer bottle as the new ‘Captain America’ pranced around on the bar’s television above you. “Why, have you?”

Sam hummed, eyeing you as he nodded slowly, “He’s been to therapy, gone on a date with some girl apparently.”

Sam hummed again, a blatant smirk upon his lips as he drank from his beer bottle, “There’s something else.”

“Go on.”

“He’s coming down here, to help confront the flag smashers issue,” his voice faded out as your heart thudded, “And to probably cuss me out for letting the shield go.”

“He’s coming here? Bucky’s coming here?” your voice wobbled slightly, your facade of strength instantly fading at the thought of being in the same room as him, seeing his face, smelling his scent. It was a feeling you’d once been accustomed to, seeing him everyday- sparring with him in the gym, fighting alongside him, collapsing into his arms as the both of you had faded back into existence- gripping the sides of his face, foreheads connected as you’d cried. Your lips had collided on that fateful day, tears mingling together as you’d gripped at each other, holding fistfuls of his long hair in that Wakandan jungle. You had thought that was it, it was finally happening. But then the portals had opened, the fight had ended and the clarity of the situation had become all too real- Tony and Natasha were dead, Steve was no longer the young super-soldier he had been only seconds earlier. Bucky had left then, disappeared without a trace leaving the kiss you had shared merely adding up to the heat of the moment.

It had broken your heart, more so than the day Bucky had laughed at the thought of a relationship. You had finally grasped it, everything you had ever wanted- you were alive, you had won, you had Bucky. But within minutes it was over, rendering you helpless, empty, alone. You had been left with nothing post-blip, no family to return to, no home to return to. You joined the billions that simply rode the wave of life, unable to return to their previous selves; unable to gain back the years upon years lost to Thanos.

Sam had continued to eye you, pity sitting deep within his eyes, “You know, maybe now could be the time to discuss what happened between you two.”

You shook your head once again, a sardonic chuckle erupting from your gut, “I don’t wanna do that to him, Sam.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You literally just said that he’s been on a date, I don’t want to disrupt his life now with reminders of the past. He’s put it all behind him and I respect that.” You continued to work in favour of America, utilising your skills in order to aid the government. You and Sam had co-ran multiple military focused missions- threats were ever prevalent, so at least you could be occupied on that front.

Sam sighed, rubbing at his forehead, exhaustion prevalent within the crease of his brow, “Well, the two of you better not be awkward as hell the whole time, we have a mission to complete.”

Smiling, you raised your beer bottle to clink it against his, a toast to whatever was to come. “Can’t make any promises.”

You pitied Sam, sitting on the other side of the plane, grasping at any semblance of a coherent conversation in order to escape the thick tension within the air. It was awkward as hell.

Bucky had stormed over to the two of you, opting to ignore you entirely and cuss Sam out for losing the shield. You had been too stunned to acknowledge him- his once long locks had been chopped, replaced by cropped, buzzed hair with the slightest fluff on top. Your body practically yearned for him as you took in the tight leather, light stubble and dominant demeanour he now wore- the quiet, isolated Bucky that you had rescued and harboured was no longer present; he had been replaced by a real soldier- all hard muscle and perfected accuracy. You had stood to the side of Sam, switching between avoiding Bucky’s gaze and gawking at his new appearance. Upon the chance that he had taken to try and acknowledge you, you had already walked away- much to Sam’s dismay as he side eyed the both of you the entire walk towards the plane. Despite Sam’s endearing attempts to include you in the conversation, you had merely hummed and nodded- too nervous to engage with this new Bucky Barnes.

So, now, you sat side by side in the back of the plane- waiting, begging, for the instruction to jump. As soon as it did come, Sam was gone- practically leaping from the plane as he flew towards the target. Bucky had faltered, glancing back at you momentarily as you had remained stoic; refusing to meet his gaze as you checked your weapons.

He cleared his throat, glancing downwards from the exit of the plane, “We got any chutes?”

“It’s too low.” Joaquin replied from the opening, gripping the handle as he remained stable. Bucky glanced back at you once again, a tinge of worry present in his features as he calculated the expanse of the drop before you. You rolled your eyes back, crossing your arms as you waited for him to jump. Clicking his tongue, he nodded- before throwing himself from the plane.

“Impressive,” you snorted as he screamed, grinning at Joaquin who attempted to stifle his laugh, “Good thing I thought to install gliders in my stealth suit instead of opting for a leather jacket.” At that you swan-dived from the entrance, allowing your suit to expand and form makeshift gliders. With feline-like precision, you landed on your two feet beside Bucky, splayed along the grass.

