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quil are you. are you okay.
hey why would you immortalize my spelling mishap like that. why would you do that to silly ol me. don't you know of the long history of bloodshed and violence and suffering and war autocorrect and I have with one another? (all jokes)
SECONDLY! I fully admitted in those very tags that I know I'm wrong I know the canon pronunciation provided to us directly from shannon is OR-uh-lee I know it's wrong just like I know cyrah is pronounced see-rah and refuse to stop pronouncing it kai-rah. every day I wake up knowing I'm so so wrong and just live like that because it's been eight years of mispronunciation at this point I've just accepted it
so yes, yes I am okay. I'm wrong and will continue to be wrong but i'm okay :)
#kotlc#quil's queries#malewifegradyruewen#autocorrect and I go way back and in the violent way#i've never known peace#you look back through the years of messages with my partner and you'll find so many instances of autocorrect hating me personally#i simply type to fast to realize :(#but in terms of pronunciation I've dug my grave and I'm sitting in it#having a picnic#or whatever the expression is#thank you for checking but I'll be in this grave for the rest of time it's not a hill I'll die on it's a hole in the ground#it's a shallow hole I could climb out of but I won't
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// park sunghoon //
pairing: player!sunghoon x quiet!femreader
word count- 3.6k
genre/cws- fluff, slight angst, falling in love, confessions, he fell first and harder, sunghoon grows a soft spot for reader, sunghoon becomes a changed man, reader is done with sunghoon
summary-Sunghoon didnât realize he fell into his own trap until it was too late and he was falling in love
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Sunghoon and you were the picture perfect polar opposites. He had people lined up trying to fulfill their deep desire of even getting a sliver of a chance with him.
And he thrived in this. He knew the sheer power he held so he always used it to his advantage. Everyone knew Park Sunghoonâs name like a chant and you never understood why people would crumble to his feet.
He lived a world that you wished to never get involved with.
Yet what made your world slow down is hearing his name called alongside yours.
Before you could even register what was happening, you could hear the painful drag of the chair next to you as you slowly turn to be met with the one and only, Park Sunghoon.
The infamous smile plastered on his face as his body was faced towards you. He had this demeanor that you were undeniably drawn to but forced yourself out of that daze.
âGuess weâre partnersâ The moment he spoke, all eyes were on you
You awkwardly nodded your head as you tried to ignore the stares burning into your entire existence and focus in front of you.
You knew there were people that would kill to be in your spot, and truthfully speaking you had no problem switching.
When Sunghoon who was waiting for some type of reaction from you received nothing, he raised an eyebrow, confused but assumed you were simply trying to comprehend how he was in front of you.
âNo need to freak out or anything, itâs really me-â Before he could even finish he sentence you raised a hand to stop him
Normally, you wouldnât waste time even speaking to people like Sunghoon. There was no point, neither ever crossed paths before nor have you even acknowledged each otherâs existence.
But now you had to bear with him until the end of the project if you wanted a good grade.
When you gave no response after shutting Sunghoon up, he could feel the embarrassment rising which was rare (a big lie).
âI look forward to working with you. Iâve heard nothing but wonderful things about youâ He tried to catch your attention as you seemed to focus on the lesson rather than on him
He gave a slight frown but wiped it off before having a smirk plaster onto his face. He could feel the excitement coursing through his mind and he knew exactly what it meant.
When the lesson was done, he turned expecting to see you beside him but to his shock you were already out of the classroom. He grumbled and quickly went after you.
What you thought was finally peace and no lurking eyes on you turned to ruckus around you when Sunghoon suddenly appeared next to you.
His mouth whispered right into your ear and you immediately jerked yourself away in confusion. He gave a warm smile and grabbed your bag from you to hold it.
âYou walk so fast, it was hard to catch up to youâ He joked and the look you gave him mustâve shown your discomfort because he awkwardly cleared his throat
You tried to grab your bag from him but before you could reach it, he moved his body and you almost lost your balance.
He was quick to catch you to make sure you didnât fall (you were never going to fall in the first place).
You stared at him as he gave another smile but you quickly pushed him away and grabbed your bag from him before huffing out a sigh and walking away.
Of course you knew who Park Sunghoon is, but that also meant you knew the reputation surrounding him. He had people lined up for him for a reason and you werenât going to allow yourself to fall for his trap.
As you were walking you were going to pull out your phone from your bag, but the moment you did a piece of paper fell out as well.
You tilted your head confused before reaching to pick it up soon your mouth was agape when you saw the written phone number on it.
âMy number -p.shâ
Now you didnât want to text Sunghoon, especially with the way that he had given his number. It felt like he was treating you as someone who simply wanted to get the attention of being involved with him.
You knew deep down that was far from the truth but you had to swallow your pride for a moment as you typed his number in for a contact.
Sunghoon was in bed, lazily resting an arm over his eyes as he could feel the drowsiness take over. But right when he was going to shut his eyes, his phone pinged from a notification.
Normally, he would ignore it and deal with it whenever he had the energy to but something in him told him to check it.
He groaned before grabbing his phone seeing just who decided to text him so late at night.
He saw an unsaved number but the message attached to it made him shoot up from his bed with a slight smirk forming on his face.
: Letâs meet tomorrow to start the project
âOver here!â Sunghoon waved once he saw you, the people passing gave a weird look to him before going their way
You observed how he never truly cared about the publicâs opinion on him. He knew that there would be people that praise him and people that despise him, nothing you could do about it.
But now that you were assigned a project with him you knew from the very start what it came with. You didnât enjoy being the center of attention and having him lingering around you was quite troublesome.
âHow was your morning?â He asked sweetly but you believed you saw right through it and simply ignored his question
He was taken aback from the lack of response but he nodded his head, realizing that it would take a lot more for him to slither his way into your heart.
âLetâs head in shall we?â Sunghoon opened the door for you and with the faintest âthank youâ, he was already grinning like an idiot
He was sure that you would get caught up by him soon or later, it was only a matter of strategic timing and planning to get the job done.
âSo whatâs your favorite movie?â Sunghoon tried to garner your attention but you didnât give him any, he sighed heavily after being rejected for the twentieth time
He was growing tiresome trying to get your attention on something that wasnât something for the project.
âUhm so whatâs your favorite-â
âI heard you the first time, I am just choosing to ignore youâ You finally put your pen down before looking at him which caught him off guard
He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, not expecting that (or any) reaction. The two stared at each other for a moment and for the first time ever, Sunghoon was the one to shift his gaze away.
âLetâs continue workingâ You softly said before picking up your pen again but as he tried to recover from the lost of the staring contest he sighed heavily
âWhy donât we take a break for now, my hand hurts from all the writingâ You glanced over to Sunghoonâs paper, only to see he had only written his name on it
You glared towards him and he gave a cheeky smile which he thought would make you smile at least but nothing. You kept your stoic expression, unamused by his attempt to make you smile (you found it humorous that he failed instead).
âIs this why youâre failing the class?â Sunghoon choked on air and coughed loudly hearing your response
âHow do you know that?â Sunghoon loudly whispered as he looked around making sure no one heard your remark
âYou always complain about your grade in classâ You stated and he sighed before embarrassingly looking away but suddenly an idea popped in his head
âSo youâre paying attention to me?â He raised an eyebrow to you teasingly
âItâs hard not to when youâre so loud about itâ Sunghoonâs world alongside his ego shattered hearing your rebuttal to his attempt to tease you
This is not how he planned this day to go.
Sunghoon cleared his throat loudly before picking up his pen and taking glances at his laptop before writing on the piece of paper, wishing to simply disintegrate into the universe.
You noticed his reaction and you were glad he was working but you felt bad, you didnât mean to come off as rude, itâs just what you observed from him.
You itched to apologize, your mouth opening every now and then but nothing came out. You sighed before continuing to write on your paper, an awkward silence resting over the two of you.
âIâll walk you homeâ You didnât expect for Sunghoon to offer this especially when the rest of the evening was pure silence between the two of you
You were going to deny Sunghoonâs offer but he was quick to gather your bag along with his.
Another thing that you observed about Sunghoon was that he was stubborn but troublesome for him you were also stubborn.
âItâs okay I can make it home by myselfâ You tried to grab your bag from him but he was already walking away with it
If this is what Sunghoon thought could win you over, he is mistaken. You sighed annoyed but decided to not put up a fight, you were tired and just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
As you and Sunghoon were walking to your place he tried to make small talk with you. You wanted to walk in silence but he was determined to have a decent conversation with you.
The talks were brief but you realized that there a slight shift in Sunghoonâs demeanor. It was more relaxed and gentle and maybe even a little genuine. A side youâve never seen before from him.
But you reminded yourself this could easily be one of his antics to have you wrapped in his fingers. But before you knew it, you were already at your front doorstep.
âThank you for walking me homeâ Sunghoon easily waved it off as nothing
âAlso Iâm sorry if what I said earlier come off as rude, it wasnât my intentionâ
âGoodnightâ After you finally apologized, you entered your place and closed the door behind you before he could even respond
Sunghoon stood surprised for a moment before softly letting out a genuine chuckle.
You heard a ping from your phone and when you looked at it, you found yourself letting out the smallest smile ever.
Sunghoon: Itâs okay you werenât wrong. Goodnight to you as well
From when you stepped foot onto campus, all eyes were on you again. You tried to remind yourself that this was only temporarily and soon you could go back to your old lifestyle without Sunghoon in your life.
But that moment wasnât now because you suddenly felt a poke to your head and when you turned, you were met with Sunghoonâs cheeky smile.
âLetâs walk togetherâ He hummed, you sighed realizing that he really wasnât going down without a fight so you werenât going to put up one
You nodded your head as you waited for him to catch up to you. Sunghoon smiled realizing that youâre starting to warm up to him even if it is a tiny bit.
You: Where are you?
You: We said we were meeting today to finish
You sighed as time passed by and there was no sign of Sunghoon. You scoffed to yourself realizing he left you stranded.
What did you expect, he probably left all the work for you to ensure that he can pass. You scoffed as you placed your head into yours hands before groaning loudly.
Having to do the project by yourself wasnât something foreign to you, but you were still annoyed.
You had to pick up on his slack. You werenât going to allow someone like Sunghoon to taint your grade because of careless actions.
You were disappointed would be an understatement. You assumed the least he could do is give you a heads up if he isnât able to make it, but it seemed you hoped too much for the impossible.
Hours passed by and you were still engrossed in the project trying to complete it, you could feel the pure exhaustion catching up but you needed to push through.
âBye Sunghoonâ The teasing tone had a faint smirk form on Sunghoonâs face whilst waving goodbye
He pulled out his phone and saw the time, 3 am, he sighed knowing he was going to get a good nights rest the moment he landed on his bed.
He placed his phone back into his pocket and right when he turned, there he saw you through a window.
You were yet to see him but he saw how you yawned and tiredly rested your head on your arm as a pillow and closed your eyes.
Thatâs when it finally clicked in Sunghoonâs mind. He was supposed to meet up with you today to finish the project. He cursed at himself before entering the place you were in.
He quickly made his way over to you but you were already fast asleep. He saw your laptop open with paper scattered around.
He got too distracted that he forgot he was meeting up with you today and he knew all efforts of trying to get you warming up to him now went out the window.
He wasnât one to care about how people perceived him but you mustâve thought heâs even more of a jerk than what you already thought he was.
Sunghoon made sure to be quiet to not disturb your sleep as he carefully sat next to you before grabbing your laptop.
He scrolled and saw that you were practically almost done with the project. The guilt that rested in stomach grew even more and began to eat him up, you picked up his slack because of his ignorance.
Sunghoon knew you wouldnât easily forgive him and he doesnât blame you. But the least he could do is let you sleep while he takes care of the rest.
He carefully draped his jacket over you as he noticed you were directly under an air vent. He looked for a split second longer than what he wanted to, you looked so peaceful when sleeping.
He found a faint smile growing but stopped to bring himself back to focus on finishing the project.
He grabbed a spare sticky note and a few moments later placed it next to your mousepad, before starting to type into your laptop.
Your eyes fluttered opened as you could feel a bright light hitting your face. You used your hand to cover the sunlight but noticed a jacket draped over you and you froze.
You hazily looked around and you jumped when you noticed Sunghoon asleep next to you with your laptop in front of him. You quickly grabbed your laptop to see what he had done but to your surprise you saw the project was completely finished and revised.
You donât know when you fell asleep, let alone when he even arrived so you were shocked to wake up next to him.
You were pleased that at least the project was done, however your gaze soon caught the sticky note stuck near your mousepad.
âI know this is the weakest way to apologize, but I am really sorry for leaving you hanging.
Rest well, Iâll take care of everything elseâ
You shifted your gaze onto Sunghoon but what you didnât expect was for him to be looking at you back. Normally you wouldâve reverted your eyes away but you were in some trance, an extra flutter in your heart made you realize you were falling.
But you werenât the only one. With the sunrise setting upon you and the look you were giving him, Sunghoon found himself in utter awe of you as his heart fluttered against his chest.
That was something new.
Now Sunghoonn was wide awake in bed with you haunting his mind, he doesnât get it. The project was long done and no matter how much he tried to distract himself, he always found his mind drifting off to you.
He didnât have a guilty conscience anymore, you made it very clear that you had forgiven him (after much apologies) so why could he only think about you.
You and him would even text quite often (heâs the one always texting first) but even still that wasnât enough to quench his unexplainable desire.
He doesnât know what was taking over him, it was like heâs flipped. He was leaving his old habits behind, deciding to hit the gym more often, barely going out the way he used to, he even started to pay attention in lessons and participate in activities.
And anytime he did anything, he felt an urge to text you and let you know what he has been up to. There were times where he did text you but then there were times when he held back.
Tonight was not one of those nights, he decided to give in to the burning desire that desperately needed to get extinguished.
Sunghoon: You awake?
He impatiently watched, hoping for your response and he immediately piked when his phone pinged.
You: Why?
Sunghoon found himself smiling dumbfounded at your message, in that moment his smile slightly faltered as the realization hit him like a bucket of cold water.
Now he finally realized what the desire that burns in him meant.
Now you didnât expect to see Sunghoon at your front doorstep, especially to catch him mid pep talk. He froze when he heard your door open and the two stared at each other for a moment before he straightened out his posture.
He awkwardly coughed at the silence, all thoughts and rationality he prepared went out the window as he just stared at you with wide eyes.
âUh what are you doing here?â You asked him and his mind immediately went on overdrive
He continued to stay silent and stare at you. You looked around for a moment before softly nodding your head.
âDo you want to-â Before you could even finish, Sunghoon easily cut you off
âI like youâ That was more straightforward than he intended to say but heâs never confessed before, heâs new to this
You stared at Sunghoon flustered with his sudden confession, does he actually like you or is he toying with your feelings until he gets bored and moves on.
âI know this is out of nowhere and you have every right to question my intentionsâ He was aware of the reputation he made for himself but he was really praying it doesnât affect him now
âBut I promise you wholeheartedly that I am genuine about my words and my feelings, I really do like youâ
âIâm not sure when I started to like you, but you started to consume every crevice in my mind. Everything that I did, I wondered what you would say about itâ
âIt was actually driving me insane because I never and I mean it ever felt that way before and I canât lie I was nervous at firstâ
âI thought you wouldâve brush me off after the project, thatâs why I kept texting you. Something in me needed to know if there could be a possible usâ
âThis burning desire wouldnât let me go from its grasp and the only way I figured to subside it was to tell you how I truly feltâ Sunghoon finished his small rant and let out a heavy pant before nervously looking to see your reaction
You stared at him wide eyed as you proceed the information. The pounding of your heart clearly indicated something and you knew that very well.
With each passing second of no response from you, the more it kills him slowly.
âYou like me?â Your voice was soft and this melted right through Sunghoon, how he underestimated the hold you had on him
He softly nodded his head and your heart finally exploded. All the times when your fingers fidgeted over your keyboard wanting to text him and he somehow read your mind and texted you first.
But there was a thought lingering at the back of your head. What if he was just saying this to get you to fall into the trap you couldnât escape from.
âHow come you didnât fall for someone else?â It was too late for your mind to register that you accidentally voiced out your thought
You stumbled over your words trying to take back what you said and Sunghoon found it amusing, he made his way over to you. The loopy smile he had as he brought his mouth to your ear, his breath feathered over your ear making your body shiver.
âBecause I am too busy being yoursâ Sunghoon whispered and those words sent a shock throughout your whole body
âIs this you crawling to me Sunghoon?â You teased and he chuckled at you response but nodded his head before facing back to you
âIf you allow me, Iâll crawl back to you as many times as I have to in order to prove my feelings to youâ
âNever thought, I would be the one to hear those words from youâ
âSpecial words for a special personâ Your smile began to grow and you couldnât hold it back any longer
Seeing your smile made Sunghoon weak in his knees that he knew he had to make you smile every single day. You had Park Sunghoon wrapped around your fingers and neither expected the tables to turn.
The trap that Sunghoon had intended to have you fall into now consumed him instead of you. But truthfully speaking, he didnât mind it because deep down he unconsciously knew he was yours from the start.
âWill you allow me take you out on a date? Promise Iâll be there maybe even before youâ
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Confessions Series - Part 2: Description [Genshin Impact Male Characters]
In a nutshell: He asks if you have your eyes set on someone. You start describing HIS features and watch for his reaction. (Hint: He likes you too)
Other works in this series: (Part 1 - Overheard)
Warnings: The usual, haven't written in a while, please forgive mistakes, bit of angst in Diluc (couldn't help it), I am a sleep deprived mother, some profanity, for some reason did not feel like writing Zhongli though he's one of my faves.
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gaming, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Xiao, gn!reader
Personal Favourites: Diluc, Wriothesley
Aether
"Yeah, I do," you start. "He's very selfless...He's always running around helping other people,"
Aether nods, intense gaze in his eyes while listening.
"Hmm...He has...a partner. Like a companion he always travels with..."
Aether's brows start to furrow and his head tilts the slightest bit. Paimon flying next to him has no clue who it is whatsoever.
"He's not originally from Teyvat...He's on a journey, you see..." this is where you start getting nervous
You see it click in Aether's head slowly, and his eyes start to widen the slightest bit
"Hey, that sounds an awful lot like you, traveller! Why have we never met this person before, Y/N?" Paimon asks and you only smile.
"P-Paimon," Aether glances at her and then back to you. It's silent for a moment. Paimon is super confused.
But Aether being Aether didn't want to get the wrong idea and racks up the courage to ask you one last question. "He's on a journey...to look for his twin sister?"
You smile the brightest smile you've ever given him. "Correct!"
"Ah...Well..." Aether starts to feel the heat on his cheeks. "That's..." he doesn't say anything else for a few seconds. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just...I'm happy!"
Is basically flustered when he realizes you've technically just confessed to him.
Albedo
"Simply put, I think he's dedicated to his craft," You shrug and smile
"...An admirable trait," he responds.
"He's frequently in Dragonspine. He spends a bit of time in his lab there," you decide to just go straight for the obvious.
Albedo pauses. "I...see..." Turns to you with a small smile "I wasn't aware that you were that fond of me,"
"Now you know," you simply say and try to play it off with a wave of your hand.
He chuckles under his breath and strides over to you while saying. "Well then, I suppose it's my turn to talk about the person I've set my eyes on,"
Proceeds to describe you accurately, down to your likes and dislikes. In his eyes, you seem like something so precious and you can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
Alhaitham
"Hmm... Sort of," you explain. "He's a little...hard to reach,"
Alhaitham "...and you still pursue him?"
You laugh a bit "I'm hardly pursuing him, I'm just...observing. I like watching him, even though he has the most unreadable face I've seen,"
Alhaitham goes quiet for a moment. He catches on fast, he already has an idea but is cautious about what he says. "...I see," he doesn't ask anything else, but you continue to offer information.
"He likes reading. Really smart guy...but kind of no nonsense type. Very straight to the point," You begin to feel a little nervous so you pretend to read your own book with a small shrug.
The silence is deafening.
"I suspect that type of person will be hard to put up with," he suddenly says aloud and you chuckle in response.
"Possibly, but he seems to be putting up with me too...I guess?"
He suddenly closes his book and leans forward to pry the one in your hands away. He locks his gaze with you. "...'Putting up' is hardly the word I would use." his lips twitch the slightest bit before continuing. "He has little to no patience for other people...so if he keeps you around...perhaps it signals something else,"
"Something else...As in, I'm special?"
Again he quiets for a moment, before he stands up, chair scraping the floor. "...Precisely," he turns to start walking out of the library, waving a hand behind him. "I'll pick you up in the morning tomorrow,"
Ayato
"I do, but he's a very busy sort of man,"
Ayato "Is that so?" he pours tea for you.
"Quite. He's also a very important person,"
He hums and watches the billowing steam from the tea. "It sounds as if I might know this person," but he genuinely doesn't know it's him, he just thinks its another noble.
"...You most definitely know him. He has a sister. Lovely girl." This is where you avert your gaze from him in fear of him instantly connecting the dots.
He talks in pauses "A...sister..." His mind is starting to make connections but he can't be quite sure yet. So he prods further. "...Does she happen to have a vision?"
"A cryo vision holder, yes," you're biting the inside of your lip at this point. There's a moment of silence before you hear Ayato laughing rather gleefully, like he was amused by a story.
"I see." he ends with a chuckle. "I apologize for being so busy, Y/N," he smiles at you "I promise I'll do my best to arrange my priorities in order to spend more time with you,"
Baizhu
"He takes his job too seriously and can be quite reckless...Sometimes he even puts himself in danger,"
Changsheng catches on immediately. The snake had already known for a while. Baizhu was just being dense. "Oh here we go," the snake half whines.
Baizhu gives it a weird look before turning his attention back to you. "That does sound reckless,"
"I've told him a couple of times to think about himself too...but I guess he's just really passionate about his job,"
Baizhu sort of shrugs, "What IS his job?"
"...Well for starters he owns a pharmacy around town,"
To Baizhu the realization hits all too slowly. It's not that he was slow or dense, but he was having a hard time believing that it was him you were talking about, specially when you hadn't said it outfront.
"...You do realize I'm the only one who owns a pharmacy around town?" he asks, eyes piercing through you and awaiting your answer.
Changsheng is the one who answers for you. "Yes you ridiculous doctor, Y/N's pertaining to you!"
It's the first time you've seen him blush and he turns his head away when he does so. "I-I see, well...that's rather, unexpected...but not unwelcome,"
Clears his throat "Just give me a moment"
Changsheng would roll its eyes if it could.
Bennett
"Has a lot of energy...Sometimes I wonder where he gets all of it. I really like him for that though."
Deflates as soon as you start talking about your "crush". What kind of answer was he expecting anyway? That you had eyes for him?
"He has a bit of a...problem when it comes to luck," you continue
Bennett stops, you look at him and you can practically see the gears in his head starting to turn a little faster.
"Y-Y/N? Are you talking about..." then the gears suddenly stop. "Oh what am I saying, it can't be. Ahahaha! Let's go!" starts walking again as if nothing happened
Your jaw drops and you're forced to just DIRECTLY tell him you're talking about him.
"...Oh...Oh! F-For real?! Oh...Sorry... I just thought... there's no way! B-But, I'm really glad! Really!"
Chongyun
"Hmm...He's a little shy...but he's very responsible,"
Chongyun stares at you intently and nods as if taking notes.
"He doesn't like spicy stuff,"
Chongyun nods twice, eagerly.
"He's very dedicated in learning about thaumaturgy,"
Chongyun blanks out, brows furrow but still nods. Slowly.
"He's really good with a claymore too!"
Chongyun stops and stares at you, you see a hint of red gracing his cheeks "Y/N...You can't possibly be...talking about... m-m-m-"
Can't seem to say it, so you outright say that it is, in fact, him.
Combusts into a tomato red
Cyno
"How do I say this...He's a pretty strict guy." The two of you are playing Invokation TCG during this convo.
"Mmhmm..." Cyno is focused on his cards, frankly he doesn't give a craps ass who you're into. He didn't even know why he asked, he just dug himself a hole.
"...but he really only takes his work seriously. It's his job to be serious, I guess. I think that's what Matras need to do," he finished his turn and its yours now, though he's still studying his cards intently. Until you get to the Matra part.
"He's a Matra?" You rarely see a surprised face on Cyno so you focus your gaze on him. "Which one?" He further asks. Honestly he looks about to murder someone.
You blank out a bit at how intense his stare was, "Well...You know. That one, the one who's really into Invokation TCG,"
He immediately follows up without missing a beat "I don't know anyone else who's into--" then it clicks.
