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Declassified [13] - Barbecue

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷

Friendly reminder that I will be on vacation in July, so I won't have access to my laptop🩷 We will have the next chapter around August 1-2 but my headcanons and asks and everything else is open as usual! 🩷 So please let me know what you think, and I hope you like this chapter! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Anything can happen at a barbecue.

Warnings: Explicit language, adult themes, MDNI.

Word Count: 6.6k

Series Masterlist

A short white sundress wasn’t exactly professional but then again, everyone else in the team was going to show up in casual clothes anyway.

Even you had to admit, this was a good PR move. Having a barbecue party at his place surrounded by his team and his family –Wilsons— not only sounded fun but also would show the rest of the world that he wasn’t affected by his breakup, and business was as usual.

So technically, the sundress was purely because of PR reasons and not because you wanted him to think you were pretty.

Technically being the key word.

You fixed your hair and your dress as much as you could with one hand while holding a stack of files and a box of cookies in the other, then knocked on his door and stepped back. Excitement was rushing through your system already, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then looked up as the door opened.

“So I know I came a little early and brought work but the alternative was for me to work in the middle of the barbecue which is like not ideal in terms of PR, so I also brought cookies.”

Bucky looked frozen as he eyed you up and down, his mouth slightly open and you tilted your head in confusion.

“Bucky?”

His eyes whipped to yours and he shook his head as if trying to snap out of the daze he was in, then immediately got the files and the box of cookies from your hands.

“Hey,” he said. “Uh—come in!”

You stepped inside and smiled at Alpine who had run to the hallway to see what was happening.

“Hello my pretty princess!” you cooed, crouching down so that you could pet her. She purred, bumping her head against your hand before she closed her eyes while you ran your fingers through her soft fur.

“I still cannot believe she lets you pet her.”

“She likes me,” you said. “Don’t you Alpine?”

Her answer was rubbing her face against your hand and you scratched at her head, then stood up again to look around. This was bigger than his earlier place which you figured was normal for a Congressman, but it still had Bucky’s characteristics scattered around. His old pictures with The Howling Commandos as well as with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson were framed on the walls, and as you passed by the living room, you could see his records and phonogram at the corner. You followed him to the kitchen, eyeing his muscular body hungrily, biting at your lip.

How did this man look good both in a suit and casual clothes?

“So.” He pulled you out of your daze as he placed the files and cookies on the kitchen island. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I mean.” You plopped down the stool. “It’s not like I baked them. I don’t want to poison you or the rest of the team.”

He let out a chuckle. “Really?”

“I don’t know how to bake,” you said. “And also I needed bribery so that you’d take a look at the files I brought.”

He eyed them wearily. “That’s a lot of pages.”

“But hey, the cookies are delicious.” You opened the box to turn it in his direction, wiggling your brows. “Try one.”

He heaved a sigh and grabbed one, then bit into it and raised his brows.

“Wow.”

“Right?”

“I’m not sure I know this flavor.”

“Blueberry coffee.”

“Blueberry coffee?” he repeated and you grinned.

“Yeah well, I happen to know you don’t like it too sweet,” you said. “The guy at the register said this one is pretty good—I still refuse to believe you don’t like dessert.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “I just don’t like too much sugar.”

“I could eat dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” You clasped your hands under your chin. “Did you always dislike it?”

“Well,” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. “I mean sugar was rationed, so I didn’t grow up with too much of it. We had it better than most folk but we still didn’t use much. And then the war and then HYDRA...It took me a while to get used to food when I got back, and desserts weren’t the priority.”

You pursed your lips, your heart clenching with compassion. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t be, I don’t mind.”

“You hate it when people ask you about your past though.”

He shook his head. “I don’t if you’re the one asking me.”

You could feel a smile warming your face, and you bit down on your lip.

“Well then, I’m making it my personal challenge to find desserts that you’ll like,” you said as he took another bite of the cookie. “And I’m warning you, I’m very ambitious.”

“Oh really?” he teased you, smiling back. “I haven’t noticed.”

“So I will succeed,” you said and reached out to grab the file at the top, then opened it. “Speaking of succeeding, I need you to take a look at these.”

He took a look at the multiple files, then turned to you.

“Coffee?”

“Oh my God, yes please.”

The problem with you and Bucky working alone was that you got along way too well. When you were around other people you could work efficiently but when it you were alone, you got way too distracted.

Like you were right now.

“That’s not a valid answer!” he insisted and you gasped.

“It is!”

“It’s not, it goes against the game.”

“There’s only one logical answer to the 3 things you should take to a deserted island. Powerboat, satellite phone, water filter.”

“Nope.”

“The goal is to get the fuck out of the island!” you insisted, moving your hands to emphasize your point and he shook his head.

“That’s cheating.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to take with me, genius?”

“Knife to hunt for food so you don’t starve, water to not die of dehydration, blanket to not freeze to death at night.” He counted with his fingers. “The goal is survival.”

“I wouldn’t survive a day in nature,” you said. “Like, if I’m ever in the nature, I’ll just let it kill me.”

“That’s not…”

“Also,” you added. “What if the animal I need to kill is a cute deer? What am I gonna do, kill Bambi?”

“Again, you have to survive somehow.”

You gasped. “Not at the expense of Bambi!”

“Sorry about Bambi,” he deadpanned and you made a face.

“Like I said,” you muttered. “I’m not hunting, I’m getting the hell out of the island. You have fun playing Survivor there.”

“See you’re saying this now but if we were both on the island, you’d be eating Bambi.”

“Bucky!”

“I’d just lie to you about where it came from.”

Your jaw dropped and you pushed at his arm, making him let out a laugh.

“Bambi is in a farm,” he said, trying to keep a straight face, “where she can run all she wants and be happy—”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll get on my powerboat and leave you behind,” you insisted, pointing a finger at him. “I’m just not built for survival, okay? I can barely survive seasonal change, you think I’ll survive a goddamn island? Nope.”

“I’d keep you alive,” he said nonchalantly, reaching out into the box to get another cookie while you turned your phone in your hand.

“Okay, my turn.” You sat up straighter. “We talked about this the other day with Kels and Caleb.”

“I’m listening.”

“Let’s say you woke up tomorrow,” you said. “And everything is perfect. What’s the first thing you’d want to see?”

He raised his brows, a small smile playing on his lips and you took a sip of your coffee.

“Nothing is off limits,” you said. “And no judging, because Caleb said he’d wake up to a bank account of seven figures and had to deal with Kelsey asking him ‘what about world peace you heartless ass?’ for like days whenever he opened his mouth.”

Bucky let out a chuckle, humming as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to tell you or not. You narrowed your eyes at him, resting your elbows on the kitchen island and leaning in.

“Come on,” you taunted him. “Say it.”

“In a perfect world?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You can be totally selfish. What do you wake up to?”

His blue eyes searched your face, his smile fading as he swallowed thickly, then took a deep breath.

“You,” he said. “Next to me.”

Your gaze snapped up to his, the gears in your mind screeching to a halt, your breath hitching in your throat. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, warmth rushing through your system so fast that it made you lightheaded while you tried your hardest to think through the haze.

Bucky liked you back.

…Oh God, he liked you back.

You could swear your whole body was shaking as you took a trembling breath in a desperate attempt to find your voice but before you could say anything, several voices carried out into the kitchen from the front door; Sam, Cass and AJ, and Sarah.

“Buck?”

“Uncle Bucky!”

“Boys, don’t run!”

Hurried footsteps approached and Bucky had to force himself to tear his gaze from yours, then turned to catch AJ and Cass who flung themselves to him mid-air.

“Whoa, did you guys get bigger since I last saw you?” he asked, making them giggle and you tried to pull yourself together, then waved at them.

“Hi guys.”

“Hi!”

“Oh hey there!” Sarah only hesitated for a moment by the doorframe before she went to kiss Bucky’s cheek, then turned to you. “It’s been so long, how have you been?”

“Good,” you managed to squeak out and then cleared your throat. “Great, and you?”

“I left the door open because there are more people—” Sam paused when he saw you, his eyes going from you to Bucky and to you again. “Uh…more people coming. Hey.”

“Hi Sam, it’s great to see you.”

“Bucky, I already like your—no no no, Alpine, I come in peace!” Caleb’s voice reached the kitchen and Bucky put the boys down, then made his way to the hallway as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if you weren’t about to pass out in the middle of the kitchen in front of Sam and Sarah.

“And I thought we were here early,” Sam commented, earning a not-so-subtle jab to his ribs from Sarah and you licked your lips, then nodded your head.