“Well, that was majestic.”

You scoffed, turning to jog after Red Wing as it began to lead the way to Sam’s location. Though, before you could; a weighted hand grasped at your sleeve, “Whoa, whoa. Hold on.” Bucky gasped, presumably exasperated from the fall, “Are you gonna talk to me or are you giving an old friend the silent treatment right now?”

Scoffing, you snatched your hands from the metal arm- an action only possible with his allowance, “What do we have to talk about, James?”

“Oh- come on Doll, James, seriously?” your heart sped at the nickname, your cheeks filling with heat as you turned your face away from Bucky, beginning the long run through the forest. You heard a sigh behind you, to which you ignored, you had nothing to discuss with him. He had obviously moved on, with no intention of using this meet up as a chance to potentially rekindle what had about to have been- right person, wrong time and all. But instead he had gone on a date. He had probably bought her flowers, drinks, and put on a nice outfit for her. The thought made your stomach churn, the polar opposite of butterflies swarming in your stomach. Jealousy. Out of curiosity, you just wanted to know who she was- check that she was a viable replacement, made him happy, was good looking and all. Though you couldn’t ask Bucky about it- why should you care anyway? The two of you had kissed once. Bucky probably didn’t even remember it, you thought to yourself.

The two of you jogged in silence; the heavy weight of what lay between you creating a dark cast upon your conscience. You well and truly pitied Sam. The Falcon came into view within the warehouse, crouched behind a shelf and watching the targets. As him and Bucky argued petulantly, you observed the group ahead- they were just kids. All young, fighting for what they believed was right; you saw a mirror image of your own young self. You watched as they entered the trucks- Sam scanned the trucks before realising that a hostage was potentially present within one of the vehicles. You swore, sprinting after Sam and Bucky.

“Wait!” you shouted, causing the others to come to a halt; both sharing confused looks, “Sam I need you to lift me so we can get extra eyes from the sky- I’m not as fast as the two of you on foot and I’m definitely not about to make James give me a piggyback.” Sam nodded, ensuring that he could lift you and fly at the same time- but not before sharing a confused look with Bucky, mouthing ‘James?’ to which Bucky only shook his head, shrugging. The two of you flew off, allowing you the opportunity to unholster your handguns and deliver a number of shots to the top of the truck.

“Drop me off on top!” you yelled up to Sam as you watched Bucky be thrown from one van and dragged to the top of another. His super-soldier strength inflicting damage upon each vehicle.

“Are you serious?” Sam shouted from above, “You’ll get yourself killed, look at them holding Bucky back right now.”

“Do it Sam.” you ordered, squirming in his arms until he deposited you on top of the trucks to which you instantly unclipped your throwing knives, depositing two into the necks of the two soldiers holding Bucky back. Though- it only angered them, allowing them to turn their attention to your human form. You swore, your hair whipping in the wind as they advanced towards you.

“Y/N!” Bucky yelled, fighting against the men holding him down, “Y/N, no!”

Delivering a fatal kick, the soldier finally reached you, grabbing you by the hair and slamming you into the top of the truck. Screaming, you mustered every tactic you’d ever been taught: elbows, legs, arms- any brutal bone was thrown against the soldier pinning you down. The man tutted, his anonymity within the mask only increasing your terror as cold eyes glared down at you. You realized that you had become used to fighting alongside super soldiers instead of against them.

You heard Bucky’s yell before you felt the impact of the floor- the trucks speeding away as you laid at the side of the road; each breath hitching with the intense pain within your body. Gritting your teeth, you rolled to your knees and crawled to the roadside; only to lose momentum and roll into a ditch. The fall would have been fatal if not for the protection of your suit- but the high velocity impact had still broken a number of bones. Licking your lips, the taste of acrid copper prevailed as you began to cough up flecks of blood; turning only to see that the grass around you was stained red.

“Shit.” your vision blurred dangerously- the pain merged into an unfocused haze, rendering your ability to identify your injuries useless. Fading in and out of consciousness, you listened to the wildlife around you and thought of Bucky. He would never know the origin of your anger- only remembering the cold mirage you had enacted towards him; opting to ignore him instead. Sobbing, you prayed for anyone, anything to find you; for Sam and Bucky to break free from the soldiers and come and find you, save you. You would apologise then- talk to Bucky, talk to him about whatever he wanted to say to you. It didn’t matter if you were just friends, if you met his new girlfriend- you just wanted to see him again.