It was so damn silent for a good 10 seconds. You clear your throat, tear your eyes off him "Um, it's your turn,"
STILL doesn't budge until he finally goes back to his cards with a whisper, you can't really tell but he looks slightly bashful and you can barely, BARELY hear him "...If I win then we go on a date,"
"Okay, and if you lose?"
Cyno "...I'm not gunna lose,"
"See, I told you he's a really serious guy,"
Dainsleif
"I think he's a very dedicated person," you get lost in thought a little, thinking about him. "Whenever I look at him...Sometimes I feel as if there's a certain sadness in him... Perhaps he blames himself for not being able to protect his nation,"
He IMMEDIATELY knows. And he knows that you hurt for him too. How could he not?
"He searches for answers... I don't know for how long, I suppose a long, long time," you close your eyes, imagining how long he must have been wandering Teyvat.
You only open your eyes when you feel a hand brush against yours. He's looking straight at you, neither happy nor sad. "...You don't have to feel that way, for my circumstances,"
The brush against your hand disappears and reappears next to your cheek, his fingers gently resting on it "...Knowing that you feel that way, has taken away some of the burden that I shoulder,"
His gaze suddenly hardens and his voice drops to a whisper, "But please, just don't end up in the same way as everyone else,"
Diluc (I don't know why I end up writing a whole novel for this guy. I guess he's my OG favourite)
You pause for a moment, wondering how to describe Diluc. "...Sometimes... I feel as if I know a lot about him and yet... he's still far off in the distance,"
Diluc, rifling through paperwork, doesn't even look at you. "...That tells me nothing about him," there's a bit of bite in his statement.
You sigh a little, "I mean, simply said he's a hardworking man. He always has Mondstadt's best interests in mind...but he prefers to work alone,"
He's silent, but you can still hear the paper shuffling.
"....but people love him. They care for him. I suppose I understand why he keeps a distance but..." at this point you don't even realize that you're just rambling and staring into space. Sort of in a daze of thinking out loud. "...isn't it lonely? ...I suppose I shouldn't assume how he feels. Maybe he's fine with it...I just wonder how long till he sees us..." there's silence, no ruffle of papers, you're still just staring at the bookshelf and you continue in a monotone voice. "...or sees me,"
You blink, and all of a sudden its as if a magic spell is cast on you and you wake up to the reality that you've been rambling about him. You sit up straight "Oh," then turn to him with a careful smile. You don't think he knows what or who you're talking about anyway. "I better get going," you stand, "Jean must be waiting for me."
You leave, and he doesn't stop you.
You don't really think anything of it, feeling as if your whole monologue was very vague...but to your surprise he knocks at your door in the evening, there's a bit of rain falling.
"Diluc? You're drenche--"
"I see you,"
The determination in his voice lulls you to keep quiet and only stare up at him, wondering if he had more to say, but instead of saying something, he leans in, wrapping his arms around you and resting his forehead on your shoulder, as if he had been defeated.
You only welcome his embrace, and, for the first time in a long time. Diluc finally feels like he's home.
Gaming
"Passion!" You nod your head as you say it. "He knows what he wants to do and is incredibly dedicated to it!"
Gaming looks surprised, has no idea you're talking about him. "Huh! That's really cool!" He thinks he's the total opposite. "Wish I could be as dedicated as him."
You kind of laugh out loud and he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. "What?"
"Gosh you really sell yourself short," you shake your head "Anyway, this guy, right, he kinda works two jobs," you put out your hand to count one and two "One, for the Secure Transport Agency and two, he's in a Wushou Troupe,"
Gaming instantly straightens his back and looks at you wide-eyed. You figure you had to be direct when it came to him otherwise he'd never get it with how modest he was.
"...You're...talking about...me?" You smile at him sympathetically.
"You know, Gaming, I wish you saw yourself the way others saw you. You're a great person,"
Big smile, but legit looks like he's about to cry. "Between the two of us? I think you're greater Y/N,"
Heizou
"...Honestly he's kind of a flirt," you raise your eyebrows at the fact and kind of question yourself why you like this kind of person. "Makes me wonder if he does that to everyone, you know?"
Heizou hums and puts his hand under his chin in a "thinking position"
"That's not enough evidence to go by. Perhaps we can investigate this guy together to see if he's worthy,"
You look at him, pursing your lips while musing and giving him a suspicious look. You're not sure if he's figured it out.
He's got no idea. I mean, it was a pretty general description. "Any distinguishing features?" he asks.
You look at him in a deadpan manner. "Red hair, I guess. And moles under his eyes,"
He looks back at you with a matching blank face.
Then breaks into a wide, close eyed grin. "I see! From experience, that person is truly trustworthy,"
You sigh a little, "Is he though?"
He chuckles heartily. "I promise you he is," offers you his hand with a genuine smile. "Let me show you,"
Itto
"Ummm... big, tall, strong looking guy. Intimidating at first look but he's actually a dork," you explain.
Itto crosses his arms above his chest with an unamused face. "Tch! No way! Ain't no one taller than me in Inazuma!" Then he looks smug again. "Anyway, keep goin'. What else?" Only asked you because he wants to see what your "type" is.
"...Popular? Nah... Infamous is the word, I think. He kinda gets into a lot of trouble,"
Itto raises a brow "You serious? Whaddyou want with someone like that?" as if he wasn't a troublemaker himself.
"I mean... He also loves life and somehow always sees the good side of things."
Itto "Eh... guess that's a good thing..." folds his arms behind his head and huffs.
This guy is never gunna get it so you drop more obvious hints. "He's an oni who has his own gang."
For a split second he looked like he was going to get it, and then... "WHAT?! There's another oni who wants to challenge the Arataki Gang?"
"That's not what I--"
punches his fist onto his palm "Lead the way Y/N, let me at 'em!"
"I'm talking about you!"
"Huh?"
"Itto, there's no other oni around town!" leave it to him to make you exasperated.
He quiets for a few seconds. "...But Y/N..."
You expectantly stare at him, curious what he was going to say about your confession.
"...Did you just call me a dork?"
Of course that's what he picks up on.
When he finally processes it though, he's stoked and on an all time high.
Kaeya
"...good at talking to people, and he knows it... Exudes charisma like he breathes air," You're saying this with a glare.
He chuckles and rests his head on his fist. "Why, pray tell, do you look angry when saying that?"
"Not angry..." you mumble under your breath, eyes trailing away from him. "Just... probably a lot of people like him,"
"And you don't like that?" He smirks. He totally knows.
"...No...Well...I'm okay with it... It's just... I think he's so much more than what he shows to others,"
That, he wasn't expecting. He actually feels genuinely touched.
"Sure he jokes around a lot...Is good at making people feel comfortable...but he's also kind...and you can always count on him," there's a faraway gaze in your eyes now, a small smile on your face. "To me, he's...a safe space."
Kaeya's smile drops. It looks like he's unhappy and you think that maybe you've made a mistake. Still...there's no way he knows that it's him, right? It was kinda vague...
You're about to stand and excuse yourself but he catches your wrist easily. "...You know..." he starts, meeting you eye to eye. He looks at you as if he's looking into your soul, his eyes the gentlest you've seen them.
"You make it so hard, not to fall deeper in love with you,"
Lyney (I have no idea how this ended up so dramatic)
"He isn't exactly a trickster...but he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve,"
Lyney "Oh?" Raises an eyebrow. Something kind of clicks in him, but he shakes it off. "The good kind or the bad kind?"
You stall a little, thinking of the answer, knowing that he's Fatui. "The...good...kind,"
"You don't sound very sure," he gives you a lopsided smile.
"It's complicated," you admit. "Regardless of the circumstances though, I think he's a great magician,"
You watch his face turn into surprise quite quickly, but he still looks and feels unsure of himself. "Oh, perhaps...I can learn a thing or two from him?"
Your smile turns forced and hard. He can't be serious? He STILL doesn't know, or...what?
"I...Well..." You don't know what to say next, but he seems to get the idea.
"Sorry, have I put you in a hard place? Ahaha..." Scratches the back of his head. "My apologies, I was just curious,"
This, for some reason, really puts you off and you feel as if you've been rejected, even though you technically had not outright told him that you're talking about him.
It seems silly for you to get upset, but you are. So you stand, and make a request of him. "Can we... just pretend this conversation didn't happen?" and you give him some sort of excuse that you need to run an errand or something, and you're off, leaving him feeling...guilty. But he doesn't know why. Or does he?
Lyney would look like the type of person who would be confident about himself. But, really, as a magician, he had to be 1000% sure about something before he went ahead with it, and so...that's where his doubt stemmed from.
Lynnette is really the one who knocks some sense into him. "...and you...let Y/N leave?" after hearing the story from him.
"Oh, Lyney... Regardless of what Y/N feels... For you, next to Freminet and I, is there someone else that you love dearly?"
That's how he ends up at your doorstep. Though you've seen his disappearing rose trick hundreds of times, he was the most sincere at that moment, when he says sorry that he didn't get the hint and to give him a chance.
Neuvillette
"Serious person. He seems to put his work first, above all else," you say. "I respect him a lot for that,"
Neuvillette is interested in what you say, but doesn't know at all that it's him. "He does sound quite respectable," he says while looking through some files.
"A long time ago he said that he feels like he's an outsider...but really I feel like there isn't anyone who knows Fontaine the way that he does,"
Neuvillette, moves the file he was reading downwards, just to look at you questioningly. "He's from Fontaine?" this was surprising to him.
"Well...he currently resides in Fontaine, yes," you nod.
"Ah," he answered curtly. "And I have never met him?" he asks.
"...He's very busy." you bite your lip, about to say something and you know that the next sentence is the point of no return. "He's the Iudex...so it's hard to catch him,"
You swear you can hear your heart hammering in your chest.
You see him put his files down and just stare at you with a sort of...unsure look.
His shoulders relax, he wasn't even aware he had been tense that whole time. "That... must have taken a lot of consideration and courage to say," he clears his throat.
You only nod your head slowly, moving your gaze away from him with an awkward smile. Hand absentmindedly grabbing a book and flipping through the pages...you had no idea what you were doing out of nervousness.
"I apologize...I'm unfamiliar with what to do in these kinds of situations... However," he pauses and seems to think carefully about what he was going to say next. "Please don't take it as a rejection. I'd be honored to navigate this with you, if you would so graciously have me,"
Scaramouche
"He's an asshole," you bite back a laugh.
He instantly knows.
"Actually he acts all tough only to give in to his inner-kind-of-agreeable-personality,"
He snorts
"What? Am I wrong?" you challenge him. You KNOW that he knows. The two of you have been hovering around each other for a while, and there's a certain closeness between the two of you. Though that line was never crossed.
He doesn't answer you back but prods you more. "Is that all? You like that he's an asshole? Are you some type of masochist?"
You almost laugh. "No, you moron. I'm saying he has a weird way of showing he cares. He's always biting my head about not being careful enough. But if he really didn't care he wouldn't be screaming at me, you know what I mean?"
Scaramouche grumbles something under his breath and crosses his arms, turning away from you.
"Say that again?" You ask, not hearing what he said.
"...I said, you're not as stupid as I thought you were," shrugs his concealed embarrassment off and turns back to you all nonchalant again. "Anyway, stop yapping and get going, we got things to do,"
Snatches your hand and starts pulling you to walk with him.
Tartaglia (I feel like this is ridiculously short but I also feel like Tartaglia would have known a LONG time ago if the two of you had the feels for each other)
"Oh man...Probably the most reckless man I know,"
Also knows. Instantly. But shuts his mouth just so he can listen to you talk about him, but it gets deep real quick.
"In my opinion he's a handsome guy. Real charming," you smirk the tiniest bit. "but I don't know if I can keep up with him, honestly. It's a little hard not knowing when he's going to come back...or if he's even gunna come back at all,"
You weren't going to hide the fact that you were scared shitless he didn't return from Fontaine for ages. You legitimately thought he had died.
Tartaglia stops you there, by suddenly cradling your cheek. "Y/N," he's wearing a pained expression. "I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, it's your job, right?" You reassure him, and shrug.
He sighs "Yes, but I'll promise this to you as I've promised my family," he smiles, the most confident smile you've seen on him. Even more confident than when he wields his blades. "I'll come back to you, I always will,"
Wriothesley
"Er... How do I say this... He kind of has some... big boss energy?"
"Oh?" he sips at his tea, glancing at you while he looks at today's paper. "So he's a bigshot?" he asks curiously.
"Somewhat, yes. Intimidating at first look, but...he just has a great sense of responsibility," you pick at the selection of cakes and cookies he has.
"Huh," he lets out in a quick huff. In the deepest, DEEPEST parts of his mind there is a NANOSECOND that he thinks its him but it gets erased so quickly he's not even sure that he had thought about it.
"Sounds like a good person... Any interesting, weird quirks?" he grins as he says this, yet again glancing at your expression.
Your lips tremble a bit at what you're about to say, because you're SURE he was going to get it once you say it. You gulp and feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand before you say out loud "He likes tea. I kind of wonder if it's an addiction," you can't meet his eyes.
He's looking at the paper he's reading but nothing.registers.in.his.brain.its.like.it.stopped.working.
You shift in the uncomfortable silence but he calmly folds up the newspaper and places it on his table. "...I'm inclined to ask, because it would be embarrassing if I got the wrong idea,"
"Mmhmm," you pop a cookie in your mouth to distract yourself.
"By any chance, are you...talking about me?"
"Mm," you nod your head, still not looking at him and glue your eyes on the cookies instead, out of embarrassment.
Suddenly chuckles. You brave a peek at him, now covering his eyes with a single hand, head tipped back to rest on his chair.
You're not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
"Sorry, no, it's just... I didn't think it would happen this way." Visibly takes in a big breath and sighs it out slowly. Seems to have regained his composure and is back to his confident self, smiling at you. "Thanks Y/N, I... don't think it's much of a secret that I enjoy your company too. I'm just a little embarrassed that you beat me to it...some big boss energy huh?"
Xiao
"...He takes on everything by himself. I worry about him," You look at the stars as you say this. Xiao doesn't say anything.
"But I'm glad that he's opening up a lot more now. It's great to see him among friends,"
Xiao has a feeling at this point, that its him you're talking about, but he still doesn't say anything and keeps his gaze in front of him rather than on you.
"Yes, the road in front of him is long but...he's also already come a long way," you sigh a little "The time of Rex Lapis has long gone, but he still sticks to his principles. I think his dedication is part of what I like about him,"
This is when he turns to you, blank look on his face, contemplating on what to do. When you turn to meet his gaze, its then that he decides to bridge the gap between the two of you, shoulder to shoulder, leaning in sideways to catch your lips in a chaste and rather shy kiss.
"You should give a bit of credit to yourself, for putting up with me all these years, Y/N,"
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matt sturniolo x fem!reader
-matt and readers first date ends with her on top of him in his living room
cw: minors dni making out, dry humping, praise kink, pet names and use of âgood girlâ, a little dirty talk, no use of y/n, one mention of Matt knocking someone out and one mention of throw up and someone dying but its just a thought :D
a/n: continuation of Vigilante this one is very fluffy then it gets a lil smutty at the end, the blue text in the beginning are text messages, not many warnings this is pretty mild
also the title is from the beabadoobee song and the notes of cologne i described are versaceâs dylan blue itâs one of my favs and gives Matt vibes
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A day has passed since your unexpected meeting with Matt, the entire time since has consisted of you typing out a message, rereading it, deleting all of it then promptly throwing your phone away from you.
It was sort of silly how nervous you were to reach out when it had been his idea to give you his number, but you were worried maybe it was simply a courtesy, he couldâve thought youâd need someone to recount how you got home, or you may have choked on your vomit, died in your sleep and the police would need him to explain his connection.
Your spiraling thoughts make you take a deep breath, you knew you were a bit of an over-thinker but even you found this train of thought to be utterly ridiculous. That small realization might have been the reason you crossed your room to where your phone lay on the carpet.
The text was nothing special- hey, Matt, itâs me, from the club the other night :)
Youâd rather start off boring as opposed to overbearing and maybe reveal too much of your personality, more than you already did asking the guy to carry you to bed like a baby. Shaking the thought from your head and tucking your red face into your hands, you think about how different you acted that night, not different like you were playing a character, different in the way that you werenât playing a character.
Maybe it shouldâve concerned you how easily he endeared himself to you, if it wasnât for the context in which you two met and the way the rest of the night played out, you would think he was just some serial charmer, working you over before moving onto the next one.
Something about Matt made you feel comfortable enough to let go of the barriers you put up when youâre with anyone else. Just as you start to lose yourself in your thoughts about the brunette boy, you hear your phone chime. He replied, he replied and for some reason youâre entirely shocked that he would even text you back.
Hey there, itâs good to hear from you! How are you feeling?
Reading Mattâs text makes you smile. To think that he still cared enough to check up on you, his character showed even through the phone. You reply back to tell him you woke up feeling disoriented, but you did at least remember the events of the previous night.
You also canât help but let him in on how sweet and thoughtful it was of him to leave his number, you donât let him know this part but you had fallen asleep, hearing him lock your door behind him, with the lingering thought of how foolish it was that you hadnât asked for a way to contact him. Mattâs reply is swift;
I have to admit, I left my number for my own selfish reasons. I wouldâve been kicking myself for the rest of my life if that was the last time i saw you.
This message has your face burning, cheesy smile splitting your face, you canât think of a reply fast enough as you fall heavily onto your bed and roll to your stomach. Kicking your feet behind you and staring at the words on your screen, you feel emboldened by his admission.
i was too nervous to tell you, but after you left i regretted not getting your number, was worried i wouldnât see you again⌠would you maybe want to go on a date with me?
Now youâre really feeling nervous butterflies, your blush moving to your chest as you await his reply, tucking your face into your folded arms. When the beep of a notification goes off a couple of seconds later, you canât get yourself to look.
The fear of rejection when you first texted him paled in comparison to how your palms sweat and heart raced thinking of his response. After a minute of stalling, you finally pick up your phone to read the response.
Iâm relieved you didnât take me leaving my number the wrong way, I thought you might take me for a creep. I would love to take you on a date :) When are you free next?
A soft giggle bubbles out of you, a giddy feeling rolling in your stomach as you bite the tip of your finger, thinking about Matt on the other end of the line. Flopping onto your back, phone laying on your chest, you wonder if heâs feeling the same way you are, maybe heâs out driving around or he could be sitting at a desk somewhere diverting his attention between work and you.
Checking the clock you see itâs nearing 8 PM, but itâs a Friday so you text back to tell Matt youâre free all day tomorrow, asking if that would work for him. When Matt texts you back all he says is;
Iâll pick you up at noon tomorrow?
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Waking up around 8:00 is pretty unfitting for you but youâre absolutely buzzing for your date. After Mattâs text setting the time of your meeting you both continued chatting for a bit, agreeing together to go out for lunch.
You were excited that you wouldnât have to wait around until dinnertime like you usually would for a date, anyways you were infinitely more excited for this one than any date youâve been on before.
Thoughts swirl of what youâll wear and how Matt will look when he picks you up (address still logged in his Apple maps, so it was the obvious option) while you make a morning coffee. You wistfully move around your apartment, performing your morning routine as if youâre in a fairytale, head in the clouds.
As the time nears closer and the nerves once again set in, you take a long, hot shower, spending time on your skincare regime, way more time than you usually would. You even decide to crack open the expensive body oils and tinctures you keep for special occasions. Slipping on your silk robe and wringing the water from your hair, you move to your vanity, clicking on the lights around your mirror.
You apply a light smattering of makeup; curling your lashes, lining your eyes with a neutral shadow and finishing off with your favorite lipgloss, before drying and styling your hair. Slipping off your robe, you spread on a lightly scented lotion, rubbing your everyday fragrance oil from your wrist to the pulse points on your neck as well as your hips and shoulders.
Deciding to keep your outfit casual, but still elegant, you pull a mini, lace a-line dress off itâs hanger. Pairing it with a slightly cropped cardigan, buttoning it just once before slipping on some chunky socks with your favorite shoes. You top off the look with your everyday jewelry and a thin cream bow in your hair.
Checking your phone, you see a text from Matt letting you know heâs leaving now and will be arriving in the next twenty minutes, you open your purse throwing in your keys, wallet, and a small bag of makeup for touch ups, along with some other essentials you like to always have on hand. Straightening out your dress, taking a last look in the mirror and adding a light spray of perfume before gingerly walking to your apartmentâs lobby to wait for your dates arrival.
As soon as Mattâs contact lights up your phone screen with a call all the nervous jitters return to you, being slightly forgotten with how busy you were to perfect your look and make sure you felt as confident as possible before leaving your front door, theyâve now come back with a vengeance.
You clear your throat before bringing the phone to your ear. âHi, Iâm in the lobby, are you outside?â, youâre pleased at how steady your voice comes out, trying not convey just how much you had been overthinking.
âHello! Iâm actually walking up to the door right now, Iâll see you soon, okay?â, his words bring a smile to your face, of course heâs not the kind of guy to make you search for his car in the parking lot. Before you can even reply you see Matt pulling open the door to your building, a blinding smile and a wave of his hand greeting you.
âMatt! Hi, itâs really good to see you⌠I canât lie I was sort of nervous, seeing you I feel a lot better.â Pairing your words with a shy smile, you walk over to meet Matt as he walks over to you, he looks incredible wearing a thick black sweater, falling just above the waistline of his dark-wash jeans, paired with a black fiddlerâs cap. The sleeves of his top are rolled slightly to show off his scatter of tattoos, the entire look leaves you blushing.
As you take one more timid step closer to him, he holds open his arms, confidently coming to stand right in front of you welcoming you into a hug. All the tension you felt melted away as you accept his invitation, moving to wrap your arms around his waist, his coming to lock around your shoulders.
âHey there, ya look beautiful, no need to be nervous. âS really good seeing you too.â
Your smile never leaves your face as you keep your face nestled into his chest, surrounded by the scent of him. It was something you hadnât remembered until it was presented to you again, his cologne, it was slightly oceanic. Notes of something airy, but deep, a subtle spice while still having a citrusy freshness to it.
Feeling the side of his face pressing down on top of your head and the way his right hand sits heavily in between your shoulder blades makes you forget that youâre supposed to move from this spot, that Matt didnât come here just for a long hug and that you two were supposed to be heading on to continue your day.
Matt slightly steps back, keeping his hands on your shoulder as he smiles down to you, âReady to go?â You nod up to him and reach up to take his hand off your shoulder and lacing your fingers through his, cheeks hurting from how hard youâre smiling. Mattâs own smile brightens at your gesture, taking one last long look over your figure before gesturing with his head for you to follow him out to the car.
Youâre now both seated at a quaint diner you always walked by but never stopped at. The short drive from your apartment had been filled with Mattâs playlist (you noticed the title; Soft) humming quietly through the car, the both of you exchanging shy smiles and fleeting glances, and still your butterflies persisted; but they had calmed from the anxious variety to a subtle, exciting, murmur.
âSo⌠what made you finally message me, I was sittinâ around all that time, waiting for ya.â, Mattâs words are said with an impish expression, jovial smile playing at his features. Once again you felt that pull, like you couldnât lie to Matt if someone paid you, if it was anyone else this might have annoyed you but something about this boy, and the spell it seems heâs putting you under, does nothing to deter you.
âHonestly? I was kind of embarrassed about how we met, I mean you carried me to bed.â Your words are followed by a sheepish chuckle which Matt enthusiastically returns,
âCâmon you donât have to be embarrassed about that, I actually happened to enjoy tucking you into bed.â his words are teasing but the smile heâs flashing you is warm and sincere.
Leaning onto his elbows on the table between you, getting a bit closer to your face, he looks down to your lips as he continues speaking, âCarrying you to your room mightâve been my favorite part, wouldnât mind doing it again⌠Yâknow, if you ever need me to.â As he says this, he reaches out to take your hand into his own, âIâm glad it was me that night, I- I just mean⌠Iâm glad I know you now.â
Listening to his words, entranced by the way he speaks, with only one thought running through your mind. Like your mouth has a mind of its own, you blurt out; âCan I kiss you?â
The instant heat to your face and the change on his face, mouth dropping slightly, still with the same smug smile, makes you widen your eyes.
What is it about this guy that makes me want to embarrass myself?!?
âI-â, before you can get a word out, Mattâs eyes soften. Examining you for a second, he puts his free hand to your jaw, leaning just a bit closer to capture your lips in a deep kiss.
