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[pulchramusae-archived]

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"... sorry about that. are you okay?" with her blade by her side once more, byleth looks this stranger up and down as she pulls a glass vial of sheer blue liquid out of the satchel on her person. it was unclear if they were alright or not, but... it was better to offer the vulnerary in the event they'd gotten hurt. but there was one thing that was certain - it looked like this person wasn't from fodlan at all. nonetheless, the mercenary extends the hand holding the glass vial just in case.

[lightseoul]

so i finally did it, y'all—i commissioned the wonderful @zestivivi to draw my first-ever °˖✧ self-ship art °˖✧

and i couldn't help it upon seeing the draft; i had to write a drabble to give it a bit of a backstory and to really just treat myself, so here it is!

(the pic is under the cut, if you're not in the mood to read and just wanna take a peek at it!)

CALL ME YOUR FAVORITE, CALL ME THE WORST (k. bakugou x reader)

“—and so i told eijirou he could go to hell if he asked me to cover for him tonight,” bakugou finishes, just as you twist your key one last time, effectively unlocking the door.

you toss him a chastising look as you push it open, trying to ignore the hammering in your chest as you do so. “don’t talk to your best friend like that, katsuki.”

at that, he scoffs, trailing behind you and entering through the doorway. “correction, you’re my best friend. and he’s used to it.”

despite yourself, a smile manages to creep into your face, which bakugou unfortunately catches sight of. the man only smirks to himself before gesturing to his trainers, “where do i put these?”

“beside my birks, please,” you sing-song, although your voice comes out a bit wobbly.

fucking nerves.

dropping your bag on the counter, you quickly shuffle through your kitchen and toward your dining area slash living room slash bedroom, scanning the space for any spot you’ve missed before bakugou could see them.

you’re just about to conclude that this place is as tidy as it can get when you sense the pro-hero walk up beside you, and you look at him to see his eyes darting across the area in inspection, a pensive expression on his face.

“what’re you thinking?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. you immediately regret it, though, bracing yourself for constructive feedback that you know will sting nonetheless.

it’s not every day you get to show your new place that’s your very own to anybody, let alone to your famously (notoriously) pedantic boyfriend.

“it's really clean,” he starts, pausing to think for a moment. he eventually turns to face you, that smirk from before now back on his face, “it’s very you. i like it.”

you feel a warmth wash over you, and you don’t fight the grin that’s invading your features. “aww, thanks, babe!”

he waves you off with a hand, resuming his thorough survey of your unit. “‘s nice how you displayed your books here, and that your guitar is easy to reach for. and your decorations are just abo—”

you glance back at the man from where you were hurriedly pouring him a cold glass of water, “just about what, kats?”

to that, bakugou doesn’t say anything. he seems frozen, eyes fixed on what you think is your entertainment area.

you pad toward the spot beside him, and you follow his line of vision.

directly right to your dynamight figurines.

almost instantly, your stomach drops as if you just got hit by a metaphorical tsunami of scalding humiliation. your feet move before your brain can catch up, and in a matter of seconds, you find yourself planted right in front of bakugou, obscuring his view of his mini-me’s.

at least, you tried to. the tall man only continues to effortlessly stare at them through the space above your head.

“so what do you want for dinner?” you manage to croak out, desperate to change the subject and bones threatening to give out in embarrassment.

“…is that a funko pop of all might and… me?”

the ground can swallow you up just about now, thanks.

for a beat, you debate as to whether or not to joke or lie your way out of this one, but one look at the inexplicable expression on your boyfriend’s face has you ultimately decided against it.

“…yes?”

now, in the split second of choosing to tell the truth, you came up with the expectations of him snorting in response, or maybe shooting you a confused look that reads ‘what the fuck’ or something similar, but you certainly didn’t predict him to laugh.

as in, drop his head back and howl laugh.

immediately, you feel yourself flame in shame as you watch the pro-hero bend slightly over and clutch his stomach in mirth, what you think are tears now pooling in the corners of his clenched eyes.

you can’t help but frown, “quit laughing at me, you jerk!”

that only makes him bark out another loud one, and just when you think he’s about to finish, he wheezes: “and you’ve got a nendoroid of me, too!”

that’s it.

you spin on your heel, turning your back on your jackass of a boyfriend, and you’re about to scoop the figurines into your arms and throw them into the abyss at the back of your closet when you feel something tug at your wrist, pulling you and your entire body back.

and before you can even comprehend what’s happening, bakugou’s invading your space and leaning toward you, planting his forehead right at the crook of your neck.

“wha—”

you’re cut off by bakugou snuggling into you, and you can feel him shake in laughter before the chuckles finally escape him and you’re both left in comfortable silence.

you hope he’s not hearing the thunderous ruckus your heart is making right now despite yourself.

a few moments pass with neither of you moving or saying anything before you finally decide to speak up.

“if you think this’ll make up for you laughing so blatantly at me, you’ve got another thing coming for you, mister.”

at that, bakugou snorts, retorting without missing a beat. “i wasn’t laughing at you, dumbass.”

you roll your eyes, although you don’t make any move to push him away. “sure, you weren’t.”

“i’m serious. it just caught me off guard.”

“and then you started laughing at me.”

from where he’s slotted right by your neck, bakugou huffs, and you stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of his breath against your skin.

“i was just laughing at how everything’s turned out, alright?”

instinctively, your eyebrows furrow in question, “what do you mean?”

he sighs, the puff of air he lets out tickling your flesh again, “i just think it’s fucking funny how i grew up with a shit ton of all might merch, and now i have my own merch displayed right beside him, in my girlfriend’s new home, no less.”

and, before you can even feign offense at his comment, he beats you to it.

“i’m just fucking happy, okay? just let me have this.”

you don’t know what else to say at his sudden confession, and so you only manage a nod, moving your head just enough for him to feel the gesture. slowly, you allow yourself to relax your shoulders and lean toward bakugou, who snuggles even closer to you in return.

“they’re quite expensive, you know,” you offer after a few seconds of silence. “and yours are especially hard to come by.”

you can practically hear the grin on his face when he quips, “what, am i your favorite hero, or something?”

“no,” you immediately retort, deadpan. “all might is. explains why i only have one figurine of him and a gazillion of you in here.”

at that, bakugou lets out a genuine laugh, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s sporting that boyish grin and disarming eye smile that really nobody else has the honor of witnessing.

nobody except you.

you hesitantly bring your right hand up, unable to resist the urge to gently cradle the back of his head. upon the split second of contact, however, bakugou stiffens, and you’ve half a mind to withdraw and pull away when he does so.

but all the apprehension evaporates from your system when almost immediately after, he nestles closer into you.

you feel yourself flush at the motion, failing to stop the smile that takes over your lips.

and, if you didn’t know any better, you’d bet your expensive ass dynamight figurines he’s blushing, too.

bonus:

you’re in the middle of feeding yourself a spoonful of chicken curry when you decide you finally have enough. placing the serving firmly on your platter, you shift to face bakugou, who’s at your right and eating beside you.

more of side-eyeing you than eating in the past thirty minutes since dinner arrived, really.

you pull your lips in a tight line, “spit it out, kats.”

at that, he tosses you a disgusted look, before quickly swallowing the mouthful of cabbage he was just munching on. “why the fuck should i do that?”

you roll your eyes, “not the food, dummy. you’ve got something you want to say.”

“i do not.”

you only give him a knowing stare.

bakugou huffs, putting down his own spoon after a pregnant pause, “fine.”

it takes him a moment to finally do so, and when he does you almost choke.

“…so who the fuck is akaashi and why do you also have one of him?”

for context, here's my entertainment area LMAO i really took self-indulgence to another level, huh (sorry not sorry) title is from the song call me by shinedown (credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for the idea)

anyway, thank you so much again to @/zestivivi for turning my vision into reality and then some <3 thank you for being so easy to work with and receptive to my requests, particularly to make the character look just like me! 'til the next one, for sure :,)

[talesof-old]

breaking | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x gn!reader

warning(s): angst, breakups, leaving long term relationships, implied unfaithfulness (james doesn’t actually cheat), other woman lily evans, reader deserves better, idk this isn’t proofread or edited, they could never make me hate you lily

word count: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took me so long, i’ve been teaching myself to crochet and i’m also trying to leave my current job

masterlist

james potter + relationship breakup + no happy ending

It used to be easy, saying James Potter was the best boyfriend you’d ever had.

He’d gone out of his way to shower you in affection and prove himself a capable partner. He’d remembered every important date, what your favorite things were, and why you hated the things you hated. James had been perfect.

You leaned back in your chair. Pieces of parchment littered the desktop, ink staining the expensive wood. You’d given up on caring. A glance at the clock on the wall gave you the time.

22:15.

You huffed. Date night, James had said, like that would fix whatever this was.

This, really, was a wedge driven in unknowingly by one Miss Lily Evans. You couldn’t blame her, really. If you’d asked, she would back away from her friendship with James and be perfectly content. That’s what made it so hard to hate her. She liked you, and would do anything to maintain your friendship.

Instead, like a fool, you’d believed James when he said he’d be home early to have dinner with you. After an hour had passed you’d changed out of your nice clothes and into a pair of pajamas, choosing to work to pass the time. About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door open.

In shuffled a weary James, glasses askew and hair messy. Your heart clenched. Here stood the boy (now man) you’d given your heart to years ago. Here he was, breaking it.

“Hey.” Your voice filled the dimly light room, echoing in the bare corners like some evil spirit.

He looked up at you, eyes blinking owlishly as he tugged off his shoes. It took just a second for the image of you to register. His lips twisted into a guilty grimace, though you weren’t sure he was genuinely regretful.

As he approached, you were hit with a wave of floral and ink perfume. You sighed. Lily’s perfume, which she’d found sometime during your time at Hogwarts and stuck to, was far from unfamiliar. It suited her beautifully, though currently it clung to your skin like aa unwanted disease.

“I’m sorry, we got caught up at the pub.” You nodded. The boys night Sirius had proposed. To forget everything going on for one night. Perhaps you should’ve told James just to stay at your friends’ flat tonight instead.

“We had plans.” Your voice wavered, the telltale sign of tears burning your throat. James nodded solemnly. He made to reach for you, but seemed to second guess himself as you shied away.

“I’m sorry, honey, but Pads wanted to stay-“

“Okay.” The finality in your tone had him pausing, brow furrowed. You moved then, gathering up your papers as tears pricked at your eyes. The rational part of you knew that you needed to speak up about your feelings in order to make a change, but you also didn’t feel like you should have to. James made plans with you, his partner; surely that was just as important?

“I’m going to bed.”

Defeat swirled in your gut. Tomorrow, you’d call Mary. If she couldn’t give you advice, she’d at least help you pack up your things.

“Honey, please.” Something desperate filled his tone. You clicked your tongue to distract yourself from the heaviness in your chest. James stepped forward.

“I just lost track of time, promise. I’ll make it up to you.” You shook your head. This was the make up. This was the second chance. Not a single bone in your body wanted to give him a third. It wasn’t fair to expect you to continue to shatter your heart just for him. You cared more about yourself than that to let it continue.

“You already made a promise like that James, don’t lie to me.” Irritation flashed across his face.

“I’m not lying.” You huffed, clutching your papers in your hands. You’d leave the ink. He’d probably need it more than you.

“Merlin, You told me that the last time, James. What else am I supposed to believe?” He ran a hand through his messy curls. “I don’t understand.”

An incredulous expression took up residence on your face. You blinked furiously as you looked at him.

“What don’t you understand? You come home to me after missing an apology dinner, smelling like another woman. Lily Evans no less.” Venom laced itself through the words as you spoke them. His jaw clenched and he crossed his arms. Muscles tensed as he took in the anger in your eyes. You didn’t often get angry, not like this.

“Lily is my friend, I won’t let you make me feel like shit for spending time with her.” You threw your hands up in the air. The clock down the hallway ticked away, eating at you as you turned away from him.

“I never asked that of you, don’t you dare put words in my mouth.” Tears finally spilled over your cheeks. He scoffed.

“At least look at me.”

You whirled around, eyes glassy and lip trembling. Frustration rose. Here you were, crying over the loss of a relationship that hadn’t even ended yet. You swiped at the tear tracks.

“Why? I can’t do this anymore James. I love you, really, but it isn’t fair for me to have to keep asking you to occasionally put me first.” James wore an expressionless look as you spoke. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, an unsteadying drum to your own heartache.

“I do. I don’t understand where this is coming from.” A forlorn feeling took root in your stomach. He didn’t understand. Maybe you were fooling yourself, thinking you could work through this one. After everything, it was too much to bear.

“Alright.” He furrowed his dark brows.

“I’ll ask Mary if she can swing by tomorrow and help me pack up my things.” He startled, reaching for you once more. A sob caught in your throat as he gripped your shoulders. The soft florals of Lily’s perfume engulfed you.

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

Something undecipherable had leaked into James’ words, panicked and shaky as he searched your face. All he found was resignation. You were giving up. James shook his head, licking his lips and leaning down to stare directly into your teary eyes.

“You’re leaving me?”

You let out a breathy laugh, humorless and cold as it curled around your ears.

“You spend more time with Lily than me these days. I won’t fight for someone who isn’t doing the same.” You watched as his face fell. His lips parted as though to speak, but no words fell from his lips. You knew he couldn’t defend himself from the truth; at the very least, he couldn’t defend himself from this truth.

You spoke again. “I love you.”

You pried yourself from his tense grasp and made your way back to the bedroom, locking yourself in the bathroom for privacy. After tomorrow, you’d no longer be in a relationship. James would no longer be your boyfriend, and peace would have to be made. You shared too many friends for the opposite to be an option. You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes to keep the tears at bay.

When did it all go wrong?

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Please forgive this fear of mine (it used to keep me safe)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, happy ending to the angst

warnings: slytherin reader, here's the happy ending folks, reader is described as very attractive in a lot of different ways by the boys but it's all ofc still gender neutral

a/n: here it is I PROMISED I would give you the happy ending to I don’t know you anymore (maybe I never really did)

"You made James cry." You flinch at Remus's words, looking up at him from where you're sitting in the astronomy tower. He sits next to you as you look back out at the night sky, the stars blinking in and out.

"I wanted to talk to him to fix things, not make it worse," you say stubbornly. Remus raises a brow at you.

"Did you really think what you said would help?" He asks dryly. You stiffen.

"I'm trying my best."

"We all are." His words sit heavily in the silence between you, Remus looking at you pointedly, patiently, while you stare up through the clouds. As the constellations stare back at you, you find your hands bunching into fists as you miss Sirius sitting next to you, leaning against your side and pointing out stars and their names to you. You feel suddenly nauseous at the realization that you'll never have that again. Oh well.

"I would've thought it'd be Sirius up here right now. I'm sure he wants to chew me out for this," you say. Remus looks at you knowingly. 

"He's upset right now. We thought it would be best for me to come talk to you while he calms down. He loves you too much to knowingly hurt you."

"Don't say that," you snap back. Remus doesn't flinch.

"It's true. He loves you."

"Stop."

"Why is that so difficult for you to hear?" Remus pushes, gentle and soft in all the ways that make you crumble. You grit your teeth as you begin to feel your eyes burning, knowing that if you start crying, it'll make the whole thing so much worse.

"I didn't mean to do this," you say bitterly, a defensiveness in your voice that has Remus straightening. "And it'll be my fault when it wrecks everything - it already is."

"What do you mean by that, dove?" Remus asks patiently. You look at him and he stares back, lost in whatever it is you're trying to communicate.

"You think I'm horrible for leaving," your voice warbles against your will and you dig your nails into your palms. "You think I'm heartless and cruel for stringing you all along and then running away."

"Hey, love, we don't think that -"

"But it's not my fault," you barrel on. Now that you've opened the floodgates, the words burn your throat in your desperation to get them all out. "The only way to make sure the three of you don't fight over me is to leave. If I'd stayed, you would've demanded I choose one of you and no matter who I choose, it would have been wrong and it would've hurt you all and the stupid jealousy you all would've gotten lost in would've wrecked everything." You stare at Remus after your outburst, desperately wiping away the tears that have begun rolling down your cheeks. Remus stares back, shock painting his features.

"I beg your pardon?" Is all he finally says. You huff and begin to turn away, but he stops you with a delicate hand on your cheek, gently forcing you to look at him.

"I love you," he says firmly.

"I'm sorry," you whisper back.

"No, listen to me. I love you -" 

"And I'm sorry," you interrupt. Remus sighs and smoothes his thumb over your cheekbone, but lets you continue. He's never seen you hysterical like this and there's an anxiousness eating at him at your distraught state, but he can't think of anything to do other than just walk you through it. "I told you, I didn't mean to do this."

"You didn't… mean to make us fall in love with you?" Remus hesitates.

"Yes," you huff back like it's obvious. And then, much quieter, "I didn't mean to ruin everything. I swear, I didn't mean to." Something in Remus's heart clenches painfully at the sad, small, warble in your voice and he draws in a deep breath.

"Ok, sweet thing. Can I just… speak for a minute? Just listen, ok?" You wince like you're being chastised and Remus rushes to speak before another apology can tumble out of your mouth. "It's alright, you're alright. Just… I love you, ok? Hey, no, look at me. I love you. And so does James. And so does Sirius. They love you as much as they love one another and as much as they love me. And I love you as much as I love them."

"…I don't think I know what you're saying," you respond slowly, blinking rapidly. Remus smiles sheepishly and something in you softens as you let your head rest a bit where he's got your face held securely in his palms.

"It was never a competition, dove. There's no jealousy. We're… sharers. You share me with the others, right? And you share them with me? We all… share you the same way." Remus strokes your cheeks with his thumbs gently, waiting and watching as you put together what he's said.

"Oh," you say abruptly. "Oh. I hadn't - I didn't… oh." Remus lets himself laugh a bit, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders and smiling when you slouch against his chest, although he assumes it's mostly out of shock. You pull back after a moment, though, narrowing your eyes at him. He blinks.

"You're all awful communicators, you know," you say haughtily. He kisses you on the forehead.

"Sorry, doll."

"Whatever. I tortured us all for nothing."

"Yes, well, you do have a flair for dramatics. I think it's what Sirius loves about you." Remus pokes your side gently. You squirm a little but sit up straighter at the mention of Sirius.

"Tell them I'm sorry, will you?" You ask gently. Remus frowns.

"You'll tell them yourself… won't you?"

"Yes," you huff out a laugh. "I'm not running away again. But you'll see them before I do."

"Alright, love," Remus plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth, so soft you barely feel it. "I'll let them know."