Blood stained your chin at that point; the coughing and choking a constant motion as you couldn’t muster the strength to sit up; to allow your throat some reprieve. Your leg felt wrong, broken in different places and bent backwards at the knee. As your vision faded, you only thought of Bucky.

“Shit, shit Y/N,” a gust of wind hit you as the whoosh of wings closing sounded above, “Buck! I’ve found her, she’s over here.”

The sound of knees hitting the ground beside your head could be heard next, the impact causing your head to jostle, “Doll? Y/N, can you hear me, tell me you can hear me.” warmth surrounded you as you felt your head being lifted into a lap, a rough sleeve gently wiped the blood staining your chin, “Come on Y/N, don’t do this to me. Wake up.”

“Get her in the truck.” A foreign voice sounded, deep and arrogant in its timber.

“Get away from her,” the voice above you snapped, “we don’t know the extent to her injuries yet- we may not be able to lift her.”

“We need to get her to a hospital, Buck,” a voice that sounded like Sam’s spoke, “there’s still a heartbeat, we’ve got a chance.” Throughout the conversation above you, a trembling hand had caressed your face; smoothing the blood-matted hair away from your face and distracting you from the pain throughout your body. The hand was calloused but gentle- the feeling of it against your cheek vaguely familiar in your unconscious state. You faded in-and-out of consciousness from there, an ache resounding throughout your body as you were lifted and held against a firm chest; warmth radiating through the harsh material. Sweet nothings and comforts were whispered into your ear as the body stayed close, the hand firm against the side of your face; creating a comforting pressure. Reminding you that you could still be alive.

Eventually, you woke- the harsh lights of a hospital room blinding as your eyes adjusted; the last thing you had seen being the country roadside. Coughing, you retched at the sandpaper texture to your throat. A straw was quickly coaxed towards your mouth, Sam’s worrisome eyes staring down at you. You sipped from the straw, blinking as you truly adjusted to being conscious.

“Hey there,” Sam spoke as he gave you a watery smile, his eyes filling with tears, “We thought we’d lost you for a minute there.”

“Can’t lose me that easily,” you croaked, smiling at your best friend and reaching for his hand; to which he obliged.

“Thankfully not,” Sam laughed shakily, his gaze still clouded with emotion, “Y/N, I was the one to see you first and- we really didn’t know if you were going to make it. I mean there was so much blood and your leg-” you squeezed his hand tighter, you were alive, you were okay. Sam’s vision darkened suddenly, his hold on yours tightening. “You should have seen him Y/N.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you cocked your head at Sam, “Who?”

“Buck, he- the soldiers held him up so he watched as you were thrown. The scream he let out I- I’ve not seen him lose it like that during a fight in years, not since-”

“The Winter Soldier.” you finished, turning your gaze to your hands. Sam could only nod.

“He cares about you, Y/N. So much. He held you to his chest the entire journey here and we practically had to tear you from his arms when we arrived.”

“Why isn’t he here now then?

Sam’s face took a different cast then, one of confusion. “I- I’m not sure actually, he said he wanted to give us some space?” You reflected his look of confusion.

“Is he still in the hospital?”

“I assume so, it wasn’t too long ago that he left,” Sam stood then, giving you a kiss on the cheek and jogging towards the door- still in full Falcon gear, “I’m gonna send him in.”

It was only a number of moments later that Bucky rounded the entrance to the doorway, his expression stricken as he froze- staring at your opened eyes, at your steady breaths. A beat passed and he sighed, moving to occupy the vacant seat that Sam had been sitting in only moments earlier. “Hey, Doll.”

“Buck,” you sighed, reaching for his twitching hand that lay at the edge of your bed, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, a glint of anger and confusion in his eyes, “I’m okay? Y/N I watched you fall from a moving truck.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat straight; wincing slightly at the pain, “I was just say-”

“No, Y/N,” Bucky snapped, “you shouldn’t even have been there in the first place, I mean what were you thinking, jumping onto a truck and taking on super soldiers that were holding me down.”

“Wow, thanks-”

“Seriously. This easily could have been prevented if your boyfriend hadn’t agreed to carry you 100 feet into the air.”

“My what-”

“I mean, come on, surely he should have your best interests in mind. The whole thing was reckless from the beginning, if I was in his position I wouldn’t have brought you.”

You sat, shell shocked, Bucky thought you and Sam were together, “Is that why you weren’t here when I woke up?”