It was incredible. Slow and easy, itâs not the kind of kiss that leads to something else, heâs kissing you like itâs all he wanted, like he could just do this forever, his nose brushing against you as he moves with the way you do, tongue just barely brushing your lips as if heâs introducing you to the way he kisses, itâs making you melt.
The minute he pulls away, you feel yourself tilting forward to chase his lips. You, as well as Mattâs large hand on your cheek, stops your movement. The look in his eyes is heavy, his thumb strokes softly against the apple of your cheeks, never breaking eye contact with you while you feel your head get fuzzy, focusing on the way he licks his lips.
âY-youâre really good at thatâŚâ, you giggle as you say it, no longer concerned with feeling stupid around him. Matt moves the hand on your cheek up to your hair, smoothing down where your locks had fallen into your face, beaming at your words.
âHowâd you guess flattery works so well on me?â, heâs now moving to the other side of the booth to sit next to you. Matt doesnât let go of your hand, just lets your locked fingers rest on his leg between you two. Smirking down at the way youâre blushing for him, he leans down to whisper closer to your ear, âWanna get out of here?â
Turning your head to face him, your nose brushes his face heâs that close. âYes, pleaseâŚâ, you nod and squeeze his hand lightly. Matt stands up and leads you out to his car, holding the door for you on your way out.
Matt asks if youâd like to go back to his place, saying itâs only fair since he got to see your bedroom already. Of course, you agree. Your lips are still tingling from his kiss, the hand he was previously holding yours with, is now squeezing your thigh as he drives. You thought the feelings you had for him before were intense, but now you almost feel like youâre gonna explode if you donât get your lips back on his.
Pulling into Mattâs garage, he turns to meet your eyes, âWeâre here, my brothers are home, you can meet âem if youâd like?â, you nod at his suggestion, âI would love to.â You canât seem to wipe the smile from your face.
The second the door shuts behind you a voice calls out from the top of the stairs, âMatt? Is that you?â, to which Matt responds back affirmatively. âHowâd the date go, bro?!â, the voice nears, then a head of shaggy hair and a backwards cap pops over the banister, looking down to you two.
âOh-â, the boy says as he now takes notice of your presence as Matt leads you up the steps. âSorry, hi, didnât realize Matt had company.â the boys look changes from surprise to a cheeky smile, wiggling his eyebrows. Matt scoffs and turns to you shaking his head, before shooting a look up at his brother, âJesus, Chris have a little decorum, dude.â, as you reach the living room and come face to face with who you now can identify as Chris, Matt moves his free hand between you two, âThis is my brother, Chris, he wasnât dropped or anything heâs just like that.â
This sentence spurs Chris into a raucous laughing fit, you canât help but join as he breathlessly says; âGod, you are funny, isnât he funny?â, Matt is now rolling his eyes, but he canât deny the smile stretching over his face as he gently tugs your hand, leading you to sit on the couch.
Chris is on one side of the sectional sitting heavily into the cushions, still trying to catch his breath. Matt stands in front of you where youâre perched politely on the edge of the seat, posture perfect, like youâre trying to make the best first impression.
âYou can get comfortable, take your shoes off if youâd like, want anything to drink?â, his reassurance is helping ease your nerves, itâs not that youâre uncomfortable, you just always felt a little awkward when in a new place with new people. Shooting a thankful smile to Matt, you slide back in the sofa to slump further against the backrest. âYes, please, uhm Iâll just have whatever youâre having.â
When Matt leaves your side to walk into the kitchen, you toe off your shoes, moving them to the side of the couch and out of the way. Chris sits up, resting his elbows on his knees and turns to look at you, as you tuck your leg under yourself, getting more comfy in your seat. âSo howâd you guys meet? This kid doesnât tell me anything.â
Laughing lightly you look over to Chris, âItâs sort of a crazy story, uh, he saw me outside that club downtown, uhm this guy was trying to get me to leave with him and your brother came up, knocked the guy out and ended up driving me homeâŚâ, you blush relaying the story.
Chrisâ mouth drops open and he straightens up, looking behind you to where Matt is. âOkay so thatâs why your knuckles were busted and you came home in the middle of the night, Batman! Iâm telling you this guy is more tight-lipped than the secret service.â, he shakes his head in awe, âThatâs insane, are you okay? Sounds pretty scary.â
You nod as you see Matt coming back to the couch, handing you a glass of water as he settles into the cushion right next to you, throwing his arm over the couch behind you. âYes, yeah, everythingâs fine now, just⌠probably shouldnât go back to that club.â, you mumble out the last part and Matt moves his arm down to your shoulders pulling you closer into him.
âNah, you should be able to go where you want to without freaks like that. Yâknow our brother Nick really likes that place, if you ever need an escort. Plus he has the same face as Matt, but heâs way more vicious if you could believe it, that creep wouldnât even look at you wrong.â
You smile at Chrisâ words, finding out Mattâs brothers are just as kind and sweet as him warms your heart. âI guess youâre right, just, yeah it shook me up a lot. Maybe Iâll take you up on that,â you face your attention to Matt, who you noticed is already looking down at you, âWhere is your older brother?â, the boy next to you shakes his head lightly, ââM not quite sure, heâs always out, the total opposite of me.â, He finishes his sentence with a sheepish look.
Chris stands up while checking his phone, âSpeaking of which, Iâm actually about to bounce too, gonna get dinner with Sam.â Matt nods to Chris as he makes his way down the stairs, before refocusing his attention to you.
As soon as Chris is out of sight, you put your glass onto the table in front of you, with a new sense of confidence under Mattâs heady gaze, straightening up, you attach your lips to his, hand coming to rest on his knee thats bent on the couch between you. Your boldness mustâve caught Matt by surprise as he makes a soft gasping noise, instantly moving his hands to the sides of your neck and pulling you deeper into the kiss. This time itâs entirely more intense than your first kiss, which in comparison would be considered soft.
Mattâs kissing you like heâs hungry, like he has to kiss the air out of your lungs for himself. Itâs messy and greedy, and you feel like you canât keep up with his pace, but itâs turning you on in a way youâve never been.
The feeling of being wanted so much feels so unfamiliar to you, the needy dominance heâs pouring into the kiss is making you feel lightheaded. Mattâs hands move from your neck down your back and to your thighs, he reaches under you and uses his grip to manhandle you into his lap.
Breaking from the kiss, you throw your head back, chest heaving as you try and suck in as much air as possible, before Matt is laying on his back, using one hand on the back of your neck and one on your waist to pull you on top of him and back to his mouth. A small whimper leaves you as youâre now sitting completely on top of him, chest pressed to his, and your panties are right on his belt buckle. You feel his hips rolling up into you, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud moan, âMatt- MattâŚâ, he moves his lips to trail over your cheeks and jawline as you tuck your face into his neck, hiding the blazing blush over your face, âFuck, so prettyâŚâ, his voice is an octave deeper as his breath fans against your ear, his hands are all over you, rubbing up and down your waist, moving one hand to cup your jaw, pulling you back to look at him.
âSo fuckinâ good, doll⌠Want you to grind on me, hm? Can you do that?â, your face is about two centimeters away from his, the way heâs looking up to you, his eyes pleading and your sparkly lipgloss shimmering on his lips and chin, you couldnât possibly deny him.
Readjusting on his lap, moving to sit directly on his hard-on, causing Matt to let out the most delicious whine youâve ever heard. âMmm~ yes, yeahâ, nodding frantically you sit up straight, hands on Mattâs chest as his lock tightly onto your hips, he doesnât shift you, just holds on waiting for your move.
You start by circling your hips shyly, grinding down into him, feeling his jeans get tighter, it makes your whole body hot. Looking down, furrowing your brow and whimpering slightly at the sensation of him letting himself be used to get you off, âFuck, Matt, so hot, feels so good, thank you~â, he groans deeply, squeezing your hips and bucking up into you. âAlways so polite, huh? Good fucking girl, just how you need it, just take it from me, baby⌠Fuuuuck, got me so hard just from your lipsâŚ.â
The way he talks to you makes your mind blank, hips stuttering as you feel yourself getting closer, âCanât- Matt, âm gonna-â, your words cut off as you continue grinding down onto him, his hips still working under you, matching your rhythm even as it changes, Matt pulls you by the back of your head to kiss at your face, speaking in between each one, ââS okay, baby, I want you to, want you to come undone, doing so good, fâmeâŚ~â
Your breathing picks up as you start to fist his shirt into your hands, hips speeding up as Matt grabs at you again, helping your movements by guiding you to grind deeper into him. âUh huh, there ya go, sweetheart, are you gonna cum, baby? Just let go~ âs alrightâŚâ, his voice comes out right next to your ear as your face is tucked into his chest, muffling the strangled moans being pulled from you.
One last sharp thrust from Matt is what sends you over, letting out a loud whine, burying your head farther into him as you grip onto his sweater tighter. âFuck yeah, good job, baby. Need ya to let it all out for me⌠thaatâs it⌠good girl~â, you feel one of Mattâs hands come to rest on the back of your head, soothing you.
Your noises donât cease as Matt continues moving under you, your body going limp on top of him, âM-matt, too much, too good⌠pleaseâŚâ, the overstimulation on your sore clit makes you shake. âOkay okay, doll. Youâre alright⌠Atta girlâ, he smooths down your hair, patting your back as you come down from your orgasm.
You catch your breath while you cuddle into the side of his neck, your hands unfurl from his top as Matt keeps an arm wrapped around your back, sitting up with you still in his lap. âYâokay, kid?â, he whispers into your ear, rubbing up and down the small of your back, using his left hand to push your hair off your face and tilting your chin up to look at him.
When you lock eyes with him, you give him a dazed look, smiling lazily. âMâokay, that⌠did- did you⌠finish?â, suddenly you start feeling shy again, which you know is stupid since you just rode this guy with all your clothes still on. Matt chuckles, his smile is sheepish as he speaks, âHow could I not have, youâre a proâŚâ His teasing praise makes you laugh as you sit up a bit, playfully smacking his chest, âStop.â you once again tuck into his chest, hiding your embarrassment.
âOkay, Iâll stop teasing. Seriously though you do not have to worry about me, ya looked so good, princess. I like seeing you all blissed out like that, youâre gorgeous.â, he leans into you, kissing from your cheek to your jaw, coming to kiss under your ear before whispering into it, âCanât wait to see how pretty you look while I fuck you stupid.â, and you swear you can hear the smirk in his words.
part 3
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Hiii. Can I request a oneshot based on this HAHAHAH pleasee please like short oneshot will do!!! đĽ°đĽ° https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768423753034104832/seungcheol-jihoon-isnt-answering-his-phone?source=share
đ do not disturb (jihoon x reader)
or: jihoon always answers. no questions asked.
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footnotes: i debated the ethics (ethics?!) of taking this on, but i'm ultimately weak to anything and everything uji-related. prompt is fully by @svtsofthours ⥠word count: >980
Jihoon has a bad habit of leaving his phone on 'Do Not Disturb' mode.
In his line of work, getting in the flow was the most important thing. Inspiration could be dashed as easily as it came, and Jihoon's not about to risk his momentum being killed by a TikTok from Vernon or a 'wyd?' from Wonwoo.
His members call him vicious for it, but Jihoon is also the first to remind them that everything he does is for them. That's always the quickest way to shutting them up.
There are still ways to reach him, of course, when he's in the zone. Some members will drop by the studio unannounced. Some know to go through Jihoon's manager instead.
And some have begun to realize that they could simply just ask you.
It's another one of those long evenings, the type that has Jihoon feeling like his retinas are burning from all the time he's spent at his DAW. He doesn't remember the last time he looked away from the song he's working on, but it's a small price to pay for what he thinks is shaping up to be a potential title track. He just needs to tweakâ
The thought is disrupted by the shrill ring of his cellphone.
Without so much of a second thought, Jihoon is reaching for the device and answering the call without even checking the ID. He has at least enough wits to know that he's been on 'Do Not Disturb' since he stepped into the studio, which means the caller could only be one person.
"Hi, honey," he says.
His voice is a tired rasp but the fondness bleeds through all the same. The sudden reprieve has him sinking a little further into his computer chair, like he's just registered how utterly spent he is.
That exhaustion pales in comparison to the warmth that floods his chest when you greet him back with your ever-so sweet, "Hey, darling. Still in the studio?"
You already know the answer, and yet you still ask. Jihoon feels a little endeared by it as he absentmindedly runs his free hand over his face. "You know it," he says. "What's up?"
"Seungcheol and Soonyoung have been trying to get in touch with you," you inform him.
Jihoon raises an eyebrow. He pulls his phone away from his ear to check his lockscreen and, sure enough, you're right. Six (6) missed calls from Coups-hyung. Six (6) missed calls from Hamzzi.
"I've been working," Jihoon says into the receiver as he brings his phone back up. "Are they with you right now?"
"Just Seungcheol. Hereâ"
Jihoon has half a mind to tell you, no, please, do not pass the phone over to Seungcheol, but the leader's whining voice is already piercing through the call. "You answered their call in less than ten seconds!" Seungcheol proclaims, the pout in his voice audible. "What the hell, Jihoon-ah?!"
"It wasn't less than ten seconds," Jihoon protests weakly, feeling the tips of his ears burn red at the insinuation of just how fast he could fold when it came to you.
Seungcheol doesn't give a damn about semantics. His point still stands. "You didn't answer a single one of my calls," the older boy complains. "I can't believe this!"
So help me, God. Jihoon knows he's already going to have to get the man one pastry or another to compensate for this misgiving. "Right, sorry, sorry," Jihoon huffs out. "Why were you calling, anyway?"
Seungcheol bitches and moans for a couple more minutes before eventually breaking the news about some brand endorsement that they need to sign on for. Jihoon promises to check his e-mail and have the contract in before the morning, which doesn't really appease Seungcheol.
Even as the leader passes the phone back to you, he's mumbling something like 'unbelievable' and 'ungrateful kid'. Jihoon rolls his eyes despite the fact that neither of you can see it.
His mounting annoyance ebbs at your voice, at your gentle question of, "When are you going to finish up?"
Jihoon lets out a low hum, eyeing the aborted song on his laptop. He had wanted to make changes on somethingâ the bridge? the chorus?â but the idea was gone now, replaced only with the crick in his neck and the ache of longing.
"I think I could wrap up for the night," he decides. "We can order in some pizza and watch that drama you like. How does that sound?"
Jihoon can hear the way you try to tamp down your excitement in favor of tentatively asking, "Are you sure? I can always wait for you, darling."
And, oh, he loves you for it. He loves that your first and foremost concern is the disruption to his work, the easy way he throws it all aside in favor of a night in with you. Jihoon is usually much stronger than this, he swears.
But he's a weak, weak man whenever you come calling.
"I'm sure," he says. "See you in ten."
"See you. Take care." A beat. And then, you add in a whisperâ almost like you're a little abashed to be saying it in front of Seungcheolâ "I love you."
Even though there's nobody around to hear him say it, even though the words are yours and yours alone, Jihoon's voice softens to match your tone.
"I love you, too. Can't wait to come home to you, honey."
Jihoon ends the call at that because he knows you have a thing about not wanting to be the one to put down the phone. He stares down at his device and its Notification Center, where there's dozens of missed calls, texts, and e-mails. Evidence of what he's ignored in favor of the craft.
His 'Do Not Disturb' stays on, with only one exception to the rule: All notifications are allowed from you.
svtsofthours' post ->
Seungcheol: Jihoon isnât answering his phone. You: Iâll call. Seungcheol: Soonyoung and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thinkâ Jihoon: Hi, honey.
#jihoon x reader#woozi x reader#lee jihoon x reader#jihoon fluff#woozi fluff#jihoon imagines#woozi imagines#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#ŕ¨ŕ§ penned by ylangelegy#ŕ¨ŕ§ muse .á svt#( god. the things i would do 4 this Man )
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Hi hi! Can I request a Toji x fem! Reader whoâs really quiet in bed, because of an ex (like, maybe he tells her that the sounds she makes arenât pleasant and things like that??)
OH MY GOD??!?!? HELLOOO!!! I'M FEELING SO SPOILED TODAY đ¤đ¤ yes yes yes yes yes THANK YOU ANON đ it's a little angsty AGAIN (don't know what's up with me tbh) but very sweet
Don't Be Shy â
Everything feels fragile. New feelings, new headspace, new man. Thinking about it made your stomach twist and turn in complicated bows... He's so handsome. So strong. So dreamy. God, what if I fuck it all up?
It was all new... the feeling of his hips grinding up into yours as you grip onto his strong, wide shoulders, biting down into your bottom lip to stop your sounds in their tracks.
"Mm fuck baby, you feeling good?" Toji's grunts and light tap on your hip pulls you from your flurry of worries.
"Uh yeah, yeah, it's really good, Toji." You mumble, feeling your breath hitch in your chest, attempting to hold back you gasps as the pressure of Toji's bulge crashes perfectly with your clit.
"Gotta tell me bubs... I don't know this pretty body yet. Gotta help me learn." He huffs out as your hands travel under his fitted black shirt.
You simply nod, feeling your cheeks warm up as you and Toji exchange the same warm air between quick breaths.
You feel yourself loosen up the wetter you get, biting onto the back of your hand and clenching your stomach, subtly compressing your moans.
Taking a deep breath, you work up the courage to at least talk.
"Okay, fuck okay, I want you inside please." Missing the way Toji smirks, you quickly get your sentence out as fast as possible before a moan can slip out, concentrating hard on keeping your voice as steady as possible.
"Alright, princess, c'mere." Toji flips you onto your back, gently tugging down your pants along with your soaked panties.
You cover your mouth as you feel Toji's hot breath on your quivering pussy, looking up at the ceiling.
Toji's good. Really good. You can tell simply by the way he operates that he's skilled. Experienced.
He's been with other girls. Seen other girls. Heard other girls. And all of a sudden, it all comes back to you.
"Uhm, you don't... you don't have to prep me or anything. We can just do it, I'll be okay." Pushing away his head when you realize he's about to taste you, you situate yourself, sitting up on your elbows.
Toji is shocked as he hovers above you, glaring in confusion.
"Are you sure? I really don't think that's a good idea bubba." Softly, he glides his middle and pointer finger along your slit, assessing if you were even close to being wet enough.
"No, no I'm sure. I'll be alright." Sitting up slightly, you paw at the waist band of his gray sweatpants, watching in delight as his cock strains against the fabric. Pulling them down, you distract him by grazing his tip with your delicate finger, making him shudder.
"Fuck~ alright babygirl..." He mumbles, laying you back down as your legs automatically spread, humping his veiny cock against your heat, getting it as wet as possible.
His sharp, commanding eyes focus on your face as he slowly pushes himself in, attempting to gage any type of reaction from you.
It burned. Really bad, it burned as he slowly stretched you out, feeling like you were being split in half at your core. You laid there quietly, softly breathing out as the pain subsided and pleasure picked up.
The physical and emotional intensity inside your chest suffocated you as Toji began thrusting into you, shallow and slow. It felt so good. He felt so good.
But you couldn't make a noise. You couldn't be ugly. You'd embarrass yourself, you'd turn him off. You'd ruin it.
"You always this quiet, doll? Makin' me nervous." Toji quirked his head to the side, less than pleased as he slid in and out of you and you just laid there, only sign of life being your blinking eyes.
"Yeah, I guess so." You mumble, praying he'd drop it. It's so humiliating. What's worse than being an ugly moaner? Your signs of pleasure are grating and unattractive... at least, that's what he said.
The last man you laid yourself out for, being totally vulnerable with, someone you thought was utterly attracted to you, no matter what. The sex was good... so good that you were moaning and whimpering under him.
God, he was so harsh. You never thought you would be so politely degraded after sex, all over the way you sound.
Tears well up in your distant eyes, and before you even feel it, Toji sees it.
"Shit! Shit, fuck are you okay? Are you hurt? What's wrong bub?" He pulls out of you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his shoulder.
"No, nothing, nothing it's so stupid." You shake your head, wiping your tears as Toji cradles you.
"I should've known sweets, I'm sorry. You've been off. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" You feel the stress building up around you, a warm all-encompassing feeling breaking you down from the inside out.
"Don't want you to think I'm ugly." You whisper into his shoulder.
"Huh? Baby, I'm lookin' at you right now. You're beautiful, you know that." His dark eyebrows furrow as he looks you over.
"No, no. My voice. My sounds. I don't want you to think I sound bad... My ex... he said- he um said that ummm... God this is so embarrassing. Um he said that I sound bad... that I turned him off. So I don't want to um, I don't want you to be less attracted to me, 's all." You sob out, explaining yourself as shame overtakes you, dignity leaving your body through salted tears.
"Oh. What a dumb prick. Don't think about that ass. I want to hear you, you kidding me? Let me hear you... okay?"
Slowly, you nod, detaching yourself from Toji's shoulder, laying back down.
"Okay, bub?" Toji repeats, drawing sloppy circles on your clit with his bulbous head, coaxing a genuine, surprised gasp from your throat.
"Okay... okayy." You gently speak out, a long, staggered breath freeing itself from your system.
"Therrree we go, sweetheart. Just let it out. Such a pretty little girl." Keeping his thumb pressed to your sensitive clit, he slides himself back in, basking in pride as he hears the smallest moan slip from your pretty parted lips. Gotta start somewhere.
"Give it to me, baby," Was the only warning you got before Toji began hammering into your puffy little cunt, forcing gasps and moans from you. Quickly you move your hand up to your mouth to cover your embarrassment, but Toji grabs your wrist, pining it beside your ear.
"Fuck, fucckkk sounds so good baby. Pretty little moans." He praises as he kisses along your jaw, forcing himself deeper into you. He knows he hit your sweet spot when your most blissed-out noise filled the room, signaling to his brain the beginning of his orgasm, bubbling in the pit of his toned stomach.
"Keep moaning like that and I'm gonna fill you up. Fuck, gonna make me cum... you close, bubba? Come on, talk to me." His encouragement works you up even more, making you feel brave.
"Mhm yeah, 'm really close Toji. Wanna cum with you." You moan out as his thrusts increase, then completely still all at once.
Your voice. God, your voice. Just hearing it had Toji gripping onto your hips and cumming on the spot. His orgasm triggers yours, your confident moans almost making him hard again.
"So good. So beautiful. Pretty moans for a pretty girl." Toji grins, breaking the peaceful ambience of the room.
"Wanna hear you for the rest of my life, pretty."
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
Thank you so so much anon!! Kisses! đ
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May I req headcanons for diasomnia reacting to a reader who had really long hair getting it cut, like, shoulder length or shorter?
I hope you get well soon. Take care of yourself in the meantime!
this is cute I like this :)
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË short hair
type of post: headcanons characters: sebek, silver, lilia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu
it's not that Sebek is oblivious, it's just that you're standing next to Malleus right now, and he tends to become blinded by the sight of his two favorite people in the same room. he can still tell that something is off, but he's busy imagining how this magnificent scene would look like as a painting hung above his bed when you ask him if he's noticed anything different
"OF COURSE I HAVE! your complexion simply glows when you're next to my liege!"
then he very confidently walks away
(when he does realize, he walks all the way to your dorm at 9 PM to loudly compliment you)
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Silver tends to notice little things about you all the time. even when he's not awake. the you he sees in the dreamscape is always picturesque, so he knows that you've done something different with your hair before you even see each other
of course, when you do, the first thing he says is that he likes it, it frames your face nicely, and shorter hair is better for combat because it's more difficult to grab
...very straight forward, very seriously, very Silver
if you didn't know him already, you might be freaked out, but, luckily, you know how meaningful a compliment like this is
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
you just know Lilia is going to ask if he can do it next time. honestly, he's offended you didn't come to him first! he would've given the both of you the same haircut... what? no? awwww...
he gets over it fast, though he still not-so-subtly offers to bleach and dye it to match his...
do not fall asleep around this man fr
otherwise, if you'll let him, he'd enjoy playing with your hair
twirling his fingers around it, flicking it, braiding it, gently tugging it, it's just fun for him. he's weird (<3)
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
okay. Malleus, the prince of not being able to handle change, is just a little upset you didn't even tell him you were going to cut it. of course, he knows it's not his place, and he can't (and also wouldn't) tell you what to do, but, to him, it's another harrowing reminder that humans have a completely different relationship with time
(he's in his philosophical era, don't worry about him. or do?)
he consults Lilia, and then broods about it, as he does
and then once he's over his melodramatic intermission, comes to really like it
really! you'd look cute in anything, of course, but there's something about this style that is really alluring to him
so pretty, he could stare at you all day!