You wonder, sort of desperately, if Remus kept his word. The way Sirius is staring at you makes you shift, rolling the tension out of your neck before you slump further down into the couch you're sitting on, looking back at him. Sirius is sitting opposite you rather pointedly, choosing the couch farthest from you as the two of you sit in the Gryffindor common room. James and Remus are supposed to be here by now, but your constant glances toward the doorway don't materialize them in front of you.

"I thought you weren't angry at us anymore," Sirius's voice snaps you back to the present. It's soft, the way he speaks to you - kind, your brain supplies weakly.

"I was never angry at you," you sit a bit straighter. Sirius shrugs, but his eyes stay trained on you.

"Avoidant, then. You're looking at me like you're waiting for me to tear you a new one."

"Well," you blink. "Are you going to?" Sirius frowns at your words, shaking his head and letting loose strands of hair fall over his eyes.

"I'm not here to have a row with you, doll," he says gently. Your shoulders drop.

"Well… you could," you point out. "I don't expect all to be forgiven just because I bat my eyes at Remus and let him kiss me a bit." Sirius leans forward at your words, propping his elbows on his knees and looking at you intently. You shift in your seat and glance at the door again.

"You seem to be under the impression that your beauty is some horrible weapon you use against us. It's really not - you're just pretty."

"Just pretty?" You say indignantly. Sirius laughs.

"Drop-dead gorgeous, of course. I didn't mean it like that - you know I think you're fit. All I'm saying is that you haven't ensnared us in any way that we're unhappy about." Sirius grins at you, canines exposed, and you roll your eyes. "I'm happy to be caught in your trap, baby."

"Oh, aren't we all," James says as he flounces into the room, Remus coming in right behind him. James settles next to you on the couch and pulls you into a crushing hug, murmuring something about how you had him so worried and he's so desperately relieved to have you back here with them all.

"What are you doing all the way over there, love?" Remus questions Sirius as he settles down next to James, fondly watching the way you smooth his curls out of your way as James buries his face in your neck.

"Didn't want to crowd them," Sirius says dryly. "Not that we all got that message." James pops his head up, blinding you with one of his million-watt smiles. 

"Am I crowding you, love?" He asks. 

"I'm alright," you respond easily, sending a smile in Sirius's direction. He stands at that, making his way over to you.

"Alright, shove off, Jamie - learn to share," is all Sirius says before he's pushing through James to get to you, Remus pulling James by the waist to sit curled up against him instead. James takes it in stride, settling with his back against the armrest and letting Remus flop against his chest. Sirius, on the other hand, is wrestling you into doing the same. He grins at James once he's got you planted on his lap, leaning against him. You only have the energy to pretend to be a little annoyed.

"Anyway," Remus begins, and all three of you soften at the lulled, sleepy quality that's taken over his voice as he melts against James's chest - you all know it's a lethal position to be in. "What was it that we heard about you not being pretty enough, dove?" You huff and James pouts sympathetically.

"I'm too pretty, I guess. That's the problem." Sirius laughs at your words, smoothing a hand over your hair when the abrupt movement of it jostles your head against his chest.

"I'll keep telling you, love - we're willing participants in this. You're not conning us into anything," he insists. You mumble out a whatever and sink further into his embrace. James nudges your leg with his foot and Remus catches you by the ankle when you go to kick back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin there.

"Our sweet baby," James coos. "You're a precious little thing, aren't you?"

"Shut up," you quip back, your voice muffled against Sirius's chest. He rubs a firm hand up and down your back and drops gentle kisses onto the crown of your head.

"I admire your confidence, lovely," Remus murmurs, his hand smoothing up and down your calf. "But I promise you haven't bewitched us against our will."

"Nah," Sirius whispers against your hair. "You've only bewitched us because we begged. So really, we're the ones who caught you." You smack Sirius's chest at his words and he grins, holding you tighter against him. "Go to sleep, doll. I promise we'll still be right here when you wake up."

"Because we'll still be under your spell," James supplies. You sigh wearily.

"Please shut up," you beg. They take no notice.

[pearlcigs]

Hiii i rly liked how you wrote könig with virgin!reader. Do you think you could write when reader gets sick and tired of him not fucking her and then irritation turns into insecurity and she ends up asking him teary eyed why he won't fuck her? Do whatever you'd like for the rest if you choose to write it! Only if you're comfortable and want to ofc😚

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thick tears slid down your face. "oh, schatz, why didn't you tell me?" könig comforted, running his big hands over your waist. you truly never meant for his playful teasing turn into insecurity. but at some point, enough was enough and it seemed to you were undesirable to him. he brought one of his hands to your face, dabbing your tears off your face with his thumb. "don't cry, liebling. how can i fix this?" he continued to try and comfort but it was no use. there was only one cure to this piteous feeling.

you sniffled, nervous to say anything. "do you not like me?" you deplore. "no, no, that's not the case." he frantically tried to reassure you. "just tell me how to fix this please, schatz." könig pleaded. he seemed so sympathetic, honestly really feeling sorry for making you think that you were undesirable in any way. "you're so perfect, i would love to take your virginity, taube." he continued. he watched as you perked up, sniffling with a nod.

seemingly happy with himself for getting the chance to make it up to you, he didn't waste any time. resting you on the bed gently, excited to finally be able to ruin you. he started out slow, gently kissing up your thighs to your stomach. but after he lifted your shirt off your perfect body, he lost all patience he might've had. he was still gentle, as he attacked your collarbones and neck and kisses and bites. the sound of your hushed noises doing just enough to make him utterly smitten.

"don't know why i waited this long to be this close to you, liebling." he mumbled, and though you never understood the names he called you, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach every time he did. before you knew it, the rest of your clothes were discard, as were könig's. plenty of unrighteous thoughts plagued your mind at the sight of him. you'd seen him indecent before but never right before he was finally going to take your virginity.

he looked somehow bigger as he hovered over you. strong arms barricading each side of your body, keeping you caged in, protected. "let me know if i hurt you, please." he prompted. finally, after so long of waiting, he slid into you, slow and gentle. whines and moan emitted from both of you. this was long overdo. "oh, fuck�� s'tight, schatz." he stammered into the crevice of your neck. leaving soft kisses as he let you adjust to his length.

he thrusted in and out of you slowly, watching the pleasure on your face with such intensity. he wished he would never forget the sight of you. the way you looked enough to make any man think he was in heaven. and this was all and only for him. you held onto him tightly, hugging him closer to your naked body. "feels s'good, könig." you moaned. he brough his hand up to wipe the remainder of your tears, kissing the tip of your reddened nose. "never cry again, hübscher schatz."

[pradabambie]

part 2 to this ask - rafexreader fight.

i'm finally back!! yay

let me know if you like this and remember request are always open <3 help your girl out in the creativity department hehe

it's been two weeks since you last saw or talked to rafe, and he was losing it.  

normally, you two were practically inseparable, spending every moment together, a routine rafe had grown accustomed to. 

his attempts to reach you were relentless.  

he spammed your phone with calls and texts, even emails. he not only contacted you, but all your friends. he even showed up at your house a couple times, your parents insisting on the instructions you gave them: you didn't want to see him. 

rafe even visited places you frequented, hoping for an encounter. today, luck was on his side. he spotted you sorting through the apples in your little pink gym shorts, and tapped your shoulder, careful not to startle you as you focused on the music coming out of your headphones. 

you looked up at him, rolled your eyes and pressed pause on the spotify app "leave me alone, rafe" you asserted. 

but as then you looked into his eyes, worn and red, dark bags under them. his hair was messy, and you could tell he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. his plea cut through the air. 

"please, i'm beggin you. let me buy you a coffee or something. i need to talk to you. i need you. i miss you." his words were interrupted by a shaky sigh that left your lips. 

"okay," you said, staring at him expressionlessly. 

"what?" 

"yes, okay, rafe. pick me up at six, and i'll have one cup of coffee with you. that's it." 

a sudden grin lit up his face. "yes! yes, of course. i'll pick you up—" 

"i have to go. see you later," you cut him off, not allowing him to finish. 

the hours leading up to the meeting felt like an eternity for rafe. this coffee date represented his chance to mend things. 

at exactly six, rafe, dressed in a shirt he remembered you liked, stood outside your door. you noticed his effort—neatly combed hair, a hint of cologne. 

you greeted him with a nod, signaling readiness to get it over with. rafe, attempting to conceal his nerves, led you to his car. 

the drive to the cafe was filled with awkward silences. once there, you both ordered drinks, enveloped in the familiar aroma of coffee. rafe took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. 

"i don't even know where to start," he admitted, eyes focused on his coffee cup. 

you remained silent, waiting for him to continue. rafe took a moment to choose his words carefully, realizing the significance of what he was about to say. 

"look, i messed up, okay? i took you for granted, i realize that. i miss us, and i can't stand being without you," he confessed, his gaze pleading for understanding. 

you listened quietly, sipping your coffee, contemplating whether his words carried genuine remorse or were just another attempt to manipulate your feelings. 

"i've been reflecting on everything, and i want to change. i want to be the person you deserve. please, give me another chance." 

your response was measured. "i want to believe you, rafe, i really do. but how do i know this isn't another one of your little games?" 

he pulled a red velvet box from his pocket, revealing a silver ring with your birthstone right in the center. "i got this for you. i know this doesn’t fix things, but it's a start. i remember you talking about a promise ring or something like that." 

your eyes lit up looking at the ring, you had to admit rafe's good taste remained intact. 

 “it's gorgeous, rafe, but you can't buy me with this, okay?" 

"i know. it's just a little visual aid. i want you for life. i promise to show you i'm committed to this, to you." 

you paused, studying his words. the silence heightened rafe's anxiety. 

"let's just say you're on probation," you finally said. "but i swear, rafe, mess up once, and—" 

before you could finish, strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your seat, showering you with kisses. "yes, baby, anything you say," rafe declared, filled with newfound hope. 

[i8ickygrl]

（⭒ ˘˘）ᵎ🖋️➞﹕size kink 🪷

featuring: character insert- imagine whoever you want! warnings: size kink, no protection, cumming inside, hickeys(?? idk lol), pet names (princess, baby, babe, pretty girl), lemme know if i missed anything proofread(?): kinda authors note: aaahhh first fic! this was supposed to be a drabble about reiner about but then i got carried away and couldn't choose who to make this for. leave a like or a reblog if you can. also, please leave requests! thank you for reading, lovey <3

“you’re so fucking pretty.” he runs his hand through your hair and gently pulls you away from the kiss. his lips and chin are shining softly from your lipgloss. you let out a small giggle in your blissed out state and wipe away the gloss on his lips. 

oblivious to you helping him, his hand, still placed in your hair, gently pulls your head to the side. he starts at your ear, licking a small stripe over it before kissing the lobe. his deep pants and moans never going unnoticed. his free hand softly pats your thigh, a signal you didn’t have to think twice about. you place both you hands on his shoulders and fix yourself to straddle his lap. 

your hands take time to explore his broad shoulders. you reveled in the contrast of your size as your small hands traced over the perfect dips of the muscles in his arms. you carefully snake your fingers underneath his white tank top, then taking the opportunity to feel his upper back. you suck part of your bottom lip between your teeth, the feeling of his chiseled form under your finger tips beyond erotic. 

his lips have made it to your neck now, pecking and licking over the skin as if he’s actually kissing you. his hand, preciously on your thigh, effortlessly wraps around you waist. you moan sweetly at the feeling of his body overtaking yours. you snake a hand behind his neck and into his hair, gently stroking your thumb over him.

you push his head impossibly closer to the skin of your neck while throwing your head back in pleasure. unlike your boyfriend, you hadn’t noticed the arch in your back and the slight grind in your hips, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide the way his dick jumps.

“so needy for me, huh baby?” his voice alone sent shivers down your spine. his strong arm began guiding your waist to a smooth and sensual grind against him. you bring your head back down, level with his ear, and continue to grind against him. the kisses on your neck become more desperate now and his groans aren’t as quiet as before. 

“babe…”  the sultry moan is all he needs to understand exactly what you needed. he lifted his head from your neck, admiring the hickey he left there. he firmly grips your waist with one hand and cradles your head with the other before laying you on the pillows behind you. he adjusted his body above you, now on his knees with you laying in-between him, your legs on either side of his waist.

growing impatient, you lift your legs from around him and make quick work of sliding your cotton shorts off. with your legs in front of his face now, he takes hold of your ankles with one hand and moves your legs to the side so your face was now in view. he softly kisses at the skin on your ankle while his other hand smooths over you stomach and squeezes your breast, all while keeping eye contact. 

you throw your head back and sigh in pleasure, placing your hand on top of the one that was on your breast. when your head falls back down, your eyes take notice to the veins in his arm as his finger moves over your nipple. your eyes slowly move upward, making their way to his shoulder, watching the way his bicep flexes as he moves. you clench desperately around nothing and whimper, “s-stop teasing.”  

he chuckles darkly before letting go of your ankles and positioning them around his waist again. you place your hands on his knees and watch intently and his hands make their way to his boxers. the imprint alone making your pussy impossibly wetter. he gives himself a view tugs before pulling his boxers below his length. you watch as it slaps against his stomach and he lets out a quiet hiss, his hand goes to stroke the length again but you whine out a ‘wait’ and take it into your hand. he watches as your hand struggles to wrap around him, gently stroking up and down while flicking your wrist.

“gotta…prep you, baby.” he struggles to maintain his composure watching you pleasure him. 

he places his thumb over the fabric of your underwear, about to circle around your clit, before you protest with another whine. “’s gonna take too long. i can’t wait anymore.” you take you hands off of his length and bring them to his wrist, looking up him in through your lashes and pouting.

you watch him think for a second before he sighs in defeat.

“fine.” he agrees, not being able to say no to you. he moves his body so he’s properly positioned in missionary and your legs bend and open wider to make room for him. watching him move your underwear to the side and position his length to enter you, you know the stretch is gonna hurt. but it’ll be sooo worth it.

one hand on his dick and the other on your waist, he rubs himself over your pussy to gather all your wetness. when he feels there’s enough, he finally pushes his tip right against your entrance allowing it to inch slightly into you. before he can fully sink in he takes your hand and pins it next to your head, giving you something to hold onto. he leans forward slightly so your foreheads are almost touching and begins easing his length inside of you.

you both let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as he slowly bottoms out inside of you. your face scrunches up from the sting and you suck in a breath, tightly gripping his hand. distracting yourself, you ogle at the way your clit pressed right up against his short patch of pubic hair leading up to his happy trail. with his cock pressing deliciously against the walls of your pussy, you grind against him to get the friction you desperately craved.

“ready for me, princess?” he questions, already knowing the answer. you shake your head yes in response and he gives you a small peck before beginning to grind into you. 

you wiggle you hand out of his grip and quickly move you hands to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you. his hand wrap around your waist and you arch off the bed in response. he tucks his head in the dip of your neck as his hips stuttered, finding the smooth pace he set hard maintain with how tightly you were squeezing him. he lifted his head over yours to see your eyes lolling shut as you writhed in pleasure. his name sounded like honey rolling off of your tongue in between moans and whines, your lips swollen from how long you’d been kissing before.

“fuck it.” he mumbled before grabbing your waist and pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. you screamed out in ecstasy as his dick rubbed right against your g-spot. he hissed as your nails dragged down his back, secretly loving the burn. the sound of your ass meeting his hips grew louder and quicker, competing with the sound of your moans.

“so big… ’s so big!” you rambled. he looked so fucking good right now. his eyebrows were knit together in concentration as bead of sweat began to form of his forehead. the feeling of his body fully towering over yours made you feel numb. you could feel the pit of your stomach twist, your orgasm threatening to come at any second. 

“gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he could feel you pussy clenching him, trying to milk him for everything he could give. the only response you could give was a small nod, too occupied with feeling his arms flex underneath you hands and the filthy sound of your pussy gushing over his length.

“do it, baby. cum all over this dick.” your eyes closed as he continued to coax you to your climax. 

“show me how good i’m making you feel.”

“make a mess for me, baby.”

your legs shook violently as he gave a few more quick and deep thrusts before you finally came around him. he was right behind you, throwing his head back and moaning your name and he filled your pussy.

after a few moments for both of you to catch your breath, he looked between you both and slowly pulled himself out. he admired the ring of your slick around the base of his dick, before gently pushing on your lower stomach and watching his cum spill out of you and cursing under his breath.

“you’re so nasty” you giggle as you lay your arm over your eyes. 

“you know you love it.” he says simply, bending down to kiss one of your breasts.

[queers-gambit]

Now and at the Hour of His Death

prompt: any who say, "it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," were never loved by him.

pairing: Osferth x female!pregnant!wife!reader

fandom: The Last Kingdom

word count: 6.1k+

note: fuck you, Netflix.

warnings: you already know - author needs therapy, projects hard, pregnant wife, Lord’s name in vain, Christianity (obviously), and a fuck ton of fucking ANGST because fuck your feelings. hurt NO comfort, drama, oneshot, cursing, canon-typical violence, injury, and blood. character death and spoilers - yeah, i'm giving you THAT scene. requires maturity and caution. good luck.

also please note: NO, i do not age Osferth to be 16 - that's just a reference age for when he eventually runs away from the monastery.

again, you are missing nothing if this upsets or triggers you and you choose to skip. value your wellbeing, my angels. author is not responsible for the media YOU choose consume, but still, as usual, MDNI

"You should not be doing this sort of work," Ingrith's voice scolded you, and when you turned, you saw the blonde woman standing with her hip cocked and a stern expression. "It's bad for your health to be in such filth, we've stable boys for this sort of chore."

"I do not mind," you sniffled in the brisk air, shoveling the horse shit of the stable into a muck bucket to be dumped into the fields later. "It keeps me busy," you grunted lightly, sure to bend your knees when lifting the pitchfork, "keeps me humble," you listed, dumping the waste to grin at your friend, "and keeps me young."

"In what way?"

"Reminds me of my childhood," you eased, continuing your work. "I slept in a stable from the ages of 4 to... Oh, shit, I guess I was about 16 before I left The Loft."

"What?" She breathed in confusion. "Never knew that."

"Yeah, yeah, true story," you beamed at her, still shoveling shit. "I slept in the stalls with the horses, sometimes in the grain rooms - basically anywhere I could since my work didn't include official room and board, so, I had to make do with what was available. Then, one day when I was about ten, Old Man Rivers said I could use the hay loft if I cleared it out, fixed the rotten planks. Stayed up there till I was about 16, and after that, I kinda ran away."

"Old Man Rivers?"