“Yeah I…we—we were working.” You vaguely motioned at the files on the kitchen island, your hands still shaky, and you cleared your throat again. “Um—excuse me.”

You made your way out of the kitchen to the hallway and grabbed Kelsey’s arm while Bucky was distracted by the rest of the team asking him where to put the things they brought before you pulled her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you.

“What’s going on?” she asked and you covered your mouth, jumping up and down with a squeal.

“Kels…”

“What?”

“He likes me.”

Kelsey pulled her brows together. “What?”

You let out a giggle and dropped your hands, your cheeks almost hurting with how wide you were smiling while you bounced on the balls of your feet, your heart still slamming against your chest.

“Bucky,” you whispered. “He…he likes me.”

“Oh my God!” Kelsey pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled back to look at you better. “He said it?”

“Well he—you know, I asked him that question we were talking about the other day, the perfect world one. And he said he’d wake up next to me.”

“Holy shit!” Kelsey whispered and grabbed at your hand. “See? I told you!”

“I can’t believe it,” you said and let out a teary laugh, then fanned at your face with your other hand. “I’m gonna cry I think—”

“Nope you’re not, because the team will start asking questions,” Kelsey said and you took a deep breath, sniffling. “Then?”

“Then Sarah and Sam showed up, and then you guys.”

Kelsey blinked a couple of times. “You guys didn’t even kiss yet?”

“I couldn’t even tell him I like him back yet!” you whispered. “And I—how am I gonna get him alone without the whole team noticing?”

“Yeah, that’s too dangerous right now,” Kelsey said, then shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll have to wait until we all leave.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s hours away!”

“You two waited this long, you can wait a couple of hours,” she said while you let out a whine.

“But I want to kiss him!”

“You will do all that and more, just get through this barbecue nonsense.”

You threw your head back, stomping on your foot like a spoiled kid and Kelsey let out a laugh.

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “Want me to tell Caleb?”

“When you get home, yes,” you said. “I can’t risk anyone hearing it, and the place is full of people.”

“Yeah, good call.”

“And assuming I won’t explode until everyone leaves…”

Kelsey grinned. “To repeat. You could handle seven years of bad sex, you can handle like seven hours until mindblowing sex.”

Your head shot up.

“Wait wait wait,” you said, your heart doing an excited flip. “Do you think he wants to sleep with me? Like, tonight? Because I’m like so so ready but would he want to?”

“No Birdie, once we all leave you guys will hold hands and recite poetry. The fuck do you think?!”

You started fanning your face again.

“I mean I—obviously I really really really like him but also I—I want to jump on him,” you stammered. “Like, both emotional and physical.”

“Shocking,” Kelsey stated. “The sky is blue. Water is wet. You want to fuck Bucky.”

“I mean if he does want to talk about his feelings I can—”

“I don’t think any man would want to talk about his feelings when you’re in that dress and ready to jump in his bed,” Kelsey motioned at you and you beamed at her.

“Aw thank you! I got it from—”

“You can send me the link later,” she said. “We should go before they realize we’re hiding in the bathroom.”

You nodded your head while she opened the door to check the hallway, then stepped outside with you following her suit.

“Remember,” she said. “You’re not doing anything while we’re here. Too risky.”

You nodded again and fixed your hair, letting out a breath.

“Yeah,” you said as you walked with her to the kitchen. “Yeah, of course. Shouldn’t be that hard.”

Correction.

It was, in fact, that hard.

You couldn’t focus on a goddamn thing.

You were pretty sure that Bucky had told Sam because they were having a discussion in whispers at the corner of the garden while everyone drank and ate, and the only thing that pulled them out of it was Caleb when he wanted to take pictures with the whole team and Wilsons. You had taken a step in Bucky’s direction for the picture but Kelsey had pulled you to the other side of the crowd, muttering something about PR.

And throughout all that, it was as if you were in a haze.

Bucky’s eyes barely left you the whole day, though he hadn’t come closer to you like he wanted to give you your space to think about it. It was laughable to think he was under the impression that you wouldn’t throw yourself at him after months of pining after him, but Bucky could be very oblivious sometimes so you figured it was normal.

And you were still burning under his gaze, no matter how much you tried to act normal.

“So yeah, apparently Bucky winning gave Paul a huge leverage, just like the rest of us,” Tim said while you stole a look at Bucky who was chuckling at something Caleb said and Sarah let out a laugh, then said something while motioning at Bucky, making Caleb’s jaw drop as Bucky shook his head fervently like he was trying to convince him. “He got like a six figure deal for Senator Holloway’s next campaign. Anyways, I can barely talk to you during work nowadays.”

“Yeah, I’m like swamped with work,” you said, barely paying attention to Tim. “It’s fun but also very busy.”

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said, clearing his throat like he was trying to gather up courage while Bucky’s eyes found yours, awakening the butterflies in your stomach, a fire sweeping over your face. “Do you want to grab coffee sometime when you’re—”

“I’ll talk to you later, I just remembered an email I’m supposed to send Gray,” you said without so much as hearing what he was saying before you made your way back into the house so that you could calm down a little. You let out a breath and went into the kitchen to fill yourself a glass of water in hopes of helping the fire burning at the pit of your stomach. You took a huge gulp, then turned your head when you heard Cass saying your name from the doorframe.

“Hey,” you said with a small smile. “What’s up?”

“Um, can you help us with something?”

“Sure thing,” you said, following him to the living room and AJ gave you a shy smile, then pointed at the phonograph.

“Do you know if it works?”

“I think so.”

“Can we play it? I would ask uncle Bucky but he’s talking to mom and the other guests.”

“I don’t think Bucky would mind,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, then stepped closer to the phonograph. “Sure you can. Want me to help?”

“Yes please,” they both said, making you press a hand over your chest.

“You guys are like the sweetest kids in the world,” you said and sat down in front of the phonograph, tucked your legs under you, then pulled a couple of vinyl records from the shelf underneath it. “Do you have a favorite?”

AJ thought for a moment. “We don’t know any old singers.”

“That’s totally fine,” you said gently. “We can pick together then, and it’ll be a surprise to all of us. Exciting, isn’t it?”

They both nodded and sat down, and as if on cue, Alpine jumped from the couch to curl up next to you.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you ran your fingers through her fur. “Alpine wants to listen to music too, I guess.”

Cass reached out to pet her while you put some of the records on the floor.

“Which one?” you asked them and they both turned their attention on the covers of the records with such serious expressions that one would think they were trying to decide on something incredibly important.

“Do you have a favorite?” Cass asked and you pretended to zip your mouth shut.

“I trust your judgment.”

They exchanged glances and Cass whispered something into AJ’s ear, making him frown before he nodded.

“Um,” he said and pointed at one of the records. “This one?”

“Whoa!” you said. “How did you guys know it’s my favorite?!”

Well, no.

Sinatra wasn’t your favorite, not by a long shot but they didn’t need to know that.

Their eyes shone with excitement and AJ grinned.

“Really?”

“Oh I’m like a huge fan of him,” you said. “Okay, let’s play him then. Who wants to do it?”

“We don’t know how to play it.”

“I’ll tell you. It’s very easy.”

Cass grabbed the record, then looked at you. “What if I break it or something?”

You shrugged your shoulders and dropped your voice like you were giving them a secret.

“I have the exact same record at home,” you whispered. “If you break it, I’ll replace it with mine, and Bucky won’t even notice.”

Cass giggled and pulled out the record out of the sleeve and you turned the phonograph on.

“Okay, you have to move the needle. AJ, can you do it?”

AJ nodded and moved the needle.

“And Cass, can you place the record over there?”

Cass did as you asked.

“And now, let’s put the needle here,” you muttered, reaching out to put the needle on the record, and the melody filled the room, making them gasp. The look of excitement on their faces was so sweet that you couldn’t help but laugh, then clasped your hands together.

“There you go!” you said. “Told you it was easy.”

“Um, how does it work?” AJ asked and you pointed at the record spinning on the player.

“So there are grooves on it,” you said. “On the vinyl. The needle follows—”

“Uncle Bucky!” Cass ran to the door and your heart skipped a beat, and you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky leaning to the doorframe, watching you with a soft light in his eyes. You tried to pull yourself together and cleared your throat, then motioned at the phonograph.

“I’m teaching them how to use it.”

“We picked her favorite record!”

“They’re way too smart,” you told Bucky as if giving him a secret and Bucky chuckled.

“Oh yeah, they are.”

“And then?” AJ insisted. “How does it turn into music?”