I mean, like, more than he already does
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#sebek zigvolt x reader#silver x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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best daddy ever
Summary:Â When Sam drops by unannounced, he discovers something new about Bucky.
Pairing:Â thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings:Â teasing, pet names, daddy kĂŹnk, language, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 1K
Bucky Barnes masterlist
A/N:Â I really hope youâll enjoy it!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
âYou know thatâs not funny, right?â
You giggle when you hear his broody tone as you make your way to the kitchen. You donât realize that his words are not directed at you until you almost have a heart attack.
Of course you scream in shock when you see Sam sitting casually at your table while Bucky is leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed.
He immediately rushes toward you, though, when you place a hand on your chest. Your heart is beating so fast.
âAre you okay, honey?â
The way he casually wraps his arm around your waist casually to pull you closer in front of Sam makes you melt. You might never get used to him initiating PDA, but it makes you really happy.
âIâm okay, Iâm sorry for screaming.â
You know heâs about to scold you for apologizing, but thankfully Sam speaks first.
âHi, cutie. No worries, I came to annoy your tinman.â
You donât even have to look at Bucky to know heâs rolling his eyes, his grip tightening on your hip as he groans.
âHow many times do I have to tell you not to call her that?â
âSo you donât think sheâs cute?â
You bring your hand to his chest just to distract him a bit. Sam loves to push his buttons almost as much as you do.
âYeah, James, donât you?â
You know youâre playing with fire after earlier, but itâs too fun not to. Especially when he gives you that look... youâre in trouble look. And you love to be in trouble with him.
âGet out of our house, Cap, so I can show her exactly how cute I think she is.â
Neither of you expected this since you both gasped. Bucky is sassy, thatâs for sure, but you didnât anticipate this type of casual sexual innuendo comment. Because he meant sex, right? There is no way he didnât unless he is cruelly teasing you in vain.
âGuess the Winter Soldier is not so wint-â But Sam doesnât finish his sentence, throwing his hands in the air in defense while still laughing when Bucky looks at him again. âGlad it still works, I was a little worried.â
âNo need to worry, Sam, I promise.â You smirk, patting Buckyâs ass twice before going to the coffee maker, stealing a whine out of him. âWant to stay for breakfast?â
âNo,â Bucky answers for him, and you roll your eyes. You know Sam doesnât mind his attitude because heâs known him for a long time, but you still want to be a good host.
âI can make crepes if you-â
âDoll, please.â
Sam looks at Bucky, then at you, and winks, smiling widely. âIâm leaving, Iâm leaving. But donât forget what I told you and stay out of trouble.â
Itâs too vague for you to understand, so youâll just wait for Sam to be gone to interrogate Bucky.
âGoodbye, Cap.â
And there he is, softer Bucky. You grab a cup for him too, and he smiles. Youâve never seen a more beautiful man in your entire life. He is magnetic and charming, and you feel like kissing him all the time. You donât know how you managed to get him as your boyfriend, but youâre grateful.
âWhat is this? Oh my god, you kinky old man!â
Confused, you immediately make your way to the living room, following Bucky. You donât know what Sam could have seen to say that, and you definitely didnât expect him to hold Buckyâs cap in both of his hands, analyzing it. Your gift... Shit!
âBest. Daddy. Ever?â
You close your eyes, embarrassed, but Bucky, surprisingly, doesnât seem to feel the same way. You donât sense any shame or change in his vibes or posture. He simply stares at Sam as usual and snatches the cap from his hands.
âThatâs mine.â
âI realized, daddy.â Sam canât stop laughing even when he turns his head toward you. But when he sees you all serious, his face drops. âOr do you meanâŚâ
âMean what?â You snap, a bit annoyed about the fact you two got busted in such a stupid way. And itâs all Buckyâs fault since heâs the one who left it there.
Only when Sam lowers his eyes to your belly, do you realize what he means.
âNo, sheâs not pregnant, idiot!â
âSo you really have a fucking daddy kink? How do you even know-â He stops mid-sentence, still totally taken aback, and Bucky sneaks behind you to open the entrance door. âHow did you manage to corrupt this old man?â
You canât help but laugh this time. If only he knew the truth...
Bucky puffs, pushing Sam out. âGoodbye, Sam!â
Thankfully, before Bucky could close the door in his face, you manage to say goodbye and wave:
âTrust me, I was not the one doing the corruption with this.â
You wish you could see Samâs face. What a loss!
âHe wonât stop talking about this, you know that, right?â
âYouâre the one who left it here, so blame yourself.â
You take the cap from the table, where he put it, and walk straight to him, getting on your tiptoes before placing it on his head. Bucky looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement as you adjust the cap to sit just right. He is the best daddy ever, indeed. If Sam heard how dirty Bucky could get during sex, heâd die. Contrary to what he believed, Bucky is the one who came up with this whole daddy thing while you were in the middle of fucking raw, right after he finished a mission. It rolled shyly but naturally of his tongue, and of course you liked it. You love calling him daddy even if you do it just to tease him. But it must be so hard, probably, for Sam to picture this mountain of a man, quiet but also sassy, knowing his past, like this.
âYouâre staring.â Bucky smirks, and you feel your knees weakening. God, that smile! âAnd youâre horny.â
âWhat if I am? Gonna take care of me, daddy?â
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Request where alpha ran and omega reader are expecting a child?
Title: peanut butter squares
Fandom: Tokyo revengers
Characters: ran Haitani, RindĹ Haitani mentioned
Fic type: fluff
Pairings: ran x male reader
Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, light sexual innuendos, swearing, mpreg, Omega male reader
Notes: I just want to mention to everyone you can request gn and ftm readers right?
Summary: who knew peanut butter squares could induce pregnancy
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If there was one thing Ran Haitani couldn't stand, it was being woken up, especially after work.
But something he hated more was not having his mate in his arms while sleeping, his beloved Omega was going to give birth any week now and Ran didn't want him out of his line of sight whatsoever. Grumling, the Alpha pushed back bis long hair out of his face to go hunting for his mate, wearing nothing but a loose pair of briefs that hung barely under his v-line. Kanto paid well, so well that the Alpha could afford the nicest things for his mate, an accudental pregnancy nothing for him to worry about.
Especially with all the baby proofing they did, he had to admit watching his brother struggle for ten minutes to open a cabinet was pretty funny. Six bedrooms and a room for (name)s hobbies and a closet for Ran, everything was perfect... Mostly.
The Alpha was looking into mansions outside of the city for the pups, a nice backyard and maybe a pool so they could learn to swim... God if you spoke to him two years ago and told him these were things he was considering he would have shattered your kneecaps.
He couldn't help but watch with pure love and adoration in his eyes while his mate made what seemed to be peanut butter squares with honey and hot sauce? He wasn't gonna just his mates food choices, he was making sure their babies were fed after all.
"Oh did I wake you?" (Name) Broke the man's thoughts with a sweet expression and crumbs on his lips "you weren't there with me, sweetness" Ran sauntered over and wrapped his lanky arms around his mate, large hands cupping the omegas round belly before kissing him "the baby wanted a snack" (name) took another bite and then offered some to Ran who snuggled into his beloveds neck "nah baby, you have that... Gotta make sure our kids are well fed right?" A good save because ran did not want to ingest that, it was too late to put his butt through that pain.
"Finish that up, get a drink and get your fine ass back in bed" Ran ordered his mate while kissing up his neck and licking his scent gland, the other whining "I heard fucking can induce labor" what? His mate knocked up with his kids wearing nothing but one of rans shirts was hot as hell!
"Baby, you better enjoy my ass while you can because after I give birth you aren't coming near me with a ten foot pole"
"I got a ten foot po--"' you know I'm not feeling it after all tonight" (name) said simply while water leaked down his legs "Babe go get the go bag"
(Name) Had never seen a man nice that fast, the Omega watching amused while eating the treats he made, realizing he should put sweatpants on before going and maybe grab Ran clothes.
Well, time for the worst pain in his life times two.
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x male reader#tokyo revengers fluff#male reader#omegaverse#bonten x reader#omega male reader#x male reader#anime x male reader#ran x reader#ran x male reader
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OH! MY MISTAKE | where you canât for the life of you, remember to call kozume by his first name.
⍠â currently playing... april
warnings â an ankle injury (briefly went over), lmk if theres more!
pairing â kenma x gn!reader
wordcount â 1094
a/n â hi guys !! hope u enjoyy lmk if u do! also this is mot proofread so sorry if its wordy or theres any typos!
kenma isnât the kind to make many mistakes.
there are times where heâs bound to make mistakes, like when heâs out of breath and messes up his sets a little, or when heâs been playing a game for too long and too many people are talking and the pixels are moving too fast for his brain.
those are the times where he can make the excuse if that heâs too tired. but even then, he still realizes his mistake.
when you first meet him he can tell youâre the shy type. heâs not stupid after all.
he can see you fidget with anything you can latch you hands on as you're introducing yourself to the team individually.
coach nekomata has that same happy smile that he always displays. he can see you constantly look back at him for reassurance.
when you finally approach him he skips to the most important part. he doesnât care for the formalities, and he is sure you don't care about the wellbeing of every single person on the team.
âyou can just call me by my first name, kenma.â
you were taken aback by his abruptness, you hadnât even had the opportunity to bow before he introduced himself. his face remained a monotone look, it didnât seem like he cared for you at all.
âohâokay! whatâs your last name, if you donât mind me asking?â
he is simply oblivious to you, so he says, âitâs kozume, but i donât like when people call me it. so kenma is fine with me.â
âitâs nice to meet you, kenma-san. itâs an honor to be the manager this year!â you salute to him, he can sense that every bone of your body is tense, and youâre too nervous for your own good.
âitâs nice meeting you,â he pauses, then adds,âdonât take this position too seriously, youâre new, itâs okay to make mistakes and not know things.â
he figures youâre the type to need reassurance on matters like that, he almost adds that you can come to him for help, but it mightâve come off in a different way. which was the opposite of what he wanted.
a warm smile blesses your face as you nod vigorously, barely getting out a âthank you!â before he walks away.
a small smile adorns his face when he turns around while heâs so blissfully unaware of his fatal mistake.
itâs at the next practice when he first notices it.
heâs out of the locker room first as usual. sliding down the wall, he sits down a foot away from you. youâre focused on something that he isnât sure what.
you shift in your position, quickly casting a look at him before whipping your head back.
he sees you scribbling hard on the paper, then erasing it even harder. itâs when you let out a sigh when he decides to step in.
âare you okay, y/n? do you need help with anything?â
he usually wouldnât help anyone else, but youâre next to him already, he tells himself.
âoh! hi kozume-san! no iâm okayâjust finishing this sudoku puzzle my friend gave me!â
âi told you to call me kenma, i donât like formalities like that.â
you can feel your cheeks heating up, as you awkwared cover them with your hand you exclaim, âiâm so sorry kozu-kenma! iâll call you that from now on!â
âitâs okay y/n. just donât forget next time, okay?â
you agree immediately, and it works for the next couple of hours. until he makes another mistake.
heâs on the floor before he knows it, he can hear the ball slam on the floor, but he canât ignore the throbbing pain shooting through his body.
his ankle seems to look fine, but he knows he landed wrong after jumping for the ball. he takes his ankle and massages it, it doesnât do much but he continues to do it anyways.
he can hear a group of footsteps run to him, but his vision seems to be tunneled.
throughout the many voices he can hear yours, loud and clear. âkozume! are you okay?â
he looks up at you, âkenma.â
the team all looks at him in confusion, a few mutters of people calling him delirious.
but you, you immediately get it, your cheeks turn a slight pink shade as you offer him a helping hand.
âsorry kenma! iâll take you to the nurse now.â he gladly takes your hand. wanting to feel the softness of it forever, but you let go once heâs up.
everyone watches as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and limps to the door, once youâre at it you look back and yell. âme and kozume-san will be back soon! so keep practicing everyone!â
itâs been four months, but still you canât seem to get over your habit.
many things have changed over the past few months, one being that you and kenma have been dating for two of those months.
though that habit seemed to stick with you even as time went on.
âkozume!â you exclaim, wrapping your arms around him.
a small chuckle escapes his lips, he wraps his arms around you. âyouâre still forgetting to call me kenma, y/n.â
âold habits die hard,â you giggle, âoh! alsoâyouâre late for practice! tetsurou was spamming your phone with calls, did you forget?â
over time, youâve grown much more comfortable with him, as he had with you. even though at the time his ankle seemed to be the worse thing that ever happened to him, it also happened to be the catalyst of your relationship.
heâs grateful for landing wrong fore without that small flap of a butterflies wing, he wouldnât have memorized the shape of your lips, or the sound of your laugh, or the small moles adorning your face.
âwaitâtetsurou?â
you let out a breathy laugh, âyeah he told me to call him by his first name! you donât mind, do you?â
âyou remembered to say his first name but not mine?â
âkodzu-ken i mean. i think kozume is cute! it rolls off the tongue better. iâm sorry!â you raise your hands in defeat, but heâs already walking ahead of you to practice.
you chase after him, âkodzuâkenma wait!â
planting a kiss on his cheek, you take his hand, skipping happily to practice dragging him behind.
âkozume skip with me!â
âiâm not doing that.â
kenma hates the formality of when someone calls him kozume instead of kenma, but with the way his name sounds when you say it, he canât find it in himself to mind.
yenqa Š do not copy, steal or translate.
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No Escape From Cheating
Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended.Â
Ash never thought heâd end up serving in the army. He wasnât the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ashâs life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes.Â
Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic moveâ Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control.Â
After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope heâd wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body.Â
âHrmphhh!â Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin.Â
Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasnât sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ashâs chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ashâs mouth.Â
âUghâ AAAGH!!!â Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body.Â
It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldnât find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers.Â
As his mind raced with possibilities, Ashâs hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldnât listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on!?â
Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.
Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasnât just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah.Â
âLeah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my bodyââ Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over.Â
Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I donât want to spoil our fun tonight while weâre togetherâŚ
Under his girlfriendâs control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.
Leah!! Why are you doing this?
Why? Why!? Donât act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldnât be able to track you down eventually?
Listen Leah! Iâm sorry for leaving you the way I did but canât we just talk about this like adults? If itâs my dick youâre after, we can just fuck one more time! Iâm cool with that!!
Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ashâs subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.
Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I donât need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!
Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?
Simple. I want revenge.
Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?
Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you werenât going to go to?
Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it.Â
You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people!Â
Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense.Â
I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I donât take cheating lightly. Â
Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ashâs foot and slithered up his leg.
Leahâ Whatâs that? Whatâs going on!?
If you want a threesome so bad, then Iâm here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although Iâm sure I donât need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.
Aaron slithered up to Ashâs hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation.Â
Wait!! We donât have to do this! I canâ
It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing Ash to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ashâs member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaronâs presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than oneâ overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss.Â
Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ashâs girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ashâs body to get their rocks off instead.Â
Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.
âWhewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselvesâŚâ Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. âHey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never wouldâve thought of doing something like this without your help!â
âAnytime! Iâm just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!â
Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.
âWell, Iâm out of here. Iâll see you around!!â
With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leahâs presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.
âWait, Leah! Take your gay friend withââ
Under Aaronâs command, Ashâs hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.
âThe pleasureâs all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I wouldâve never found a body like this on my ownâŚâ
Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ashâs load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.
âOh yeahhh, I think Iâm gonna enjoy being a âstraightâ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, thereâs a new Oliver Ashley in town. Heâs hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!â
#male possession#male body possession#male takeover#male body theft#female to male tf#revenge#men in uniform tf
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husband!hyunjin
â° notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33
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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which youâd do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, âWill you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?âÂ
Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes.Â
Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingăźmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you.Â
Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them.Â
Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when heâs tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. Heâd refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you.Â
Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because youâve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets.Â
Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when heâs done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories.Â
Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when heâs just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch.Â
Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you wonât die since he would end up grieving so hard. âItâs just a mild flu, Hyunjin.â âAre you sure?âÂ
Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and youâre the one who actually gets in between.Â
Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.
Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh.Â
Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc.Â
Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown.Â
Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you.Â
Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you.Â
Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever heâs abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and canât wait to go home. Itâs also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, âThis reminds me of you.â âItâs beautiful, isnât it? Letâs visit this place together soon!â âIâm sure youâd like these souvenirs I got you!â âThe food out here is great! Treat me here soon!âÂ
Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service.Â
Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he wonât listen and insists on accepting them.Â
Husband Hyunjin who doesnât admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. Heâs also the type that is hard to make up with but he canât keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering âIâm sorry, Iâll do better.âÂ
Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. âIâm yours, Hyunjin. Donât worry.â Youâd say but you know that is not enough for him so heâd show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).
Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldnât imagine his life without you. He wonât let go of you easily and you didnât even make any attempts to leave him.Â
Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for.Â
Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldnât even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows.Â
Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, âI love you.âÂ
Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. âI fucking love you so fucking much and weâre married, you canât leave. Youâre stuck with me whether you like it or not!âÂ
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I Can Go Anywhere I Want- Just Not Home | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hi, friends. I've been BUSY with school and this one took fucking forever. But it means a lot to me, I hope you like it. :)
Word count: 13.3k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: do me a favor and pretend Bucky didn't disappear in the blip. ok thanks bye.
Warnings: talk of financial struggles, food insecurity, housing insecurity
A familiar shape stepped onto the sidewalk just ahead, freeing itself from the shadows of a rundown motel. The lines and curves of this body forced your heart into your throat. Time seemed to stop. The world round you ceased its turning. Youâd know those broad shoulders anywhere, and youâd remember that sharp jaw even after your soul left this mortal coil.Â
You stood there, your feet rooted in the concrete, watching him with a longing that tore through your chest. How long had it been since you last saw him? How many months had passed since you last spoke? You made yourself stop counting the days long ago; it was too depressing, too pathetic. But while you forced your brain not to continue the tally, your heart kept count.Â
His sudden motion caught your attention, pulling you from your thoughts. The shape that once resembled home headed down the street, slipping through your fingers a second time. But you couldnât let him get away- not again.Â
Even after you freed your feet and increased your pace, he remained ahead. His long legs carried him away from you as he glided past people on the sidewalk. His hands rested in his pockets, concealing his trademark from the world. His head bowed forward, he kept his gaze down. He didnât want to catch the eye of the public. But he caught yours.Â
âBucky?â your call came out a desperate plea. Blowing his cover wasnât your goal, but he was too fast. You had to stop him before he vanished again.
He stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice. You couldâve sworn you saw his head fall another inch or two, as though he were disappointed to know youâd found him.
But he turned. And for the first time in almost a year, he faced you.Â
âBucky.â It wasnât a question this time, but an affirmation. A reassurance. An unstoppable smile pulled at your lips, a sigh of relief left your chest. You almost wept. âHiâŚâÂ
The darkness that clouded your mind in his absence parted all at once, making way for a golden glow of twinkling lights. You hadnât seen him since the battle. Since the shimmering portals. Since everyone returned home after Thanos fell.Â
He simply stopped answering your calls. Your texts. He didnât return your voicemails.Â
To this day, you wondered what you did wrong. What you did that pushed him so far away. It wasnât like him to ice you out, to cut you off without warning. He had baggage, sure, but he never shied away from you. Not like this. At one time, you were his closest friend. His most trusted confidante. And he was yours. You spent every moment together, taking shelter in each other. But not anymore.Â
Each night, you recounted the last time you saw him. You analyzed every detail, scrutinizing the minutiae of the interaction. Maybe you said something that offended him. Maybe you did something hurtful. But no matter how hard you wracked your brain, not one single red flag made an appearance. And it made Buckyâs sudden disappearance from your life all the more maddening. More hurtful.
Sometimes, you liked to think that he just used you. That he got what he needed from you and moved on. It somehow softened the blow of his loss. Painting him as a manipulator took the blame off your shoulders and made him the villain. But you could never convince yourself of this narrative for long. Bucky wasnât the type of person to use others. He gave and gave until he had nothing left. Or until he left.
With a few strides, you closed the gap between the two of you. âItâs so good to see you, Buck,â your instinctive reach for a hug left your arms hanging in the air as he took a small step back. It was then you realized just how embarrassing it was to drop your arms to your sides after an unwanted embrace.
âHey-Â hi,â he cleared his throat and cut his eyes to the side, almost like he couldnât bear to look at you. He stared at the passing cars, the flier-covered streetlight. Anything to keep his gaze from lingering on you. He wasnât sure he had the strength.Â
But he couldnât help himself- he had to look at you. And as his eyes finally landed on yours, a familiar warmth sliced through his trepidations. Heâd been aching for so long now; heâd didnât know what a life without pain felt like. Every day, he hurt. He suffered. But the biting agony stilled as he stared at you.Â
His lungs filled to capacity for the first time in months. The knots in his stomach untangled themselves. Heâd forgotten how light he felt around you. You had a way of making things feel so easy, so simple. Everything in his life was complicated, and each day grew more difficult than the last. No matter how hard he tried, he never quite got his head above water. But with you standing there before him, he broke through the surface for the first time in ages.
He drank you in for a long moment, taking inventory of the ways youâd changed, and the ways youâd stayed the same. Your radiant smile still poked dimples into your cheeks. Freckles still splashed across your skin. But he noted the all too familiar braid in which your hair was twisted. The letter âNâ dangling from a dainty gold chain around your neck. Â
Bucky knew losing Nat wasnât easy on you. Knew that youâd been mourning her all on your own. He shouldâve been there for you, shouldâve been your shoulder to cry on. He hated himself every day for making you go it alone.
âItâs um,â Bucky didnât know where to start. âItâs been a whileâŚâ
A quiet, awkward laugh rasped out of your throat at his understatement, âYeah, you could say that.âÂ
A long pause forced its way between you. Things with Bucky never used to be this awkward, this tense. He was nearly a stranger now. And it killed you. Your friendship always flowed without difficulty, without pressure. It became second nature. The two of you moved together almost as though choreographed, anticipating the otherâs actions instinctually.
But those instincts died and were buried, along with your hope of ever patching things up.
âUm, are you- where are you headed?â you asked, breaking the silence.
âI was just gonna- I thought Iâd grab some breakfast.â
âOh! Me too!â Finally, you had something in common. âCan I-â you quickly rephrased, fearing you may scare him off. âDo you wanna go together? Maybe we could catch up?â You knew you were throwing yourself at him, but you couldnât stop. You were so overwhelmed, so desperate to be near him; you didnât care how crazed you seemed.Â
Buckyâs shy smile made an appearance, âYeah, that would be nice.â He kicked himself for not appearing more excited, more overjoyed by the reunion. But he couldnât find it in himself to feel anything other than anxious.Â
The walk to the diner was less awkward than you anticipated. The conversation flowed a little smoother, the words came a little easier. But it was still clunky. And though more silence than you wouldâve liked hung in the air, you breathed easier knowing that he was merely a few inches away.Â
Things between you simply needed to thaw. You needed to shake the rust off and find your way back into the groove you carved out for one another. At least, thatâs what you told yourself.
âI thought you said you were getting breakfast,â you joked, ânot just coffee.â You sat across from Bucky in a beat-up booth, itâs cracked, torn vinyl dating the restaurant. When the waitress asked for your order, Bucky insisted you go first. And when youâd finished rattling off your perfect breakfast, Bucky dismissed her with a ânothing for me.â
He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee, âIâm not really hungry anymore.â
âWow, I didnât know I had that kind of effect on people,â you said, only half-joking. Maybe he really did hate you, after all. The months of dead silence suggested as much.Â
More often than not, you tried lived in denial. You told yourself any lie you could come up with- anything to ease the pain of missing him. Even after his less than enthusiastic reaction to your reunion, you buried your head in the sand. Surely, he was just surprised to see you. He just needed some time to warm up, to come out of his shell.
But he only ordered coffee; clearly, he didnât plan on staying long. He had an escape strategy locked and loaded. You knew he planned to fulfill your request for a catch-up session and run for the hills as soon as he emptied his mug. Upon your realization, everything came crashing down. His scant order slapped you with the cold hard facts: heâd cut off all communication, ignored you for months, and seemed to lose his appetite at the very prospect of sharing a meal with you.Â
Maybe missing him was a waste of your time.