You nodded, "My mother lived on his homestead, but she was real sick, you see. So, he kinda took me in without assuming responsibility for me," you cleared your throat, shrugging, "let me stay in his barn if I worked with the horses and livestock for him."

"Why would you want to be reminded of that?"

"Seems simpler when I look back."

Ingrith sighed, "C'mon, put the pitchfork down. Come help me prepare the rabbits. The scouts say the men aren't too far off, they'll want a hot meal."

You chuckled with ease and set your pitchfork aside, giving a hearty pat to one of the horse's necks as you passed by to exit the stable. Ingrith made sure you washed up before you were both mounting rabbits on the rack to start skinning them.

"Could I ask something?" She wondered after a time.

"Anything you'd like."

"Why'd you run away? From Old Man Rivers?"

You laughed, "I was in love."

"Oh, you and Baby Monk go that far back, huh?"

"Try even farther," you teased. "Our mothers were friends, and when I worked in the stable, he was in the monastery, but when he came to me, saying he couldn't do it any longer, I couldn't let him go alone. Life was supposed to offer more than what we were given, so, we set out to find the legendary barbarian, The Dane Slayer," you teased, both giggling, "our Lord, the legendary, Uhtred of Bebbanburg."

"And all this time...?" She smiled, watching you shuck hide like you've done it your whole life. Ingrith inferred you probably did.

"Yeah," you eased, "all this time, he's been by my side. Kept me close, never left me behind. The others weren't too sure about me on account of being a woman, they told us to piss off a few times - but they came around after Osferth refused to send me away."

"He's a good lad, Osferth," she nodded.

"Arguably one of the best ones," you agreed, nudging her arm gently, "but look who I'm telling, right?"

"Oh!" She giggled, swatting at you loosely before going back to your work for a moment. Suddenly, the townspeople of Rumcofa stirred to life, and over the voices, you heard them announcing their Lord's return - which meant all of your men were home. You both grinned and breathlessly left your post, Ingrith pausing a young lad to ask, "How many return to us?"

"Does it matter? Come, c'mon, let us see ourselves!" You all but squealed, overwhelmed with excitment; eager for your own reunion with the man you've loved since you were a young lass.

"Warn the alehouse!" Finan was heard shouting. "Osferth's thirsty!"

"Jesus," you laughed, dodging around the procession of people waiting to greet their warriors on their return home so you could approach the white gelding your husband rode.

His face was absolutely priceless when he caught sight of you. As Osferth eagerly dismounted, your hands smoothed over the small swell of your belly - purposefully wearing a dress that accentuated your ever-changing figure. "Am I dreaming?" He laughed, a stablehand taking hold of his horse so his hands were free to caress your belly. "Oh, my God, I'm not, 's real, oh, God," he beamed, laughing with you. "You're pregnant? Truly? Yes? I-I am not - I am not being deceived?"

"No, my love, I guess our prayers were finally heard."

"OH-HOOOO!" You heard Finan holler as Osferth finally pulled you in for a sweet kiss; both ignoring the Irishman. "Lord! LORD! Uhtred! Hey! Did you hear!? Baby Monk's got some spunk in 'im afta all!"

"Oh, God," you laughed against Osferth's lips, but he was quick to shush you with another breath-stealing kiss.

"A baby Baby Monk! AHA!" Finan was still laughing, your husband's hands caressing both your cheeks when he pulled back just in time for Finan to descend. You grunted lightly when his heavy arms dropped over both yours and Osferth's shoulders, his laugh still booming as he gave a squeeze and cooed, "Oh, congratulations, yah two love birds! Wasn't sure you had it innyah, boy!"

"Don't be so rough with her, Finan, for God's sake," Osferth scolded, nudging his friend to get out from under his arm.

"What?" Finan looked at you gobsmacked. "Sayin' I gotta treat yah different now or somethin'?"

"I didn't say that," you told him prettily with fluttering lashes, fist quickly balling up to jab him in the weak spot of his armor - making him grunt and wheeze. "Aht-aht!" You warned with a pointed finger when he flinched as if to retaliate, "Can't hit a pregnant woman."

"Oh, yeh li'l shite," Finan laughed, Osferth pushing him towards his wife so he could stand in front of you and command all attention.

Osferth took a moment to simply look at you; thumbs gently tracing over your cheeks in sweeping motions, a slow grin breaking across his lips. "This almost doesn't feel real... But how I have to praise God for this blessing. A baby," he breathed.

"A little you and me," you agreed softly. "Sound okay to you?"

"More than okay," he chuckled, pecking your lips, "sounds like a lifetime together."

"Good by me." His nose nuzzled up yours, the sweet moment broken when he sighed sadly; eyes shut and smile dropping. "What is it? What's wrong, love?" You asked, stepping into his embrace so you were nuzzled into his neck and his arms were wrapped around your form in a vice.

"Uhtred means to move us again," he whispered in your ear. "Brida, she... She's got Father Pyrlig, and - "

"What!?" You snapped, rearing back slightly to pin him under your hardened glare. Pregnancy hormones would surely give Osferth whiplash.

"My love, I did not - "

"Brida's got Pyrlig? Fuck are we standin' here for, let's go!" You reached for his hand, ready to march off.

"Uh, no, no, no, no," he pulled you back to him; anchoring his hands on your hips so you could not escape. "You are not going anywhere. Not now - especially now," he glanced at your still-growing bump. "The men will go, you know we will return, but you have this new responsibility, and that's keeping this little one safe. For us," he smiled at you.

You huffed, "I'm not unfit to do what needs done, Osferth."

"I did not say you were unfit, but look at the timing of it," he frowned. "I should've been here when you learned, but I was not, and I am truly so sorry for it. Look, I do not know how long this venture will be, but you know I will return. We've waited for our family for far too long, I will not jeopardize this - so I will return. If you go with us, and something were to happen," he shook his head, "my angel, I would never forgive myself. So I need you to stay here, stay safe, if for nothing else but for me."

"But Pyrlig - "

"Will be saved," he assured.

"And Brida - "

"Will be dealt with," he eased, chuckling lightly. "My angel, you worry too much about everyone and yet never about yourself."

You pouted, "Well, why is it just me meant to stay back? This is your child, too, Osferth, and should have the right to meet them! You can't always control what happens, accidents are real, what if you don't return - "

"Don't think like that - "

"But it's a real threat to us - "

He agreed, "Of course, but - "

"Yeah, I know," you nodded, cutting him off, "we serve Lord Uhtred. This comes first, and I'm not - "

"I've made a vow to him."

"You made one to me, too, you know."

"Angel, please, don't do this. Do not ask me to choose," he begged with a frown, and you caved.

So, with a sigh, you nuzzled into his embrace and relented, "All right, yes, fine, go after Brida and Pyrlig. And when you find them, tell him I am waiting for his safe return, he is dearly missed. Ideally, I'd have him birth our child."

"Of course," he breathed, finding a small reprieve of relief that you did not fight him further about leaving - about choosing which vow to fulfill: the one to his Lord Uhtred or the one to his wife.

Both made to God.

Luckily, Osferth married his best friend and you were never one to pick fights with him. You liked the harmony you had; the peaceful environment you had both cultivated to preserve the trust and love you built through the years. He was genuinely one of a kind; a man who walked many lines between faith, humanity, right, wrong. He was the voice of reason, constantly striving to do better than he did before, learning all he could as if a rag soaking in water. For all he was, Osferth has always been enough for you, and for that reason alone, you never felt the need to argue.

To fight. To voice contempt.

"Question," you perked up, smirking at him as your pregnancy symptoms ran a little wild, "think we've time to, you know, really give our thanks?"

"Angel - "

"What?" You grinned. "You fucked me on the alter all those weeks ago and look - your seed stuck. We might as well go give thanks in the same manner, just to really show God how thankful we are for this blessing he's given us."

"Think the Devil's gotten into you," he laughed.

"Or your child is ruining my hormones," you countered, his lips meeting yours in another passionate display of his excitement.

"C'mon," he whispered, taking your hand, and leading you to the chapel - thinking you were being sneaky, but your matching giggles made Ingrith and Finan beam at each other.

"He does know she can't get more pregnant, right?" Finan teased, flinching when Ingrith smacked his upper arm.

"WHY!?"

"My angel, please - "

"What the fuck is going on, Osferth!?"

"I'm trying to explain - "

"The Queen? The fucking Queen is dead in our village! How can that possibly be explained!?" When Osferth didn't answer, just sat in the wooden chair before the shared hearth of your humble home, you snapped, "Well!?"

"Are you finished? May I speak now?"

With a huff, you nodded and gestured for him to speak; arms crossing around your swollen tits. He explained to you the reason for Haesten's arrival, the wagon his men toted, and why he brought the Queen's dead body to the settlement of Rumcofa. He told you Haesten wanted to keep the peace when King Edward found out, claiming Uhtred's son-in-law, Stiorra's husband, Sigtryggr, had ordered this death - thinking war would surely roll over his lands.

You never knew Haesten to be a generous man, nor much of an honest one, but it seemed the severity of the situation made everyone eerily on-edge. Uhtred dispatched his men; leaving Finan and Osferth in the village with you, developing a plan that would save both Saxon and Danish life. And yet, it was all futile when evil forces worked against good.

You didn't feel safe in Rumcofa anymore, there was a stench in the air; tension that mounted to embrace all residents with discomfort. Something was about to happen, but nobody knew what. You didn't claim or pretend to know what was happening, but Haesten's abrupt appearance spelled danger for everyone involved. So, as a security measure, you kept a long sword buckled around your swelling waist and a dagger strapped under your skirts. With Lord Uhtred gone, there was no invisible fence protecting Rumcofa - leaving it up to you, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf to pose as guard.

Yet you'd never be enough.

Like the surf over sand, a group of angered men descended on Rumcofa. "Who's men are yah?" Finan asked, you lingering at Osferth's side to watch the interaction from a short distance.

"We come from the King," a burly Saxon replied, your head cocking in interest - swearing you've seen him before. "Dane murderers are hiding here and you must hand them over."

"You're mistaken, sir," you kindly offered, the man's eyes shifting over you, "because we live in peace. Any murderers have surely moved on from here. We do not host them."

The man growled, "Don't think that's true, love."

Finan held a hand back at you, meeting your eyes and nodding simply. He turned back for the man in fur, diverting, "Of course, my men will attend to it."

Finan turned from the group, his eyes connecting with yours as he passed by. There was urgency, a quickened pace he adopted; having no intention to hand anyone over, wanting to remove these men without bloodshed. However, that was a distant thought because Father Benedict tried to assure the Saxon leader that nobody in Rumcofa would murder Queen Aelflaed.

You wanted to step in when the Saxon evidently didn't know about the Queen's demise - getting in Benedict's face and demanding to see what he spoke of.

"No, no, no," you muttered nervously, "he can't see the body, love, no, no, no, this is bad. Very bad."

"We can't stop Father Benedict without altercation," Osferth whispered back, keeping a tight hold of your hand, just watching the group. "If something happens, you need to get yourself safe."

"How do we truly know they're from Edward? What credentials do they have?" When Osferth shook his head, you worried, "Got a bad feeling 'bout this, angel."

Then the violence began.

The strange men took charge when their leader walked away, starting to physically harass the citizens; making both you and Osferth step in to try and diffuse the tension. You pushed men off unarmed women, got in between them and the children, did what you could without drawing a weapon.

When a man shoved you away from him, Finan wrangled him away, sneering, "Get yer hands off of her!" He kept the violent men at bay for a moment, telling you, "You need to go, darling - "

"Not now, Fin, look around us! We need to contain the situation, you'll need all hands you can get," You snapped, the two of you forced to part way.

Osferth panted nervously and looked left and right, turning to meet the Saxon and demand, "Tell your men to stand down!" But then, his eyes squinted when you joined his side to pull him back a step or two, recognizing him just as you did.

"I don't think they're here for the Queen, love," you heaved for breath in warning, still backing him up. "They've planned this."

"Finan!" Osferth barked, "These men have been here before!"

The Saxon roared over the fray, "Danes of Rumcofa have murdered our Queen!" His men jeered in anger, making Finan brandish both swords and for Osferth to push you back further from the attention. "Do your duty and rid the cockles from the wheat!"

You were left no choice. Osferth and you both armed yourselves, starting to fight off the Saxons as their leader demanded Danes and Christians be separated. You were unable to help, engaged in battle, but Young Uhtred gathered the Danes and begged Father Benedict to declare the church a sanctuary - thinking it would save lives.

It was only leading the Danes to slaughter.

The Saxon, Bresal, punched Father Benedict when he tried to stand in the way; his men holding Young Uhtred in the doorway to let their men enter the church the Danes were gathered in. They forced Young Uhtred to watch the massacre - men, women, and Danish children all slaughtered with no escape. No hope. No answer to a single prayer. Nobody to stop this bloody situation.

You fought on, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf doing their best to protect you by keeping you in the middle of their wee group. But you still got plenty of action.

"This is madness!" You cried out, slicing a man's throat open. "We need aid! We need more men!"

"This way!" Finan encouraged, "We must cut a path for Ingrith! Check the docks! Check the docks!"

You and Osferth ran towards the water, Cynleaf not far away. You searched for Ingrith, but you had no time to linger; engaged one-on-one again, forced to protect yourself and unborn baby. Not a minute later, you saw Ingrith on horseback, being stalled by a Saxon and for your husband to rush to her aid. He punched the man away from the horse, you hacking at another enemy, in time to see Osferth engaging with two Saxons - one being the leader, Bresal.

It all happened so fast.

You were already racing towards them when the unexpected. Osferth was battling on two fronts, holding Bresal at bay, fending off the other Saxon, screaming for Ingrith, who only managed a few paces before the Saxon's dogs spooked her horse. The noise was deafening; people screaming, crying, dogs barking, horses whinnying, swords singing as they clashed.

You watched it happen in slow motion.

You sprinted faster than ever before.

"INGRITH!" Osferth bellowed in worry when her horse reared back and dropped her to the dirt. It left an opening for Bresal to stab his dagger into Osferth's lung - freezing time and wrecking your world.

"NO!" You screamed, Bresal smirking at you and yanking his dagger free. Osferth wobbled, eyes wide as he met yours, the Saxon walking away as Osferth dropped to his knees. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, God, no, no, you can't take him - not yet! Please, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," You repeated, sliding on your knees in the dirt to catch him. "No, no, oh, my God, no, Osferth, no, please! Not now, not now, please, no, God, no! Don't do this! Please, please, please," you rambled, readjusting to better hold him, hearing Cynleaf and Finan yell for Baby Monk, too. You raged at God, "You can't take him yet! You can't have him! He's mine!"

But you heard nothing except your husband's labored breathing.

"An-Angel, angel, my angel," Osferth choked, wheezing and crying as he couldn't hold himself up and completely slumped back into your body. He pawed at your arms in an attempt to get closer.

"No, no, no, you're all right, you're okay, you're okay, my sweet love, you're all right," you insisted, hands stained in his blood as it poured from his wound. You knew it was essential to add pressure to a wound, but also, that this was all futile. Yet you needed to try. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me, just look at me, sweetheart, please, only look at me, nothing else matters," you pleaded with him in a rush, the lads sprinting to where you held your husband to your lap.

Nobody interrupted you.

"Where's the wound?" Osferth sobbed, trembling, blood spurting from his mouth; going paler by the minute. "Angel, please, the wound? Where's the wound?"

"No, no, no, don't worry 'bout that, hey? Don't you worry, you just keep looking at me," you sobbed, holding his neck and cradling him to your swollen belly. "Just at me, my love, okay? Just look at me - don't look anywhere else, okay? Nothing else matters."

"H-How bad? How ba-ba-bad-bad is i-it?"

"You're going to be all right," you lied to Osferth for the first time.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Osferth repeated through his tears and fears, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."

He held onto you desperately, sobbing, you slowly rocking. "No, you're all right, Osferth, it's okay, just look at me." You caressed his cheek, smearing blood, but locking eyes. "My love," you whispered, "listen to me - "

"I don't wanna die, please, please, angel, my love, please," he coughed, holding your arm tightly as if it would give him life. "Don't let me die," he wheezed, "don't let me die, my love, please, please. Don't let me die, I don't wanna die. I-I wanna meet our baby, please, I want to meet our baby, I want to be a father. Don't let me die, love, please, I-I wanna be your husband longer - "

"You'll never not be my husband and you'll never not be a father, hear me?" You sniffled, trying to smile at him. "Don't you worry, you're gonna be okay, you're okay, Osferth. You'll always be my husband, nothing will change that - I swear."

Blood pumped with each beat of his frantic heart, making it gush over your fingers. You didn't even feel it.

"Please," he choked, more blood bubbling from his lips, "don't let me die, I don't wanna die. Don't let me die, please, not now, not when our baby isn't here yet, please, I just wanna meet 'em, be a family, I wanna stay with you, don't let me go. Please, don't let me go, I don't want t'go! Don't let me - "

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm here with you. I'm right here, Osferth, you're not alone, you're never alone. I'm here. I've got you. I'll always have you, I won't ever let you go. Never."

He sobbed harder. "I don't wanna leave you. Please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be without you - " But the words choked him, a splatter spraying across your face when he coughed; you didn't even flinch.

"Listen to me," you begged, "I commend you, my dear, sweet husband, to Almighty God, and entrust you to your Creator."

Finan was heard behind you, retching jarring sobs as you read Osferth his death rite prayer. "Don't let me die," Osferth begged still, as if you held that power.

He had always looked at you as if you hung the sun and stars, and now, as if you were his very reason for living. You hated God in that moment for forcing you two through this.

"May you return to Him who formed you from the dust of the earth. May Holy Mary, the angels," now, you choked on your words, emotion clawing your throat, but still continued, "and all the saints come to meet you as you go forth from this life. May Christ who was crucified for you bring you freedom and peace." You sobbed, "May Christ who died for you admit you into His garden of paradise. May Christ, the true Shepherd, acknowledge you as one of His flock. May He forgive all your sins, and set you among those He has chosen. Amen. Please, please, say amen, Osferth, say it, please!"

"A-Amen - Amen!" He coughed, trying to get closer to you, nestling into your warmth as he felt impossibly cold. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, please, please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be alone. I can't go without you, please, don't let me go - don't let me die, angel, please, I can't go without you. I-I’ve never been without you my whole life, I don’t wish to start now. I love you. I-I love you, please, don't let me go, I love you. I need you."