“So yeah, the needle!” You turned to the phonograph. “Okay, the needle follows those grooves. You see those?”

“Mm hm.”

“So the needle follows those to make the sound, and there are magnets in the phonograph,” you said. “Those magnets turn it into soundwaves, and then—”

“Uncle Bucky, she looks like a princess,” You heard Cass’s very loud whisper and you bit back a smile.

“She really does, buddy.” Bucky whispered back, making your cheeks burn and AJ rolled his eyes.

“Don’t mind him,” he told you in exasperation like this was a daily occurrence and you repressed a laugh.

“And then those soundwaves follow here, and tada! Music.”

“Because of magnets?”

“Magnets and soundwaves, yeah.”

“Whoa,” AJ said and turned to Bucky. “But Uncle Bucky, you do know you can listen to music on your phone now?”

“He’s old,” you told AJ, shooting a grin at Bucky. “Give him time, he doesn’t know half of the artists we listen to nowadays.”

“I’ll show you my favorite, come on!” AJ ran to him to pull him by the hand. “You’ll love it!”

“Buddy, can you give me a minute?” he asked without pulling his gaze off you and you shook your head and stood up, making Alpine let out a noise of discontent.

“No, come on!” AJ insisted. “It’s really good music!”

“That sounds important,” you said, while Cass nodded fervently. “Go.”

He looked like he wanted to argue but ended up letting AJ pull him out of the living room to the garden, Cass running after them. You looked down at Alpine who was blinking up at you, then leaned down to scratch at her head.

“It’s fine,” you muttered while she purred. “Patience is a virtue and all that.”

You could swear time had decided to move extra slow today.

But it had done nothing to soothe the excitement pulsing through your system, if anything it heightened it.

Thankfully, people were leaving. Everyone was in a good mood, and it was Saturday evening, so you could hear the plans they were trying to decide on as they walked from the garden to the kitchen. You pushed up the sleeves of zip up hoodie Bucky had given you earlier today when you got cold and sat down on the stool, trying to act like your heart wasn’t beating in your throat.

“Bucky, are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“Sam, you should join us!”

“I appreciate that Kelsey, but I am too old to go bar hopping with you guys.”

“That’s not even true! We only changed like four clubs the last time.”

“Exactly.”

“Miss Wilson?”

“Thank you Caleb, but what Sam said. And I gotta put the boys to bed.”

“Mom, can we go?”

“Nope.”

“Tim?”

“I’m down.”

“Lisa?”

“Oh for sure. Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Birdie?”

You lifted your eyes from the file in front of you.

“Bucky and I will work until late I think,” you said calmly, motioning at the rest of the files. “I’ll take an Uber. See you at home.”

You could see Bucky’s head snapping up like he wasn’t expecting you to stay, Sam and Sarah exchanging glances before they both smirked and Caleb frowned while Tim looked almost sad that you weren’t joining.

“Seriously?” Caleb asked. “It’s Saturday night.”

“And just because you don’t work doesn’t mean no one else can,” Kelsey said, grabbing him by the arm, and Caleb gasped.

“I have been working all day today, if you haven’t noticed—”

“See you guys!” Kelsey said as she dragged him out of the kitchen, Lisa, Tim, Sarah, Sam and the boys following them. Bucky walked them to the door, the chatter in the hallway continuing in full speed until the door opened, and then closed again.

Then, silence.

As silent as it could be with your heart pounding in your ears.

You slipped from the stool to lean your back against the kitchen island, trying to keep your breathing under control, squeezing the phone in your hand as you heard his footsteps coming closer until he appeared at the doorframe.

God, he was way too handsome.

You tried to swallow the nervousness tightening your throat as he took a step closer, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You didn’t leave.”

“Didn’t want to.”

His blue eyes searched your face as if he was trying to read your mind, making your heartbeat even faster.

“How long?” you managed to ask and he huffed out a curt laugh.

“For…” he trailed off. “Since I first saw you. Since you waltzed into the office with that huge folder and put it on my desk and said ‘Hi, you don’t know me yet but I figured out how to win this thing.”

A giggle bloomed in your mouth.

“But why wouldn’t you tell me?” you whispered, taking a step to him and he shook his head.

“You’ve been thinking about this just for a day, I’ve been thinking about this for a very…”

The rest of his sentence got lost somewhere as shock muffled your ears before realization crashed down on you.

…Oh.

Oh, Bucky actually thought—

He had no idea you stayed because you returned his feelings, he was under the impression that you stayed because you wanted him to explain. He actually thought today was the first time you thought about the possibility of you and him.

The idea was so absurd that you couldn’t help the exhale of disbelief leaving you.

“You think—” you cut him off. “Wait, Bucky…You—you think today is the first time I’ve thought about this?”

He looked like he didn’t know how to answer your question and a laugh climbed up your throat.

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “And I thought I was very obvious.”

He frowned slightly as you licked your lips, your stomach still fluttering.

“Ask me what my answer was.”

“To what?”

“The perfect world question,” you said with whatever courage you could pull from somewhere within you. “I know your answer but you don’t know mine. Ask.”

Bucky swallowed thickly, his voice low; “What was your answer?”

You could swear you were shaking, but by some miracle, when you spoke, your voice didn’t crack.

“The same as yours.”

The look of hope that dawned on his handsome face was so foreign that it took you by surprise. You hadn’t even seen it the night he won the election; he was happy then but this was something else. He took a step to close the distance between you, his flesh hand lifting a little so that he could cup your cheek, making your breath catch in your throat. His gaze slipped to your lips, then back at your eyes as if he was asking for your permission and you looked up at him, breathless with anticipation before you nodded. You could almost hear the crackling in the air, something electric between you coming to life, getting more and more intense—

Until his lips found yours.

This was different.

From all the times Max kissed you, or all the times you kissed guys before Max, none of it had ever been like this.

This was pure, unadulterated desire.

You could feel yourself melting in his arms as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers curling in his shirt just so that you could have an anchor, but a small whine escaping you when he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, his breath caressing your lips. Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled down the zipper of the hoodie you were wearing over your sundress, his movements agonizingly slow like he was opening up a fragile present before he let it fall on the floor, desire making you dizzy. He dragged his fingertips down your arm, and gently pulled your phone out of your hand to put it aside just out of your reach, your head following the movement.

“Wait, I…” You tried to think through the haze. “I need that.”

“No.” Bucky’s voice was soft as he shook his head. “You don’t.”

You blinked up at him.

“What if—” you stammered, “what if while we’re not looking the world catches fire?”

A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in again. “Good. Let it burn.”

You were beginning to think no matter how close he was, it would never be enough with the way your body ached for him. He took your breath away when he kissed you again, his heart drumming under your hand, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to press your body closer to his, only pulling back to trail his thumb over your burning cheekbone.

“God…” he whispered in awe. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

The room was spinning.

You were on fire.

It had to be because of the fire that you didn’t even realize the words coming out of your mouth until you actually heard them:

“I love you.”

And everything went still.

Including him.

It was as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice water over you, your whole body stiffening the moment you realized what you had actually said. Your eyes snapped open, your breath catching in your throat as tears of frustration rushed to your eyes, and Bucky pulled back to see you better, a look of surprise etched on his handsome face.

Of course you had to ruin it.

“Sorry, I—sorry, I’m just—I’m gonna—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you rushed past him to get to the hallway, leaving him in the kitchen completely frozen.

You were an idiot.

You just had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.

You couldn’t even blame Bucky or anyone else. Hazel had a point, you were the starry-eyed idiot with a schoolgirl crush who couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut just because he had kissed you.

You all but ran down the hallway to get to the front door but the minute you pulled it to yourself, you felt his presence behind you before he slammed the door close with enough force to shake it in its hinges, making you gasp in surprise.

This must’ve been how he was on missions.

No one heard him coming until it was too late.

If this were someone else—anyone else, you would’ve been petrified but even now, through the frustration and shock, your mind somehow knew that Bucky would rather cut off his own hand than hurt you. No part of him touched you, and for a moment he just stood there behind you, the warmth of his body nearly intoxicating until he broke the silence, his voice a low murmur.

“Did you mean it?”

“What does it matter?” You managed to rasp out. “I ruined it.”

“Birdie…”

“Listen, you’ll say it’s too much, I—I know, it’s fine.” You stumbled over your words. “You’ll have my resignation letter tonight, and Kelsey will pick up my things from the office. We don’t have to talk about any of this, just…” You wiped your eye with the back of your hand. “I ruined it, it’s fine, I’m just gonna go, okay?”