âNo, itâs not like that,â very real concern coated Buckyâs words. âIâm so- Iâm really happy to see you.âÂ
His fingers twitched as the logical side of his brain shut down his attempt to touch you. All he wanted to do was reach out and rest a hand atop yours, maybe stroke your knuckles a few times. It was something he used to do all the time, something that, at one point, reassured the both of you. But things were different these days. He didnât have the right to be so familiar with you, not after he chose to make himself a stranger.Â
He gripped his coffee mug with both hands, stemming any impulses to reach for you. âHow have you been?â
Thereâd been a time when you wouldâve told him everything. You wouldâve spilled your soul and let loose every ugly detail of your life. Being honest with each other used to be easy. Neither one of you had to fear judgment or ridicule; you were safe in the otherâs hands.
But those days were long gone. He clearly didnât want to be your best friend anymore- he barely wanted to know you at all. He was, at most, an acquaintance whose soul used to be tied to yours. And so, you opted to forego the truth. You didnât tell him that you cried yourself to sleep most nights. You didnât tell him that you missed him so badly it caused you physical pain. You didnât tell him that you needed him. Instead, you gave him what he wanted: an easy, canned response.
âIâve been good,â you forced a smile to your face and shrugged. âJust been working, doing the whole SWORD thing.â
He raised his brow, âOh, wow. You work for SWORD now? I had no idea. Good for you.âÂ
He feared his feigned surprise came off too fake, too forced. But you didnât seem to clock it. You really believed that he was out of the loop, but you shouldâve known better. It was ludicrous to think heâd ever be uninformed about your life. Of course, he already knew you worked for SWORD He knew that you moved into a new apartment. He even knew that you were planning on adopting a cat soon. He asked Sam about you almost daily, scrounging for any details he could get.Â
He just needed to know that you were okay, that you were safe. And happy.Â
âYeah, I started a few months ago. Itâs been-â You paused a moment, allowing the waitress to set down your food. The table in front of Bucky looked so empty; with no food anchoring him to the restaurant, he could leave at any moment. âItâs been alright. But how about you? What have you been up to?â
He took a moment to formulate his response. He needed to be careful. Precise. Allowing too much to slip could ruin everything. âIâve just been working with Sam,â he shrugged. âWe had to take care of that whole Flag Smashers thing.â
âI saw that!â you said, your mouth full of pancakes. âYou guys did a great job.â
âThanks, yeah,â Buckyâs cheeks flushed pink. âAnd I had my pardon hearing.â
You nodded, âI watched all the news coverage about it.â
He forced his eyes down to his mug; he never used to get embarrassed around you. âYou did?â
âOf course.â
Bucky wanted you there that day. He wanted to rest his hand in yours and experience the peace only you could provide as he waited for the judge to call his name. And when he finally received his pardon, he wanted to turn around and see you- wide smile, eyes brimming with happy tears. He wanted to wrap his body around yours and thank you for being his rock.Â
But he didnât invite you along.
He, instead, sat alone in the hall, with no one to hold his shaking hand, until a bailiff ushered him into the courtroom. Sam wanted to be there, but his nephew begged Captain America to make an appearance for Bring Your Dad to Work Day. And who was he to say no?
When the judge awarded Bucky his pardon, no one cheered. No one ran to his side and granted him a congratulatory hug. He collected his papers and made his way out of the courthouse. Alone.Â
He got a heap of texts and calls from you that day, though. He watched his phone ring with your name and picture taking up his screen. He poured over your kind texts and listened to your congratulatory voicemails. Even after he shut you out, you made sure he knew that you supported him. That you still cared. But he didnât return your messages.
He did, however, listen to your voicemails on a loop. Hearing your voice again gave him an escape, a life preserver. Youâd never know how much those messages meant, how often they saved him. He promised himself heâd tell you- one day.
 âHonestly, you shouldnât have even needed a pardon,â you said with an eyeroll. âI mean, you didnât do anything. None of it was your fault.â
Bucky had nearly forgotten how unabashedly supportive you were. How you were always on his side, no matter what. He wondered why you still wanted to be on his team after months of silence.
âWell, the US government feels differently,â he sighed out a soft laugh. âAnd itâs taken care of now, so itâs all good.â
He appeared hopeful, almost optimistic. He had Sam, he had his pardon- he seemed to be doing well. And though you wanted more than anything to be in his life, you just wanted him to be happy. Maybe your friendship didnât serve him the way it served you. Maybe he felt like you didnât give him what he needed. Maybe his life was better without you in it. The thought stung. It forced your throat closed, nearly sending you into a choking fit. But you swallowed your pancakes along with your pride, and vowed never to beg Bucky to come back to you.Â
âGood. Iâm happy for you.â You stopped yourself from reaching for his hand. âCan I ask something that might be a little invasive?â
Buckyâs heart stopped, âUm, sure.â
âI saw you coming out of that motelâŚâ you shot him a suggestive glance. âWhat was that about?â
Bucky stiffened. He grew tense, anxiety flooding his system. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean⌠was there maybe a little-â you raised a brow at him, âhook up situation going on?âÂ
He laughed at your overdramatic wink, the way you licked your lips. And he thanked his lucky stars you came up with a cover story for him. âOh, yeahâŚâ he grew bashful about his fictional sexcapades. âItâs just a- itâs casual, you know. Nothing serious.â
The confirmation of your suspicions made your jaw drop. Bucky Barnes, the old-fashioned gentleman, actually had a friend with benefits. Heâd had a secretive, motel rendezvous. Hell, he probably had hickeys and nail marks hiding under his shirt.Â
A pang of jealousy tore through you like the nails of his lover. Why did she get to be near him? How did she rank above you? The unsettling feeling of envy almost possessed you, but you pushed it aside.
âWoah, look at you,â you feigned appluase. âI always knew you were a ladiesâ man, I just never got to see it in real time.â
He rolled his eyes, âyeah, yeah, Iâm a real heartbreaker.â He regretted his word choice immediately, knowing full well he broke your heart.
You sidestepped his comment and forced the conversation forward, his comment stinging your open wound. âSeriously, Buck. Iâm happy for you.â Once again, you stifled the urge to touch him. âYou deserve to have some fun.â
He stared at you for a long moment, a genuine smile on his face. You were so sincere in your support of him, so unashamed of how deeply you cared. Sam was an incredible friend, of course- but you were his soulmate. He was tied to you with an unbreakable thread, unable to free himself even if he wanted to. And he wanted to. But not because he didnât adore you; it was a simple matter of worthiness.Â
But no matter how hard he tried, he still thought of you daily. Almost constantly. He missed you, pined over you, wished he could exist in your world. But he couldnât- not yet.Â
He shook the grin from his face and pulled his gaze down to his mug once again. âIâm um- Iâm sorry I havenât been around. Things have just gottenâŚâ He cleared his throat, âIâve been really busy.â
A scream scratched at your throat, but you forced it away with a bite of eggs and a swig of coffee. Of course, Bucky was busy. But he wasnât the only one. It seemed that SWORD wanted to run you ragged. They were always assigning you extra operations and looking to you to solve problems. But even with the mountains of work, even in your sea of grief for Nat, you still managed to reach out to Bucky. You still called, still texted.Â
But he clearly didnât want to make the time for you.
âI totally understand,â you lied. âShit has been crazy. Donât worry about it.â
You worried about it every day.
Breakfast wrapped up all too soon. Bucky argued when you paid for his coffee, you hushed him with a promise to let him cover yours next time. And in the blink if an eye, you found yourself standing next to him on the sidewalk, praying he wouldnât walk away. Â
âI should really get going,â he said, taking a step away from you. âI have a meeting.â
âCool, yeah,â you forced a smile, âthis was great- Iâm so glad we ran into each other.â
Bucky nodded, âyeah, me too.â
It seemed to you that Bucky couldnât care less if he ever saw you again. He was disengaged, disinterested, inching ever farther away. He tried to be subtle about it, tried to slowly escape the interaction. But you caught his tiny steps in the opposite direction. His body remained closed off, the space between you growing with each long, awkward pause.Â
But even so, you couldnât let go. You couldnât let him walk away without knowing if this was the last time youâd see him.Â
âWe should do this again-â you sounded so needy, so anxious, but couldnât find it in you to care, âbut only if you want.â Never had you felt so pathetic. There you were, practically begging Bucky to signal that he gave a shit about you.Â
But all he could muster was a nod.Â
âAwesome,â you pulled out your phone. âDo you still have the same number?â
Again, he nodded.Â
It killed you. All this time, youâd hoped that he got a new number and simply forgot to tell you. That your texts and calls went unanswered because he didnât receive them. But he did, indeed, receive them. He just chose to ignore them.
With a swell of tears gathering behind your eyes, you sped through your goodbyes. You threw Bucky a hurried âgreat to see you, Iâll call soonâ and quick smile before turning away and heading for a hiding spot, a concealed place to cry. The person you cared about more than anything, the person you adored, the person for whom youâd lay down your life, didnât want you anymore. The bitter taste of rejection coated the inside of your mouth. And as you ducked into a bodega down the street, you feared you might get a second look at your breakfast.
You were gone too soon. Bucky wanted to call your name, to run after you. Even after months apart, he could still sus out when you were upset. He remembered your tells. Your dead giveaways. The way your jaw hardened against oncoming emotion. The tendency of your voice to grow thin and hollow as tears loomed on the horizon.Â
He knew he hurt you.Â
But he found himself stuck, his body defying the orders of his brain. He couldnât speak, couldnât move. He could only stand there, helpless, watching as you disappeared.Â
He knew you couldnât possibly be happy with him after he abandoned you; he was surprised that you even acknowledged him on the street- let alone invited him to breakfast. And after the way he acted at the diner, he was shocked that you asked to see him again.Â
The conversation you had replayed on a loop inside his head, and he kicked himself for being so closed off. So cold. Heâd sullied your reunion so severely- it was almost aggressive. He was dismissive. Curt. And he lied to your face- multiple times.Â
He was so happy to see you- he didnât want you to think otherwise. But he didnât expect to run into you like that. He didnât expect to be near you for another few months, at least. He had a plan, and he was doing his best to follow it with as few setbacks as possible. If he kept his head down and pushed himself, he could get to the point where he could explain. He could tell you the truth and make you part of his life again if you even wanted anything to do with him. Though he wouldnât blame you if you didnât.
But running into you outside the motel wasnât part of the blueprint. And he panicked.
He'd held you at armâs length, never daring to get too close. He kept everything superficial. Surface level. It was the shallowest interaction heâd had with you to date. And it felt wrong. It didnât fit who you were as people, who you were as friends. Your bond was never the skin deep, small talk type. No, you delved into one anotherâs deepest thoughts. Bared your souls. Heâd never kept a secret from you- nor you him. But that was a different time.
Disappointed, Bucky unrooted his boots from the concrete and trudged off in the direction of his morning meeting. And while he did his best to focus, to participate, he could think of only you. The heartbreak in your eyes. The hurt in your voice. A wave of nausea barreled into him as he replayed the interaction again and again. You deserved better. And Bucky wished more than anything he that could be better. For you.Â
But two nights later, your phone rang.
It was late- nearly midnight. You were curled up on the couch under a blanket, neck deep in your Vampire Diaries rewatch when your phone started to buzz. An unfamiliar number popped up on your screen, accompanied only by Siriâs suggestion of who might be calling.
âMaybe: Kings County Jailâ
You stared at it for three rings, wondering how someone from the jail got your number. And just as you were about to deny the call, something in your gut told you to answer it. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was divine intervention. Either way, you hit accept and held the phone up to your ear.Â
âUm, hello?â
An automated message responded, âYou are being contacted by a detainee at Kings County Jail. The detainee-â the recording paused, leaving space for someone to state their name. Your favorite gruff voice followed, âBucky-â
â-is trying to contact you. Do you accept the charges?â
A riptide coursed through your brain. Questions upon questions piled up, each one trying to escape your lips first. But you swallowed them for the time being.Â
âYeah-Â yes, I accept.â
The line connected, and Buckyâs soft âheyâŚâ came through from the other end. âThanks for picking up.â
âBuck? Is everything okay?â
He sighed, âYeah, Iâm- Iâve been better. But Iâm fine. I was just wondering if,â he couldnât believe he was doing this. âI was wondering if you could come bail me out?â
He gave no context, no reasoning, for his stint in the county jail. But you didnât care. âIâll be there in twenty minutes.â
Even after he ditched you and left radio silence in his wake, even after he practically ran from your reunion at the diner- youâd do anything for him. And there was no way in hell youâd ever just leave him there; you couldnât. Bucky didnât belong behind bars.
And so, you pulled yourself off the couch, found some shoes, and headed in his direction.Â
The bail money didnât matter to you. Sure, things were easier now that SWORD paid you the big bucks. But even if your account was running on empty, youâd sacrifice your last remaining cents to free Bucky.Â
A guard led him down the hall by the arm and shoved him through the door. This wasnât how he wanted you to see him. None of this fit into the plan heâd so carefully crafted all those months ago. But there you sat in the lobby of the police station, clad in your sweats, waiting for him. The shame nearly tore him apart from the inside out.Â
But as he locked eyes with you across the room, he didnât find the judgement or irritation that he expected. You shouldâve been angry with him- why werenât you angry with him? Heâd called in a favor after abandoning you. He made you come down to the police station, made you pay his bail. You shouldâve left him to rot in a jail cell. But you didnât. Because you cared. Even after everything he did, you still cared about him. He wished you didnât. He wished youâd scream at him in front of everyone- but you were too good for that. Too kind.Â
He threw you a bashful wave, but averted his gaze when a warm smile crossed your face. He couldnât quite stand the way your gracious expression made him feel. Why did you seem so happy to see him? Why werenât you furious- or even a little frustrated?Â
As he waited in line to gather his backpack and personal belongings from the desk, he hoped for something to prolong his time away from you. A clerical error. A massive stack of paperwork. What was he supposed to say to you? How was he supposed to explain this whole mess? He needed time to put his thoughts in order. To organize his lies.Â
But, for the first time in history, a United States government agency did things efficiently and without error. And after only a few minutes, he made his way to your side.Â
âHey,â he granted you only a flash of eye contact before dragging his gaze to the floor. âThanks for- thank you for coming to get me. And for paying my bailâŚâ
You shrugged, âyeah, absolutelyâ.
âIâll pay you back, IÂ swear.â It was then he realized that he didnât want you to be angry with him. Sure, you cursing him out in front of everyone would be easier. Less complicated. But heâd rather die than upset you again.Â
âI know. Iâm not worried about it,â you granted him another kind smile, âI trust you.â
It was a dagger to the heart. How- and why- did you still trust him? Heâd excised you from his life without warning and left you in the cold; he wasnât worthy of your trust.Â
âAre you all good here?â you asked, âShould we get going?â
âSure- yeah.â
The walk to the car was quiet; Bucky couldnât bring himself to walk next to you. Existing in your sphere, being seen by you- it was too much for him. Too shameful. Even if he was only in your peripheral. And so, he opted to position himself a few paces behind you. In the safety of your shadow.Â
He got settled in the passenger seat of your car as you turned the key in the ignition. But you couldnât bring yourself to pull out of your parking spot. Everything in you wanted to ask how he ended up in handcuffs. He wasnât a troublemaker. He wasnât violent. He wasnât the type to make waves. Something bad mustâve happened- something out of his control.
But you knew it wasnât your business. He clearly didnât want you around anymore, didnât want to clue you in on the details of his life. And you never liked to pry.Â
As the seconds passed, however, your resolve crumbled. No matter what happened between the two of you, youâd always care about Bucky. Youâd always worry about him. And your concern finally got the best of you.
Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling out of your mouth. âAre you okay?â you stared at him, anxiety brewing in your chest. âYou donât have to tell me what happened- I wonât force you- but Iâm worried about you.â
He nodded, âIâm fine.â It wasnât rude, but his tone didnât invite further probing.Â
With a sigh and an unconvinced âokayâ, you put the car in drive and prepared to take Bucky home.
Your blinker clicked incessantly as you waited for a few cars to grant you a clear path. Bucky had ample time to give you directions, but he remained quiet. He didnât offer up information of any kind, not even a neighborhood. It broke your heart that you didnât know his address.
âUm, where do you live? Should I turn left or right?âÂ
You waited patiently for an answer that Bucky didnât seem to have.
âActually, do you mind if-â he flashed you an apologetic smile, âcould we just drive around for a while?â
Maybe he had some residual adrenaline from being arrested. Maybe being in jail gave him flashbacks to his captivity under Hydra. Either way, you knew he wouldnât have asked to go for a drive unless he really needed it. Part of you was surprised, though, that heâd willingly spend more time with you. That heâd choose to share a confined space with you. He was all too happy with removing you from his life, and practically sprinted through your reunion breakfast. But after so many months of missing him, youâd take whatever extra time you could get.
The drive was quiet, though it did seem to help Bucky relax some. His leg stopped bouncing; his shoulders loosened up. Being around you had that effect on him; it wasnât something he could help. But as he mellowed out, the questions swirling around your brain only multiplied.
At a red light, you tested the waters. âCan I ask you something?â
Bucky nodded.Â
âWhat happened tonight? How did you end up in jail?â
A litany of emotions ran across Buckyâs face. Frustration, worry, shame, and sadness tied his expression in a knot. Part of him wanted to lie. He could say it was a bar fight. He could make up an elaborate story and placate you for the rest of the ride. But you bailed him out. You answered his call and showed up for him when he needed you. You sat, clad in your pajamas, in the waiting area of a dirty police station. For him. He owed you the truth.
âI was arrested for sleeping in the park,â he said, his tone flat.
It wasnât at all what you expected to hear. No answer formed on your lips. You couldnât pull your eyes from his face. The words sunk in, burrowing their way through your flesh and plunging into your heart.Â
âUm, itâs- the light is green,â he said, snapping you out of your trance.
You hit the gas and accelerated on autopilot. And as soon as you made it through the intersection, you pulled over. Buckyâs confession knocked the wind out of you and robbed you of your focus. And if he had more to say, you wanted to give him your undivided attention.
âWhy are we stopping-â
âBuck, why were you sleeping in the park?â
Bucky let loose a deep sigh that seemed to come right from his soul. âBecause I donât have anywhere else to sleep,â he shrugged. âI ran out of money.â He was silent for a moment, wondering just how honest he should be. âIâm supposed to be getting some POW benefits from the government, but you know, bureaucracy is slow.â
âOh, BuckâŚâ After everything he suffered through under Hydra, after the way the US treated him upon his arrival home, the least his country could do was pay him back. Or provide him with a safe place to sleep. But, once again, they failed him.
âYou know that motel you saw me at the other day? I wasnât there for a hook up; Iâve been staying there-â He corrected himself, âWell, Iâve actually been staying at a few different motels. None of them are extended stay, so I canât be there more than a few nights.âÂ
He noticed the way your eyes grew sad, the way your mouth fell open the slightest bit. Heartbreak was written all over your face. âSorry to disappoint you, I know you hoped I was getting some strange with someone from Tinder,â he shot you a wink and flashed a smile your way. But you couldnât bring yourself to laugh.
Bucky, of all people, deserved a comfortable home. Someplace warm. Permanent. Someplace he could call his own. Someplace he could feel safe. But, instead, life gave him the short end of the stick. Again.Â
âAnyway, no matter how cheap those motels are, paying for them every night adds up, you know? So, now Iâm broke,â a rush of heat flooded his cheeks. Admitting to his situation was so embarrassing, so shameful, he thought he might drown in it. He was a grown- overgrown- adult who didnât even have a roof over his head. âI got a warning from the cops last night -and the night before- for sleeping in the park. But tonight was my third strike, soâŚâ He shrugged, âthey arrested me.â
âJesus Christ, cause not having a place to live is criminal?â you scoffed, âThis country is ridiculous.â
âTrust me, itâs not for lack of trying,â Bucky quickly added on. He didnât want you to think he wasnât working on it, that he was slacking, that we was complacent in his situation. âI tried for a long time to get an apartment, but I either didnât have enough money for the deposit or Iâd get turned away when they realized who I was. Though itâs not like I could ever make rentâŚâÂ
When he learned how much an apartment in Brooklyn cost these days, a suffocating sense of hopelessness swallowed him whole. He knew heâd never be able to afford the one place he ever really saw as home.
âAnd I tried a few shelters, but they wouldnât take me, either.â He didnât know a shelter could turn people away; experiencing it first-hand broke him. âSo um, the motels were my only option.â
Sobs blocked your airway and burned the inside of your nose. Tears pooled along your inner lash line; you prayed to god Bucky wouldnât see them. You could sense his shame, his embarrassment; the last thing he needed was you crying over his circumstances.Â
âWhat um,â you fought to keep your voice steady. âWhat about Sam?â
Bucky shrugged. âSamâs been helping me with all the stuff for my benefits and getting my record expunged- heâs been a godsend. And heâs offered to let me stay with him more times than I can count. Heâs offered me money- he even snuck some cash into my jacket pocket the other day,â Bucky gave a soft laugh. âBut I canât take any more from him; heâs already done too much for me.â
âI get thatâŚâ You knew Sam would happily let Bucky crash. But Bucky wasnât the type to impose. âSamâs a good friend.â
âHeâs the best. Iâm gonna pay him-Â and you- back, either when my benefits come through or whenever I can get a job. Whichever comes first.â It was a promise, a verbal contract. He didnât want you thinking he wasnât good for it- even if he wasnât good for it quite yet. He knew he would be someday. And as soon as he had the money, you and Sam would be his first priority.Â
âI keep applying for jobs on the off chance that someone will cut me some slack, but until my record gets expunged, Iâm fucked. Every place Iâve applied to has done a background check, and every time, my name is surrounded by red flags.â He let out a sigh, âIâm still a criminal.â
Your heart buckled. He wasnât a criminal- he never shouldâve been burdened with such a title. He didnât do anything wrong, he didnât choose to be the Winter Soldier. But people didnât care about the truth.
âWhat about SWORD?â
He shook his head, âThey donât want me. Hiring an ex-Hydra assassin doesnât really work for their image. Theyâre trying to steer clear of the whole SHIELD thingâŚâ
The two of you sat in silence for a long moment. Bucky hadnât originally planned on laying everything so bare, he just couldnât help himself. Opening up to you came naturally. But in the quiet, he felt naked. Exposed. He regretted spilling the details of his pathetic existence for you to see.Â
But youâd never judge him. You simply wanted better for him. And wished heâd come to you when times got tough.Â
The shards of your broken heart sliced through you with every breath. Imagining Bucky in rundown, roach infested motels or sleeping on an uncomfortable park bench on a cold night made you want to vomit. Waves of utter devastation crashed into you one after another, barely giving you enough time to breathe. But you couldnât allow yourself to fall apart. Not when Bucky needed you.
When you finally steadied your breathing, you spoke. âBuck, can I ask- and I donât mean this in an accusatory way,â you prefaced, âbut why didnât you come to me?â
âBecause I care what you think about me,â he said, almost automatically. âYour opinion of me is important.â
âWell, my opinion of you hasnât changed now that I know whatâs been going onâŚâ
A smile fought its way to Buckyâs lips. Logically, he knew you didnât think less of him now that you knew the truth. He knew you were too kind to look down on him. But his anxiety didnât think logically. The smile lasted only a second, as his worries about your perception got the better of him.Â
âMy life is a disaster,â he said. âI have almost nothing to my name. I donât have any money. I donât have a place to live. Itâs humiliating.â He ran his palms up and down the length of his thighs, fighting the nervous energy. âI wouldnât have even called you to bail me out if Sam was in town; I didnât want you to know about all this.âÂ
Without a word, you pulled back onto the road.Â
Bucky eyed the surrounding street, âUm, where are we going?âÂ
âMy place,â you kept your eyes on the road. âIâm taking you to my apartment.â
Panic bloomed in Buckyâs chest. âOh, no, itâs- thatâs okay. Iâm fine. You donât have to do that.â A swell of anxiety barreled into him at the thought of you taking him home like a dirty, stray dog. He didnât want to be a charity case or your good deed of the day. And as much as he wouldâve loved to spend time in your home, he wished to do so under different circumstances. Circumstances that didnât involve pity.
âYou can really just drop me off anywhere-â
His words tore through you. âBuck, itâs late,â you cut a glance at him. âAnd itâs cold out. Iâm not just leaving you on the side of the road somewhere. I-â you cleared your throat, âI care about youâÂ
Part of him wanted to open the door and jump from the moving car. Surely, it would be less humiliating. But the look on your face kept him from pulling the rip cord. Concern pulled your brows together. Worry made you bite at your lip. You genuinely cared about him, genuinely wanted to help. And though he could actually feel embarrassment seeping from his pores, he chose to stay. Because you caring about him trumped any and every other feeling.