"You'll never be without me," you promised, face coated in blood, grime, dirt, and ash; all streaked with your tear tracks. "You will always be my husband, hey? Hear me? You're always gonna be with me, I will never be apart from you. I'll love you forever, Osferth, I won't ever stop." You felt your chest cave in as you sobbed, "Please, don't you leave me - "

But Osferth was wheezing and panting, only staring up at you. "I only need you," he whimpered, "I've only ever needed you, I can't do this without you. Please, I can't - I can't go without you. I don't want to leave you, I can't leave you, please!'

"So don't leave me," you sobbed, him still clawing at you in desperation. "I love you more than life, Osferth, please, don't leave me, okay? Don't go. I love you so much. Being loved by you was my greatest pleasure in this life, I want our child to know your love, too, Osferth, please, don't go."

"I-I wanna meet our baby, I wanna hold 'em, love 'em," he repeated. "Please, this can't be the end, don't let this be the end. W-We have so much more - we were supposed to have eternity together, my love, my angel, please! This isn't the end, I can't - I can't go without you!"

"You're okay," you soothed uselessly, rocking more prominently. "Just stay with me, my love, okay? Stay with me. Don't go. Only look at me, all right? You hear me?" You sniffled, caressing his cheek. "You're the best thing in my life, Osferth, yeah? Understand me? Where you're going, y-you'll be welcomed a hero, with open arms. You'll be my own angel. My real angel. The reason I keep going for our child. An-And you'll stay there just for a little while until I join you, okay? You'll watch over us, me and the baby, right? Our own angel? Hey? 'Cause you'll never be part from us - you'll never be apart from me. You and I are a forever sorta thing, we'll never be apart, we'll always be part of each other no matter what."

Osferth lost his words, eyes widening and pulling you closer.

You just soothed, "I'm here with you, my love. I'm here, I've got you. You're not alone, I'm right here, I have you. I've got you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, Osferth, okay? I love you more than anything, you're my everything. I love you," you sniffled, breaking down in worse sobs, repeating, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't faster, I love you, this shouldn't be happening. I'm so sorry, I should've come faster! I love you, I'm so sorry."

With his last breath, Osferth choked, "L-Love y-y-you."

"I love you," you hushed, bending at the waist to rest your forehead on his, "I love you so much. You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be all right, you'll be safe - where you're going, you'll be safe. I'm so sorry, my love... I'm so sorry."

You felt him go still. You felt the last of his breath exhale, his body deflate. You felt his soul detach from his body.

You froze.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, pulling back to look down at his petrified features. "Oh, my God, no, no, no. God, please, please, give him back," you sobbed, "give him back to me! Do not take him! It's not his time, you selfish cunt! Give him back! It wasn't supposed to end like this! Give him back to me, please! Please! This isn't how this was supposed to happen! We promised eternity together, please! Let us have that! Let us be together, give him back to me! I need him!"

Your shrill hysterics were heard all over Rumcofa.

Finan sobbed into his wife's arms behind you, Cynleaf knelt to slowly extend his hand onto your shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he offered, but you pushed him away harshly; knocking him into the dirt.

"No! I don't want your fucking condolences!" You snapped, holding Osferth tighter, "I want my husband! I want my husband back! Can you give him to me? Can you, Cynleaf? Can you give him back to me!?"

"No - "

"Then you have nothing to offer me! I want nothing else, nothing from you! I only want him!" You looked away from the young lad, finding Osferth's wide open eyes staring up at you. You whimpered, "I only need him, so, please. Please, give him back to me. Please. I need him, I need him, I can't do this without him, please, God, don't do this. You take so many lives, why add him to the mix!? Give him back! C'mon," you begged the cooling body, "c'mon, love, get up. Get up for me, please, just wake up. Come back to me, get up... Get up, Osferth, get up! Please! WAKE UP!"

But Osferth never moved. Never blinked. Never drew breath. And God never answered your pleas. Your dress was saturated in your husband's blood; a pooling puddle seeping into your knees, bodice drenched, his baby moving in your belly. You wailed into the still air, holding your husband tight to your chest; mouth agape to release the terrible screams of anguish, tears never ending, rocking on your knees. You didn't know what to feel... But devastation was prominent.

You wept until your throat went raw, jaw tender from your open mouth. "I'm so sorry!" You repeated, "I should've been quicker! I should've been at your side! You shouldn't have been alone! This is my fault! This is all my fault, I shouldn't have been away from you. I should've been with you, you did not deserve this end. Please! Forgive me, wherever you are, forgive me, I did not intend for this, I shouldn't have left you, I should've been at your side, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry."

"No," Ingrith whispered, "no, do not say this is your fault, you did nothing - "

"Exactly!" You snapped at her, eyes ablaze, her husband silent. "I did nothing, I wasn't with him! I wasn't where I was supposed to be! And he was stabbed because of you!"

Finan whispered your name in reprimand.

"No! How many times have you rode a fucking horse, Ingrith!? And now, today, the time it truly matters, you fall; you posed distraction," you sobbed, crumpling in on yourself. "He was distracted by your fall... This shouldn't've happened, this is all wrong!"

The trio just watched you, knowing your emotions were raw and unwavering, that your words did not have meaning because your husband had just died in your arms. Hours passed, you did not move. Hours passed, your husband did not return. Hours passed, and your heart shattered with each passing breath you selfishly drew.

Because living felt selfish now without Osferth.

"Sweet one," Finan whispered, the sun setting, "we should move him. Bring him to the church so Benedict can pray."

Your head shook, "No."

"Darlin', we have to - "

"No," you whimpered, "because if you take him to Benedict, it's real. If we move, he's truly gone... He can't be gone, Finan," you sobbed, meeting your friend's eyes. "If you move him, he's gone, I'm not ready to say goodbye, please. Please, don't take him from me."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "but he should be laid to rest."

"Don't take him from me," you begged, a new wave of tears starting. "I just - we were supposed to be a family. We were supposed to have this baby, and now, it's just me? This cannot be, so please, don't take him from me, I only need him back. Give him back to me, Finan, please, I can't be without him."

"I know," he nodded, gently encouraging you into his embrace. It meant you had to let go of Osferth, something you did slowly and gradually, leaning into the Irishman's chest. "All right, I got yah," he whispered, looking to his wife. "C'mon, stand with Ingrith. I'll carry him."

"Be gentle," you sobbed, feeling Ingrith grip your arms to help heave you to your feet; watching Finan scoop Osferth over his shoulder. The change of position made more blood splatter to the dirt, your heart stalling in your chest when you heard the mess.

You felt your soul shriveled and hidden somewhere deep in your chest, following as if in a trance. You watched Finan and Cynleaf slowly lower Osferth to the ground with the other dead Danes, feeling yourself drop to the ground in shock.

Seeing Osferth amongst the dead made it so much more real.

"It's all my fault," you sobbed, Finan moving to your side, "it's all my fault, I got him killed. I should've been quicker. This is my fault, my fault, I did this, 's my fault."

Finan knelt beside you, bringing your foreheads together to hold you tightly and let you sob into his embrace. "You didn't do this," he promised, "you did nothing wrong. You are not at fault. Do not carry this guilt."

You sobbed without reprieve.

Young Uhtred halted Father Benedict from praying over the Danes, telling the older man they had different customs, but looked back at you. He asked your name softly, wondering, "Do you wish for a prayer for... Him?"

Even Young Uhtred couldn't stomach the truth, avoiding using Osferth's name out of sheer disbelief.

"That'd be nice," Finan agreed, turning to sit beside you and hold you under his arm. You leaned into his embrace, head to his shoulder. "She read him his death rites when... It happened."

Young Uhtred nodded, bowing his head, leading, "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, On earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

Then, you joined from under Finan's heavy arm, sobbing through your words, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death."

Benedict finished, "Glory Be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end."

Together, you, Ingrith, Young Uhtred, Benedict, Finan, and even Cynleaf ended, "Amen."

Feeling the most level-headed, Ingrith stepped in and directed the men; informing that Young Uhtred should lead the remaining Danes to Daneland, Finan and Cynleaf would meet Uhtred on the road, and she would accompany you to Wessex - where Osferth could be laid to rest at the place of his birth. Then, the people mourned together for their fallen.

Finan disagreed initially, telling his wife you were his responsibility now that Osferth was passed. But there was no way you could continue with the company, not in your pregnant state. Finan didn't like the idea of you being without him, considering you close to a sister; something of a best mate, someone he couldn't turn his back on - no matter the situation. However, he understood the predicament and finally agreed to part ways, but not before he untied Osferth's crucifix and latched it around your neck. At the gates of Rumcofa, before separating, Finan gifted you his rosary; thinking it might bring comfort in his physical absence.

Years from then, you would bring up a single son named Gabriel (a name your husband favored, a name benefitting an Angel) under Lord Uhtred in his birthplace of Bebbanburg. You never remarried. You never even so much as looked after another man with lust. Gabriel would grow into a handsome warrior and a devoted man of God, satisfied on tales about his father; being painted as a man of honor, integrity, and bravery. Osferth, too, was a man of God, a man of the sword, and a man of his word... Until the very end. And when your time came, you were brought back to Wessex to be laid to rest with your husband; your son having a son, naming him Osferth, and knowing, both his parents shined down on him in pride.

It was a comfort for everyone to know, somewhere in the afterlife, in God's warmth, you and Osferth were reunited; looking just as you did the day you parted from one another.

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[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, rejection word count -> 2.1k

abstract -> my soul was always yours... im sorry it took this long

flashback – heeseung’s perspective

“But I don’t want to go,” I told my sister. She sighed and continued to fix my hair for this stupid day. “Come on, maybe you’ll find friends,” she said with a grin and I scoffed. “This is different from you, you actually found friends” I whined and I knew she was already worried but I dreaded having to go to a new school. 

“Heeseung, be brave for me okay?” she said and I rolled my eyes but agreed. I held her hand tightly as I saw the school in front of us. 

Belift Boarding School for Young Witches. 

“You’ll pick me up, right?” I asked and she smiled. “I’ll be right here to hear how your day went little brother,” she said as I waved her goodbye. I hated the thought of starting a new school. 

Only for the kids to treat me like an idiot, a monster, anything but human. I wanted to find Jungwon and Sunoo… but I didn’t know if they were incarnated again. Or the other boys… maybe even Sooha. Anyone to make me feel less alone. 

This is a stupid school, filled with idiots!

The orphanage just had to make me go here. It's dumb. Filled with kids who don’t even know simple magic, what is this school?! Then again… noona would just say it's because I have my memories of past lives that I know about my abilities. 

“Hey! That’s mine!” I heard and I noticed the mean kids didn’t target me… maybe cause I was placed as a top student when the school tested me. No one wants to bully a kid who knows more magic than them… maybe it's better I went to an all-witches school this time around.

I wouldn’t have vampires or werewolves messing with me. 

The group of boys threw her books out of the window and I scoffed. “Oops! Sorry y/n!” they said and laughed but she didn’t cry nor yell at them to stop. Instead, she looked angry. 

I was going to help her but… I laughed. 

It seemed that they all now looked at me confused. “What are you laughing at!?” they yelled and I couldn’t stop. “Maybe… look in a mirror!” I said, trying to stop. She must've done a basic spell to do that… she gave them weirdly colored hair. One had a giraffe pattern, the other a zebra, and their leader a cow. 

It looked funny on them. They all looked at each other and argued. They didn’t even notice the girl scoff and walk towards me. 

“You could’ve let them figure it out,” she said and I chuckled. “Sorry to take away your surprise, but want help finding your books?” I asked and she smiled. “Please?” she asked and I swear I fell in love at the very moment. Her smile and shining eyes…

“I’m y/n by the way… what’s your name?”

Twas the night before the masquerade. 

“I wrote her the best card!” Sunoo praised as he tied his bow tie. “In your dreams! She’s gonna choose me to be her date!” Jake said and I laughed. “How bad was your writing on that card?” I said and everyone laughed. “Hey! That doesn’t matter!” he said and I chuckled.

“Heeseung-hyung… do you know who she chose?” Jungwon asked and I smiled. “Who knows?” I said and they groaned. I left first wandering outside… 

Why was I nervous? 

If I was being honest with myself I didn’t let myself read her mind. A part of me begged for her to choose me… despite how selfish I've been. 

In my confession, I asked her to meet me in the back of the school at the flower field. Each minute went by that I wanted to turn back… I know that she was sure her card was from Sunoo. So why was I still–

“Heeseung?” I heard and I felt like I was alive again. The feeling like throwing up, the anxiety, the cold sweat… I turned to see her in a beautiful dress, dolled up and everything. 

“You’re the one who sent this?” she asked, confused and I gave her a nervous smile. 

“Will you let me explain everything?”

y/n’s perspective

I sat down wanting to at least hear him out. I guess I did choose one of my soulmates… just not the one who–

“I never wanted to reject you,” he said… Did I mishear him? “When I saw you again I… felt alive, like there's a heartbeat in my chest. You make me just as nervous though…” he said and I was confused. 

This wasn’t the Heeseung I knew– 

“I’m not… you met Heeseung. The vampire, the one who in his past life was devoted to a princess… but a long time ago you met Evan” he said and I felt my eyes widen. 

Evan?

“Pathetic right? I gave you my English name and lied to you saying I was a foreigner when we were kids… I just didn’t want you to know about me. Jake told me you met my sister… I was a witch who attended Belift Boarding School for young witches” he said… Evan.

The boy who always met up with me after classes… the boy who helped me prank the other kids in my class. 

“I don’t understand," I said, confused…

“I think I’ve loved you since I first saw you, y/n” 

When we first met I felt drawn to love at first sight.  I loved you then and I love you now, I’ll always be there to lift you up even if you don't want me there. I want to be the only one to cherish and love you. To die and live for you and only you. So I can only dream you would do that for me. 

“Then why? You were one the meanest! You rejected me first! You’re a liar… you… why?” I yelled until I realized I was getting emotional.

“Don’t cry… not when you have six other soulmates–” “Answer me” I said and he smiled a soft smile. 

A smile that… I've only seen once… when he comforted me after what happened with Jake. 

“Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon were in love with Sooha… they don’t know this but you do. If you have more than one soulmate and you try to–" "To bond with a few of them then the bond eventually dies' ' I finished for him and he gave me a sad smile. 

“I knew Jungwon would want to be with you even without the bond and so would Niki and Sunoo. I wasn’t sure though… but here you are” he said and I scoffed. 

“You shouldn’t make decisions for other people,” I said and he gave me a sad smile. “I know… but when it affects your magic I was willing to break you apart from them when not all of them were going to accept you easily,” he said and I sighed. 

It's why I couldn’t defend myself against Jake… also why my magic has been faltering recently. 

When a witch's soulmate bond is rejected… and fighting for the bond drains your magic. You can fix either by rejecting your mates back… or having them accept you. It's also why Wonyoung broke my bond temporarily… so my magic can temporarily regenerate. 

“You turned into a vampire?” I asked and he chuckled. “Not willingly… but I can live with it. My sister recommended that I go to Decelis. So im learning to come to terms with it” he said and I nodded. 

“You really do look pretty… you would have to be the prettiest person in the school” he said as he lifted his hand up to tuck my hair away. 

“Prettier than Sooha?” I asked and he chuckled. “Believe it or not, I've never loved Sooha. She was more like a sister to me… my own sister took care of me in this life. While I took care of Sooha in another… So I didn’t reject you to have Sooha… I would have to be a fool” he said and I was shocked. 

“Go to your party… you worked hard for it. They’re all waiting–" "But I chose your message, "I said, cutting him off. 

“Oh? I guess you did… It would be a bad example if the president of the student council of Bright Sun didn’t follow her own rules” he said and I chuckled. 

“Shall we?”

We arrived now with our masks on and I took everything in. 

I soon heard him chuckle beside me… “They’re all jealous and annoyed,” he said and I sighed. “They must be confused about who I chose?” I asked and he nodded. 

“They’d never guess me,” he said and I nodded… I looked at him, he was happy. He had a grin on his face… not so serious like other times. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, will you give me at least one dance?” he asked and I smiled and took his hand. 

I enjoyed my time with him… this was the Evan I knew. My best friend from elementary school graduated and I never heard of it again. 

“I wish you would let me choose my own path, you know,” I said as we swayed to the music. He smiled… “I know better than anyone… what rejecting mates does to a witch. You were fighting for the bond… and it was eating your magic” he said and he wasn’t wrong. I jeopardized myself… but they didn’t know that. 

“How do you know about that?” I asked and he sighed. “Let's just say my sister… she experienced it,” he said and I felt my eyes widen. 

“Don’t worry… she’s fine. Can I ask–” “We will be announcing our king and queen!” I heard Wonyoung’s voice. “Now we have included this year to not just include witches or any magic users only. So please be open-minded to one another and let us accept other species into our traditions” she said and I smiled. 

It was controversial but it was all fun and to be enjoyed. 

“Our king… is K from Riverfield!” she announced and I was shocked. K? I soon saw him join the stage… “And our queen… Sooha from Declis” she announced. What? Not everything was wrong– 

“EJ and Wonyoung are doing me a favor… Sunghoon can put aside his ego for this one time” Heeseung said. The King was voted most times for Sunghoon and the Queen was Wonyoung… So what was going on?

I looked back at them getting their crowns and smiling at each other… “They’ve accepted one another,”  said and he nodded. 

“K finally has some sense… and Sooha is finally thinking clearly,” he said and I chuckled. “Thank you… even though you tampered with my event” I said and he laughed. 

“I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you,” he said and I smirked. “Oh? Then I know how you can '' I said and he looked at me shocked. “We’re soulmates right, Evan?” I asked and he laughed.

“Yes, we’re soulmates y/n. I’m sorry for everything… but I'm willing to do anything for you. I promise my little witch” he said and I smiled. 

“y/n!!” I heard and I saw Sunoo and Jungwon. “You bastard! What'd you do to our soulmate!” Sunoo yelled and I laughed. 

“I chose his message… sorry boys,” I said and they pouted. 

“Yeah, so I won fair and square,” he said and Jungwon scoffed. “So did Sunghoon yet he’s drawing a punch right now,” he said and I laughed. 

“I owe him a dance,” I said and I was suddenly pulled back with the hands on my hips. 

“Sorry, but you’re mine tonight. I won you with my message… and I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost” he said and I nodded.

“Comfort Sunghoon please?” I asked the two boys and they nodded. 

“I’m guessing you guys are all made up?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Everything is right again… especially my soul that is bound to you” 

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[staysdelulus]

Stray Kids - Felix [MDNI!!]

Kinktober Day 16!!

Warnings: fem!reader, pinv, no protection, oral (fem!receiving), etc.

Word Count: 708

“Right now?”