“You didn’t—” Bucky let out an impatient breath. “Sweetheart, can you just look at me please?”

You were pretty sure that if you saw the look of disappointment in his eyes, you were going to collapse on the floor and start sobbing but you sniffled, then turned around to look up at him.

That didn’t look like disappointment.

He lifted his hand to wipe at the tear under your eye with a soft smile.

“I’m not gonna say it’s too much.”

For some reason that remained a mystery to you, you jumped at the opportunity to convince him; “No you should say it’s too much because it is too much, because like I’d totally understand—”

You were cut off when he brushed his lips against yours, but this time it was way too gentle like he feared you would break if he so much as held you wrong. He pulled back to let you breathe since your nose was clogged because of the tears that kept coming, and your eyes fluttered open, confusion settling over your mind like a fog, engulfing all your thoughts in it.

What was happening?

Bucky’s eyes darted over your face, and he took a deep breath like he was nervous.

“I’m not good at this,” he muttered. “But I need you to listen to me, okay?”

You pulled your brows together and sniffled, then nodded.

“I…” he trailed off. “For the last what, 80 years now? Everything with HYDRA, and those missions and cryo, over and over again, it was all ice. That was the only permanent thing. Bone-chilling cold. And when I first came back, when I got my mind back, I kept wondering why I still felt so cold, like a part of me never really left there.”

You blinked back the tears, wiping at your nose.

“And eventually, I figured it would be like that for the rest of my life. No matter what I did, what I tried, it was yet another thing that I would never get back, something that HYDRA carved into me. I got all of it out of my mind but I couldn’t get that…that chill out of my chest.” He paused for a moment and breathed out a curt laugh like he was lost in the memory, his brows furrowing.

“Until you came along,” he said, his voice a mere whisper. “And brought the warmth with you.”

You didn’t even notice the tears were back until Bucky wiped under your eye with a knuckle, trailing your cheekbone.

“I’m not gonna say it’s too much,” he told you. “I can’t. I love you too.”

…Oh.

Bucky—

Bucky loved you.

He actually loved you.

You stared up at him in complete silence as Bucky reached behind you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening before he stepped back, a shadow playing in his eyes like he was preparing for the pain, like he expected you to somehow reach into his chest to rip out his heart and walk out, leaving him with ice in his chest again.

“I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to,” he said. “Including keeping you here. I just needed you to know, that’s it.”

This had to be the third time he gave you a way out today, and each time it felt more and more insane to even think you would walk away.

A small sob climbed your throat, disbelief making you let out a teary laugh before you grabbed the door handle, pushed the door close, then flung yourself into his arms to pull him into a kiss. Your head was spinning, you were breathless, your heart felt like it was trying to climb out of your ribcage but none of that was enough to make you stop kissing him. He leaned down to snake his vibranium arm behind your thighs to lift you up like you weighed nothing, making you let out a squeal that soon turned into a giggle as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the room at the other end of the hallway which turned out to be his bedroom, not pulling back from your kiss as if it would somehow break the spell until he carefully laid you down on the bed, settling between your legs. You tugged at his shirt with shaky hands and he pulled it off his head to throw it somewhere in the room, and you had only a couple of seconds to drink in the sight of his muscular torso before his lips found yours again. You trailed your fingertips down his chest to his abs and tried to unbuckle his belt but he pulled back, making you chase his lips with an impatient whine.

“Birdie—hey,” he whispered, his warm hand cupping your cheek as your eyes fluttered open, your heart beating in your ears. “Slow, okay darling?”

You tried to catch your breath, confusion pinching your brows together. No one had ever asked you to be slower about anything in your entire life; on the contrary, you were either pushed or convinced to be faster, to rush, to get it over with, whatever it was.

In or outside the bed.

“I, um…” You tried to find your voice through the fog of desire, looking up at him as he stroked your burning cheek while you played with his dog tags. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do things slow. I think.”

You could see that fond light glimmering in his blue eyes even in the dimly lit room.

“That’s okay,” he murmured, his vibranium fingertips running up and down your leg, waking goosebumps on your skin. “I’ll teach you how.”

This was new.

And way too unfamiliar.

And for once, your brain couldn’t think, not when he was looking at you like that, touching you like that.

“And you don’t—” You paused, but somehow Bucky didn’t seem annoyed by you trying to wrap your mind around the idea. Instead he waited patiently like he had all the time in the world, like there was nothing more important than what you were about to say. “You sure you don’t want to be fast to…”

For fuck’s sake, it was so hard to produce a single thought when he was half naked on top of you.

“To do what, beautiful?” he asked softly, nudging your nose with his, coaxing a giggle out of you while you trailed your fingertips over his muscular back.

“To do something else?” you said, what Max would always say when you were in bed flashing through your mind. “To—to work?”

He looked almost at a loss for words at the mere suggestion but he seemed to pull himself together much faster than you, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Birdie,” he murmured and dipped his head to kiss your neck, his hand pushing the hem of your dress up your legs, making your eyes flutter close. “I cannot even begin to tell you how much we won’t work tonight.”

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formulafanfics13 · 1 day ago

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She's the Only One Who Gets Him - MV1

Masterlist

Everyone always assumed Max Verstappen didn't give a fuck. About manners. About people. About press. About anything outside of lap times and championship points.

He snapped at engineers. He rolled his eyes during meetings. He barely looked up from his phone in hospitality unless someone said something directly to him — and even then, you had to be lucky. He hated unnecessary conversations, small talk, PR events, waiting around, and especially being told what to do.

So it was deeply confusing to every single person in the paddock when he showed up to the garage on Saturday morning holding your hand.

Because you looked like shit. Pale. Wrapped in a hoodie three sizes too big. Sniffling. Hood up. Eyes puffy from barely sleeping. The kind of mess you normally wouldn't dare show in a paddock full of cameras and chaos.

But Max didn't care. In fact, Max didn't let go of you for even a second. He brought you into the Red Bull motorhome with a grip on your waist and his free hand full of tissues and a water bottle. He kissed your forehead in front of two mechanics and did not flinch when they double-taked.

"Are you okay?" one of them asked cautiously, like maybe Max had been body-snatched.

"She's sick," Max said. "No one touches her. No one bothers her. No media. I'll kill you."

"...Right. Got it."

You laughed weakly into his chest. Max looked down at you and his entire face softened. Like night and day. His thumb came up to wipe under your nose without a second thought. It was unsettling. Everyone was staring. He didn't care.

When Christian walked past and did a double take at the sight of you curled up on the couch in Max's driver's room, blanket over your legs, Max crouched in front of you helping open a packet of paracetamol, he blinked like he'd walked into the wrong fucking dimension. "Max?" he said slowly. "Everything alright?"

"She has a fever," Max said, not even turning around. "Don't let the cameras in here."

Christian blinked. "Right. Sure."

Max popped the pills into your hand and held the water for you like he didn't trust you to lift it yourself. You drank. He brushed your hair back. Kissed the top of your head. Sat next to you and pulled your legs over his lap, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and muttering something in Dutch under his breath. "You don't have to baby me," you mumbled.

"Ja, I do," he said without hesitation. "You're my baby."

You groaned into his hoodie. "Shut up," you muttered.

"You shut up," he said, pulling the blanket higher around your shoulders.

It got worse from there. At least, for the people watching.

During FP3, when you insisted you could sit in the garage chair for a little while, Max walked you there himself. Carried your tea. Moved the headset off the hook and adjusted it onto your ears with both hands like you were a goddamn glass sculpture.

When the cameras pointed at him, he shielded your face with his shoulder. When Lando walked over to ask if you were alright, Max stepped in front of you. "She's fine," he said, calm but firm. "Don't make her talk."

Lando's eyebrows practically flew off his face. "Okay, Jesus."

"She needs rest," Max added. "Not your voice."

Lando gave you a little wave and disappeared. Max sat beside you, arms crossed, murder in his eyes for anyone who came near.

Pierre passed by ten minutes later and nearly tripped over himself doing a double take. "Bro," he muttered to no one. "Who is that? And what did she do to him?"

Someone in the media pen whispered, "I thought he didn't have a girlfriend?"

Max wiped your nose again mid-whisper. He didn't even blink when a team photographer caught it on camera. By midday, it was full paddock knowledge:

"Max Verstappen is in love." "And apparently he turns into a functioning human being when she's around." "No but like... he smiled. He kissed her nose." "She was wearing his socks. They were falling off her feet and he fixed them for her." "This is not the Max I know. Who is she??"

You were still curled up in the motorhome when Lewis popped his head into the door. "Max?" he said, blinking. "You in here?"