âOkay, so, this is my place,â you said as you led Bucky though the front door of your apartment. You flicked on a few lights and kicked off your shoes, âmake yourself at home.â
Bucky didnât know how to do that anymore.
He stood stone still just inside the door, too overwhelmed and unsure to move.Â
âUm, so, obviously, this is the kitchen- and thatâs the living room,â you said, pointing to an area with a massive suede couch. âMy bedroom and the guest room are down that hall, laundry is to the left, and guest bathroom is to the right, next to the office.âÂ
Bucky was impressed. The apartment was beautiful. Youâd decorated to match your warm personality; it made him instantly comfortable. And it was nice- fancier than anything he could ever dream of affording. He was so proud of you. He knew youâd worked hard to get here, and seeing the fruits of your labor brought a smile to his face. He only wished he couldâve been a part of your journey.Â
âThis is really nice,â he said, taking a few more steps inside. âIs it all yours? Or do you have a roommate?â
âNope, no roommate. Just me.â
Buckyâs brows lifted as he drank in the space. You paid for this place all on your own, no help from a roommate. He wondered what it felt like to be that stable, that secure. He never knew where he was sleeping from one night to the next, and you practically lived in a penthouse.Â
âUm, we can sit, if you like,â you gestured toward the fancy couch, âitâs more comfortable than it looks, I promise.â
But Bucky didnât go for it. âActually, would you mind if I took a shower? Iâm just- I feel pretty grimy from the motels. And the park. And the jail,â he felt his cheeks flush at the admission. He really was the filthy mutt you brought home from the pound. âI just donât wanna sit on your couch when Iâm gross like this.â
âOh, sure. Thatâs- I totally get it. I should probably change my clothes, too.âÂ
With a wave of your hand, you gestured for Bucky to follow you to the bathroom. As you guided him through your apartment, he admired the art on your walls and the expensive rugs covering your floors.Â
With a clearing of your throat, you gestured to the guest bathroom. âEverything you need should be in there but let me know if I can get you anything else. Can I throw your clothes in the laundry? Iâll wash whateverâs in your bag, too.â
Bucky gave you a strange look, âI appreciate it, but I donât think you want me walking around here in a towel.â
You didnât necessarily shy away from the idea, but this wasnât the time for a suggestive response. âOkay, but- what are you gonna put on after you shower?â
Bucky shrugged, âI donât know. Whatever I have in my backpack.â
You eyed the bag slung over his shoulder and imagined the heap of clothes heâd balled up and shoved inside. âAre they clean?â
Bucky thought for a moment, âDefine âcleanâ.â
âBuck,â you laughed,  âjust let me put your stuff in the wash.â You gave his backpack a gentle swat and motioned for him to relinquish it to you.
âSo, you do want me walking around in a towel,â Bucky quirked a brow at you. âI knew it.â
âOh my god,â you rolled your eyes, âjust come with me.âÂ
Bucky did as he was told and followed you into your bedroom. It cloaked him in an instant warmth, a sense of home he hadnât experienced in eighty years. The whole room seemed to glow with a cozy, welcoming aura. He wondered what it was like to fall asleep here every night, to wake here each morning. Well-loved books populated a large bookcase in the corner, an armchair sat near the window. Bucky could practically see you curled up on its large cushion, your nose buried in Pride and Prejudice. But a photo on the wall near your bed caught his eye.Â
âIs that me?â He took a few steps inside your door and found his suspicion to be correct.Â
It was a slightly out of focus candid shot of you and Bucky laying on the floor of the war room at the compound. Nat snapped it as the team talked through different strategies to bring everyone back from the blip. In the photo, you sported a massive smile, and had your face smushed against Buckyâs arm to stifle your laughter. Buckyâs eyes were squeezed shut, his metal hand covering his mouth. You were both exhausted, and loopy, enjoying a moment of levity amidst a sea of tragedy.
âThatâs my favorite picture,â something about your words came off sad. And Bucky knew it was because of him. The joy, the closeness exhibited in the photo didnât exist anymore. Heâd stripped your friendship of everything warm and left you out in the cold. Alone.Â
You made your way over to the dresser and fished around in the bottom drawer, âletâs find you something to wear.â
âUm, I donâtâŚâ Bucky chuckled, âIâm not gonna fit into any of your clothes.â
You cut glance at him, âI know that. Thatâs why Iâm giving youâŚâ With a grand gesture, you unearthed a pair of sweatpants, âyour clothes.â
Buckyâs mouth fell open. He stared at the pair of charcoal gray sweats he lent to you ages ago, the pair you loved, the pair he told you to keep. He didnât say anything when you plopped them in his hands; he was too stunned to speak.
âAnd hereâs this,â you said as you draped a faded blue âNYCâ t-shirt over his shoulder. Heâd loaned you that shirt so many times back at the compound, you wore it more than he did. Eventually, he started putting it in your closet instead of his on laundry day.
âNow, give me your bag and Iâll throw your stuff in the wash.â
Bucky finally dragged his eyes from the pair of pants and furrowed his brow at you. âWhy do you still have this stuff?â
Something in you grew nervous. Was he mad? Or did he think you were a creep for holding onto his things? Maybe it was too weird of a gesture. Maybe you shouldâve let him hang around in a towel after all.
âCause I like wearing it,â you said with trepidation in your voice. âYour clothes were always more comfortable than mine. And I-â you cut yourself off. Saying âI miss youâ was too much. Instead, you rerouted, âI like to wear oversized stuff.â
Bucky nodded and gave a quiet ârightâ before thanking you and heading for the bathroom. At your request, he left his bag in the hall. You scooped it up and dumped his clothes into the washer before doubling back to the bathroom, where Bucky had dropped his dirty jail-clothes outside the door. You changed out of your dirty clothes from the police station and threw them in the laundry with Buckyâs. It was the closest youâd been in months.
Bucky nearly teared up as the water sliced through the layer of grime coating his skin. He couldnât remember the last time heâd had a shower this hot. The motels always seemed to have faulty water heaters that only allowed for subzero temperatures. And at some of them, the water didnât quite run clear. Sometimes, there was a brown tint. Other times, it was gray. And showers like those left only him feeling dirtier.Â
But he didnât want to think about the rust-eaten pipes of the decrepit motels in which he stayed. Instead, he basked in the nearly scalding water, the tiles that didnât have moldy grout. For the first time in a while, he didnât feel like a husk of himself, but a real person. All his time shuffling between park benches and rat-infested motels had stripped him of his personhood. And something as simple as a shower restored it. Though, deep down, he knew it wasnât the incredible water pressure or the lavender body wash that had him feeling human again. It was you.
With the entirety of Buckyâs wardrobe in the washing machine, you paced lap after lap around the kitchen. Only a few days ago, you feared youâd never see Bucky again. And now, he was in your shower. After your chilly reunion at the diner, you couldnât help but be mad at him, no matter how much youâd missed him. He was cool and aloof. He didnât open up. And he didnât seem at all interested in repairing your friendship.
But listening to him in the car laid almost every piece of the puzzle out before you. And though there were still gaps and empty spots, you nearly had the picture complete. Bucky didnât ice you out because he hated you or didnât want you anymore. He was simply too embarrassed to admit what he was going through.Â
A sharp twinge of guilt needled at you. You shouldnât have been mad at him after what happened at the diner. You shouldnât have jumped to conclusions or assumed the worst. Bucky deserved better. You shouldâve known in your heart that he was only pushing you away to protect himself. It was his nature; it always had been. Youâd just been too hurt to see it.
âYour shower is unbelievable,â Bucky said as he padded into the kitchen, his hair still damp. âAnd those towels? Theyâre amaz-â A stack of Tupperware on the island caught his attention. âWhatâs all this?â
âLeftovers. I cooked dinner earlier tonightâŚâ You shrugged, âI thought you might be hungry.â
He shifted his wide-eyed gaze from the food, forcing his eyes to land anywhere else. âOh, no, thatâs okay. Iâm fine.â
You quirked a brow at him, âYouâre not hungry?â
âNo.â It was quiet but firm.Â
âReally? Cause the Bucky I knew needed to eat like, six thousand calories a day.â Buckyâs insatiable hunger was a running joke between the two of you back then. He always finished your food when you couldnât clear your plate, and snacked on anything he could get his hands on. On one occasion, he even fell asleep in your bed with his hand in bag of honey mustard pretzels. Hearing him refuse food was strange, almost alarming. âYou always called yourself âEarthâs hungriest heroââ.
Bucky gave a small laugh, âyeah, damn super soldier serum will do that to your metabolism.â
You stared at him, âSoâŚâÂ
âSo?â
âSo, do you want something to eat?âÂ
âNo, really,â he shook his head, âIâm fine.âÂ
But you noticed the way his stare always returned to the stack of containers. Even after heâd pulled his focus from the food, his eyes found their way back. You sensed a longing in him, a deep desperation that left you gutted. Any jovial, lighthearted quality your words held fell to the wayside, making way for concern.Â
âBuck, whenâs the last time you ate?â
Bucky did his best to think back to his last meal but couldnât find an answer. Part of him wanted to lie, to appease you with details of a made-up dinner from earlier that night. But he didnât get the chance; his pause was too long for your liking.Â
âOkay, if itâs taking you that long to remember, you need to eat.â It wasnât an offer or a request, but an order. âHelp yourself.â
But once again, he shook his head. âNo, itâs okay. I donât want to impose-â
âItâs not an imposition,â your words came out with an unexpected fierceness; it almost sounded like a scold. The idea, the mere suggestion that Bucky could impose on you was ridiculous. You took a breath and softened your tone, âI live alone, and every recipe is for more than one person. Thereâs plenty.â
Before Bucky could refuse again, you opened the Tupperware and allowed him a look at the fruits of your labor. âThereâs roasted chicken with rosemary and thyme, garlic mashed potatoes, and maple-glazed brussels sprouts.â Buckyâs eyes lit up. You could practically see drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.Â
A sense of satisfaction enveloped you, like youâd finally banished Buckyâs unnecessary fear of imposition. But just in case he wasnât sure, just in case you hadnât won him over, you threw one last piece of information his way. âOh, and thereâs chocolate chip cookies over there.â
Bucky was almost overwhelmed. He took in the beautiful spread and gave the cookies a long glance; it was almost too much. âWoah, you werenât kiddingâŚâ He gave a small laugh, âthis is a lot of food.â
You shrugged, âI donât know how to cook for one.â
With that, you handed Bucky a plate and let him go to town. He filled his dish with chicken, mashed potatoes, and brussels sprouts. But the look on his face signaled more relief than joy, more solace than happiness. You wondered how long heâd been without food, how long heâd worried about where his next meal would come from. As he stood over those plastic containers, that anxiety vanished- for the most part.
A debate raged inside of Buckyâs head. He was famished, literally starving. And youâd given him full access to a massive meal. But he didnât want to overdo it. He knew he shouldnât empty your Tupperware and leave you with nothing; he just he didnât know when heâd eat again. And he could practically feel his body digesting itself.Â
Before he could tighten the reigns, though, you spoke up. âSeriously, Buck, donât be shy. I canât finish all of this- itâll just go bad.â
He nearly broke down. For so long, he knew only wanting, only appetite, only emptiness. And you offered him a respite. âI havenât had a home cooked meal inâŚâ Once again, his pause was too long; it crushed you. âAnyway, I really appreciate this.â He pulled his gaze from the food and gave you a long look filled with admiration. âAnd Iâm impressed- I didnât know you were such a culinary talent. I distinctly remember you burning ramen noodles to a blackened crisp more than once.â
The laugh that erupted from your chest filled the kitchen, âWell, I distinctly remember you eating my disgusting ramen without hesitation.â
Back when things were good between you and Bucky, youâd always volunteer to make dinner. Between strategy sessions and long, complicated meetings, the team simply forgot to eat. But you knew they needed nourishment to make defeating Thanos a realistic option. No one, however, wanted your charred ramen. Except for Bucky. He always accepted your offerings with a kind smile and a mountain of appreciation. He was grateful, no matter how awful it tasted, because it came from you.
âMy therapist actually suggested I get into cooking,â you told Bucky as he popped his plate in the microwave. âI was really depressed and stopped caring about eating or taking care of myself. It felt pointless. But she told me some people find comfort in cooking. Itâs almost meditative, you know? And if you focus on the recipe, you canât think about all the um, the painful stuff.âÂ
Bucky knew he was âthe painful stuffâ.
âThere was a bit of a learning curve, but now,â you shrugged, âI love it.â
âOh, wow, that awesome. So you get some peace and a delicious meal? Sounds like a good deal.â He mulled it over, wishing he had a kitchen into which he could retreat. But the motels only ever had a microwave, and most of the time, it didnât work.
âI had a therapist- well, a court appointed therapist,â he said, âshe was the worst.â
You sighed. Why were things always so hard for him? Why did people treat him so terribly?Â
âWhat was so terrible about her?â
âHonestly, I think she hated me,â defeat coated his words. âShe was mean- I know that sounds childish, but I mean, the things she said were biting. They hurt. And she did it on purpose. I left every session feeling worse.â He thought back on his sessions with Dr. Raynor, on how she broke him down piece by piece until he was only a pile of ash. âShe said I wasnât a victim, and that I needed to take responsibly for the things I did and the choices I made.â
Anger surged inside your chest, âThe choices you made?â
He nodded. âShe was actually so terrible that I thought she worked for Hydra. I thought they were trying to get me back and that she was working undercover with them to manipulate me.â A small laugh broke free from his chest, âBut she wasnât. Sheâs just an asshole.â
âJesus Christ, BuckâŚâ You couldnât imagine anyone being so awful, so hateful, toward Bucky. He was kind and warm. He showed people compassion and understanding. Why the world didnât show him the same baffled you. âI hope you donât see her anymore.â
He removed his plate from the microwave, âOh, I donât.âÂ
You sighed with relief, but it was a short-lived respite.
âI couldnât afford to.â
He dove into his food before you could even usher him to the table. Between huge bites of potatoes and chicken, he praised your cooking. He swore on his life that this was some of the best food heâd ever had. It warmed your heart for a brief moment, but reality put a stop to the fuzzy feeling. Sure, you were a good cook. But you were certain than Buckyâs gushing compliments were the product of his empty stomach. He couldnât even determine how long it had been since his last meal; of course, he was going to inhale his food with gusto and deem it âthe bestâ.
It gnawed at you to see him like this. He laughed as you guided him to the table and settled into the seat across from him, but you didnât match his lighthearted energy. Heâd been struggling, suffering in silence without knowing where heâd get his next meal. For decades, Bucky knew nothing but pain. He was tortured, abused, treated like an animal. Hydra infected him like a parasite and devoured him from the inside out. They saddled him with PTSD and enough demons to fill even the deepest pits of hell. And after all that, life refused to give him a break. It killed you.
âI thought- correct me if Iâm wrong, but- I thought court appointed therapy was paid for...âÂ
âSometimes it is, sometimes it isnât,â Bucky said with a mouth full of brussels sprouts. âIt depends on the situationâ. He threw a shrug your way and speared a piece of chicken with his fork, but a thought stopped him from shoveling it into his mouth. âEven if my appointments were supposed to be covered, I donât think anyone wanted to give me anything for free.â
A heavy silence fell over the room. Only the sound of Buckyâs fork scraping his plate interrupted the blanket of quiet. But the stillness made him squirm. Suddenly, he piped up.
âSo, I did the required amount of sessions with that therapist and promised myself Iâd never go back. It was tough, but I made it work. I scraped by.â His gaze took on a hollow quality, âThatâs when I started staying in the really shitty places. The ones with asbestos and mold. And there was this one place where the sheets were stained with what looked like blood.â He grimaced, âI havenât been back there.â
You forced a laugh, âGood call.â
Bucky shifted his focus back to his plate; heâd sprinted through his meal, leaving only a few bites remaining. The flicker of a frown ghosted across his face. The food was gone too soon, replaced by an empty plate. He was tired of everything in his life being empty- his bank account, his stomach, his heart. But he didnât dare let himself wallow in self-pity with you sitting mere inches away. Instead, he overcorrected with a large smile, hoping you hadnât noticed the look of disappointment he wore just moments earlier. Heâd rather die than appear ungrateful, even if his hunger pangs had already returned.
âYou can help yourself to seconds, thereâs more than enough,â you took a look at the containers still sitting on the counter. Even after heâd piled his plate high, not a dent was made. âYou can have thirds, fourths- I donât care.â
Bucky shook his head as he cleaned his plate, âNo, thatâs alright. Iâm good. Thank you, though.â
It was an egregious lie; maybe the worst youâd ever heard.Â
âBuck, I can practically hear your stomach rumbling from here.â You knew him. Even after all this time apart, you knew him. You knew he was still hungry, especially after having gone so long without eating. His metabolism burned through fuel at a massively accelerated pace; he needed the calories. âPlease, have some more.â
Once again, he shook his head. âIâm okay, really,â he gave you a smile. âPlus, I donât want you to think Iâm a freeloader.â
His words struck you in a strange way. Bucky never used to worry about your perception of him. And you never thought twice about how he saw you. There was a mutual respect and sense of comfort that didnât fall victim to judgement. You accepted each other without hesitation. But Bucky couldnât find his sense of security. He shifted in his seat and averted his eyes every so often, fearful of your inner monologue.
âWhy are you so worried about what I think?â
Confusion lifted Buckyâs brow, âwhat do you mean?â
âYou just said that you donât want me to think youâre a freeloader. And in the car earlier, you said you didnât reach out and ask me for help because you care about what I think.â You shrugged, âI just want to know why my opinion matters so much to you.â
âBecause youâre my friend,â his tone was sure, steadfast. âIâve always cared about your opinion.â
âYeah,â hearing him call you his friend eased some of the tension in your neck. âAnd I care about what you think of me, too, but- I was never worried about it.â A sudden thought popped into your head, âI mean, Iâve been worrying about it lately, cause it kinda seemed like you hated my guts for a while there, butâŚâÂ
Bucky stared down at his empty plate. He didnât want you pulling at this thread, didnât want you unraveling his thought process. He prayed youâd drop the whole thing and move on.Â
You didnât.
âSamâs your friend, too. Donât you care what he thinks?â You feared coming on too strong, but you needed answers. âHe knows about what youâve been going through. You let him help you. You didnât-â you stopped yourself.Â
Bucky gave you an expectant look, âI didnât what?â
âYou didnât cut him off.â
Buckyâs face fell. You never meant to hurt him, to make him feel bad about pushing you away. No matter how badly he hurt you, youâd never throw it in his face- especially after you learned why he did it.
âBuck, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it like-â
 âNo, donât apologize,â a sad smile crossed his face. âYouâre right.â He was quiet for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He planned on having this conversation with you someday, months from now. He didnât have his script organized, didnât know how to best express what he was feeling. Worry encapsulated him. What if he misspoke? What if he messed things up even worse?
âThings with Sam are different. He and I became friends because of Steve. We promised him weâd look out for each other.â
It sounded all too familiar. âYou and I promised each other the same thingâŚâ It was a pinky promise made on the living room floor of the compound. In the middle of the night, by the light of the fireplace, you swore to be there for one another come hell or high water. Never did you even consider breaking that covenant, that bond. You upheld your end of the bargain without issue. But Bucky fell short.Â
He thought about that promise every night, berating himself for breaking it until he fell asleep.Â
He sighed, âI know we did, but- thatâs not the same thing. You and I became friends when everything fell apart. The entire universe was in chaos, everyoneâs lives imploded.â He dragged his gaze downward, âYou and I were on an even playing field back then.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âBack then, we were equals,â a faint smile flickered on his lips at the thought of those days he spent with you. They were dark, sure, but he remembered them fondly. Those were the days when he never left your side, the days when we woke up and fell asleep next to you. His favorite days. âWe slept on the floor at the compound. We lived off ramen and red bull and worked around the clock to try and figure out how bring everyone back. We struggled. Together. But nowâŚâ He looked around your beautiful kitchen, âeverything is okay again, and everyone has gone back to their lives. Youâre doing well- really well. And Iâm stillstruggling. Iâm in almost the exact same position as I was back then.â
Words formed a traffic jam in your throat. Each new idea of how to comfort Bucky seemed too sappy, too corny. Just as a new phrase tried to exit your lips, you swallowed it. How were you supposed to make him feel better? How were you going to make any of this okay?
Bucky knew you were at a loss. He could see your desperate attempts to come up with a fix-it phrase for his situation, a way to assuage the way he felt. All you ever wanted was to make him feel better. âYou have this great apartment and youâre working for SWORD. You found your way out. Meanwhile, Iâm scrounging together any cash I can find to pay for a few nights in a rat-infested motel. Or Iâm sleeping in the park- and getting arrested for it.â
He was going through a hard time- a really hard time. His life was in shambles and a new hardship greeted him at every turn. But you couldnât make sense of his departure from your life. If anything, he shouldâve grown closer to you, shouldnât he? He shouldâve leaned on you, asked you for help, sought comfort in your arms.Â
âI guess Iâm just- does that automatically mean we canât be friends?â
Buckyâs humiliation piled on top of itself. It grew with each breath, with each passing moment. Admitting just how destitute he was, how utterly lacking- it destroyed him. âNo, but- who wants to be friends with that guy? Who wants to hang out with the guy who canât figure his shit out?â A strange mixture of frustration and melancholy dripped from his words. âI have nothing. And Iâm just not- I canât be your friend yet.â
His words hit you like a train. âWe were already friends; you were my closest friend-â
âWe were rock bottom friends,â his voice was low, hollow. âWe were wartime friends.â It came out almost as a recitation, as thought this was something he told himself to justify his actions.Â
You swore he made up that phrase right there in your kitchen. It seemed more like an excuse than an explanation. âWhat does that even mean?â
âA wartime friend, itâs- itâs the person you cling to when the world implodes. The person youâd never actually be friends with in real life, but you lean on them when life falls apart because theyâre just- theyâre there.â
The day you two met, Bucky found you crying in a supply closet at the compound. You were at the end of your rope, heartbroken over the loss of friends and family. Never had you experienced such an earth-shattering loss. You had no one- nothing. But Bucky was there for you. For a moment, you werenât alone. You had someone. And he quickly became your favorite someone.
âPeople get desperate during wartime, you know?â Bucky continued, âTheyâll befriend anyone if it brings them even a sliver of peace or comfort.â
âSo, you thought-â
âI thought for sure thatâs what you were doing.âÂ
Bucky stood from his chair. Anxiety ate away at him from the inside, leaving him unable to sit any longer. âI mean, you knew who I was. You knew I was a mentally ill, train wreck of a person. I figured weâd buddy up until the clouds parted- since neither of us had any other options- and then when things when back to normal, youâd find your real friends.â
He considered himself a consolation prize, a leftover. He didnât know that, from the very beginning, you considered him a ârealâ friend.
âBut after knowing you for a few days, I wasnât okay with that anymore,â his words came out hurried, almost frantic. âI wanted to be friends with you for real. I wanted you to want me around after we fixed everything. But I knew there was no way youâd want me as a friend outside of the shitstorm.âÂ
The realization played out across his face in real time. You watched happiness turn to disappointment, to despair, to desperation.Â
âSo, I just resigned myself to enjoy our time while it lasted. I knew it was all the friendship I could ever hope to get from you-â A shy smile pulled at his lips, âthough, I was lucky to be close to you for any measure of time.âÂ
The smile faded, âbut then when it was all over, and things went back to normal, you kept reaching out. You kept trying to get in touch with me and I- I couldnât handle it. I couldnât make sense of it-âÂ
You gave a small shake of your head, âI missed you. I needed you. I just wanted to see youâŚâ
âI know, and Iâm sorry. I just didnât know how to react. I panicked.â The nervous energy left Buckyâs buddy all at once. He slid into his chair and let his spine rest heavy against the wood. A sense of dejection befell him like and angry, icy sleet. âI didnât want you to see me struggle in real life. I didnât want you to see how much my actual life resembled the disaster weâd been living in. Cause when you look at my situation in the cold light of day itâsâŚâ he swallowed the urge to hide from his humiliation. âItâs ugly. Thereâs no romanticizing what Iâm dealing with.â
âI know youâre going through a lot right now.â For the first time in almost a year, you reached across the table for his hand. And for the first time in almost a year, he let you. âBut Buck, you are not the only person struggling. I know it feels that way, but there are still so many people trying to get their lives on track after the blip- Iâm still trying to get my head right. No one has a perfect life.â
Bucky gave a gentle scoff, âI know, but yours is a lot closer to perfect than mine.â
Again, you found yourself at a loss. No pep talk, no encouraging words, could make Bucky feel better about his situation. And nothing you could say had the power to fix how he felt about the state of his life. Instead of speaking, you opted to wrap his hand in both of yours the way you used to. You only hoped it would comfort him like the old days.