Your boyfriend nods happily, looking out the window, eyes sparkling at the nice weather, the light reflecting his eyes. “Yes! Right now. Please?”

Giggling softly, you nod, grabbing your purse before he stops you, his voice scolding yet soft. “Baby. I’m paying, I don’t care. Let me treat you just this once.

He raises an eyebrow at the nervous look you give him, and he continues further, his voice gentle. “It’s just grocery shopping, remember? Nothing else. Not luxury purses, clothes, anything. Just food.”

“But-”

Felix cuts you off again, shaking his head softly. “I’m being serious, Y/n, baby. I know you can afford it yourself, but I’m choosing to pay because I want to, and because I love you. So just let me. Please?”

You nod, agreeing to him finally as he sighs in relief, straightening his back before he takes your hand in his firmly. “Good. Let’s go, yeah?”

The whole journey is full of fun and love, him running through the aisles as if he’s never been to a store before while you trail behind him, adding things to the basket. He buys flour, sugar, milk - all ingredients of love to make you your favorite cinnamon rolls. As you make your way to the self check-out line, you pause, looking at the cupcakes. “Lixie, look. It’s buy one get one free.”

Without hesitating, he grabs two boxes, you giggling at his antics before finally paying and heading home.

This will be perfect for the party. Those were the thoughts that filled a satisfied Felix, his mind already racing with what’s to come.

The night is loud, his band members coming to celebrate another perfect all kill with their new comeback. Chan greets you warmly, as he was the first you had met, while the others grin shyly. Soon enough, though, the music and drinks had everyone dancing, and you can’t help but grin proudly watching Felix dance in the living room, the couches pushed to the sides. You pick up the cupcakes, the boys gathering around you excitedly as they thank you.

Felix smiles at you, kissing you gently before he takes one himself. The two of you settle on the couch, his body slightly sweaty as you take a bit of the cupcake. Felix’s hair is slicked back, his eyes fixed on you almost hungrily. Flushing under his gaze, you clear your throat, mistakenly pushing some frosting onto the sides of your mouth.

“Baby, you have frosting on you,” Felix whispers, his voice almost oddly in awe, yet husky and needy.

Flushing, you nod, quickly swiping your tongue over the creamy, white frosting. The look in Felix’s eyes knows you made a mistake. Because the next thing you find is you being carried over his shoulder and into your shared bedroom, the music still pounding softly through the wall.

“Fuck, baby, taste so good,” he mutters, gasping as he licks your entrance, his lips glistening from your increasing wetness. His nose nuzzles into your entrance, your eyes wide at the sensation before he pulls out and swipes at your clit, hands holding your inner thighs down.

Mewling softly, you whine when he pulls up, his eyes dark. “Y/n. We have to be quiet. Don’t want the boys to know what’s happening, hm?”

You only manage to nod helplessly, whimpering softly when he presses his lips against you again, sucking you off harshly as you groan again. As the sensations build, you find yourself coming in his face, gasping as you shake, your hands clutching his hair as he holds you down firmly.

Climbing over you, he presses your legs to your chest, pushing his hips deep into you, whining at the feel of him. His hips thrust upwards, your core clenching at the new angle as you let out a cry, him unable to hold back his groan before he collapses on top of you, coming harshly as his heat shoots right into you.

“Should we go back out?” you ask, gasping softly as you catch your breath, eyes fixed on your boyfriend’s face.Felix shakes his head, rolling over and holding you gently in his arms. “No. They’ll know not to bother us. Let’s just… enjoy us for now.”

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request a Future Rise Donnie x Fem Reader where reader will just be chilling with him but then randomly decide to CRONCH

Like they could just be sitting in the same place then reader just randomly chooses Violence™

Teeth

F!Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: biting so much..., fluff, Donnie is a menace, smut, p in v, marking?, dom!f!Donnie, small oral segment (fem receiving), tiny bit of fingering, praise, swearing, creampie x2

A/N: Yes... Yes... Violence. :) I... Got carried away I think... There was supposed to be a tiny plot, but... Obviously that didn't happen. Let me know if I missed anything From now on! Please send any nsfw/smut/suggestive requests to @fishstixloser!

You lay against Donnie, between his legs with your back against his plastron. Donnie was reading while you played with his fingers, he never minded, actually he liked that you touched him so much. You pull his hand up to your lips, gently kissing his palm. Donnie felt his heart swell, smiling softly at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You kissed all three of his fingers which only made his heart leap into his throat. You bite the heel of his hand gently, pressing a small kiss to the bitten area. Donnie sets his book aside and pins you to the bed, you squeal slightly in surprise, he moves really quick.

"I must admit... I do enjoy giving you the occasional nibble. It's become our special little quirk, hasn't it?" He leans down closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "But I must warn you, my love, biting can be quite addictive, and I can never resist the temptation to reciprocate. So, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?"

You smile up at him, enjoying the playful yet hungry atmosphere you both created. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do to me?" You taunt. Donnie's eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. He hovers over you, his hands gently holding your wrists above your head.

"Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you've just unleashed. Since you enjoy provoking me, I think it's only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine." Donnie whispers, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to show you just how much I enjoy sinking my teeth into you, leaving marks of my desire all over your body." With a surge of passion, Donnie captures your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His teeth nipping at your lower lip before he soothes it with a gentle lick. He lets go of your wrists, his hands starting to roam your body as he explores your mouth.

You can't help but moan into his mouth, your eyes closing as you give in completely to both of your desires. You kiss him with equal fervor, equal hunger. You hands slide down his plastron, tugging his shirt up a little, his own hands slip under yours, gently trailing his fingers over your skin. He pulls away, his lips kiss swollen and pupils blown. Donnie leans down again to set out to do just as he said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. His lips attack your neck, trailing bites and open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He grazes his teeth against your skin in a teasing matter, relishing in the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each pleasurable sound that escapes your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"You feel so good, my love. Your moans, your taste... They drive me wild." His voice is husky with desire, he continues his assault on your neck. His teeth graze over your collarbone before his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses. With a swift motion, Donnie removes your shirt, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin. His hands caress your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I want to taste every inch of you, to mark you as mine..." He leans down to claim one with his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His other hand trails down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasingly tracing small circles against your heat.

"Yes, please. Let everyone know who I belong to..." You gasp, bucking your hips against his hand, you can feel him smile against your skin. You look down at him, seeing the trail of hickeys and bites down your chest and decorating your breasts. Donnie was only leaving more as he continued down your body.

Donnie's eyes darken with a possessive hunger as he hears your gasps, his fingers increasing their ministrations on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Oh, my love, you have no idea how much I want to make you, to show the world that you belong to me." He continues to suck and nip at your skin, leaving purple marks in his wake, his actions fueled by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As his fingers continue to tease your clit, he leans up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzy of desire. He breaks the kiss only to speak, his voice filled with need. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it. I'll mark you in every way possible, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind." His words are punctuated by his actions, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness, his touch becoming more demanding and fervent.

You moan, bucking you hips more. You hold onto his shoulders, gasping into him mouth. He pushes his finger deeper, your hands trailing down his body. "Oh fuck..." You whimper, feeling him remove his fingers from your pants and tugs your pants off. Donnie's eyes are filled with primal hunger as he gazes down at you, slowly laying himself between your legs. You look at him, his eyes hazy, his breath hot against your thigh. He starts to nip and kiss your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you want him most. Donnie revels in the sight of your flushed, needy body, his desire growing with each passing moment.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." His voice is low and raspy, laced with desire. "I'm going to taste every inch of you, leave my mark on your skin, and make you mine in every way possible." With that declaration, he dips his head down between your legs, his tongue flicking out to tease your swollen folds. He starts with slow languid licks, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he explores, his tongue tracing patterns, alternating between gentle flicks and deep motions. As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his hands trail up your body to caress and knead your breasts, his touch gentle and firm. He revels in the sounds of your moans and gasps, his own arousal growing with each pleasurable response he elicits from you. "You're mine, my love. And I'll make sure you never forget it."

"Always yours." You moan and whine, your hands on his head. Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your words, his own need reaching its peak. Donnie pulls away, removing his head from between your legs, kissing and biting his way back up your body. He leaves new hickeys and marks, your heart racing as he presses his hips to yours.

"Always mine..." His voice is filled with possessiveness as he grinds his hips against yours. He swiftly removes his pants, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip teasing your slick folds before slowly pushing into you, inch by glorious inch. He groans at the tightness and warmth that envelops him, his movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good, my love. So tight... So perfect." His voice is a low, breathless growl. He starts to move, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, his hips meeting your in a rhythm of passion and desire.

You grasp onto his softshell, trying to be careful and not hurt him. Your body arching to meet his as he hooks one of your legs over his waist. "Please, Donnie..."

"I'll give you everything you desire." His voice a mix of passion and possessiveness. Donnie's movements become more intense, his thrusts growing faster and harder, fueled by a mix of desire and the need to please you. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts, their force driving you both closer to the edge. Donnie leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fervent hunger. His movements become more erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. "Hold on, my love... I'm almost here..." With one final, powerful thrust, he finds his release with you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spills himself inside you. He partially collapses on top of you, his breath heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his heart still racing with the remnants for your shared passion. "You're mind, forever and always."

You pant heavily as you both come down from your highs. Donnie leans down, covering your neck in more marks, still buried deep inside you. "I did marry you." You tease quietly, gently rubbing his softshell.

Donnie lifts his head from your neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. "Ah, my love, you certainly did. And I must say, I am quite please with that decision." He smirks, slowly withdrawing from you. Donnie rolls to the side, cuddling against you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He captures your lips in a gently kiss, his voice filled with affection. "You are mine, my beautiful wife, and I am yours. We are bound together, body and soul." He nuzzles his face against your his eyes briming with adoration. "I love you, my dear. And I promise to continue finding new and exciting ways to show you just how much."

"I love you too." You hum, kissing him again, just as softly. You pull away and look down at your body, seeing on the bites and marks he left on your skin. You chuckle and turn back to him. "And earlier you said you like to occasionally nibble on me." You murmur playfully, gesturing to all the marks. Donnie chuckles lightly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at the marks decorating your body.

"Ah, my love, I must admit that I do have a certain... Penchant for nibbling." He smirks, his fingers tracing a particularly vivid hickey on your neck. He leans in, his lips brushing against the marks he left, his voice filled with playful affection. "Each mark tells a story, my love. A story of our passion, our connection. And it's a story I love to tell over and over again." He nuzzles against you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer. "You are truly a canvas and I am an artist. I can't help but want to leave my mark on you, to show the world that you are mine."

"Don't think anyone can doubt it now." You whisper playfully, Donnie pulls you to lay on your side, facing him. Your fingers gently trail down his arm. You smile, feeling his lips and teeth on some of the marks he left, feeling him smile against your skin.

"No, I don't think anyone could doubt our connection now." He chuckles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. "These marks serve as a reminder, not just to others, but to ourselves, of the passion and intensity we share." He leans in again, his lips gently brushing against the marks, his voice filled with gentle affection. He continues to pepper kisses and nibbles along the marks, his touch gentle and loving.

"Can't say I hate it. I quite enjoy you marking me." You murmur as he moves down your body more, only for him to find all the spots he missed. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch and kisses, unaware of his findings. Donnie's lips pause in their gentle exploration, his brow furrowing slightly as he hasn't fully marked you.

"My love, I apologize for neglecting these parts of your body. I assure you it was not intentional. I simply got caught up in the moment." He looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. Donnie rolls you onto your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, his fingers tracing delicate patterns. "I will make it up to you, my dear. Consider it a challenge, a mission to leave no part of your body unmarked." He continues his exploration, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of gently bites and kisses along your sides and back, his touch careful and attentive. "You deserve to be marked completely, my love. Every inch of you is worthy of my attention and affection."

Donnie's hands glide over your back, his touch gentle yet firm as he explores the contours of your body. His lips and teeth leave a trail of gentle nips and passionate kisses as he moves down your back. He reaches your ass and thighs, his movements becoming slower and more deliberate. His hands knead the flesh, his fingers tracing shapes along your skin. His lips press against your sensitive areas, leaving a combination of bites and soothing kisses.

He revels in the taste and feel of you, his desire intensifying with each moment. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he explores every inch of your backside. With each touch, each bite, each nibble, he leaves his mark on you. The sound of your pleasure, the scent of your arousal, fuel his own desire, urging him to continue his exploration. His movements become more urgent, he knows you enjoy his marking, and he's more than willing to oblige, leaving a trail of evidence that you belong to him.

Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your pleas, feeling your hips lift to align with his intentions. He continues his ministrations with extra care, his touch becoming more focused and intense. HIs hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you to push your ass higher into the air, granting him better access to mark and claim you. His teeth graze across the soft flesh of your ass, leaving lingering bites, each one a testament to his desire for you.

He lavishes attention on your thighs, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. His touch is both possessive and adoring as he marks you, he cherishes the beauty of your body.

The sound of your moans and the sensation of your body responding to his touch only heightens his own pleasure. He revels in the power he has over you, the way you surrender to his desires. His own arousal grows, his need to claim you driving him to continue his passionate assault on your ass and thighs. He leaves a trail of marks, each one a symbol of his love as he takes you deeper into the depths of pleasure.

You whine as he pulls away, surveying the marks and bites he's left on your skin. You arch your back a bit more, Donnie's eyes widen slightly, his breath catching as he takes in the sight before him. He can see the anticipation and need in your body, mirrored by his own.

Unable to resist the allure, he moves closer, his hands gently caressing your marked skin, tracing the contours of your ass and thighs. His touch tender and possessive, as he savors the evidence of his desire on your body.

He leans in, is lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, his voice husky with desire. "My love, you are a vision of pure temptation. Your willingness to offer yourself to me, do display your desire so openly... It drives me wild." With a low growl of hunger, he moves closer to you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. His breath is hot against your skin as he leans in. "My love, you are absolutely irresistible. Your desire fuels my own."

With that, he guides himself into you, his hips meeting your ass in a passionate rhythm. He fills you completely, his movements strong and purposeful. Each thrust is a symphony of desire, a testament to the intensity of your connection. As he moves within you, he can't help but admire the marks and bites he left on your body. They serve as a visual of the pleasure and passion you've shared, a testament to the depth of your connection.

His hands roam over your marked flesh, his touch possessive and adoring. He savors the way your body responds to his every movement, the way you moan and whimper under his touch.

Together, you find release, your bodies moving in synchrony as you both reach the peak of pleasure. And in that moment you are reminded once again of the strength of your bond, the depth of your love for one another.

Your body relaxes, slowly collapsing back onto the bed as he pulls out. Both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Penchant... Yeah right." You mumble breathlessly, teasing him for his earlier words. Donnie lays next to you, his fingers trailing down your spine.

"Ah, my love, you caught me." Donnie chuckles softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he gazes at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps 'penchant' is too mild a word to describe my insatiable desire to mark and claim you. It's more like an obsession, a burning need that consumes me whenever I'm with you." He continues to trace delicate patterns along your spine, his touch gentle and soothing. "You bring out the wild and passionate side of me, my dear. I can't help but indulge in my desires when I'm with you."

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his voice filled with affection. "But I hope you know that it's not just about marking you physically, my love. It's about leaving an imprint on your heart and soul. It's about showing you how deeply I love and cherish you." Donnie pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "You are my everything, my dear. And I will continue to shower you with love, in whatever form it may take."

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep, content breath. "Thank you... For being mine and choosing me to be yours." You whisper, pulling away just enough to cup his jaw and kiss him slowly. Donnie's eyes soften as he feels your warmth against him, your words filling his heart with a sense of gratitude and love. He returns your kiss, his lips moving against yours with tenderness and affection.

"My love, it is I who should thank you. You bring me so much joy, so much purpose into my life. You accepted me for who I am, mutant and all, and you love me unconditionally." Donnie cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "You are my soulmate. Together we are stronger..." He presses his forehead against yours, his voice filled with sincerity. "I choose you every day, my love. You are the one who completes me. I will always be yours now and forever. Thank you for reminding me to take a step back and remember the beauty that beyond the lab." He whispers softly, sealing his words with another tender kiss. His heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the incredible person you are.

[bl3upi3]

Twisted Fate | Ethan Landry

Summary: After being attacked by ghostface Reader discovers another side of life. It turns out that you are more attracted to the killer than you think.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, maybe SPOIL ?, p in v unprotected, blood kink, knife play, characters death, choking, violence. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

A/N: I haven't watched the whole film but Ethan is so hot. This is my first smut so please feel free to give me feedback. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. (My requests are open if wanted)

You had worked hard all week and were looking forward to a fun party with your friends. You didn't care much about your appearance, but you had still taken the time to choose a comfortable, casual outfit for the evening.

You had lined up with your friends to get into the party, loud music could be heard from outside the house. When you finally walked through the door, you were immediately surrounded by a crowd of lively and energetic people.

The living room was packed, with people dancing to the music, laughing and chatting. You grabbed a glass of red punch, your favourite drink, and started socialising with your friends and other people you didn't know.

You spotted a cute guy in the corner of the room and approached him. You exchanged smiles and started dancing together to the lively music. It was a perfect evening, everything was going according to plan.

However, everything changed when you went to find a toilet and saw a pool of blood on the floor. You slowly approached it, trying to figure out what had happened. As you got closer, you realised that there were bodies lying on the ground, motionless.

You were horrified, your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do. You wanted to run away, but something inside you held you back. You had always been drawn to the dark side of life, but never had the opportunity to explore it.

Then you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned and saw a masked man in a black robe holding a knife in his hand. It was Ghostface.

You didn't panic, you felt alive and excited about taking control. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon but nothing. Ghostface was already approaching you.

You got into a fighting stance, preparing to dodge his attack. You stepped back a little, watching every move he made. You narrowly dodged his stab, and he tried to hit you again, but this time you managed to block it with your hands.

You quickly thought about how to defend yourself effectively, so you rolled backwards and picked up a glass vase that was on the floor. You threw it at Ghostface, but he dodged it. You continued to look for a way to defend yourself, your eyes scanning the room. Then you saw the knife block on the worktop.

You approached slowly, ready at any moment to dodge an attack. Ghostface followed you, his eyes fixed on you. You reached the knife block and grabbed a knife, turning quickly to face your opponent.

"You want to play?" You challenged. Your voice shook slightly, you had forgotten how good it felt to feel like that. "I'm ready." You smiled.

He doesn't react, raising his own dagger to parry yours. You quickly stabbed downwards and he blocked the cut, grabbing your wrist with one hand. You kicked him in the chest, throwing all your strength into it. He fell onto the ground. You stood above him, glaring down at him.