Max looked up from where he was running a hand down your calf, legs tangled on the little leather couch.

Lewis saw you and paused. "...Oh," he said. "Sorry. I didn't know you were-"

"She's sick," Max said. "You can come in if you're quiet."

You peeked out from the blanket. "Hi, Lewis."

"Hi, love," Lewis said, stunned. "You okay?"

"She has a fever," Max repeated. "But she's getting better."

Lewis blinked again. Then slowly smiled. "You're taking good care of her."

Max shrugged like it was obvious. "She takes care of me."

Lewis's entire brain short-circuited. After that, the grid was never the same.

Because once you've seen Max Verstappen spoon-feeding his feverish girlfriend soup in the Red Bull motorhome, patting her knee and whispering, "Almost done, baby, then you can sleep," into her hair, the image does not leave you. And once you've seen him fall asleep with his arms around her, forehead pressed to hers, heat pack resting on her stomach, you can't pretend he's just an unfeeling bastard anymore.

He still yelled on the radio. He still snapped at journalists. He still hated being told to smile.

But when you were around? He opened her doors. Carried her bags. Tied her shoes. Kissed her forehead like it was instinct. And god help you if you ever made her cry.

Because Max Verstappen might not be soft to anyone else. But for you? He always was. And everyone in the paddock knew it now.

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binmeister · 7 hours ago

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First time

Jinu, Abs, Baby x Reader (Separate)

Not everyone’s a sex god, the first time is usually hit or miss so what are they like the first time you’re intimate?

twiddling my thumbs... hey whats up. //ace author who's never written smut before

CW: not proofread, suggestive content - mentions of sex and contains details of sexual acts, NSFW (R18+), clumsy and imperfect first times, reader receiving, unprotected sex (pls actually wrap it up irl) - relatively gender neutral

Jinu

It’s clumsy, a little awkward but in a way where you’re both a little breathless and giggly as you get progressively more handsy with one another - he’d climbed on top of you as he stripped his shirt off and you’d rid yourself of your own top

Jinu hasn’t had intimacy in centuries and it shows in his sensitivity, the gasps he lets out when you run your hands down his chest and lower - the little “ah..” he lets out when you press a kiss against a sensitive spot on his neck

Admittedly he busts prematurely, his pants were still on and he was overwhelmed - you both paused for a second and he’s burying his face into your chest to hide his embarrassment as you coo at him that it’s okay, it’s not a big deal

You traced nonsensical patterns on the skin of his back as he tried to catch his breath, a little ragged as he tried to calm himself down from what happened then you’re both slowly ramping back up once he gets himself together

Kisses steadily going from small pecks to heavier, needier, he’s panting a little into your mouth and then your legs hook around his waist and bring his lower body flush against yours and he grimaces at the sensation of his load from earlier sticky and moist against his upper thighs

Your hands shifted up his back and towards his hair, running through it and giving a gentle tug as he struggles to shimmy out of his pants and boxers with the way you were clinging onto him - a steady urgency building in the way he returned your kisses

When it finally came to sliding into you, he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as he processed the sensation of you insides holding onto him so snugly - forehead pressed against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath and you busied yourself with pressing kisses to the top of his head; a pleased sigh escaping your lips as you played with the tips of his hair

He’d breathe out ‘I love you’s when he was finally able to move, hips stuttering a little and struggling to find a good pace and then you beg him - ‘faster..please..please..!’

And he’s not thinking straight anymore, letting his body do what felt right and he’s barely keeping it together when he ends up cumming again - hips jerking a little rougher and you’re moaning so prettily in his ear that any semblance of a thought in his head was about you

When it’s over he’s resting on your chest, your hands playing in his hair as you talk softly to eachother and then when he manages to gather enough stamina again he gets off of you and goes to get a warm wet towel to help clean you up

Abs / Abby

He’s no virgin - far from it, but all the one-off instances of sex meant nothing in the moment as he’s got you underneath him and you’re flushed

Normally he’s rough and takes what he wants but with you..? Sweet you? He’s softer, gentler than he’s ever been and his touch is ticklish - like he’s scared he’ll hurt you

You’re a little nervous when he’s fully naked with you and you’re staring at what he’s packing - he’s big, and the two of you pause as you wonder if he’ll even fit..?

You tried though and it stung when he attempted to press the tip in, you’d stopped him with a soft ‘ow!’ and some pressure to his shoulders and he pulled out instantly, pressing kisses all over your face as he apologised for hurting you - checking if you’re okay

His expression looked pained and he felt horrible that the first time you were going to have together hurt, but you’d whispered sweet words to him and reassured him that it’ll be okay.. you guys just needed to prep a little more before you could get there

So that’s what you two did - more lube, his fingers working you gently to steadily stretch you out and he had the honour of having your soft breaths and moans ghost his ear as he rested his head beside yours on the pillow you lay on he shifted and pressed his lips against your shoulder and let his teeth gently nibble at the skin as his hips instinctively started rutting against the bed in time with his fingers

You’d whined into his ear “Abby..need you..” and he slowly retracted his fingers from you, lining himself up and steadily starting to work his way in - tip first, then out, tip back in and a little deeper, pulling back out steadily, then going in a little deeper the next time bit by bit as he attempted to pace the stretch and soon enough after a steady rhythm of slow thrusts to get himself buried inside of you he’d done it

His chest was heaving at the tight grip you had around him and he felt like he ascended and went to heaven for once, he’d managed not to blow his load then and there but waited for you as your breaths were unsteady - chest tight as you tried to wait out the stinging sensation and your face was scrunched up in pain

He pressed his lips against your face repeatedly, soft kisses and spoke softly about ‘how good you’re doing’ that ‘you feel amazing’ and that he’s ‘gonna wait til you’re ready’ - a few minutes pass like this where he’s kissing you to distract you from the sting and eventually it does go away

You open your eyes barely and experimentally shift your hips to see if the sensation would feel different and he groans deep from his chest, and you ask him in a hushed voice if he can move

He does so, starting up a slow and deliberate rhythm until you ask him to move a little faster.. his ears latching onto every sound and plea you make as you share your first time together and he looks down at you as he tries to memorise every expression you make, the way you bite your lip when he manages a particularly deep thrust, every little detail that his foggy brain can manage to capture as he attempts to chase his high with you

When it ends you’re on cloud 9 and he’s talking softly to try and bring you back down to him, being careful not to overstimulate you until you’re able to think and speak coherently then he helps you to the bathroom and cleans you up

Baby

I don’t think he’s a virgin either but I don’t really see him having much interest in sex usually, like the act itself is too much of a hassle most of the time but then he gets attached to you and suddenly there’s something that clicks and he’s a lot more invested in physical touch - likes the sounds you make, the little quiver of your bottom lip when he leaves a hickie on your neck

You’d climbed on top of him, a make out session that had escalated steadily and he let out a low groan as you’d shifted and accidentally brushed your crotch against his when you moved your legs to rest either side of him

His hands were on your hips and he fingers pressed into the plush of your hips as he rocked you gently against him, capturing each gasp you let out with his mouth as one of his hands steadily trailed up under your shirt - lifting the fabric off of you in the process

He’d tug at your clothes, urging you to take them off with a husky voice as he nuzzled his face into your neck and just inhaled - liked the way you smelt and then can’t resist the urge to bite a hickie into you - bigger than usual and in a space on your neck that’d be a pain to cover up and something about you struggling to hide it the next day makes his head dizzy in a good way

By the time both of you are nude his head is fuzzy, not really thinking straight as he shifts to manoeuvre your bodies so he was on top - pressing you deeper in the mattress as he humps your thigh briefly before peeling himself off you for a second to take in how you looked

Your eyes are glazed over and your chest is huffing air into your lungs, your lips swollen a little from the times he’d let his teeth nip at them during your earlier make out session

He can’t help it when he dives back in and melds his lips against yours again, hands trailing down your body to rub circles into your hips as he he starts to trail his lips down your neck and to your chest

Out of all the guys, aside from Abby, he lasts the longest and might be one of the more vocal ones - liking the way you shiver if he groans in your ear or if he really feels like it.. he lets a moan slip out and he loves the way you tighten up around him when you hear him

He’s not very gentle but he likes to take it slow, each thrust reaching deep and he likes when you ask him to go faster because he just hums and says ‘but it feels so good like this right..?’ and you can’t help but agree - not outwardly but the moan you let out speaks for itself

He doesn’t cum but he manages to get you there, you feel bad that he didn’t finish and he shushes you as he pulls out - a tingle going up his neck when he hears you whine at the loss and then your legs wrap around his hips to pull him back against you which leads him smirk at you as he pokes fun at you before steadily sliding himself back in

A pleased sigh from you at the act and you end up in this position for a while, him inside of you while you mindlessly talk about how it felt

His ego grows when you comment that it feels amazing and his hips move without meaning to and you gasp and smack at his shoulder, he just tucks his face into your neck and rests his body weight on you and you’re stuck there til you either fall asleep like this or you finally let him get up so he can help you shower

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inseobts · 3 days ago

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Her

sanji x fem!reader ➜ law x fem!reader

SONG | 'her' by mino || spotify || youtube || apple music

A/N | I hope the povs are well written lmao I had no idea how to do them

TAGS | past relantionship, angst (sanji), soft (law), bittersweet reunion, emotional tension, hurt/comfort

WORDS COUNT | 2.3k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

Your POV

You feel it before you see it.