Bucky nodded then, hurt in his eyes as he scrubbed at his stubble, “Yeah- I mean, I wanted to, you know, give you space. Let you work things out I don’t know-”

You cackled, laughing right in his face- leading to an entirely unattractive coughing fit to which Bucky was forced to clap you on the back. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckled, wiping at the tears rolling down your cheeks as you stared at the silly man before you, “Bucky, me and Sam aren’t together.”

Bucky paused, seemingly halting in his tracks as he gaped at you, “What?”

“We aren’t together.”

“But-” he shook his head, having seemingly lived a lie for however long he’d believed this, “but you two have been so close I mean- every time I talk to Sam he mentions things the two of you have been doing and you’re just so close and in tune with each other I thought-”

“We’re just friends Buck,” your mouth twisted, the clarity of the situation hitting you, “Why do you even care anyway? You have a girlfriend.”

“Oh for goodness sake.” Bucky was laughing now, standing and opting to pace the room, his face filled with mirth as he continued to scrub at his stubble, “I do not have a girlfriend.”

“Sam told me you went on a date.”

“Sam told you- yeah and he conveniently missed the part where I did that in an attempt to get over you.” Bucky threw his arms up then, his expression defeated as he spoke. You could only stare back, lips pursed, eyes wide.

“Get over me?”

“Yes.”

“But, I thought-” you shook your head, “after the battle, you-you left and we never spoke again. I thought you regretted what happened. I thought-”

“Every waking moment is spent thinking about that kiss, Doll,” Bucky sighed, circling the bed to sit back at your side, taking your hand in his, “I was mourning, my best friend was gone and I knew he was going to do it but I just- I would never be ready for it, you know. Sam found me later and he was telling me all of these stories about you and- God, I’m so stupid- I presumed that the two of you had gotten together so I kept my distance. I mean, I was so in love with you that I didn’t want to ruin that for you even despite what had happened between us and- I’m so sorry Y/N.”

Tears trickled down your cheeks as you stared at the ridiculous, gorgeous man before you; you laughed again, softer and tearier this time as you reached to grab Bucky’s face, mirroring the action that he had done to you during your unconscious state, “We are so ridiculous.”

Bucky laughed too then, moving to sit at the edge of your bed and tuck the loose hair behind your ears- his cheeks were crumpled; red with embarrassment and love and longing. He leaned forward then, careful in respect of your injuries, in order to capture your lips between his. This kiss was different from your first, it was slower, less urgent- your thumbs tracing figure-of-eights into his cheeks as you didn’t carry that same weight of uncertainty as you had last time. You smiled against each other's mouths, hands trailing each other’s bodies- the back of his head, his cheeks, his back, his neck, the brass of his metal arm.

You finally felt complete, like you knew where you belonged.

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catneedssleep · 2 months ago

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I don't feel like posting this on my mogai blog, , mostly because this is definitely more ‘me’ themed than anything . But anyhoooo

Mad Scientist Occuden !! ꔛ

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✮ Original Occuden coiner -> @rwuffles

✮ If anyone could help me with IDing the images that'd be great , , , I have no energy whatsoever .

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plutoenjoyer · 7 months ago

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jooyeon — bothering you while you study

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genre: fluff, suggestive 𓇬 wc: 1.2k tags: female reader, college student!reader, fluff, drabble, established relationship, slightly suggestive, hair playing, wearing his clothes, reader wears glasses (in general or just while studying, up to you), not proofread lol warnings: none summary: jooyeon pesters you while you're cramming for a test because "he's bored" but in reality, he really wants you to hang out with him because he can't stop thinking about how cute you look wearing his big sweatshirt and pajama shorts. plus if he doesn't get attention he will die

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you're sitting on the floor on the coffee table of your living room, glasses on and pencil in hand trying to write down and remember as many things as you can for a big test the next day. jooyeon, who's been mindlessly scrolling on his phone for the past hour and a half, starts poking your arm with the end goal of annoying you into giving him attention.

if you were paying more attention, you'd know he's actually totally checking you out right now. truthfully, he likes how you look when you're focused. and your glasses being slightly crooked on your face is cute. you don't think twice when you steal one of his sweaters or hoodies from his closet now that you've been dating this long, but you fail to realize just how much it affects him when you do so, with the knowledge you're not wearing much underneath.

when you don't respond to him he blows on your neck which earns him a dissatisfied glare, but you can't stay mad at him for long because after the pestering doesn't work he's fully given up, his forehead hitting the table with a dull thud.