You raised the knife again, and brought the blade towards his throat. You could hear his heavy breathing under the mask as you came closer, your heartbeat speeding up with every second that passed. You were on top of him, legs pinned around his hips and blade at his throat.

 His arms were stretched out, unable to reach your waist. He seemed defeated. You closed your eyes, thinking about how good it would feel to kill him right now. Your breathing quickens as you decide to remove his mask revealing a curly haired boy looking at you with a smile.

"Ethan ?" You asked. His face is full of surprise, a hint of fear showing in his green eyes. He doesn't say anything, instead, you notice how his grip on your wrists loosens slightly and he tries to push you off of him. You ignore him and press harder against the knife, causing more blood to trickle down his throat. You can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows hard. You smile at him, a sadistic expression crossing your features.

"It feels good doesn't it" he  asks. "To finally have revenge." Your smile widens even more. You don't hesitate anymore ready to strike. You suddenly stop when Ethan grabs your wrist, stopping the knife in its track. You pull your arm out of his grip, staring down at the blade stuck between his fingers. Blood dripping into his face, he looks at you and smiles with his bloody teeth.

Then you felt it, hard and solid pressing against your core. Your eyes widened in confusion until you realise what was happening. You looked at him, his smile, the blood, the feeling between your legs sent electricity through your whole body. His eyes locked onto yours and he leaned upwards, pressing his lips against yours roughly, almost aggressively. The taste of blood entering your mouth, mixing with your saliva. 

You dropped the knife on the floor next to you and wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You broke the kiss, breathing heavily.  You moved away slightly, just enough to see each other better. You were both smiling brightly, euphoria filling you. Seeing that blood on him, his own blood made you feel something new. Something hot.

Without saying a word, you stood up and looked at him. "So now, if you don't want me to kill you, you'll have to fuck me" A slow grin crept over his face. He pushed himself off the ground, grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you up onto the counter, where he positioned you. 

"You don't know how much I wanted you"  he said. He pulled your hips closer, kissing you passionately once more, this time his hands slipping under your dress, caressing the sides of your thighs.

"That's why you killed all this people ?" You whispered after pulling apart. He looked deeply into your eyes, his own filled with passion. You didn't understand how he could be this passionate while being covered in blood and sweat. But you were so attracted to him. And you wanted him too.

"I just wanted to kill that guy you danced with but someone saw me so I took care of all the witnesses" he responded before capturing your lips once more. He kissed you hungrily, making the both of you moan. This wasn't a gentle kiss. This was a lusty, dirty, hungry one. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't think straight, but he wasn't letting go, his tongue was deep inside your mouth, caressing your inner walls teasingly. Your hands slipped beneath the hem robe, sliding over his warm skin. He groaned loudly, moving his hips, thrusting against you, grinding into you.

Suddenly he stopped, breaking the kiss, looking down at the knife which had fallen on the ground. He crouched beside it and placed it carefully besides you. Before pulling his robe over his head "Now, I want to play" he said looking at the knife, then to you "Do you wanna play?" you nodded eagerly "Alright then, let's play". 

He removed his clothes and you did the same, he climbed onto the counter next to you and you climbed on top of him, taking the knife as you went. You placed both of your knees on either side of his hips. You stared at his pale, beautiful torso, you placed the tip of the knife at the top of his torso and dragged it delicately towards his belly button, leaving a thin line of  blood following its path. 

He watched you closely, you kept your eyes focused on his face, enjoying the view. He got up on his elbows and looked between you two before you understood. You lifted yourself up slightly, taking him  inside you and sinking down slowly, your eyes fixated on each other.

 He moaned loudly, biting his bottom lip nervously. He started moving his hips rhythmically, giving you complete pleasure. His hands travelled to your hips, holding them firmly.  You could hear him panting, clearly trying to hold back some noises he desperately wanted to make. You lowered yourself to take his lips again.

As soon as you began moving again, he lost control of his body, moaning uncontrollably while gripping you tightly. He threw his head back, his hair falling down in front of his face. You moved your hips faster, , you couldn’t get enough, you needed him. You wanted him.

You broke away from the kiss and ran your hand over the blood that had not yet dried before running it up and down your own body. You gasped when he squeezed your breast gently, bringing a small amount of pleasure to your body as well. 

A low groan escaped your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue, the sensations were overwhelming. He tightened his grip on your breasts, and you moaned louder than before, pushing down further on him .

 He moaned, his grip never relaxing. You place sloppy kisses against his neck, feeling his excitement build up. He was close, you could feel it, he wasn’t far, he wouldn’t last long.

"I don't want to cum before you" he whispered, his words sending shivers of anticipation throughout your body. Your heart pounded,  you couldn't remember if there had ever been anyone who was able to turn you on like Ethan did.

"Me neither" you confessed. He grabbed your hip and turned you around,  positioning you underneath him. He pressed his lips against yours again, his hands travelling from your hips, trailing up your stomach towards your breasts. When he reached one of them he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing you before slamming back into you. He placed one of his hands on your ass and squeezed it, his other one moving down to your thigh. His movements were quick and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper inside you. 

He continued to slam into you. Harder. Sweeter. More intense. You let out a scream of pleasure, your hips bucking uncontrollably. He was moving quicker and stronger, his grip tightening, keeping you down.

Your orgasm hit you instantly. Everything slowed down. Every muscle, every bone in your body relaxed. You could feel Ethan's grip loosen and you moved your hips, hitting back harder. He grunted in response, tightening his grip once more. He was close. So close. Just a few more steps, a couple more seconds, that's all you needed. 

"Cum inside of me Ethan"  You begged, throwing your head back exposing your neck. You heard a faint growl escape his throat and he immediately released himself inside of you. You let out a sob of satisfaction, feeling him buried deep inside you. You could feel the tension leave his body. His grip on you loosened even more and looked down a you with a smile.

You smiled back "So you won't die a virgin", he looked at you with confusion before before you grabbed the knife and stabbed it into his neck. His blood spilled over your chest, onto your arms. You stared at the red liquid, relishing the feeling. Your eyes trailed over his dead corpse, watching his muscles relax. It was silent for a moment. 

You pushed his lifeless body away before stepping off the counter and getting dressed. Once fully dressed you walked over to the knife sticking out of Ethan's neck and picked it up.  You smiled, placing the knife on the counter before taking his mask in your hand. You put it on , turning around to face your reflection on the window. You smiled at yourself as well, loving what you saw. 

You left the house minutes before the police arrived at the crime scene

[intrepidacious]

❤️ a good time!

tat!bucky’s favorite (or least favorite) thing about twelve

… why not both?

cause and effect

chapter summary: How Bucky fell in love with Twelve: Slowly, and then all at once.

pairing: bucky barnes x time witch!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: light angst and negative self talk (this is bucky y'all); some light pining 🤭please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: i've literally had this one in my drafts for about two years and i hadn't actually planned on posting it for a while yet but i did promise distractions. and i missed him. i always do.

this is part of the time after time universe but can be read as a teaser and/or a standalone 💚

Bucky’s relationship with time has been fractured ever since a cold day in January that stole away the life he was headed towards and turned him into the monster underneath a child’s bed.

It’s hard to feel good about the concept of time travel once a lot of your own time has been taken away from you. Even now, there’s only so many things in his life he has control over; like the fact that he’s actively choosing to go back to therapy now, or that he’s able to keep a pet for the first time since he was thirteen years old. Stupid little things, like what kind of food he wants for lunch or whether he should take the stairs or the elevator.

Every single one of these things he’s fought for tooth and nail, clawing his way out of the past and carving out his own space in reality again, struggling, trying, hanging on like he wasn’t able to all those decades ago.

He’s probably still failing.

Some days, clinging to the present is tense and brings him nothing but grief. Sometimes, it feels like he’s going to have to mourn the past forever, whatever might have been; and maybe that’s his sentence.

He wouldn’t have wished it on anyone. He deserves worse.

And then there’s you.

Flickering in and out of time, constantly moving, changing in the time it takes him to blink.

It’s infuriating to him, the way you get to use your powers. The way you don’t need to think about consequences, because they don’t have to be permanent, don’t have to be something you need to live with for the rest of your life. To you, time has always been something that can be changed with a single snap of your fingers. Whatever you do can just as easily be undone.

Once you decide you’ve seen enough, you can just take the scene from the top.

And you’re so stubborn.

You’ve already seen how this goes on if you let it, and so you’re always right, end of story. There’s an ease to your steps because of it, a nonchalance in every movement, and it makes Bucky’s blood boil to see it so plainly.

With all the good that you could do, you choose to do nothing instead; to stay out of the picture entirely and burn through your powers just because you can, wasting them all on things that don’t mean anything.

How many lives could you potentially save?

Instead, you consume disturbing amounts of caffeine and then continue to provide running commentary to the world around you based on things that, to him, never happen at all. "Do this", "don’t do that", "take the other one", or, his absolute favorite, "don’t make me fix that".

Why not? he wants to ask, say, demand. Why not fix all of it?

It takes a while for him to realize that all of your fire means you’re burning from both ends. In fact, it takes Becca.

"You should bring her by sometime," she tells him on a rainy afternoon. "While I’m still alive and kicking."

His little sister just turned ninety-eight. Her kitchen sideboard is filled with black-and-white pictures reminding him of all the things in her life that he missed, arranged in perfect little wooden frames.

"And why would I do that?" Bucky asks, scowling at his cards.

"Because you keep mentioning her," Rebecca says dryly and whisks the cards onto her pile with quick fingers.

"You gotta be kidding me," he groans, noting down her points. "And I don’t."

"Do, too. I don’t remember you being this terrible at this game."

"Because I haven’t caught you when you’re cheating."

"Exactly. It’s embarrassing." She wins the next trick, too. "How’s Tuesday?"

"Am I clairvoyant now?"

"I was thinking lunch."

"No." Finally, he gets a couple of points down. When he glances up at his sister again, she’s looking at him expectantly and he sighs. "What?"

"You can’t fault me for being curious," she says. She has just as many opinions as she did when she was sixteen. Her eyes are still the same, too, the same shade of blue as his and the same glimmer of archness as their mother.

"Don’t you think it’s weird?" Bucky says, finally giving in. "The whole … time thing?"

"I think it’s very weird, but so’s you returning from the dead and kvetching about it." Her eyes narrow when he starts to protest. His mouth closes again. "Besides," she continues, shuffling her hand around, "it doesn’t sound all that fun."

"To have the power to never make mistakes?"

"To have to live through every mistake twice without anyone knowing."

Something about her words strikes him like a match, and so he tilts his head and squints at her and thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s got it wrong.

That you carry not only your past, but all the futures you’ve seen that never came to be; all the what ifs having turned into answers.

And he thinks, how nice. And then he thinks, how horrifying.

It’s a thought that follows him over the next couple of weeks, and it starts reframing your interactions for him, in a way.

"Will you stop staring at me," you say without looking up from your book.

Honestly, he can’t. He’s still trying to pick up on it, the split second between before and after, that little change of your posture, your hair, your face, that tells him more time has passed for you than it has for him.

It’s more of a feeling than anything else, something right at the back of his mind telling him that something is different if he concentrates on it enough, but he’s never sure what it is. And he doesn’t like that; not one bit.

So Bucky crosses his arms and leans back. "Why?"

A flash of irritation makes your nose twitch, even though you still refuse to meet his eye.

"It’s rude, for one."

"Noted." He waits for the two that never comes. "Anything else?"

And there it is. A blink-and-you-miss-it kind of moment, like the air shifting around you ever so slightly, a certain knowing glint in your eyes when you roll them and get up.

"Annoying!"

He can’t help it. He wonders what your original answer was.

***

Bucky’s relationship with time changes slowly, the deepest cuts carefully mending themselves until looking back doesn’t feel like getting his bones ripped apart anymore, until he looks at you on a cold day in January and realizes he’s fucked.

At first, he hopes that it might be a fluke. A trick of the light, maybe, or seasonal allergies. That’s the reason why his eyes are drawn to your face as soon as he enters a room; the closest source of discomfort always the thing he seeks out first. That’s the reason why his chest constricts like that.

But the truth is, he knows this feeling has been building slowly; he’s just been unwilling to admit it.

Something soft and delicate has started to nestle in that gaping hole inside his chest, unbothered by the walls he’s so carefully built up.

He’d never planned on you.

Fuck, if he’d known in the beginning, he might’ve …

No, he thinks. He wouldn’t have changed anything.

Because you’re too good for him, anyway, and he knows it. Smart and strong and funny and gorgeous and capable of things he’s not sure he’ll ever fully comprehend; and it’s worse than that, because he knows you now.

You’re grouchy in the mornings and you make terrible jokes when you’re nervous and you have a strange feud with his cat and your smile makes him want to put his fist through the wall because what is he supposed to do with any of this?

He’s not made for this dance anymore. That part was taken from him so long ago, and he’s delusional to think that anything or anyone could return it to him after all the bridges he’d been made to cross and burn. Why would someone like him deserve to be given tenderness anymore in this life? Why would anyone want to try?

But that foolish thing blooming inside him feels a lot like hope, despite of what he keeps telling himself.

There’s just something about you that keeps pulling him in, and honestly, he’s tired of fighting it. Then again, the thought of you feeling the same is nothing short of ridiculous.

He’s not the same guy as he used to be. Hell, sometimes he’ll look at old photographs and barely recognize himself.

He remembers life before, and maybe that’s what makes this so hard. He remembers talking to pretty girls, their bright smiles, their soft skin underneath his hands. Good times were easy to come by, even though life was hard in a different way, then. But he was good at it; acting on his feelings alone used to be simple, fun, second-nature almost.

It’s different now.

It used to be different only once before, and look where that’s gotten him.

No, he can’t say anything. Not ever; or not yet, at any rate.

Sometimes, though, Bucky lies awake at night and listens to the rain knocking against his window, and he remembers how much easier falling asleep used to be when he had someone next to him and his mattress didn’t swallow him alive.

He’ll remember the dark circles under your eyes and wish it could be as easy as asking, too. He wonders if there’s a universe you remember where he tries, but he doubts it.

These days, he knows his mind again. And it’s not a burden he wants to share.

You have enough to carry on your own.

Maybe, he thinks as he stares up at the ceiling at three in the morning, maybe there’s still a certain comfort in your powers, in knowing all the possibilities, but it also means constantly losing something that’s real; always mourning the life that isn’t.

He can relate to that.

And maybe that means you can relate to him, too, at least a little bit.

It’s odd, how comforting that last little thought is to him.

When he does eventually fall asleep, you make your way into his dreams, too, sometimes. Those times are the worst.

You’re you, and he’s him, and there’s a sort of "us" in the both of you that doesn’t exist in real life. So when you let him lace his fingers with yours and press your lips to his forehead and it feels easy, that’s usually the point when he wakes up, heart tumbling over itself, right hand tracing the ghost of your touch, always too much, never enough.

He knows it’s not real.

He knows it’s just an indulgence; selfish, really.

The problem is that whatever small hope has decided to settle in his very core is impossible to kill, no matter how much he pushes it down; and he’s not sure he wants to lose it again.

Secretly, silently, serendipitously, you make him have faith in the future again.

But it’s not time for it yet.

if you want to read more about these two (plus a lot of time related shenanigans), read the main series here. or check out the rest of my bucky fics, that's also an option 💚 i don't do tag lists but you can follow @intrepidacious-fics for update notifications

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Devotion & Desire

Chapter Six

Plot summary : When you, a lone omega, move in across the hall from alpha Bucky Barnes, he knows that his life is about to get a lot more complicated, but he has no idea just how much you’re going to turn his life upside down. You’re both devoted to fixing your past mistakes, but will desire for something more get the better of you?

Pairing : Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] All chapters will contain the usual omegaverse and A/B/O tropes, and explicit smut. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 5.7k

A/N : Please don't hate me for the ending 😅

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE

MASTER LIST

Chapter Six

Everything had changed, though neither of you wanted to admit it.

Bucky lingered close to you, staying in the room with you as you slept. Instead of continuing to look for the men who’d tried to kidnap you, his attention became entirely fixed on you. When you’d stir, he’d softly brush your hair from your face and check your temperature, when you were too hot he’d press the cold washcloth to your cheeks and forehead.

Every time pain or fever woke you, he’d make sure you had something to drink, before sitting with you, stroking your hair and muttering softly until you fell asleep.

And, when you needed more than that, he was more than ready to give it to you.

You were left feeling like something had given inside you, broken even. The walls that you’d put up to protect yourself and the space that you’d tried to maintain all came crumbling down around you. Instead of sharp words, you were gentle with him, thanking him for his help and leaning into his every touch.

There was no telling if it was simply your biological desire to submit to an alpha or something deeper at play and, honestly, you were too exhausted to even think about it. All you knew was that Bucky was there and he was taking care of you. He was keeping you alive.

As predicted, your heat continued to get worse. The pain soon returned and you knew that nothing but Bucky could help you through the pain. “Bucky?” Your voice came out as a quiet, sleepy rasp in the dim light of the bedroom, the sun slowly starting to rise beyond the curtains.

Your vision blurred from the fever and your whole body tensed as your abdomen started to cramp. He was laid on the floor but you couldn’t tell if he was sleeping. For a solitary gut-wrenching second you feared that he was ignoring you.

“Bucky?” You said again, but your voice was still too quiet to rouse him. Leaning, you tried to reach for him, misjudging the distance and tumbling out of bed. You landed on your side beside him, the impact causing the pain you were feeling to increase tenfold. But the noise of you hitting the floor was enough to pull him from his sleep.

“Mouse?” He said, worry and confusion warring in his voice as he looked at you, trying to make sense of what was going on. 

There was no time to explain, you needed him.

A clumsy hand ran down his body to his boxers, brazenly slipping beneath the waistband to grasp his cock. You felt the immediate reaction, the way he twitched before you even started to stroke him. Bucky let out a groan, momentarily taken aback by what was happening, as if some part of him thought that he was still dreaming.

Until you let out a pained sound.

“Bucky,” you said, the desperation and urgency in your voice telling him exactly what you needed. 

“Okay,” he said, sitting up, “let me get you back into -”

“No, now... please...” 

You pulled your hand from his boxers and got onto your hands and knees for him, not caring that you were on the hard floor. Right then, you didn’t care about anything other than Bucky taking away your pain and making you feel good.

(Because, whatever you may have wanted to tell yourself, it did feel good and you wanted it more than you dared admit to Bucky.)

He quickly moved behind you, his boxers pushed down his thighs. He pulled your slick-soaked panties to the side and surprised you by sinking two of his vibranium fingers into you. “Bucky,” you keened, pressing yourself back against his hand, knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.