The breeze from the sea, warmer than usual. Laughter. A voice you know too well. A scent of salt and fire and spice.

Sanji.

You stop walking. The blue scarf around your neck shifts in the wind.

“Captain...” you say quietly, looking over your shoulder. Law’s standing nearby, arms crossed.

“Hm?”

“I changed my mind. I’ll wait here.”

He lifts a brow “Scared?”

You let out a short breath “No. Just… tired.”

Law doesn’t push. He nods and walks ahead.

You should’ve stayed on the Polar Tang.

But it’s too late. Chopper’s already seen you.

“Y/N!!!”

You flinch as the little reindeer throws himself into your arms “Chopper…”

Now the others notice. Nami’s eyes go wide. Usopp blinks, confused. Robin smiles kindly. Zoro frowns. Franky shouts something. Brook makes a joke.

And then... You see him.

Sanji.

He walks up slowly, stops a few feet from you. His eyes scan your face, then drop to the scarf. The blue one Law gave you.

“Hey.” he says, voice low.

“Hi...” you reply.

It’s been two years since you left the crew.

Since you left him.

He doesn’t ask how you are. He doesn’t need to. His eyes say everything.

You look away “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“You… look good.” he says as he eyes stops on your scarf.

You touch it without thinking “It’s warm.”

He laughs, but there’s no joy in it “Yeah. Must be.”

Sanji’s POV

You’re right in front of Sanji.

Your hair’s a little longer. You look calmer. But not happier. That's what he thinks seeing you.

But… you look good. He has to admit this.

It suits you, as always.

Your hair and the way it flows.

A part of my heart aches.

You are completely out of reach.

The scarf.

You’re even matching… Sanji wonders how much you had to insist to convince him to wear it.

Sanji would have proposed it to you instead.

It suits you, that blue scarf.

But the fact that there’s another one next to it.

Bothers me, blue, side by side.

The way you two are walking, it doesn’t really fit.

It’s all wrong.

Luffy invites you to eat. Of course he does.

You agrees. Of course you do.

Why wouldn’t you? It’s just food. It’s just a table. It’s just everyone pretending we’re not broken.

Sanji brings out the food and sets down a plate in front of you.

You whispers, “Thank you.”

Sanji wants to say, don’t thank me—stay. But he just nods.

Everyone talks like nothing happened. Everyone but Sanji.

Law stays close to your side. Sanji can see how he looks at you. Calm, steady. Like he belongs there. Like he’s your home now.

In the stories, you two spitefully whisper to each other.

I wonder if I have a place in it.

After dinner, you get up and walk to the edge of the deck. The wind pulls your scarf again.

Sanji follows you.

You turn before he can speak.

“Don’t,” you say “Don’t make this harder.”

He swallows “Do you love him?”

You hesitate. That pause? It kills him.

“I’m trying to...” you say.

Tomorrow, look good with me…

Please look good with me.

One day, let’s look good together.

Please look good with me.

He wants to take your hand. He wants to say come back. He wants to say he doesn’t look right with you. But you’re already turning away.

He lights a cigarette. The lighter shakes.

“Stay for dessert.” he says instead.

You stop. Look over your shoulder.

“…Okay,” you say “Then I go.”

He pretends he's not watching.

You’re sitting with Law now. Knees turned slightly toward him, but not close enough to touch. You laugh softly, nervously. Your hand brushes the scarf again like you’re checking it’s still there. That it still means something.

“Law,” you say with that sweet tone you used to save for him, “if you keep frowning like that, people will think you’re always mad.”

He doesn’t even look up, just shrugs “They’re not wrong.”

You giggle “It’s cute, though.”

Sanji's jaw clenches.

That’s what you say. Cute. But he doesn’t say anything back. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t react.

Of course he doesn’t. He’s stone. Cold and sharp, like the scalpel he lives by.

It doesn’t fit you, the hard liquor.

The mean words and the soulless expression.

He doesn’t deserve that laugh. That warmth.

He doesn’t even try. He just sits there like a wall.

All Sanji can think is "If it were me… I’d be making you cry from laughing too hard, not wondering if I’m listening. I’d hold your hand like it’s made of gold. I’d kiss you like you were never meant to be anyone else’s."

He carries over the dessert tray. Not because he has to. Because it’s you.

The plate he slides in front of you has your favorite. He remembered. Of course he did.

You light up “You still make this?”

“Only when I miss you.” he says without even thinking.

Your lips part slightly. You don’t answer. Law says nothing either, even tho his hands tighten around his cup.

Sanji kneels next to the table “One bite. Just try it, yeah?”

You give in. Picks up the fork and takes a bite.

And when you close your eyes and smiles? He dies and come back to life in the same second.

“This is still the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” you say quietly.

“I could make it every day for you.” he says.

Your smile fades just a little. You look at him with those eyes… the ones that used to hold oceans for him.

“Sanji…” you whisper.

He shakes his head as he says “Don’t say anything. Just… remember that.”

But all what he really wanted to say was "If you gave me even a corner of your world again, I’d fill it with joy. I’d never leave you wondering. I’d remind you every day you’re enough."

"You think Law is safety, but I would be warmth. Then, I’ll take away half of your sadness. If you make me a place by your side."

You take another bite, not looking at him.

Law finally speaks “We’re leaving in the morning.”

Sanji suddenly stands. His chest burns.

He sees you avoid his eyes.

So he walks away before you can see the cracks.

Your POV

You feel it before it happens.

The shift in the air. The way Sanji stands. The weight in his shoulders. The quiet goodbye he doesn’t say.

He walks away like he’s used to people not choosing him.

And for a second, you just… sit there.

Frozen.

The fork in your hand feels heavy now.

The cake doesn’t taste like anything anymore.

You look up. And Law is already watching you.

His face is unreadable, but not cold. Never cold, not with you. He doesn’t ask where your heart is right now. He knows it isn’t something that can be answered with a sentence.

You hesitate “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, soft but steady.

You lower your eyes “For… being a mess.”

Law leans back slightly, arms crossed “You’re not a mess. You’re human.”

You look at him again.

There’s no jealousy. No anger.

Just quiet understanding in his dark eyes. Like he already knew this might happen. Like he still trusts you anyway.

“I need to talk to him.” you say.

“I figured,” he answers simply “Go.”

You blink, surprised “You’re not mad?”

Law scoffs lightly “You think I’d want someone who keeps her feelings locked up just to protect mine?”

“No…” you whisper.

He nods once “I don’t know what you’ll say to him. But whatever it is, I believe you’ll do it with honesty.”

You swallow the knot in your throat. Stand.

You look back one last time. Law’s already looking toward the sea now, letting you go without chains.

You walk fast.

Down the steps of the Sunny, past the crates and ropes and barrels of a ship your heart still remember like it’s home. Your feet echo on the wooden deck, heart racing, scarf trailing behind you.

You spot him, lighting a cigarette, hand trembling slightly as he cups the flame.

“Sanji!”

He turns, startled.

You slow down as you reach him. You don’t speak right away. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say yet. But you had to come. That much you know.

His eyes search your face like he’s afraid he’s dreaming.

“…You didn’t have to follow me.” he says, voice rough.

“I know,” you say “But I wanted to.”

You stand there for a moment, unsure. The corridor is quiet now. Only the sound of waves and your heart beating too fast.

Sanji looks surprised you’re still here.

He slowly lowers the cigarette between his lips. Then pauses.

Then… he puts it out.

Without a word, he presses it against the railing and tosses it into the small bucket near his feet.

You notice. Of course you do.

“I still hate that smell.” you say softly.

He chuckles under his breath “I know.”