After a while, Bucky spoke again, âI just wanted to get my life together before I saw you again. You know? Cause my situation right now is embarrassing. I was afraid to admit the truth of my reality.â
You nodded, âAnd thatâs why-â
âThatâs why I was so weird when we ran into each other the other day,â he confirmed. He cringed at the way he acted, the way he treated you. It was all wrong. âI knew you saw me leave the motel. I knew I couldnât pay for a meal at that diner. I was afraid that, as we spent more time together, youâd put the puzzle pieces in place and figure out that Iâm a mess.â
His sense of frantic desperation reclaimed him all at once. He leaned forward and captured your hands in his own as his gaze bore into yours. âI never wanted to cut you out of my life- you have to know that. I need you to know that.âÂ
Tears formed along your lash line, creating a haze around your vision. âI know.â
âI just needed time,â he said. âI needed time to prove that Iâm not a loser, that Iâm good enough- I just wanted to be good enough for you.â
âBuck, you didnât have to prove anything to me. And what do you mean you needed to be good enough? Iâve only ever wanted you to be yourself...â It was the most certain, the surest youâd ever been of anything. Bucky was exactly enough. He was himself, and that was all you could ever ask.
âAnd hey, I bailed you out of jail tonight without having any idea what you did- I didnât even ask. I didnât care. I was going to be there for you, regardless. Because I care about you.â
The storm clouds in his eyes parted. He hadnât even thought about that, about how you paid for his release without context. If ever he doubted how you felt about him, that gesture was enough to set him straight.
He bowed his head a moment, thanking his lucky stars for your gracious nature. âI know you care about me. And Iâm so sorry I abandoned you like that- I never wanted to hurt you. I just didnât know what to doâŚâ
âItâs okay,â you sniffled.Â
Bucky freed your hands for a moment, allowing you to wipe the tears flowing down your cheeks. He recaptured them as soon as he could, even if your knuckles were still damp.Â
âWell, itâs not okay- like, donât do it again,â you joked. âBut I understand now why you felt the way you felt. And you understand that I want you in my life, full stop. Right?â
Bucky nodded, âYeah, I get that now.â
With the deepest sigh of relief you could muster, you banished the feeling of abandonment Bucky with which Bucky saddled you. You shed your fears, your worries. The deep pit that formed in your stomach all those months ago closed, the prickling anxiety in your chest faded away. And for the first time in long time, you breathed easy.
âJust so you know- and I donât wanna hear any complaints or refusals on this-â you gave Bucky a look, prompting him to nod in agreement. âYou have to have at least one more plate of food.â
A rebuttal brewed beneath Buckyâs surface, his fear of imposing rearing its ugly head. Heâd already called in a massive favor, had you pay his bail, used your shower, and eaten your food. The anxiety of overstepping vibrated inside his skull. But he kept his promise and nodded in agreement.Â
âAnd-â
âAnd?â he gave you an exasperated look.Â
You gave a firm nod, âYes, thereâs an âandâ!âÂ
Bucky sighed out a tired laugh, âWhat more could there be?â A sudden darkness eclipsed his expression. His smile fell, his laugh halted. Anxiety had him by the throat. His snaked his hands away from yours and tightened them into tight fists. âI already feel like Iâm taking advantageâŚâ
âYouâre not. I promise.â All at once, you were fed up with sitting across from him. You needed to be closer, as close as possible. Bucky needed to feel your sincerity, to hear your words loud and clear. In a flash, you gave up your seat across the table for the one right next to him. âYou canât impose or take advantage- not here. BecauseâŚâ
Bucky eyed you with a nervous glance, âbecause?â
âBecauseâŚÂ you live here now!â A victorious laugh fluttered out of your throat, âSorry, I donât make the rules.â
Shock overtook Buckyâs expression. He didnât know what to say, what to do. His heart raced, his hand shook. All color drained from his face. âNo, I canât- thatâs too niceâŚâ He stared at you, âAre you serious?â
You nodded, âDead serious. This is your home now, too.â Suddenly, you felt the need to clarify. âBut only if you want. This isnât like, a hostage situation or anything.â
Buckyâs head fell back in a loud laugh that nearly brought tears to your eyes. He hadnât felt this carefree, this at peace, in a very long time. He didnât remember the last time he laughed this way.Â
âWell, that is a relief,â he said with a chuckle. âIâd love to live here with you, Iâd be- Iâm soâŚâ Suddenly, his hands found yours. He squeezed your fingers until your pulse throbbed against your skin. His anxiety practically seeped into your bones. âBut I swear, Iâm not gonna stop looking for a job or trying to get my benefits. I promise. Iâm not gonna sit around like a deadbeat and mooch off you-â
âBuck, donât worry about that right now, okay?âÂ
He shook his head, âAnd I wonât stay here too long, Iâll-â
âHey,â With great effort, you pulled your hands from his and places your palms against his cheeks. âThereâs no move out date. Thereâs no ticking clock. Youâre allowed to live here as long as you want- I want you here.â You shot him a smile, âPlus, Iâve missed you- a lot. So this arrangement is good for me, too.â
A swirling cloud of worry hovered above Buckyâs head. He was overwhelmed, you could tell. He tensed his jaw, his shoulders. His every muscle went rigid. âBut are you sure? This is generous- itâs too generous.â
âIâm sure. Here-â You stood from your chair and gestured for him to do the same, âI thought you might need this.â
With that, you enveloped him in a tight hug. Back at the compound, a hug from you could solve any and every problem for Bucky. And his embrace did the same for you. There was something so warm, so welcoming about the arms of the other. It was salvation, it was solace. It was home. Without a place to live, Bucky could survive. But without you, without his home, heâd been lost. As he wrapped his arms around you, though, his entire world changed. And the severed soul tie you feared would never heal grew back once again, stronger than ever.
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Who the Hell is Daryl?
Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of âY/Nâ, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
He was going to do it. He was really going to do it.Â
He was finally going to ask you out.
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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. âOpposites attractâ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.
The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.
The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasnât anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didnât take his eyes off you, even as you approached him.Â
âBuck, Iâm out of water, can I take a sip of yours?â
He nodded, âSure, Doll,â and tossed you his bottle.Â
You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him.Â
âThanks, Jamie,â you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena.Â
His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.
Iâm going to marry her someday.
He shocked himself with the thought, he wasnât sure where it had come from. But he couldnât help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didnât disagree with the thought.
Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck.Â
After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings.Â
You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.
He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.
âOh, Bucky,â you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.
âWhatâs up?â
âCould you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.â
âYou got it, Doll.â
âYouâre the best! Iâm almost done, Iâll be out in like two minutes,â you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.
Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.
But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He wouldâve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.
Who the hell is âDaryl,â and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?
Bucky couldnât help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.
Daryl â¤ď¸ Iâm back in town, lemme know when youâre aroundÂ
You About to leave for a quick mission, but Iâll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernieâs cafe?
Daryl â¤ď¸ Lets do it. And I miss you too, canât wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful
You Love you too, and Im always careful đ
Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And youâd told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?
Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set.Â
So you were meeting this âDarylâ tomorrow morning?
Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.
Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasnât ready to face you.
Youâd never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldnât trust him? Maybe you werenât as close friends as heâd thought.
âWhich movie did you want to watch tonight?â You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.
âUm, Iâm actually really tired, suddenly. I think Iâm going to go to bed.â Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.
âOh, okay,â you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. âEverything okay?â
âEverything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.â
With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.
Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didnât like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? Heâsâwell, heâs Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something heâd never felt for you before.
He didnât get much sleep that night.
Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didnât know.
Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall.Â
And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees.Â
Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasnât your boyfriend.
âGood morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?âÂ
âYes.â He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. âWhere are you headed?â
âTo meet a friend,â you nodded smoothly.Â
Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.
âWhich friend?â
âPenny.â
So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.
He didnât move from his bed.
âBucky?â Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.
He couldnât get himself to respond.Â
The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.
âHey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.â
âFine.â He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.
A pause.Â
âJamie, whatâs wrong?â You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light.Â
âDonât call me that.â
âWhat?â You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.
âI donât want you to call me âJamieâ anymore.â
âOkayâŚâ
He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, âplease talk to me.â
He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesnât love him.
âWhere were you?â He asked.
You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this.Â
âI was at Bernieâs with Penny.â
âDonât lie to me.â He sneered.
Your eyes widened at his bite.
âIâm not lying? Bucky, what is going on?â
âWhatâs going on is that youâve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why donât you want to tell me?â
âA boyfriend?â You blinked. âI donât have a boyfriend,â
âWhy wonât you be honest with me?â He yelled, and you scooted back.
âI am!â
âThen who is Daryl?â
âWhat?â
âI saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.â Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.
âBucky,â you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.
âWhat?â He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.
âCall the number.â You simply said.
âWhat?â He repeated.
âTake my phone, and call the number.â
Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon.Â
âGo ahead,â you urged.
He pressed the button.Â
Ring.
Ring.
Riâ
âHey!â A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. âWhatâs up hon?â
âHello?â Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.
âUh, hi? Is that Bucky?â
âPâPenny?â He sputtered.
âHey Bucky! Whatâs up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.â
âHey Pen,â you interjected, âEverythingâs fine, Iâll call you back in a bit, kayâ?â
âSure thing, bye, love ya,â Penny added, and hung up.
Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.
âI donât understand.â
âBucky,â you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. âI donât have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as âDarylâ because itâs my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they donât see each other often, but when they do itâs like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny âmy Darylâ because I know that even if we donât talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.â
Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.
âIâm sorry,â he started, âI shouldnât have yelled at you. Iâm sorry I called you a liar.â He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.
âJamieâcan I call you Jamie now?â
He nodded sheepishly.
âJamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?â You asked, wide eyes looking into his.
âI know, Iâm sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to���â he licked his lips, âwell, I wasâŚâ
âYou can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?â You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.
He gulped.
âI was going to ask you to be with me.â
You tilted your head, not quite understanding.
âLike, I was gonna ask if youâd let me be your boyfriend.â He mumbled. âSo when I saw that you were texting and saying âI love youâ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.â
âJames,â you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. âYou silly, jealous man.â You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. âYou want to be my boyfriend?"
"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.
"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.
He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.
âI'm so happy,â he whispered between kisses.
Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.
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I wake up feeling wonderful and energized. I look and realize that I just slept in my underwear. I was so exhausted yesterday that I thought I would have a fever the next day. But this morning, I feel renewed and full of energy. I notice my morning wood poking out of my underwear. I was about to reach down and start jerking off when I heard this voice in my head.
I want to fuck someone. I'm so fucking horny. I hope I can find a tight ass to fuck soon. I'm so horny that I can fuck my pillow and shoot my load in it.
I realize how horny I am right now and simply jerking it off won't relieve it. I turn to my stomach and start rubbing my cock against my bed, humping the air as if I'm fucking someone. I got so lost in lust that I didn't notice that I'm actually leaking pre-cum right now. What is wrong with me? I need to pull myself together.
As much as I want to stand up and start my day, I find myself stuck in my bed, humping like there's no tomorrow, and almost on the verge of orgasm. I feel my body stiffening before I moan while my cock shoots out into my mattress. I heave on my bed, trying to regain some sense of control in this situation. As I feel myself getting down from my orgasmic high, I slowly rise from my bed and see the mess I made. I reluctantly pulled away my bed cover since I just replaced it 2 days ago. I walk towards my washer and toss everything inside, along with my stained underwear. I decide to get a cup of coffee first before I shower, just to clear out my mind.
I brew a pot of coffee and put 2 pieces of bread inside the toaster. I should cook breakfast but I'm still feeling squeamish from what happened in my bed. I just let out a deep sigh and realized that I haven't cummed like that for quite a long time now. It's like my whole body is on fire and all I can think about is cumming my brains out. I guess being a doctor made me spend less time on dating that I haven't had any good fuck for a long time. I miss that, and I think I should get back into dating again.
Yeah, you should find huge, muscular men and have them fuck your ass until you can't walk.
Shit, how awesome it would be to install Grindr and find myself a nice hot stud that can fuck me until I can't walk. But I have lots of appointments for the day. I can't just skip all of that for a simple booty call. My patients need me and I want to be there for them when they do.
But I want to get fucked. I want to have a big, juicy dick pumping in and out of my asshole, or a tight, perky butt to pound into. Whatever is easiest to get right now.
But I can't concentrate on my work if I don't deal with this right now. I should call in sick for the day and spend the whole day browsing through all the gay dating apps that I know. Yeah, I think I will do just that. I open my phone and begin downloading a ton of gay dating apps, signing up for accounts, and setting up profiles. I feel so giddy and excited like a teenager but you can't blame me, I haven't tried this before. I'm used to taking the girl I like into romantic dates before waiting for the right time to ask them if they want to have sex with me. Wait, I'm gay right? I don't like women. Why did I date women back then?
Focus on setting up your account, time is running out and you need to get laid, fast.
I shrug my thoughts about women aside as I continue setting up my profiles in different apps. As soon as I finished it, I started to swipe right on anyone that tickles my fancy. They need to be taller than me, older than me, and have a more muscular body than me. Fucking them or getting fucked by them seems hot to me so I don't mind. Just 5 minutes from creating my accounts, I already got a match from a big bear of a man that is so my type. His profile says he's a bottom and a little submissive. He wants me to send him a picture before he agrees to go here in my house. I grin as I get up and walk into my bathroom to snap a decent pic. As I stare at my reflection, I think that I'm hot enough for this guy.
You need to get shirtless. And remember that leather harness you bought for a costume 2 years ago, wear that before you take a picture for this man.
I remember the leather harness that I brought 2 years ago when I was wearing a cop costume. I run up to my storage room and frantically look for that leather harness. As soon as I grab it, I run back to the bathroom, tear off my shirt, and snap a picture before sending it to my match.
He immediately replied and confirmed that he'll be here in 5 mins. I giggle since I never did this before. Letting a complete stranger into my house just for sex is not my usual thing to do but I'm horny and I need someone right now. I waited for five minutes and perked up when I heard the doorbell ring. Before I walk up to my door, I figured that I should put back my shirt since I'm meeting this stranger.
You look so hot right now. Greet him and put him in his place. He's a submissive motherfucker and you will fuck his brains out. You need to turn him on first and wear this leather harness with shirtless.
Nah, I look hot right now. I'll greet him like this and see his reaction. I run up to the door and slowly open it. I see a man staring hungrily at me. I immediately recognized him as my match in the app so I stood aside and let him in. He walks into my house without breaking our eye contact. I close the door behind and lead him into my living room.
"So, how do you want to do this?" I ask him, trying to get the feel of this man.
"How? I want you to spread me wide and eat my ass first before fucking me. Don't worry about condoms, I cleaned out my hole for this. I still won't mind if you want to use one. And since you said that you're discreet, I don't want you greeting me when we meet outside, okay? I have a family and a job to protect. If you can't do that, I'm walking away." The man explains to me as he pulls his shirt away.
Oh no, this man has a family. I don't want to be involved with a family man. I'm no whore. I can do better than this. I should just decline his offer and send him away. This is just a bad idea.
Say yes. You just have to fuck him and you can be on your usual day. No strings attached. That's what he also wants. He wants your cock and you better give it to him good.
"Sure. Is that all?" I find myself saying as I feel myself smirking at the man.
The man then grins back at me as he gets naked and kneels on my sofa, lifting his ass in the air and showing me his asshole. I understand what he wants to say as I pull down my pants and free my rock-hard cock. I was surprised to see my cock already leaking pre-cum but I'm too horny to care. I aggressively slap his bubble butt before I grip his waist and thrust my dick straight into his inviting hole. I moan as soon as my cock penetrated his flesh, starting by slowly thrusting in and out of him.
I let myself feel the rhythm of the man's body before slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts. I feel myself getting lost in pleasure as I hear the man moaning and begging for more. I feel like I'm up for the challenge so I start pounding his ass like there's no tomorrow. The man starts wailing as his legs begin wobbling. I reach out to grab both his arms and begin mercilessly tearing his hole.
But then, I felt something click inside me. Something that I never before. I let out a gutteral moan as I feel my cock explode inside the man's ass. For some reason, I feel the cum shooting out of my cock more thicker and much more viscous than my usual cum. I grab the man's arms tighter and pull him closer to me. I could hear the man begging me to stop for a while but I ignored him. I just keep on pumping my load inside his ass for quite some time. In the middle of my endless orgasm, I feel the man under me begin squirming and twitching out of control. I realized that I've been cumming for a long time now and should have stopped minutes ago. There's clearly something wrong with what's happening and I should check if the man is still okay.
Just hold him tight and keep on pumping him full of my slime. We need to turn him into a puppet just like you. Just keep him in place while I assimilate his mind and body. You love cumming, don't you?
Fuck yeah, I love cumming! Cumming is the best. I will cum my brains out into this horny slut and pump him full of my seed. He won't be walking for days after this. I just have to keep on pumping and pumping cum until you're done turning him into a puppet like me. Wait, I'm a puppet? When did I become a puppet? And who am I talking to? What the hell is happening? I instinctively jumped away from the man as I suddenly pulled out my cock from his ass.
To my surprise, there is a gel-like string connecting my urethra to the man's asshole. My sudden disconnection to the man caused him to become aware of what was happening. He looked behind him and started at the sight of the slime connecting my cock to his butt. I tried to run away but suddenly felt my body instantly getting tired. I fall on the floor as my consciousness fades to black.
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Nick almost caused me to lose this beautiful, hunky bear. I can't believe that someone with a huge cock wants to bottom. But that doesn't matter anymore since I'm in control now. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and admire my new puppet. I snapped a picture using Nick's phone and sent it to my email address.
I close my eyes and try to access this man's memories again. I tried earlier but I got rejected. Now that he's all clean and calm, I think I can do it. As soon as I open my eyes, his memories begin flowing in my mind like a calm river. I look into the mirror again and smirk.
"You will be a great addition to my collection, Dylan. I assure you that I'll use your body for all it's worth."
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᯽ wet dreamz ⢠osamu dazai
synopsis ⢠youâve been having some dubious dreams about one (1) osamu dazai and you let it slip.
warnings ⢠swearing, lucid dreaming, fem!reader, Ĺsfw, dazai (he needs his own warning, yes), nickname âbellaâ is used, hair pulling, some light hand stuff/teasing, oral (f -> m), no set dynamic (both parties switch), masturbation (f), clothed sex, edging, finger sucking, slight choking, creampie, overstimulation, pussy drunk dazai, this is a long one >.<, also mildly unedited
wc ⢠6.8k
a/n ⢠ahahahaha i donât know
his hands are all over you, all at once, but itâs still not enough. you canât pinpoint why because in all honesty it should be borderline overwhelming. but itâs not.
maybe youâre just greedy. youâve been waiting for this for so long that youâve been dreaming about it. dreaming? something washes over you and, once again, you canât place it. you shake it off internally. how could you pay anything much attention when what you should be paying attention to is the man underneath you pawing at your skin.
heâs demanding all of your attention and youâll gladly give it to him. you donât remember how you got here, or how you got his shirt off but you dip down and kiss his exposed and surprisingly sun kissed skin. everything is blurry, the feeling of his skin under your lips, the image of him shirtless underneath you and the sensation of his nimble fingers kneading at your ass.Â
before you can overthink it, he gets impatient and guides your hips to grind down on his hardened crotch. your mind is the next thing to become blurry. you straighten up and throw your head back as the sensation of the friction overtakes your senses. you want more, need more.
as if the brunette could read your mind, heâs tugging at your panties. itâs only then that you realize, heâs pantless as well. things felt like they were going too fast and also too slow all at once. you sit yourself back down on his length and continue to grind down on him.
your head is swimming and distantly you hear ringing in your ears. you ignore it though, the sounds of his moans drowning out any other noise. his grip on your bottom tightens and he lifts your hips up expertly aligning himself with your entrance.
heâs about to sit you back down and stretch you out but the ringing gets louder and everything goes white.
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you woke this morning in a pool of your own sweat â thighs rubbing together desperately seeking out the same sensations you experienced in your dream.Â
now youâre sitting at your desk feeling extremely embarrassed and, frankly, frustrated that you had yet another wet dream about your coworker, dazai osamu.Â
you let out a huff while typing up a report on yesterdayâs case. of all people in this office it just had to be the most insufferable of them all. why did he have to be so gorgeous? why couldnât you think the same of kunikida? hell, even ranpo would have been a better choice than dazai. you think your subconscious is cruel. laughing at you, making fun of you by giving you wet dreams. you felt like a fucking teenager. hell, you donât think you even had wet dreams when you were an adolescent going through puberty. how utterly embarrassing.
you let out yet another exasperated sigh, brows furrowed and fingers typing furiously. you were making a spectacle and your deskmates had long since noticed your sour mood. atsushi and kunikida were the smart ones, they simply let you be, figuring if you wanted to talk about it you would bring it up.Â
dazai, however, is nosey. his natural curiosity always getting the better of him. he builds a simple paper airplane and shoots it through the air. it lands right on your keyboard and your aggressive typing finally ceases. you stare at the airplane as if youâve never seen one in your entire life. you refuse to look up, fearing that if you look at dazai youâll be reminded of what your subconscious thinks of him. you donât think you can handle that quite yet.
dazai watches, slightly perturbed, as you seem to try to make his little creation spontaneously combust. no matter how unsettling, dazai still isnât deterred. atsushi shoots him a warning look, as if to say this wasnât a good idea. the brunette blatantly ignores the boy and wheels himself over to your part of the desk, which was a show in itself since youâre on the complete opposite side of where he was sat. that means dazai has to push himself past either atsushi or kunikida. of course, him being the menace that he is, dazai chooses the harder path of going around kunikida.
you donât see it because youâre still having a staring contest with your little gift but kunikidaâs eye twitches as dazai swivels past him. the blonde was going to take the high road though. he was going to let it slide since you seemed to need the distraction. but dazai was clumsy and clipped his wheels on the ones of his partnerâs chair. kunikidaâs eye twitches and he canât help himself.
âdazaiâŚâ itâs a simple warning. one that the brown eyed detective promptly ignores.
dazai makes it to you without another hitch and gingerly reaches over to replace the airplane with a paper rose.
you blink. stare some more. then finally look up. âdazai, what the fuck?âÂ
âoh câmon, bella. youâve been in a mood all day. i thought a rose would cheer you up enough to tell me whatâs got you in such a sulky mood.â dazai pouts at you and it takes everything in you to look away for your sanity.
you can feel your cheeks heating up by just the small interaction. if these dreams persist, youâre not sure you can keep your composure. you were barely hanging on by a thread as it was. you distantly think maybe itâs your subconscious telling you that you need to get laid. you almost scoff at the thought.
yes. it has been some time since you last slept with someone, but there is no way that was causing the dreams. if that was the case you would be having dreams about more than just dazai. he was simply plaguing your mind and you think you might go insane if this kept going on.Â
so instead of dealing with it like a sane person, because you arenât right now, you decide to take it out on the very man that has been haunting your mind. âiâm trying to get my work done and iâm certainly not in the mood. go bother atsushi if youâre bored, dazai.â
you hear a small complaint come from across the desk and look up to see atsushi giving you an accusatory expression. you immediately feel guilty for throwing him under the bus and finally relax for the first time all day. you toss the weretiger an apologetic smile then whip around to glare at dazai for a moment.
âi changed my mind. youâre buying me lunch at the cafe. letâs go.â you donât give dazai any time to answer. you save your work, shut your laptop and promptly stand up and walk off. you werenât going to give dazai any room to argue. you figured if he didnât follow then he wasnât that curious and you got to enjoy a break in silence.
unfortunately you hear dance-like footsteps coming from behind you, indicating that dazai was, in fact, following. you both step into the elevator and about halfway down dazai finally opens his mouth.