“I know,” he said softly, “but I don’t want to hurt you.” “It’s not that big,” you muttered, glancing over your shoulder and flashing him a weak smile.

Yesterday, making a joke like that would have seemed unthinkable or the comment would have been made with venom and bile. It was another example of how you’d softened in such a short time, and the huff of laughter that Bucky allowed to escape his lips was sign enough that he’d softened too.

“Oh, really?” He asked, twisting his wrist so his fingers turned as they thrust inside you like he was trying to prove a point. You start to answer but you lost whatever you wanted to say to the low moan that escaped you.

“What was that?” Bucky asked, holding back a laugh.

It continued on like that for a few minutes, Bucky’s fingers pushing you to the very brink of your sanity, but they weren’t enough to push you over. 

When he was satisfied you were ready and that he wouldn't cause you any discomfort, he pulled back his fingers and you felt him press closer to you. A soft, needy sound spilled from your lips when he dragged the tip of his cock between your folds.

“Please, Bucky,” you whined.

“Please, What?” He asked in a low voice, sounding barely in control as he continued to tease you, letting you take the tip of his cock before pulling back out. 

You could tell without looking at him that he was enjoying himself, but you didn’t dare think about why. It didn’t matter, you reminded yourself, it was just biology. You were both just taking care of your biological needs.

“Fuck me,” you said, begging with a neediness you’d never known before.

And, again, you didn’t dare consider why.

He sank into you slowly, groaning and muttering about how much easier it was compared to the first time. Your head dropped onto his pillow, his scent immediately filling your nostrils as you tried to muffle some of the desperate and mindless sounds that escaped you.

Bucky started slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him in a way that you hadn’t the first time.

You kept your head down as he started to move, his thrusts slowly getting faster, more purposeful, pushing you higher and higher, towards ecstasy. You came easily, your arms almost giving out beneath you. If it weren’t for Bucky’s vibranium arm wrapping around your waist, you would have fallen forward. 

His dog tags tickled your back as he slowly leaned over you, trailing kisses up yourspine, along your shoulders and neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. You could hear every grunt and breathy moan that spilled from his lips, and the press of his tongue against your gland was enough to make you cry out.

When his lips reached your jaw, you realised that he was trying to kiss you, that he wanted you to lift your head for him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. 

As much as you wanted to give in to him, to let him give and let him take everything he wanted, you were scared of losing yourself in the moment, of giving yourself up to him in ways that you might regret later.

Bucky got the hint and quickly returned his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking, urging you towards another orgasm. His name fell from your lips as you fell apart for him again. It was enough to have you trembling in his arms, completely boneless and exhausted, your needs sated again. At least, for a little while.

He gently let you go, laying you on the floor as he pulled out and came into a tissue. Then he lowered himself to lay beside you, his fingers softly brushing your hair away from your face.

“You okay?”

All you could do was nod, sparks of pleasure still shooting through your body as you lost         yourself in his blue eyes.

His fingers continued to stroke your hair, and he smiled as he watched you slowly start to relax again. It was almost as if he was enjoying taking care of you - a confusing thought that brought a frown to your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s... it’s just biology, right?” You dared to ask, not sure what you wanted his answer to be.

Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah, it’s just biology.”

For a few more seconds, he stayed where he was, tenderly soothing you, staring into your eyes like he was searching for something there. It was strange, nothing you’d experienced with him before, and it caused a terrible sinking sensation in your stomach. The more you thought about it, the more you found yourself wondering how you would have reacted if he’d told you that it wasn’t just biology.

You let him lift you back onto the bed and kept your eyes fixed on him as he checked your temperature and made you drink a whole bottle of water. It was almost as if he was suddenly a different man to the one who’d just been inside you, the man who couldn’t keep his lips and hands off you.

Before he could pull away from you, you leaned against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. You weren’t sure what it was that possessed you to do it, but you wanted him to stay close. Biology or not, being with him made you feel better, and you couldn’t stand how distant he suddenly seemed.

Bucky let his own head rest on top of yours and you heard him let out a slow sigh.

“What’s gonna happen?” You asked quietly. “If you can’t find the people after me,” you avoided saying the name Rumlow, “what then?”

“We’ll find them,” Bucky answered, not missing a beat. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll make sure that you’re safe.”

“I mean, what about... after... after all of this?” 

He looked at you, confused for a moment until he finally understood what you were trying to ask; what was going to happen after your heat if Rumlow hadn’t been found. Bucky seemed to hesitate, his mouth opening and then closing, as if he had to rethink the initial answer that he wanted to give.

“Like I said, I’ll keep you safe.”

“But, I...” you trailed off, not even sure what you wanted to say.

It was going to be awkward - how could it not be after everything that had happened between you? 

When your heat was over, everything would change. There would be no more comfort to be found, no excuse to press yourself into his side, no reason for him to tenderly stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

Because it was just biology.

He was only helping you because you were an omega, because you were too weak and pathetic to look after yourself.

“Have you thought any more about...” Bucky started, then hesitated. You felt him tense against you.

“What?”

“What we agreed to, I guess...” he said with a sigh. “I said I’d look after you through your heat and deal with the guys who are after you, then if you still wanted revenge for your brother you could have it.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought. You didn’t want to think about it. You couldn’t. No matter what you said or did, it was going to hurt; you could either betray your brother's memory and the promise you’d made to yourself years ago, or you could kill the person who’d cared for you and made you feel safe, the man that you were starting to care for.

“I...” the word left you as little more than a choked sound.

“Forget I asked,” Bucky said before you had time to formulate an answer.

“No, it’s not -” you tried again, “- I don’t want to… I mean, I know it wasn’t you. I just...”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it.”

There was something in his voice that you didn’t like, something resigned, like he’d already made up his mind about you and about what you were going to do. And it pissed you off. You hated that you could let him get so close to you when he obviously hadn’t learned anything about you. 

“Don’t do that,” you said, pulling away from his side, “don’t act like I’m supposed to have some easy answer for you and then shut the conversation down when you don’t get it.”

Bucky looked taken aback, but you could see the resignation on his face. He didn’t say anything, he just offered you a shrug, gesturing you to continue.

“I don’t know what I want anymore, Bucky,” you confessed, forcing yourself to hold his gaze no matter how awkward it felt. “I don’t think you’re the man who killed my brother and I - I don’t blame you for what happened. But, you have to understand that this is all I’ve known for the last fifteen years. I don’t know what comes after this, and I don’t know how I go on knowing that I couldn’t get revenge for Ryan...”

At some point tears had started to spill and, the second you noticed them, you were angrily scrubbing at your cheeks.

“This is all I have. This has been my whole life. I gave up so much and I - I can’t even...”

It felt like the world was crashing down around you. Forced to realise that the last fifteen years had been a waste, that your years trapped with Rumlow had been meaningless, you felt a desperate sort of emptiness that you hadn’t felt since losing your brother. There was nothing left for you.

Before you knew what was happening, Bucky’s arms were around you, holding you tight. He muttered softly in your ear, telling you that it was alright, that everything would be okay. 

“I don’t have anything left,” you murmured, hiding your face against his chest as tears continued to fall.

“You do,” he said softly, “you have people who care about you.”

You shook your head but didn’t have the heart to argue with him and explain, again, why he was wrong. The people who cared about you, the ‘friends’ that you had made, none of them knew the real you, and you were certain that none of them would accept the real you.

A few months ago, you would have been fine with the thought of being alone, but after spending so much time with Bucky, and with Nikki and Jade and all your friends at Gracie’s Diner, you knew you didn't want to go back to that.

Bucky continued to hold you as you silently wept and, after a while you managed to calm down, apologising to him and blaming your outburst on your raging hormones, instead of owning up to the uncomfortable feelings that were brewing inside of you. Lying was for the best; to Bucky this was just biology at play, he didn’t need to know that some part of you was starting to wish it was more.

Eventually he managed to untangle himself for you to go fetch you some breakfast but, by the time he came back, you were lost to the throes of your heat again, your body trembling with the intensity of it.

You tried to hide it from him, but that didn’t last. He’d come to know you too well, at least well enough to tell when you were trying to hide your pain from him.

He helped you up onto your hands and knees and quickly settled himself behind you.

It seemed like every time he touched you, fucked you, Bucky learned something new, some way of pleasuing you that he’d use the next time around. He was attentive and he cared about your pleasure and -

Fuck.

Every time you let him touch you, you felt yourself slipping deeper and deeper into feelings that you knew you couldn’t have. You were just some helpless little omega to him, that was the only reason why he was helping you; he pitied you and he felt remorse for killing your brother. That was it. That was all.

Three orgasms later, you collapsed on your side, panting for breath.

Fortunately, the cereal he’d brought you was still edible and you managed to eat about half of it before you started feeling too exhausted to go on. While you abandoned the bowl to the nightstand, Bucky started to fuss you, taking your temperature again.

“It’s getting worse,” he said, managing to sound both worried and frustrated.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to -”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he interrupted before you could even think of trying to get rid of him. He hesitated for a second, his voice lowering a little as he continued. “It’s not me I’m worried about, mouse.”

You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat to say something, to tell him that he didn’t need to worry. Part of you was struggling to believe that he was worried in the first place. It didn’t make sense. People didn’t worry about you.

It was easy to get lost in feelings of self-loathing, thinking yourself a burden, nothing more than a weak and pathetic omega. You hated feeling that way, you hated the way your heat and your omega status defined you in that moment.

“Hey,” Bucky said, pulling you from your thoughts. You realised that he’d been talking while you’d been lost in your thoughts. “You understand that, right? That I’m worried about you? That I don’t want anything bad to happen to you?”

“I get it,” you said, nodding.

“I’m gonna stay here with you in case you need me.”

“What about -”

“Sam’s got his best guy trying to track Rumlow down, don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere when you still need me.”

Again, you nodded.

“We’ll get through this,” he told you.

We.

Bucky tried to give you some space and tried not to hover around you, but after the third time you’d called him to you, he decided to stay exactly where he was, collapsed on the bed beside you. It seemed that you’d managed to wear the super soldier out and that was definitely saying something.

For a time you’d managed to sleep beside him, lulled to sleep by his hand tenderly stroking your hair. After you’d drifted off, Bucky must have closed his eyes because, now, he was dozing beside you. He looked so peaceful and, after what you’d put him through over the last few days, he needed a rest, but the pain of your heat started to grip you again and you knew you needed him.

Instead of waking him, you crawled onto his lap and started to rock your hips, pausing only for a second as he woke up. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, your hips still moving.

“It’s okay, mouse,” he answered softly, his cold vibranium hand finding your waist. “Do you want to -”

“No.”

You didn’t want to turn around a present yourself like an omega, you didn’t want to pull away from him and lose the feel of his body against your for even a second. Especially not when you felt him start to get hard. His eyes met yours and you found yourself getting lost in their blue depths again.

Bucky helped you lift yourself, gripping the base of his cock with his flesh hand and holding it stead for you to sink down.

You heard his breath hitch in a way you hadn’t before, his eyes seeming to take in every flicker of emotion to cross your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

It felt different this time - it was the position, the fact that you were on top and in control. It had nothing to do with the fact that you could see his face or that he was holding you instead or gripping you.

Pausing once you'd taken him all, you rocked your hips again. You weren't sure you'd ever get used to the feeling of him filling you, and you weren't sure you wanted to. You’d started to love the ache and the way your body strained around him. It was like he was made for you, though you hated that thought the moment you’d had it.

Your hands gripped his shoulders and, for the first time, you found yourself really taking in the sight of him, his broad chest, the dog tags that hung around his neck and - oh. The scarring on his shoulder. Your hand pulled away from that shoulder, scared of causing him any discomfort, even though you knew that his injuries were decades old.

“Hey,” he said softly, his soft, warm hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes found his again and he offered a gentle smile, noticing your concern. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Was he? Could he ever be?

You didn’t know where any of those thoughts or feelings were coming from, and you knew they’d cause you nothing but problems. But you didn’t care. Things like common sense and self-preservation didn’t matter in that moment, all you could think about was his pain and how you didn’t want him to be in pain.

“Hey,” he said again, holding you tighter as he leaned in to kiss you, pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts.

The strange thoughts seemed to disappear with his kiss and everything just felt... right.

You moved slowly, savouring the sensations instead of racing for the finish line, allowing yourself to enjoy it instead of seeing it as a means to an end. And, somehow, it felt even better that way. His cold metal hand found your hip and helped your movements but he let you stay in control, the whole time keeping his eyes on yours. 

As you took what you needed from him, Bucky placed his hand on your inner thigh and slowly started to tease your clit with his thumb. You barely even realised that it was the first time he'd touched you with that hand, instead of his vibranium one. 

Your fingers ended up in his hair, your gaze holding his as you rode him, your mouth hung open and little moans spilling freely out of you. 

Bucky bit his lip and just the sight of it caused you to clench around him, making you feel like you were losing your mind.

As your first orgasm hit, your head fell back and you moaned his name, over and over,  barely noticing that he had started to move beneath you, thrusting up into you as your body trembled.

Bucky seemed to come to life beneath you, pulling you close and seizing your lips in another desperate kiss. You were still in control, but Bucky was now an active participant. When the kiss broke, his fingers brushed back your hair so he could see you, making the moment feel even more intimate.

You felt your cheeks warm as he looked at you, watching as every upward snap of his hips forced a gasp from your lips. 

Without thought, you tugged on his hair, pulling him towards your neck. Moans soon began to spill from you as he kissed your gland and lost himself in your scent, before starting to trail lower.

You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your chest, his tongue lapping at hardened nipples before starting to suck. Even though you’d fucked more times in the last twenty-four hours than you could remember, it felt like the first time again. And, now that he could see you, touch you, Bucky was taking full advantage.

And you were letting him.

You were enjoying letting him.

Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, loving the feel of his lips on your chest, and the way he made every kiss and touch feel like an act of worship.

“Bucky!” You cried, your inner walls spasming as you started to come again.

As you came, his lips crashed against yours again, his tongue eagerly meeting yours as he swallowed down your moans. 

Whatever this was, whatever was happening between the two of you, you didn’t want it to end. You both kept moving, kissing, fucking, hands exploring each other in new ways, both completely lost to the other. You gave in to your every want and desire, letting yourself hope that maybe this really could be real, that he could actually care.

“Mouse...” he warned, sounding surprisingly breathless.

Later, you’d tell yourself that you didn’t hear his warning, or that you were too out of it to think about anything other than how good you felt. But, really, you didn’t want to stop, you didn’t want the moment to be unfinished.

Your hands moved along his shoulders and up to his neck, fingertips grazing over his gland, allowing yourself to touch him in such an intimate way. Before you could even think, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer and claiming your lips again. A deep groan vibrated through his chest and you felt him start to pulse and spill hot inside you, the sensation was enough to push you into another orgasm, causing your walls to eagerly squeeze around his cock.

His lips pulled from your as he panted and groaned. Instinctively you angled your head, offering him access to your gland which he took without hesitation. Your mind, instead of racing, went surprisingly silent, as if you knew without doubt that you wanted his mark.

“Good little omega,” he muttered, his lips and tongue causing your body to shudder even more than it already was, but his words and the press of teeth against your gland brought you back to your senses.

Your heart stopped and the moment shattered around you.

“No!” You cried out

You pushed him back, scrambling off his lap and away from his grasp, hating yourself for what you’d almost let happen.

“Mouse, I -” Bucky started and stopped, seemingly frozen in shock as you staggered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Your chest tightened and your heart started to race, overwhelmed with what had just happened and what you’d almost allowed to happen. You’d let him come inside you - just the feeling of it running down your thighs had you panicking - and you’d almost let him give you a claiming bite. But it was his words more than anything that had your stomach twisting.

You weren’t just some good little omega. Not for Bucky. Not for anyone. You’d never be a good little omega.

The words played over and over in your head, seeming to get louder with each and every repeat. 

Good.

Little.

Omega.

That was all you were to him. An omega. 

A weak, pathetic omega.

(That’s all you were to anyone.)

How could you have been so stupid? How could you have let yourself trust him and get swept up in the moment? He was an alpha just like all the others, he didn’t want you, he just wanted an omega to claim as his own. 

As you braced your back against the locked door, you realised that your cheeks were wet with tears and the pain you felt had nothing to do with your heat. With three little words, he’d managed to break you completely. You couldn’t breathe, your legs were shaking so much that you crumpled to the floor, your hand covering your mouth to suppress your sobs.

“Mouse?” He said softly, his voice barely audible through the door. “I -”

Bucky fell silent and you felt the door shift a little, as if he was leaning on the other side. There was a sigh and, against your will, you found yourself picturing the look on his face, that awful pained expression that he got when he said the wrong thing or realised that he’d fucked up. It made your heart ache all the more. 

“I - I’m sorry, I thought that you -” he stopped himself again. He sounded so lost, so conflicted, like he didn’t understand what had happened and why you’d run. 

(Of course he didn’t, he was an alpha, he wasn’t used to omegas telling him no.)

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, to explain it to him, knowing that if you tried he’d hear the awful, gut-wrenching sobs that you were only just managing to hold back.

A minute passed in silence. Then you heard another sigh.

“I - I’m gonna go,” he said, his voice catching awkwardly. “I’ll go see if I can help Sam track down Rumlow. I’m - fuck - I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip to keep from answering him, from saying anything that might make him stay. Pressing your ear to the bathroom door, you waited a few minutes before you heard the front door to the apartment open and close. 

A desperate sob escaped you at the thought you were completely alone again, that he’d left you, given up on you.It was what you wanted, but it still hurt so much.

After a few minutes, you forced yourself to stand, knowing that you couldn’t just stay there, on the bathroom floor, or in the apartment. You needed to go, needed to leave before Bucky got back. You needed to do the only thing you knew how to do; run.

You cleaned yourself up and rushed to the bedroom, dressing in some of the clothes Sam had brought for you before pulling on Bucky’s hoodie, hoping that his scent would help soothe the symptoms of your heat long enough for you to get somewhere safe. Not that you had anywhere safe to go to.

(But staying wasn’t safe either.)

You kept hearing those words in your head, kept thinking about the way he’d looked at you, the way he’d kissed you. It was all messed up, all ruined. You couldn’t stay, couldn’t be near him, knowing that he only saw you as an omega.

All your things were back at your apartment - if you could just get your phone, you’d be fine, you’d be able to check into a cheap hotel and wait out your heat. Surely Brock’s men weren’t still watching, surely they’d given up on you going back by now. You rummaged through Bucky’s backpack and found a few dollars, hopefully enough to get you back home.