You sit down beside him. Close, but not touching. You hug your knees to your chest and stare at the stars.

For a few minutes, it’s just the two of you and the silence.

Then his voice breaks it, raw, quiet, cracking.

“I still think about you. Every damn day.”

You turn to look at him, but he’s staring at the horizon.

“I pretended I didn’t care. I smiled, flirted, laughed with the crew. But nothing ever felt right after you left. Not food. Not mornings. Not women.” He swallows hard “I hated that now you chose someone else. That you’re here… next to him.”

He finally looks at you.

“Blue scarf, cold stare. He doesn’t fit you.”

You sigh. Not annoyed, just tired. Of running. Of hurting him.

“I feel really good with him,” you say “I like being with him.”

Sanji blinks, face twisting for just a second “But do you love being with him?”

His voice is sharp but shaky.

“You used to say you loved being with me. You remember that?”

You look away.

“I remember,” you whisper “I truly loved being with you. I’m not denying that.”

You meet his eyes “I loved you, Sanji.”

That stops everything.

His lips part “…Loved.”

His voice is nothing but breath. Like the word alone is a blade.

You nod slowly “Even if I don’t use the word love when I talk about Law doesn’t mean I feel bad with him. Or that I’m using him to get over you.”

You tuck your face into your knees, trying to hold it together.

“It’s been years since we broke up,” you say into your arms “And I just got with Law. I’m not trying to rush it. I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. I’m trying to give him time for these things…”

You lift your head, just a little.

“…But Sanji… I do love him. A lot, actually.”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

Just looks at you like the wind got knocked out of him.

Your heart hurts seeing his face like that. You didn’t want this to be cruel. You just wanted to be honest.

His shoulders drop.

And then he smiles.

Not the flirty one. Not the fake one. The sad one.

“I get it,” he says quietly “I really do.”

You stare at him “Sanji…”

He shakes his head gently “I just want you to be happy. I was stupid enough to hope it might be with me again.”

He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear, soft like always.

“Guess I was right about one thing.” he says.

You blink “What?”

“That blue looks good next to you,” he grins a little, “but if it makes you feel safe, then… maybe that’s what matters more.”

Law’s POV

You’ve been gone for a while.

The wind shifts. The sea makes its usual music… constant, indifferent.

Law waits on the edge of the ship, arms crossed, leaning against a post. The scarf you left flutters gently at his neck. It still holds your warmth. Your scent. Not fully his yet, but familiar enough to ache.

He doesn’t need to hear your words to know how it ended.

Sanji’s not crying. But he looks like he might. His hands shake just slightly when he pulls out another cigarette. He lights it this time.

And you walk back.

Slowly.

Like you’re walking away from something that once felt like home.

You don’t say anything when you reach Law. Just leans against the rail beside him, silent, eyes on the ocean.

He doesn’t even have the heart to ask.

You finally speak.

“You were right,” you say “I just had to be honest.”

He glances sideways “And?”

Your voice is soft “I told him I loved him once. I don’t anymore.”

Seems like you have more to say, so he just waits.

“I told him I love you now.”

His chest tightens, not with surprise, but with something heavier. Something real.

You don’t look at him when you say it. You’re trembling a little. Arms crossed over yourself.

So he takes off the scarf and gently wraps it around your shoulders instead.

“You’re cold.” he says.

You look at him finally, eyes wide.

He shrugs “You always think so much, you forget to notice when you’re freezing.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. Your eyes are glassy.

He hates seeing you cry. But he knows it’s okay if you do it now. This time, it’s not because you’re lost. It’s because you’ve found something worth holding onto.

He doesn’t say I love you back. Not yet.

But he knows he doesn’t need to. He knows that’s not what you want to hear right now.

He just stay. He will always stay. He will always be there.

And so do you, Y/N.

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jaesblogstuff · 2 days ago

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Above all that

Chain of command my ass. vacay draft. (i’ll be back wednesday)

You weren’t supposed to have favorites. Not in your position, not with your rank. Not when your name came at the top of the roster and his came just far enough below to make everything complicated. But then there was Simon Riley. And he didn’t make anything easy.

You were all bite and calm steel in the field, voice sharp in comms, respect demanded without ever needing to raise your tone. Simon followed orders like muscle memory, always with a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes when you spoke. Not insubordination. Not exactly. You never corrected him when he lingered too long. Never questioned the way his eyes swept over your hands when you were giving briefings. Never brought up the first time he kissed you—silent, fast, angry—like it meant nothing and everything all at once.

He always pulled back first. Always reminded you, somehow, that you were above him.

Until tonight.

The door slams shut behind you—his quarters, dark, warm with the faint scent of gun oil and something faintly cedar—and you’re already undoing the top clasp of your vest. His mask is off for once, tossed onto the desk. He looks at you like he’s seconds away from snapping. You can feel it under your skin—coiled tension, barely bridled restraint.

“You said no one’d be up here,” you murmur, voice low.

“They’re not.”

You nod. Start to remove your boots. But his eyes are on you—tracking.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, Riley, I’m gonna think you’ve forgotten who gives the orders.”

That makes his jaw clench. You see the shift in his stance—the struggle not to say what he’s thinking. But then he steps forward, slow, deliberate, like a man approaching a live wire.

“I know who gives the orders,” he mutters, voice rough, low in his throat.

“You sure?” you challenge, lifting your chin. “Because the way you touched me last time didn’t feel like you were trying to be respectful.”

A pause. His eyes drop to your lips. Then lower. You can feel it: the shift, the tipping point. The part where he usually bites it back. But tonight—tonight—he doesn’t.

“I respect you,” he says quietly, standing close enough now that his breath brushes your cheek. “You know that, yeah?”

You nod, eyes narrowed, pulse flickering under your skin. “Yeah.”

“Because what I’m about to do to you…” he leans in, lips grazing your ear, voice wrecked, “…doesn’t look a damn thing like respect.”

Your knees almost buckle.

You’re pinned beneath him on the bed not ten seconds later. Fully clothed still, and he’s grinding down into your hip like it’s killing him to keep from tearing you open right here. His mouth is on your throat—biting, not kissing—and his hands are greedy, desperate, fingers bruising through your shirt like he’s never going to get another chance.

You try to push him off just to assert something, to remind him who’s in charge, but he catches both your wrists and laughs, low, dangerous.

“Oh, no. Not tonight.”

“Simon—”

“I’ve waited too long to stop bein’ careful,” he grits out, rutting harder now. “Too long pretending I don’t want to wreck you every time you walk into a room.”

He flips you over before you can catch your breath, hands firm on your waist, dragging you back against him. You can feel how hard he is through the layers, how far gone.

“You think I don’t know how good you are?” he growls, his mouth at your shoulder, voice so low it makes you dizzy. “Every time you make a call, everyone listens. Me included. Always have.”

His teeth scrape your neck. “But when I’ve got you like this? Dripping. Shaking. Taking what I give you like you need it?”

His fingers slide down—past your waistband, down to where you’re already soaked.

“Tell me who’s giving orders now.”

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peanutpinet · 2 days ago

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Hello again,

I have come up with another idea. Can we do a Sylus x reader where the reader gets injured protecting him when a meeting in his office goes wrong. And like she gets shot. She lives, but could we see how sylus would react and what he would do to the ppl in the meeting👀

Thanks

Pain - Sylus x MC Reader

Another request: I have come up with another idea. Can we do a Sylus x reader where the reader gets injured protecting him when a meeting in his office goes wrong. And like she gets shot. She lives, but could we see how sylus would react and what he would do to the ppl in the meeting👀

A/N: Hi so um it's been 2 months since I last posted. Apologies for that but life has been a bit much and since I didn't get Sylus' birthday card, I was a bit sad and didn't feel like writing but I've been trying.

Also, I had another request to have MC gets ambushed in their home and Sylus comes to rescue her so I thought that I’d combine these two requests together. Apologies but this might be a short one :')

I hope that everyone has been well and hopefully you enjoy reading this fic <3

Warnings: ambushed, injured reader (aka you), a little angsty (well sad), Sylus loving you because you're the only person he cares about (also the twins and mephie).

Dislcaimer: This work is completely fiction. I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

It all happened too quick. One minute you were just sitting around, waiting for Sylus to be done with his meeting and the next thing you knew, the lights were off, there was gun fire all around, and smoke was covering the penthouse.

Had you not been a hunter, you would’ve panicked in an instant which would cause you to cough your lungs out. You quickly covered your nose and mouth, preparing your gun that you always bring around ever since you were a hunter and calmed yourself for what’s to come.