âso, whatâs got a beautiful woman such as yourself in such a mood today?â his smile is lazy and eyes dull.
you hate this. you hate when he acts like this. you do genuinely like dazai, just not this version of him. the shut off version, the one that puts on a facade and plays with people for fun. you donât have much time to think about it though. the elevator jolts to a sudden stop and dings, indicating that youâve made it to the ground floor. you scurry out of the small space and make your way to the cafe.Â
when you enter your mood instantly sours seeing that it wasnât lucy in today, but rather the waitress dazai is always making eyes at and wistfully requesting her to perform a double suicide with him. you muster up a smile to offer the owner and wave at him before taking your seat at one of the booths. dazai plops himself on the other side across from you.
the waitress comes over and you brace yourself for the encounter thatâs about to transpire. dazai watches you closely, head tilting to the side curiously.Â
âwelcome, detectives, what can i get you started with today?â her smile is sweet and you feel bad for your previous annoyance. itâs not her fault dazai doesnât understand the art of subtlety.Â
dazai speaks up before you can get a chance to. âgo on, bella, you order whatever you want.â dazai addresses his attention to the waitress next. âeverything will be going on my tab, miss waitress.â
âhow very generous of you, mr. dazai. i assume you finally invested in that life insurance policy i recommended?â her smile is sweet but her words are clipped and condescending. you let out a little snort as dazai starts to sweat a little.Â
before dazai can quip back, you order. âiâll take an iced latte and the sandwich of the day, please.â
âof course miss. what about you, mr. dazai?â
dazai almost shrinks at her faux warm demeanor. âiâll just take a cup of coffee.âÂ
you raise your brow at him disapprovingly and before the waitress can scurry off you quickly get out, âcan you make sure my sandwich is cut in half?â
she smiles at you genuinely and nods her head. after she walks off you catch dazai staring at you once again. you know heâs about to speak again and you dread whatever it is thatâs going to fall from those surprisingly full lips of his.Â
âso, are you going to tell me whatâs gotten your panties in a twist all day?â
nice.
how eloquent of him.Â
you scowl at him and hiss out, âcould you not refer to it as that?â
âsorry, bella. would you rather i ask why youâve been so sour all day in a different way?â dazai grins at you clearly pleased at getting a rise out of you.Â
you huff and roll your eyes. âwould you believe me if i told you itâs because i had a dream of you?â
âoh? did you now? what was the dream about? you must regale me with all of the details.â dazai sets his elbows on the table in between the two of you. his fingers intertwine and he rests his head atop his hands.Â
itâs almost eerie, the way heâs looking at you but you canât quite place why. you wince internally realizing your mistake. how the hell are you supposed to tell dazai that you fantasized aboutâ no. you didnât fantasize, it was a dream. a creation of your subconscious. not of your control. you want to shrivel up and die.Â
how the hell are you supposed to explain that to dazai?
you donât. itâs the only sane reasoning you can come up with. but now you have to scramble to come up with something to dazai. the longer you just blankly stare at him the more suspicious heâs going to get. you can see it in the way his eyes become hooded and his right brow shifts up.
dazai perks up a bit and, oh god, here it comes. the realization youâve been dreading. âdonât tell me you dreamt about me in that way.â he hums dramatically. âwhat a naughty girl, thinking about your colleague in such a way~â
you involuntary freeze. sure you knew this was coming but there is no way he saw through you that easily. he came to that conclusion so fast and you know for a fact you arenât an easy person to read unless you want someone to. he couldnât have just picked up on your thoughts like that. no, you have to remind yourself this is dazai osamu. he could have done exactly that. regardless, you refuse to admit it to yourself, let alone dazai.
âabsolutely n-â youâre cut off by the waitress dropping off your drinks and the sandwich.Â
clearly she understood what you meant by your earlier request because she brings you an extra plate. you thank her one more time before she walks off. placing the slightly bigger half of the sandwich on the extra plate and scooting it towards dazai.
âeat.â he looks at you curiously but obliges when you give him an expectant glare.
you know he wonât drop the previous subject but luckily for you heâs too busy with eating to make much conversation. you both enjoy your respective halves of the delicious sandwich in silence. it was peaceful, a stark contrast to what usually transpired when youâre with dazai. you observe him quietly, subtly, as you chew on the last bite of your food.
heâs picking at the bread after only two bites. his coffee was finished within the first few minutes of it being set in front of him. a clear avoidance. keeping himself busy with sipping on his coffee so he wouldnât have to eat. the few bites were to appease you. unfortunately for him you know all of those tricks, maybe a little too well.
you cross your arms over your chest and think about this tactically, you know if you scold him outright heâll brush it off easily. you have to think like him for a moment. what would he do if your positions were switched.
playing dumb. âyou know, itâs not very polite to let a lady eat more than youâŚâÂ
you pout and look away from him, trying to seem embarrassed. youâre not sure if itâs worked. youâre honestly too nervous to look. you think it must look real because youâre now actually embarrassed by the probably god awful acting you just displayed.
but then you hear distinct chewing and peak over to something that pleasantly surprises you. heâs taken another two bites, significantly larger than the last two, because heâs almost finished with the sandwich by the time you fully turn to look at him.Â
for the first time all day you finally crack a smile at him and let out a fit of giggles. dazai almost chokes on the sandwich from the sound alone. itâs a sound heâll never get used to nor will he ever get tired of it. youâre too busy trying to calm your giggles to notice dazaiâs internal struggle as he finishes off his own food all the while staring at you in amazement.
you take a few calming breaths and look at him, still all smiles. dazai resists the urge to clutch his chest, something in it stirs â an extremely alarming and foreign sensation for him. dazais nerves are suddenly on fire. he suddenly recalls what you said earlier, how you dreamt about him. he knows you planned on denying his earlier implications but the way you paused makes him think you were having those types of dreams about him.Â
dazaiâs fingers twitch at his sides. heâd be lying if he said he didnât think of you like that. hell, heâd probably have the same types of dreams if he actually dreamt. dazaiâs breathing shallows and he need to get away from you. his self control thinning with each passing second he thinks about you in the most intimate of ways.Â
he knows itâs wrong. at least in your case you canât control it. but here his is, shamelessly fantasizing about you like you arenât sat right in front of him. dazai disgusts himself. he wants to bash his head in, his thoughts swimming, making it hard for him to focus. vision blurring and ears rushing like thereâs water stuck in them.
dazai abruptly stands up and announces, âwe should get back to work. kunikida will get on us if we take any longer.â
youâre so perplexed because when has dazai ever cared about what kunikida thinks about? then you notice it, the unmistakable bulge straining against the crotch of his pants. you swear you didnât mean to look, it was just currently at eye level. youâre suddenly given an opportunity, something you need to make a decision on and quickly.Â
as calmly as you can, you slide out of the booth and wave to the owner and waitress before grasping onto dazaiâs hand and dragging the brunette away with you. dazai is far too dazed to protest at how assertive youâre being. you lead the way to the elevator and the ride there is painstakingly quiet and slow. the second the contraption dings and the doors begin to open youâre slipping through with dazai still in tow.
the lanky man is thoroughly confused when, instead of going back to the office, you shove the two of you in the supply closet. he wants to ask but something tells him he doesnât need to. your body language gives way that youâre going to explain yourself.
thank god thereâs a lock on the inside of this room. you really did not want to relocate to the bathroom for this. dazai is still dazed, unsure of whatâs happening, just letting you toss him around like a rag doll. everything is still on fire making him feel detached from his body. the sensation is almost numbing.
âyou know whatâs so frustrating?â your breathing is just as shallow as his is now. the ride on the elevator working you up far more than it should have.Â
although heâs detached, your voice anchors him. he looks down at your flushed face and he almost whimpers at the sight. he croaks out, âwhat is?â
âyou. youâre so frustrating. your stupid act, your stupid need to play dumb, your stupid big brown eyes, your stupidly long fingers, your stupidly handsome face and your stupidly careless actions. yâknow, youâve had a hard on since you stood up at the cafe. practically shoved it in my face.â you have him trapped, his back is hitting the end of some shelves.
you donât touch him yet. you look up at him and gauge his reaction. he seems to be battling with what he should say and you could laugh in triumph. youâve never seen someone render the dazai osamu speechless, but you just did it with a few suggestive sentences.Â
dazai takes a shuddered breath collecting his wits before grinning down at you after fully processing your words. âmy apologies, bella. that wasnât my intention, but what is yours? this is quite the damning position you have me in.â
your confidence falters but you quickly recover and click your tongue. âit would be rude of me to not help you calm down⌠especially if i was the cause.âÂ
you look away, embarrassed by your own proposition. dazai takes a moment. he knows what youâre implying, heâs sure of it, but heâs having a hard time wrapping his head around it. after what feels like an eternityâ itâs not, youâre just being dramaticâ it finally clicks in dazaiâs head. youâre being serious, if the look on your face is any indication.Â
the detective hums and reaches out. his hand cups your face and glides up into your hair, fingers tangling with the strands and tugging just a little too harshly to be considered gentle. he was needy, you could see it in the endless sea of honey that are his irises. something was stirring.Â
âhow am i supposed to say no to that? iâm a weak man, unable to deny a beautiful woman when she makes such an enticing offer.â
you donât have time to bite back with a witty comment because his lips are quite literally crashing into yours. the second his chapped lips make contact with your own every single touch and action from him comes from a place of desperation. although skilled, his actions are sloppy and almost rushed. his free hand grips your waist and draws you even closer.Â
your hands land on his chest to brace and balance yourself. you try to catch your breath but dazai is proving that difficult with how his tongue dances along your own. his actions steal your breath away from you and make your lungs burn, screaming for relief and air.Â
the lack of air and the sensation of dazaiâs tongue tangling with your own dizzies your head. you canât get a proper thought out. instinctively your mouth is moving with his, tongue smoothing over his, and hands fisting at the cloth on his chest but you couldnât move out of your own volition.Â
dazai pulls your head back by once again tugging at your hair. you let out an involuntary whimper, making sure to stay quiet as you gasp for air. dazai dips his head down and speaks in between littering kisses on your neck.
âi thought you were going to help me calm down, bella. so far iâm doing all the work and now iâm far more worked up than i was in the cafe.âÂ
his words bring you crashing down to reality and you scowl. of course he would still tease you. he loves getting a rise out of you.Â
you donât entertain him, though. instead your hand travels down his torso and starts tugging at his shirt. you pout at him mockingly. âi didnât realize some mild kissing would work you up so much. âdidnât realize you were so sensitive -- so needy.âÂ
dazai wants to quip back at you but as youâre talking youâre undoing his pants and your last word is emphasized by you shoving your hand down his pants. your hand almost falters when you realize heâs not wearing anything underneath. instead, though, you take your index finger and teasingly run it along his length. it feels endless, heâs long, you realize. you briefly wonder just how far, how deep, he could reach inside of you.Â
dazai shudders at the feather like touches to where he needs attention the most right now. you lean up and with your free hand you tug on dazais collar to bring him down to your level. your breath fans over his ear and, god, he shudders again.Â
you hum. ââs this where you need attention right now?â
âyes.â dazai breathes out the word. clearly affected by the way your finger is twirling around the leaking tip of his cock.
you maintain eye contact with dazai as you sink to your knees. the implication alone has dazaiâs nerves coiling tighter. he brings his hand up to cover his face, head falling back as he groans. his breathing becomes more erratic as you withdrawal your hand, he barely contain a whimper from falling past his lips at the loss of contact. but you make quick work of shocking his pants halfway down his thighs and finally freeing his strained length.
your mouth begins to salivate involuntarily. his cock is surprisingly pretty and just as you suspected â his length is impressive, definitely above average. the leaking tip is flushed pink and his veins are visibly throbbing. you want nothing more than to choke on it but first, you think you need to tease him some more.
you rest your cheek on his trembling thigh and stare up at him innocently. âosamu.â he could cum, right then and there with the way you say his given name.
dazai looks down at you. the sight in front of him bringing him embarrassingly closer to release. all dazai can muster is a hum of acknowledgment and even that sounds a little pained.
you smile at his obvious desperation. âif i help you out here you need to follow a couple rules. be quiet and no touching. think you can do that for me?â
dazai tries so hard to pay attention to your words but barely registers them. did you say no touching? no touching what? and him being quiet? a bold request of him.
you seem pleased with how quick he is to nod at you in obedience. you waste no time, ready to indulge both of your fantasies. you lick a long stripe along the vein on the underside of his cock. dazai is twitching at the one action alone. how embarrassing of him â you both have the same thought.Â
the brunetteâs fingers itch to touch you but his mind is coherent enough to remember your stipulations. no touching. how cruel of you. to resist that temptation when youâre making him feel this good is just downright wicked.
you donât miss the way his fists clench in a desperate attempt to keep his word. how could you not reward him for that? listening to you like such a good and obedient puppy. your tongue darts out to swirl around his flushed tip. the taste of his precum floods your tastebuds and youâre instantly hooked like an addict to their drug of choice. dazaiâs taste was your new vice.Â
your lips wrap around his head and you hollow your cheeks. dazai is panting. his head spinning from the pleasure at just the slightest of touches from you. his head hangs back and he brings his fist to his mouth and bites down. he wants to groan, wants to whimper, wants to moan your name. but youâve denied him that privilege and he has a feeling that you would be merciless if he gave in and disregarded your requests.Â
you take more of him with each bob of your head and with each stroke of your tongue you unravel the tight coil that had formed in dazaiâs stomach. he was already so close. what a sight it would be to watch you choke over him as he spills everything he has directly down your throat. the thought almost undoes him. he bites down on his fist harder and he thinks he may have broken skin.
you observe dazai and itâs all so hot. his pants, his facial expressions, the way sweat is starting to form on his face and cause his hair to stick to it. you can feel yourself getting worked and youâre impatient. thank god the weather permitted you to wear a pencil skirt instead of the usual slack you usually wear. you use your free hand to bunch up your skirt at your waist. the actions makes your movements on dazaiâs cock a little sloppy. he hadnât noticed yet but his brows furrow as if heâs starting to. you try to fix your pace but itâs too late. he is already picking up his head and peering down at you.Â
you were trying to touch yourself. if his head wasnât already spinning this is what would be what sent him into a spiral. you had the audacity to call him needy but then in turn do something like this. it was unfair.Â
Dazai canât help himself. âbella, are you trying to touch yourself?â it comes out as a teasing whisper. you donât miss the amusement in his voice.Â
you suppose you asked him to stay quiet, not to stay silent.
still, your brows furrow and you ever so slightly graze your teeth against his cock. the sensation is something dazai sickeningly loves. his eyes are rolling back into his head and he letâs out a short moan. itâs quiet and youâre quite annoyed that heâs found a loophole.Â
you canât deny that his noises arenât doing something for you, though. youâre even more desperate than before to slip out of your panties. you maneuver around and manage to shimmy them off. itâs almost embarrassing how wet the crotch of them are. you try to care but you just can bring yourself to do so when dazaiâs hips begin to thrust and force the small bit of his length youâve been unable to touch down your throat.Â
you gag around him and dazaiâs grasping at the shelves behind him for leverage. you spread your legs the best you can, being on your knees like this and sneak your hand up your thigh. you can feel the heat radiating off of you. you run a finger through your slick and moan around dazai when the digit brushes your clit.
âfuck, fuck, fuck âs so good, bella. your mouth âs so perfect for me.â his voice is hushed and breathy.
youâre not even listening to his babble as your nose continues to brush against his pelvis every time your sucking him back into your mouth. gagging, choking, on his cock. your eyes are watery, tears spilling from that and the sensation coming from below your pelvis. your finger makes expert work of your clit.
itâs too much.
you canât breath right, dazai canât think right, you gag with every thrust, dazai canât control his stuttering hips, your one hand is playing with yourself and the other reaches up to cup dazaiâs balls.Â
itâs not only too much for you, itâs too much for dazai. the added sensation makes nerve, every cell, every fiber that makes up dazai ignite. he was about to cum, he needed to warn you. he needed to open his mouth and say something but it just flapped, no noise was coming out.
you bob your head back and peer up at dazai, his erratic breathing becoming suspiciously loud. the look on his face is absolutely breathtaking â itâs flushed, almost beet red, tears of his own trickle down his cheeks in droplets. he looked like a fallen angel, beautiful and dangerous all at the same time.Â
you moan at the sight. fingers traveling down to your entrance and slowly pushing through. you suck in a breath and fold your lips over your teeth to keep yourself from grazing his length with them. the initial stretch feels divine but your fingers themselves arenât enough. you need dazaiâs twitching cock inside your cunt.
you note that dazais cock is throbbing painfully and starts to twitch quite a lot.
oh, you realize, heâs going to cum.Â
you smirk deviously. you push your mouth down on dazai until his tip is hitting the back of your throat. with your eyes still on him you hollow your cheeks and swallow. dazai almost yelps at the added stimulation. his head snaps up and finally his attention is on you.
âshit.â he hisses, this time a little louder, so you glare up at him. âsorry- sorry but- fuck- gonna cum, please, âm so close.â
the second those words leave his mouth youâre backing up and removing your fingers from yourself. dazai letâs out a mangled noise, something between a sob and laugh. it was almost unnerving but the blissed out look on dazaiâs face tells you heâs enjoying this game far more than the average person.
you watch his chest heave, his breathing heavy. his face is as red as a blooming rose. you think itâs a sort of beautiful sight to see. dazai never gets flustered, so seeing him like this, you canât help but to feel special.Â
you stand up as you pout at him, mock empathy written all over your face. âsorry, did you wanna cum? donât think i can have that quite yet. not when you havenât even fucked me. right, osamu?â
there it is again, the sound of his given name falling from your lips. something in dazai snaps. the thread of his sanity that youâd been stretching thin ever since the cafe finally tore in two. his eyes darken dangerously and you only have a moment to realize the shift before heâs picking you up by your thighs and wrapping them around his thin waist. you can feel his stiff cock lightly bouncing against your ass as he flips you around and pins you against the shelves.
his head dips down and he lips scant across the skin of your neck. heâs careful to only leave feather light touches. scraping the rough skin of his mouth on one of your most sensitive areas sends a shock of electricity through your body. you so badly want to tug at his hair but youâre coherent enough to realize your fingers are still coated in your own slick.Â
you smile slyly at the detective as he peers at you through his ridiculously long lashes. you grab his chin delicately and bring your soiled fingers to his lips. his eyes light up in immediate realization. he wordlessly opens his mouth, tongue lolling out a bit as he happily waits for his treat like a puppy, you can practically see his tail wagging. you let out a breathless laugh, because you think you may be screwed. dazai osamu has you wrapped around his pretty and lithe fingers and you think he already knew that.Â
you think about making him beg for it but youâre so momentarily mesmerized by the brunette that you find yourself leaning in and gently interesting the digits into his mouth. dazai is quick to appreciate your offering. his lips encase your fingers and his tongue makes quick work of lapping up and savoring your taste.
dazaiâs hip involuntarily rut into yours and you canât help yourself. all the pent up frustration youâve felt since the dreams started finally gets to your head. youâre desperate to feel him inside of you. a sensation you were always denied of, waking up before actually getting fucked by the very man holding you each time. you reach down to guide his cock then expertly shift your hips and he becomes perfectly aligned with your entrance. dazai is sucking on your fingers but his actions become sloppy as he watches what youâre doing with intense concentration.
you waste no time sinking yourself down on his length, heâs already well coated in your slick and eases into you. you bite on your lip to avoid making any obscene noises but dazai snaps you into reality when he carelessly moans loudly. you panic and shove your fingers further into his mouth. he hums appreciatively and if his hips rocking into yours didnât feel so good youâd hop off his cock right then and there and leave him blue balled. you could bring yourself to do that though, not when youâve been waiting for this for so long.
you settle for hissing out, âshut the fuck up, dazai.âÂ
dazai gives you a shit eating grin as he snakes an arm under your ass and squeezes before slowly shifting his hips away from yours, leaving you virtually empty, before sliding himself back into you at the same painstakingly slow pace. he repeats the slowed movements a few times before youâre slipping your fingers out of his mouth and bracing yourself on his shoulders. you try to move your hips on your own but dazai is quick to catch you.
âah, ah, bella. canât have you doing whatever you want right now. unless you want me to get louder, youâll let me set the pace.â his voice is slightly strained and hushed, but despite his seriousness, you can hear the tiniest bit of teasing mixed in.
you let out a whine but resign to him setting the pace. in the meantime your fingers find their way to his hair and tug. dazais hips stutter, showing you that he is far too needy to take full control. taking full advantage of just how distracted he is, you grind your hips into the detectiveâs with each thrust and dip your head to leave sloppy wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
âshit, youâve been so wound tight all the time lately that even your perfect cunt has a vice grip on me. itâs so perfect, feels so good.â you can tell how hard dazai is trying to be quiet and you note that you should reward him for that later.
it doesnât take long for his pace to increase, his rapid movements making the shelves behind you rock and creak. dazai still seems displeased with the pace, his brows knitting together in concentration. you catch his eyes flitting to your neck and lingering there.Â
youâve always worn your tie loose, the first couple buttons if your dress shirt undone. it drives dazai mad. your neck and cleavage are always on display in the most tasteful way. he wants nothing more than to run his hand over your velvety soft skin and wrap his nimble fingers around your neck. now that he has the chance to do so, he canât pass up the opportunity.
your grip in his hair tightens as he shifts you, keeping you up with one arm as he keeps his pace. you have no room to question him when the new positioning has his cock nudging your sweet spot so deliciously. your head becomes dizzy and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.Â
dazaiâs hand travels up your body, palm flush with your skin so he can feel every bump and curve. he starts at your upper abdomen and slithers it up. he completely ignores your breasts which you vaguely think was his goal. you have no time to act surprise over it bc his hand is gently wrapping around your neck. he wants to squeeze, fingers twitching, but he resigns to a light grip to simply test the waters.Â
your response is something he wasnât expecting. your eyes roll back and you let out a hushed whimper. thatâs when he realizes, he wants to do this forever. he wants to fuck you senseless so he can see that beautiful expression on your face forever. so he can feel you tightly wrapped around him forever. dazai wants you forever. the fleeting thought scares him just a little but he has no time to dwell on it because the coil in his stomach is unraveling once again.
âdazai-â your interrupted by him bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. you think the noises from the kiss alone are far more obscene than the noises from him bullying his cock into you, which is a hard feat considering those are, by no means, quiet or pure.Â
when the brunette detaches himself he breathes out. âosamu- shit- âs osamuâŚâ
âosamu. âm gonna cum. so close- please.â you let out a quiet sob as you babble.
dazai has no time to respond. itâs embarrassing, the way he canât even give you any other warning but him shoving his face in your shoulder, grip tightening around your throat ever so slightly. the whimper he lets out tells you everything you need to know before he starts spilling his cum inside of you.
the throbbing of his cock and sensation of him filling you up has your walls contracting and youâre diving off the deep end yourself. you bite your lip hard. desperate trying to keep yourself from making more noise than the whines sticking in your throat. your vision blurs and and hearing goes muffled as your senses become overwhelmed by your high.
dazai is still rutting his hips into you, guiding you through your orgasm despite his twitches and obvious overstimulation. when you come back to your senses, dazai is whimpering a lot louder than previously. his grip on your neck is lost as he leaves soothing strokes on your side. you tug at his hair to lift his head so you can look at him.
his face is somehow even more flushed than earlier, youâre almost concerned. the look in his eyes though makes something stir inside of you. his glazed over and hooded eyes, completely unfocused. his lips parted as heâs letting out short and shuddered puffs of air. dazai has lost all senses but the feeling of him inside of you.Â
âosamu. hey- look at me. you need to calm-â you his when his rutting becomes more intense, thrusts becoming less shallow but hips and cock still twitching wildly, you have to stop him otherwise youâll both lose yourselves in this supply closet and you canât afford to do that when everyone is still in the office next door. âosamu we need to get back.â
dazai seems to have regained some of his consciousness. âagain.â
you let out a breathless laugh, eyes glimmering in genuine amusement and adoration. ânot right now. later. we need to get back. i have a case i need to finish working on.â
dazai finally fully comes back to you and he lightens up at the promise of later. that means this isnât just a one time thing. something in that back of his head always told him if he crossed that line with you, things wouldnât be the same, heâd only have one shot. but your words are such a relief he could cry. he canât help himself, he has to clarify.
âlater? after work and⌠again anytime after that?â his eyes are pleading and hopeful and you canât help but melt under his soft gaze.
you nod and open your mouth to affirm his statement but you're rudely interrupted by a loud rapping at the closet door. âyou two better have not done any of that by my emergency snack stash and you better clean up after yourselves. hurry up, i can't keep stalling and kunikida needs staples.â
ranpoâs voice rings throughout the room. you groan in embarrassment and bury yourself into his chest. dazai lets out a gleeful laugh still dizzyingly drunk on the idea of your promise.
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