without him knowing (so you don't give him any more fodder to start bothering you again), you glance at his head face down on the table. his hair bulks up against the surface and you truly wonder how it looks so full and healthy and soft when it's been bleached so many times. and you keep watching him as he chooses to take a nap next to you, shifting his face so his cheek is squished against his arm.

you really, really try to keep studying but the pitiful sight before you has you exceedingly distracted. he's like a sad puppy. you would have no heart if you let a sad puppy keep being sad. not that you really wanted to stop studying for this stupid test. of course not.

he's so handsome when he's quiet, you think to yourself with a silent snicker because you know he'd make a big deal out of it if you said such an underhanded compliment.

before you know it you're petting his head, running your fingers gently through his hair and just barely scratching his scalp. and when his eyes open to look at you, blearily, he asks you questions but it comes out more like dull statements, "why are you petting me. aren't you too busy for me right now." he goes back to sulking.

"you seem to like it, though?" you lack the self control not to tease him when he gets like this, so in a way he did successfully distract you. but that self-aware thought doesn't pass your mind, because he gives you an unnecessarily attractive groan of displeasure before burying his face deeper into the crook of his arm, and you have to kick yourself before your mind can wander. "jooyeon," you coo at him, "baby."

okay, fine you get why being ignored could be annoying but in your defense you had good reason to (plus, you know him. he will not relent if you even give him the tiniest reaction).

roundabout way or not, you now have your full attention on him. you put your pencil down and think about how amusing this will be.

you decide to play footsies with him, as your legs are tucked under the coffee table. you run your foot along side his calf and nudge him a little, quietly giggling to yourself when you see his shoulders tense just a bit. you use this opportunity to twirl his hair around your finger. "joo, come on," you make it a point to push the notebook further from your body and adjust yourself in your spot to face him better, "look, you got me. i've done enough notes for the night. if i cram any more i think my head might explode,"

finally, he shifts his head just a bit to look at at you, eyes obscured by the mess of his bangs, "are you sure?"

"super sure."

he immediately perks up with a sparkle in his eye, "finally! i thought i was gonna die."

"what, youtube shorts isn't enough to keep you entertained?"

"i mean, yeah, but at a certain point i feel my brain start to melt," he huffs. "and not just that, it's impossible to just sit on my phone just waiting around when my hot girlfriend is sitting next to me literally wearing my clothes."

"wow. i'm sure flattered." you give him a sarcastic snort but truthfully the compliment sends butterflies down your tummy. you prompt him, a suggestive tone taking over your voice, "you like me wearing your clothes that much, though? care to tell me more?"

any other time he might have just rolled his eyes at you playfully or stuck his tongue out with a 'you wish' but for some reason he chooses to take your request seriously. an arm comes up closer behind your back, and he uses that as leverage to lean into you. "yeah," he begins, and your eyes follow his gaze when he looks down to your legs. with his palm, he ghosts his hand from just above your knee and then into your inner thigh, stopping just before he makes contact with anything more sensitive. your breath hitches ever so slightly, but then his hand changes course to your hip and pushes the sweater up a bit more. you can feel the slight breeze against your waist, "you look good in it. i can take one look at you and know you're mine,"

"joo." you say his name in a way that wants to scold him, but it comes out much weaker and more lovestruck than you'd have liked, "i-i was just joking."

he leans his body closer to you, lowering his voice in your ear. you can feel his breath against your neck as he gives you a downright seductive laugh, "but baby, you asked." he shifts even closer to you so that he can have better reach of your waist. you're more than happy to welcome the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

you're doing your best not to look at him because you just know that it's obvious he's getting to you. you feel your face and neck getting hot. you adjust your glasses on your face. "okay, yeah, i did," you admit, pursing your lips, and finally look to his face to see his beautiful thick eyelashes looking up at you, giving you an insanely sultry look and you still can't believe he's a real man that exists because of how unfathomably pretty he is. your stomach does a flip because fuck this, and you blurt out, "are you gonna kiss me or what?"

he bursts out laughing. and though the thick tension in the air breaks, it doesn't change the desire radiating off the both of you. he'd give you anything you wanted if you asked. and so, his lips are on yours. the impact of it causes you to have to lean against the seat cushions of the couch behind you for support. you're immediately enveloped by him relentlessly searching for the warmth of your mouth, with his hands eagerly slipping under the sweater and ghosting over the soft skin of your abdomen.

for the rest of the evening the notes on the table remain unfinished.