Pulling your hood up, you stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind you.

With slow deep breaths, made your way out of the building and onto the street. You got a few strange looks from passersby, no doubt because you were a frail little omega wrapped up in an alpha’s overly large hoodie. At least, you hoped that was what it was. You didn’t want to think about how any nearby alpha might be able to smell your heat.

You frantically flagged down a taxi, and managed to fall into the backseat.

“Hey, you okay?” The driver asked, turning in his seat so he could look at you.

“I’m fine,” you said, though you sounded anything but fine. “West 116th please.”

“Yeah, uh, sure thing,” he turned and started to drive, keeping an eye on you through the rearview mirror. He was silent for a few minutes, until he noticed you squirming. “I hope you don’t think I’m outta line here but... you’ve got your heat right? Looks pretty bad to me - my wife, she’s an omega, and she gets it pretty bad too.”

“I’m just trying to get home,” you told him.

“You got someone waiting for you? Someone to look after you?” He asked and, then, almost winced when you visibly tensed in fear. “Hey-hey, I’m not... I’m not trying to say that - I just mean, you’re not looking great and I don’t mind taking you to the hospital if you need it. They’ve got one of those Emergency Omega Centers now.”

The thought of going to an EOC and being glared at by doctors and nurses caused your blood to run cold, stirring up memories of your childhood and your first few heats. It made you feel sick just thinking about it.

You quickly shook your head. “No. No hospital. I’ve got... friends to help me.”

The taxi driver didn’t look like he believed it but, ahead, you could already see your apartment building, and you were certain that you could reach it on foot if you had to.

Less than a minute later, the diver was getting out of the taxi and opening the door for you, even going as far as helping you out of the cab. And, when you tried to pay him, he refused.

“If my wife was in your position, I’d want people to be kind to her,” he explained.

All you could do was nod. You wanted to thank him, wanted to say something, but your fever was spiking again and you needed to get inside. 

Instead of heading for the door, you slipped around the side of the building, hoping that you’d have the strength to make it up the fire escape and into your apartment. Once you had your phone and some clean clothes, maybe you’d rest, just nap for a few minutes before figuring out your next move. Every time you blinked you found your eyes closing for a little longer. Your feet dragged as you walked down the alleyway. Bucky’s hoodie suddenly felt stifling on you, but you didn’t have the strength to take it off and you didn’t want to lose the warm embrace of his scent wrapped around you.

You reached the ladder and needed to cling to it for support, your legs trembling beneath you. Your head lolled forward, pressing against a cold metal run. For a few seconds, you closed your eyes, feeling like you could fall asleep on your feet.

“Hello, sweetheart,” a voice echoed through the alleyway.

Your eyes struggled to focus, but you didn’t need to be able to see him clearly to know exactly who he was and what he wanted with you.

Your stomach dropped.

Brock Rumlow.

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Can I please request the letter H for baji? Thank you!

I had a crisis writing this because nothing I wrote felt right.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

At first; Baji thinks he can hold it together when you broke up with him. He thinks that as long as you’re happy and safe, he can endure it. He’ll continue to watch over you, stalk you from afar and protect you from the shadows. He still loved you of course, he just had to go about it differently now.

Even if it meant not being able to talk to you. Or hold your hand. Or hug you… He couldn’t be in the same room as you either without you leaving immediately upon seeing him. No, it didn’t bother him… he could endure…. As long as you wouldn’t hate him.

He thought so, at least. But once he sees you testing the waters with another guy, giggling at his jokes and leaning against his arm. The dam Baji had build inside himself finally broke.

The same night you went on your first date after breaking up with Baji, you awoke abruptly to something heavy thudding against your chest. You gasped at the sudden pressure, sitting up, heart racing. You looked around your room, and saw a familiar silhouette looming over you. You wanted to scream, but it was caught in your throat. His eyes were wide, but hollow of affection. Only a swirling rage could be read from his expression.

“‘Don’t know what’s been going on inside your head lately, but I’m tired of this shit. You know how to piss me off, yet you went ahead and did it anyway.” He snarled.

You were beyond confused, but the moist feeling becoming more wet against your lap caught your attention. You looked down, realizing the thump against your chest that woke you up was a severed head. Specifically, the head of the boy you allowed to take you on a spontaneous date.

Just as you were about to finally let out the scream that had been building, Baji quickly grabbed you by the neck, pinning you down into the bed harshly.

You couldn’t breathe. No gasps, croaks, or words could pass your lips as you struggled desperately. “I let you throw your little temper. I gave you space, ‘n let you do whatever the hell you wanted. For a whole month. And you cheat on me?” He had delusionally created the image of a temporary break that made you two split. He hadn’t don’t anything wrong. You were just mad at him. But to go this far?

“I’m ’bout sick of it though. I fixed the damn problem, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, so quit avoiding me okay? I’m still your Kei, right? I still love you, so it’s fine. we can work it out. Right?” He tightened his grip around your neck, crazed eyes manipulating you from the inside to slowly nod your head to the best of your ability.

Baji smiled, and loosened his grip enough for you to breathe, but kept it there on the off chance you’d choose to scream. “I know… I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you,” he sighed, and kissed your forehead. “I lost my temper again. You know I’m trying to be better about that. It’s okay, we’ll be okay. Alright?” He soothed his thumb across the hyper-pulsing artery in your neck, shushing you gently.

“I love you.”

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Seven Days to Fall Again | Thursday | Jeon Jungkook

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: Flowers for my love. Jungkook is trying absolutely everything he can to get you back. No matter how ridiculous it might seem. Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Word Count: 3.2k (longer one this time lol) a/n: So I haven't posted anything for this series in almost a month so I'm really really sorry for that. I have so many other series going at this point that it's taken me a second to come back around and write for this one again. This one is a little bit longer to hopefully make up for it. Let me know what you think! p.s. Pretty much wrote all of this is one night so I hope it's not complete crap but I thought it was cute hehe Start from the beginning

Jungkook's visit yesterday threw me for a loop to say the least. 

I've tried to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't get to me but no matter how many pep talks I give myself or how many times I've tried to scold myself instead, nothing works. 

I miss him, and I hate myself because of that. 

I've been able to go through my morning and most of my afternoon with radio silence from him which has been incredible for my stress levels but I can't help but feel his absence more and more as time goes by.

He was hardly ever around for the last few months of our relationship so I don't know why his presence; which I had specifically chose not to have around now almost feels more painful. 

"Maybe I just need a walk" I say out loud "Yeah a walk and some fresh air should clear everything up" I continue, trying to lie to myself in thinking that some sunshine might actually fix this. 

Walking out of my apartment and heading straight to the subway I make a decision to go to a little cafe that I used to go to with my classmates. It's been a while since I've been there and their strawberry crepes were to die for from what I remember so I think it's time I treated myself to something nice.

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Leaving the station I notice a big crowd starting to  gather around and I get a glimpse of what they're all staring at, seeing that it's some guy getting picked up off the ground and rolled out on a gurney. 

Taking a closer look, believing that I somehow know them, I feel the need to make sure they're okay but I'm stopped by the police tape they've put up. 

Once the guy's head turns towards me my eyes widen in horror seeing that it's Jungkook. "Wait! Wait! Jungkook! Wait that's my boyfriend!" I say and duck under the yellow tape not bothering to worry about the repercussions. 

When he hears my voice and opens his eyes and I see them quickly change from seeming like he had been on the edge of life and death into his big doe ones, sending me a bright smile, showing zero sighs of distress anymore and leaves me stopping in my tracks.

"CUT" I hear someone shout in the distance. "Who is this girl and why is she on my set?" the same voice say as they gradually get closer. 

"No one" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and see Jungkook give me an awkward smile in response. I scoff and don't bother listening to no doubt the director trying to speak to me and from the small bits I catch onto it sounds almost as if he wanted me to complete the scene. 

"Not interested" I mumble and walk off, ignoring their efforts to keep me there. "Baby wait!" I hear Jungkook say as he struggles to get the belt they had fastened off of him. 

I don't even bother responding and continue to make my way down the street to the cafe, praying that he won't follow me but it seems as though the universe is laughing at me because despite the growing crowd around us he still is able to keep his eyes on me. 

"Y/n wait! Please!" he yells, making sure that there's no way possible that I couldn't hear him but I choose to ignore him nonetheless. "Please Noona wait!" he continues, using a word that he knows will get a reaction out of me and my steps stutter for a second but I regain my balance seamlessly and pick up the pace seconds after. 

"Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me, thank you" I hear him say, continuing to use that loud voice letting me know that he's still on my tail but as soon as I get to a crosswalk I start to walk a bit faster, hoping to cut him off and lose him when he hopefully gets stuck waiting for the next light and luckily this time it works. 

I take a quick glance behind me to check and see him standing there catching my gaze and turning to a flower vender beside him and buying a bouquet of sunflowers, my favorite flowers during this time of year and I know he didn't just get them randomly because no matter how much I think he doesn't pay attention or care about our relationship I know he makes sure he knows the little things about me.

And that's one of the things that makes me want to take him back. 

"Y/n wait! Please" he yells and I turn around just in time to see him decide to take a risk and cross the street without waiting for the light and seconds later I hear the sound of tires screeching on the pavement and see Jungkook duck out of view. 

"Jungkook" I whisper, stopping dead in my tracks, my body totally frozen at the thought that he might've gotten hit. 

Moments later though I see the sunflowers resurface above the crowd and his head soon after that and I watch the exchange between him and the driver and then soon see him turning back to me and abandoning the conversation to start running after me again. 

"Wait!" he says and I turn on my heel to keep going, hating the fact that I've already lost the distance I had gained between us. 

I duck into a random shop in hopes that he'll somehow lose sight of me and walk right past it, losing me and hopefully letting me resume my intended relaxing day to myself. I'll just stop by the bakery instead and make my way home so I can head in the opposite way of what he probably had expected me to be going in. 

As I hear the shopkeeper welcome me I quickly return their greeting and hide behind one of their shelves, picking up a random book and holding it up to my face. Making sure it's open and covering me just enough for him not to notice, but also giving me enough visual to see him pass by and continue his search in the opposite way, just as I had planned. 

I watch as he walks past the store, frantically turning his head in all directions to see if he could finally catch sight of me again and to my delight he continues on the path he had seen me on a few minutes before. 

I let out a deep breath at the sight and put the book down, finally gaining some of that peace of mind. 

"Were you looking for anything specific dear?" the older shopkeeper asks. "No not really, I was just trying to lose my tail" I say pointing towards the window. "My ex boyfriend has been trying to get me back and he won't stop trying to talk to me so we can 'Talk things out' or whatever" I say, letting out a huge sigh, happy to get a chance to talk to someone at least a little bit. 

"Well have you given him a chance to say his piece yet?" she questions, leaving me shocked, expecting her to side with me. "Well...no, but we've gone through these sorts of problems before and I just don't want him to say something that will convince me to give him another chance again" I say, walking towards her and leaning on a shelf nearby. 

She takes a second to think before responding and says something that I was hoping she wouldn't. "You need to give him a chance to at least say something. Everyone deserves closure don't you think?" she says with a soft smile, hoping to get through to me. "Unless he's violent or something of that sort. Then he can go fuck himself" she says with a grin, already knowing that's not the case. 

I open and close my mouth a bit, not really knowing how to respond and she laughs at my reaction, loving how much she's caught me off guard. "He was the young man that just passed by with those sunflowers wasn't he?" she says with a knowing smile. "How did you-" I start out but she cuts me off with another laugh. 

"That boy had the most adorable panicked look, searching here and there as if he had lost his owner. He's quite handsome if you ask me" she say winking at me and making me blush a bit at her straightforward nature. "Give him a chance love. And if you let him go, then you let him go. Trust me, you don't want to deal with the what ifs if he stops trying" she says giving me a soft smile. 

I know she's right and I know I should at least hear him out but at this point I think it's something I've gotta work my way up to. His all or nothing attitude right now is just too much for me. 

"You're right. I'll take some time and when I'm ready I'll sit down with him to talk it all out. Thank you. Oh I'm sorry I should probably get out of your hair. Uh" I stammer at the end, feeling guilty for taking up so much of her time. 

"Um here, can I buy this?" I ask, placing a little bear with a lavender flower embroidered on it's collar on the counter, grabbing the first thing I laid eyes on. It can't be more than four inches tall with it's cute round belly and a little sun hat on it with the ears sticking through it. 

"Keep it" she say, not even bothering to offer room for discussion as she walks away from the counter. "It's full of lavender petals so keep it close and the smell will help calm you down whenever you need it. You might even want to hold it close when you're talking to that boyfriend of yours" she says with a wink and walks to the back of the store, disappearing behind a shelf, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I pull out my wallet and put a five dollar bill in the tip jar and take a second glance at the bear and hold it up close to my face, breathing in it's sweet and slightly musky fragrance. I smile down at it's cute little face and put it in my purse. 'I've never been in this bookstore before' I think to myself, now finally taking a second to check out the rest of the interior beyond the immediate storefront. 

I make it a note to come back here one day and return her kindness by bringing something for her to repay her not only for the bear but also for her hospitality and advice.

I take one last glance around and turn to make my way out. 

"You certainly took your time in there" I hear a familiar voice say beside me, leaving me holding my breath for a second at the scare. "Jungkook" I say placing my hand over my chest before using that same hand seconds later to wack his arm making him drop the flowers he had started to hold out for me to take. 

"Hey! What was that for?" he whines, rubbing his arm for a few seconds and picking them back up. "That's for not only scaring me just now, but also scarring me earlier today with that stupid ambulance nonsense" I say throwing my arm out towards what I now know as being a stupid movie set and when I turn back to face him all I can see is a big grin on his face. 

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I question crossing my arms over my chest. "You know you called me your boyfriend back there right?" he says, his smile growing even wider. I scoff at the memory and don't even dignify his words with a response, turning and making my way back to the bakery just as I had intended as my plan B.

"Wait Noona please" he says and places a light grip on my arm. "What?" I spit out, turning to face him again, a look of displeasure on my face which somehow makes him smile even wider. "Can I at least walk you home?" he asks, poised in anticipation. 

Now that the shop keeper had equated him to a dog I can't help but notice how much he's been giving off golden retriever energy these past few days. Excited and begging for my attention no matter what I say.

"I'm not going home" I say pulling my arm out of his grasp but he grabs onto my hand this time instead, making me stop again, knowing that as much as I want to, I'm probably not going to get my way this time. "Can I walk you to wherever you're going then?" he questions, now completing the look with his puppy dog eyes that pull on my heartstrings every time.

"Fine" I say and he happily catches up to me after deciding to hand the flowers off to some guy and his girlfriend, knowing for a fact that I won't take them. For a second I don't even realize that he had decided to hold my hand again until he sways them back and forth a bit making me rip mine out of his grasp and opting to cross my arms over my chest instead, leaving it hard for him to try to grab onto me again. 

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Walking up to the bakery a few minutes later I stop and face him for a second hoping to shoo him away. "Okay, you can leave now" I say and take a few steps but I still feel his presence close behind me. "Why are you following me?" I ask turning around again, not amused at the fact that he's not listening to me. 

"Who said I was following you? I wanted to get something from here too! You know I like the chocolate donuts here, remember?" he says giving me a soft smile. "Fine" I mumble and reach for the door handle but before I can his hand reaches for it and opens it for me. I spare him a glare and he sends me a sweet bunny smile in return making me roll my eyes in response. 

I walk in and when he tries to do the same he notices a group of older woman making their way out and he waits to hold it open for them as well and I can't help but roll my eyes again, watching him continue to play the sweet loving gentlemen. They smile and thank him a few times in return which he responds with a smile and once they're finally out he heads inside intending to stand next to me in line but is cut off by a few people between us leaving me smiling in victory but it doesn't last long. 

"Excuse me sorry do you mind? I'm with her" he says pointing towards me leaving me widening my gaze and turning around but not fast enough for the others to notice if he's lying or not. "Yeah, sure" one of the guys says and they step aside and let him walk up to me but in the process of squeezing through he stumbles and falls into me a little bit, leaving him latching onto me, pressing me up against the wall I had been leaning against. 

"S-sorry Noona" he apologizes, ears turning red clearly embarrassed at our current position. "It's fine" I grumble and push him off of me, creating some much needed space and walking up to the counter where they're waiting for the next customer. 

"Hi can I get a raspberry donut and a ham and cheese croissant? Thanks" I say and the worker looks over at Jungkook as he is standing next to me and waits for his order. "Oh we're not, we're not together" I say tripping over my words, this being the first time I've said that in front of someone while he's standing right next to me. 

The worker looks between us and draws what I can assume is a line under my order that she's written down and then asks for Jungkook's which he orders just what he had said before, a chocolate donut. 

"Thank you" he says warmly and the worker looks between the two of us, not believing my words from before but smiles almost amused by our situation and tells us our orders will be right out before handing the paper over to the cashier where she gives me my total. 

Before I'm even able to reach for my card though I see Jungkook place his phone on the card reader to pay. 

"Hey!" I say in protest while Jungkook tells her to ring him up again for his donut as well. I decide it's useless arguing with him in public and walk off to the side to wait for our food. "I can pay for my own food" I grumble as he walks up to me. "I know, but I wanted to" he says simply and we wait in silence until they hand us our bags. 

"So where are you going now?" he asks, holding the door open for me again and jogging after me, having to hold the door for the next person again. "Home" I say and make my way to the subway entrance. "Can I walk you home?" he asks, already knowing the answer but trying anyway. 

"No Jungkook. You can't. You asked if you could walk me to wherever I was going next but that isn't an invitation to follow me around for the rest of the day. Just leave me alone." I say, the last part not as confident as the rest. "I just want to make sure you get back safely" he offers and at that my blood starts boiling. 

"I'm more that capable of taking care of myself! I don't need you to babysit me because last time I checked I was the one that was older than you" spit out at him, pressing a finger on his chest. Getting more and more irritated with every breath and watch as his eyes get wide, surprised by my sudden hostile nature. 

"I'm s-sorry I didn't think tha-" "And that's exactly what your problem is. You don't think about what I want or even what I don't want. Now will you please leave me alone? I don't want to deal with this today and I don't want you to follow me" I say, punctuating my words so it'll get through his thick skull. 

He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off again before he makes me even more upset. "Don't" I say and walk away, throwing my food away in the nearest trashcan and descend down the step into the subway station, hoping and praying he doesn't follow me. 

This time around though the universe smiles down at me, granting my wishes but leaves behind a broken and beaten down Jungkook, truly trying to figure out how everything went so wrong. 

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