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x3nafix · 4 months ago

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RULER OF MY HEART INTRODUCTIONS…

SYNOPSIS…

you and tabito have been best friends since… you cant remember. But now? Well, you guys are still friends but the lingering glances and nicknames are swaying you in the other direction. Will you finally give in?

A karasu x reader childhood friends to lovers, with a bit rivalry and racing sprinkled in! (^_-)

THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, except for y/n and kiana!!!

Y/n:

The main character of the story. Shes a pharmaceutical major, along with kiana. Shes closed off to people she doesnt know that well/doesnt get along with. Contrary to popular belief, she DOES have a personality (sarcastic and a bit snarky), but you just have to pry it from her….

shes also been friends with tabito ever since he moved in next door to her when they were three. Theyve been by each other’s side for so long. But new feelings are emerging… has he always looked this good???

when racing, shes pretty similar to Tabito. Analyzing and taking shortcuts. But she can be aggressive at times- tailgating and pushing against her opponent.

Karasu tabito:

Karasu majors in finance at the same university as y/n. He thinks hes been in love with her since their first year of highschool, but it could have been earlier. He was y/n’s only friend until college, where she finally branched out. But at least he doesnt have to worry about her anymore. Constantly flirts with y/n, but she thinks hes being friendly (hes not) so he thinks she doesnt reciprocate (its complicated). He is one of the best racers in the area and is known for taking efficient shortcuts as well as analyzing opponents and faking them out. Despite how much he loves y/n, he’d never let her beat him.

KIANA:

pretty much the opposite of yn. She’s pretty extroverted and practically adopted y/n when she saw her sitting alone at the beginning of the lecture. Since then, theyre inseperable. (Not that y/n minds). She knows karasu likes y/n, and is trying to get them together. So far, nothing. Kiana doesnt race- and is extremely worried about y/n. Kiana knows she cant stop her though.

(if you couldnt tell she wants y/n to start branching out)

OTOYA EITA:

Majors in business (red flag one🚩/j) One of Karasu’s friends. Yn is somewhat comfortable around him (she likes making fun of otoya). Hes nice… except to his gfs… His racing style is sneaking up on people from behind and slowly overtaking them. He doesnt stand out in a race, except at the finish line.

Yukimiya Kenyu:

Yukimiya is also one of Karasu’s friends. Hes not familiar with y/n, but is trying (key word: trying) to get close to her. So far, shes scared him off despite him being nice. Hes also a part time model in addition to being an engineer major, so that helps pay for his tuition! He has a public account, which is closely monitored by his manager. However, he does have a secret private account where he follows his friends and occasionally posts. Due to his job, he doesnt want to risk getting injured in a race. After all, what will the management say? So at most, he watches. However, he would like to try one day.

Shidou Ryusei:

Shidou is a Biology major! definitely loud and chaotic. Also one of karasu’s friends (surprisingly). Y/n and him actually get along pretty well online, but irl is a different story. Y/n is completely different on text/twitter than irl… but its ok. Shidou can fill that void! Y/n makes fun of shidou liking sae and then shidou calls her homophobic🥰🥰 also races and is known for being extremely risky- taking shortcuts no one else would dare. He also has great reflexes, so thats why he isnt dead yet.

Chigiri Hyoma:

Chigiri is also a friend of karasu’s. Hes also witty, so y/n likes him. Which is pretty rare, but theyre chill w each other. In this AU, hes a history major. Hes also a racer, and is known for being extremely fast on his bike. At first, kiana thought he was a girl and started flirting w him😭 (lesbian kiana supremacy guys)

FUN FACTS:

•y/n did NOT want to touch twitter- even w a ten foot pole. Karasu being karasu, he successfully persuades y/n to get it. Now shes a twitter ADDICT and uses it everyday. She also loves being toxic on the app /nsrs /j

•Kiana is feeding y/n karasu propganda and trying to set them up, but no luck. Shes also trying to get y/n to realize her feelings for him. But also no luck. Kiana also helps karasu whenever y/n is mad at him.

•speaking of kiana, shes inspired by my irls. Was supposed to be named after her, but i decided against it. Her personality is a mix of my irls!

•y/n plays persona 5 royal and has finished it multiple times (projection) (i havent finished it but still)

•inspired by THIS c. Ai bot (i talk to this one everday)

•Sae doesn’t have twitter

A/N: TY ALL!!!! this was fun to make (except the profiles)! I made some interactions alr. I also made profiles of rin, bachira, and isagi, but didnt put them on here because theyll most likely be minor characters as i dont know how to incorporate them into the story

MASTERLIST || INTRODUCTIONS || CH. 1

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