You were skilled, yes, but even you had your limits. It was just too much. Adding an explosion of some kind of gas that not only limited your eyesight but also your breathing. But you couldn’t give up now, you had to keep going. Just long enough until you find Sylus or the twins.

You tried your best to get around his penthouse and find him, but you were ambushed, the assailant nearly taking you down, had your instincts not kicked in quicker. You heard them talk, along the lines of “We need her alive. She’s the only thing that could tame that monster.”

“No” you thought to yourself. Getting hurt was one thing, but being used to hurt Sylus, you won’t allow it. Luckily enough, you managed to break free from the assailant and fought back. In the middle of the fight, you were not only outnumbered but also taken by surprise.

Mid-fight, several gunshots were fired, but ultimately, the fight broke off as the entire scene was covered in black and red mist that swirled around the assailant’s body, wrapping around them like a snake as they were being lifted.

On the contrary, your body, knowing who had arrived, felt that it didn’t need to keep up with everything and slowly, your body was shutting down to rest after holding up for so long. While you could hear the assailants being muffled as the black and red swirls tighten their grip on them, the swirls instead held your body with tenderness that followed with a warm arm that replaced the swirls.

“Sweetie…” you didn’t need to open your eyes fully to know who it was that held you. The man who was feared by many, the man who people saw only do destruction, held you as if you were the most priceless thing in this world. The one thing, person, that he would fear for.

“I apologise for not acting sooner from the moment I sensed these vermin lurking around. I’ll make it up to you, I swear it” Sylus softly talks with you in contrast as his power was still holding the assailants like a piece of meat and threw them on the ground while he ordered Luke and Kieran to handle them for the time being.

“Deal with them but keep them hanging on a thread” Sylus stated and both Luke and Kieran went on to handle the assailants while Sylus took you to one of his many other manors.

Sylus tend to your injuries with the utmost gentle touch, worried that any slight pressure might hurt you further. Once he had handled your injuries, Sylus took his time to wipe your face, arms, and legs with a clean, warm cloth, making sure he cleaned you up from any blood or dirt.

“Sylus…” you croaked out

“Don’t talk, sweetie. Just rest” Sylus replied softly, continuing to tend to your weak form

“Don’t blame yourself. Couldn’t have known…” you trailed off, but Sylus shook his head. “Even if it was an ambush, I should’ve known. Should’ve been faster. Should’ve abandoned that stupid meeting the second you entered our home. No one should have even breathed the same air as you in our home, our sanctuary. This will be the last time, sweetie. I promise you. No one will ever come close to where we lay our head to rest anymore”

“Sy…stay” you mumbled as Sylus ever so gently tightened his hold on your hand. “Always, sweetie”

It was only when you were fast asleep did Sylus quietly slipped out into the night and arrived at a pleasant scene that he was pleased to see. The assailants who ambushed you in his home were hanging for their dear lives. Their bodies and faces were barely recognisable after what Luke and Kieran had done, but they were still alive nonetheless.

With what little voice they had left, the assailants tried to reason with Sylus that they were just doing their job but Sylus didn’t care. They had dared to enter his home, which was yours, the home that he built and ensured would be safe for you. For both of you where only the twins and Mephisto were allowed in. The home that was made to be a sanctuary, a place of warmth and welcoming, a place where you could be vulnerable and seek him.

Sylus wouldn’t allow this to pass. He would ensure that not only would the assailants’ employers know not to cross him, but he would make it known to everyone in the N109 zone that if any of them dared to so much as tracked you, entered his home, or even bumped into you, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them and make them feel pain for he would not even touch you without your permission.

Sylus took his coat off and rolled his sleeves up, his evol enveloping his fists as he came face to face with the assailants. “It’s too late for apologies now. I may be considered a villain, but I’m not heartless” Sylus’ aether core glowed in his eyes, making the assailants cower in fear. “You’re going to help me send a message. If any of you so much as dares to look at her way ever again. I’ll make sure you get the first-class seat to feel what true pain and agony feel like”

By the early morning, just a few hours before dawn strikes, Sylus gently slips back in where he had left you. Seeing you asleep peacefully and unharm was all he could ask for every time you visit him. Sylus had showered and changed before coming back to you because even if he couldn’t leave his position in the N109 zone, he would always make sure that he didn’t bring any of that when he was with you.

Slowly, Sylus got under the covers and gently pulled you closer to him. Your body, instinctively knowing that it was him, relaxed further into the bed; your head slowly lay on his chest right under his chin as both of you lay together in each other’s warmth in the early morning.

A/N: thank you again for reading and to the one that requested, thank you for requesting and for being patient :') hope you all have a great day and manifesting everyone gets the LI they want for the upcoming 4.0 update xoxo peanutpinet

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ceyanabbiolo · 2 days ago

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PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [16]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: angst

wc: 5172

Chapter 16: I love you, I'm sorry

“Matt, look this way!”

I turned my head slightly to the left, jaw clenched. The camera clicked three times in rapid succession.

“No—less intense. Soften your eyes. Tilt your chin. Can we get a more natural smile? Something warmer.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose. More natural? I wasn’t a damn mannequin.

The lights were too bright, the air too stuffy, and the photographer—some young, overly eager guy with a scarf and too much cologne—had been barking instructions for the past twenty minutes like I was a puppet on strings.

“Can you arch your back a little more? Maybe cross your arms? Looks like you’re brooding, but approachable?”

My patience was wearing thin. I’d been doing this long enough to know how to pose, and whatever this guy was trying to pull felt more like a high school film project than a fashion campaign.

“Matt, relax your shoulders, please. Right now you’re giving… CEO on trial.”

I blinked slowly. “I am a CEO.”

The guy laughed like it was charming. “Right, right—but less… intimidating. We want Matt Sturniolo, the man, not the empire.”

I was about to tell him exactly where to stick his ‘creative vision’ when I felt a soft hand touch my forearm.

I glanced over.

Daphne stood there, watching me. Her expression was calm, but I could see it—she noticed the tension in my jaw, the way my shoulders were locked. She knew me better than anyone. She could tell I was done.

She leaned closer, her voice low so only I could hear. “Should I help?”

I met her eyes, that familiar calm already steadying my pulse. I gave a small nod.

She smiled sweetly, then turned toward the photographer.

“Hey,” she said kindly, “I think Matt just needs a second. He’s been shooting all morning. Can we reset the energy a little?”

The guy blinked, surprised by her tone—gentle but firm. “Oh uh, yeah. Of course.”

Daphne looked back at me, reaching up to fix a stray piece of hair near my temple, her fingertips lingering a second longer than necessary.

“You good?” she whispered.

I nodded slowly. “

Daphne gave me a quick peck before stepping fully into the space between the camera and me. Her demeanor changed like she belonged.

“Let’s try something a little more relaxed,” she said gently, addressing the photographer and his assistant. “Matt looks best when he’s not over-posed. Maybe have him sit, lean back a little, and see natural lighting from the side?”

The assistant nodded, flipping through a clipboard of notes. The photographer looked uncertain, but curious.

Daphne turned back to me, already picturing the shot. “Take off the jacket,” she said softly. “And sit on the stool—yeah, just like that. One leg up, elbow resting on your knee. Look down for a second. Breathe.”

I followed her instructions, and for the first time since the shoot started, I didn’t feel like I was performing—I just felt like myself.

“Now look up at me,” she said.

I did.

The camera clicked.

The photographer blinked, then checked the screen. “Wait… that looks—hold on—this is good.”

Daphne stepped aside so he could keep shooting, but she stayed close, occasionally suggesting slight shifts in my angle, hands, and posture. Her voice was soft but certain, never overwhelming. She knew what she was doing, and everyone in the room could see it.

Within minutes, the entire tone of the shoot shifted. The energy settled. People were nodding along with her ideas, checking previews on the monitors, and whispering things like “this feels more high-end” and “the lighting works better here.”

I caught her watching me between shots, her lips tilted into a knowing smile.

The shoot wrapped quicker than expected after that. With Daphne's subtle direction and calm energy, everything flowed naturally. No more forced smiles, no more awkward poses—just good lighting, good angles, and a team that finally stopped micromanaging.

By the time we were done, the photographer was practically singing her praises.

“You’ve got a great eye,” he told her, packing up his lenses. “Have you ever thought about directing?”

Daphne smiled. “Not really. I just know what works for him.”

He nodded. “Well, it shows.”

I watched the interaction quietly, pride swelling in my chest. It didn’t surprise me—she had always seen me. But watching everyone else finally recognize what I already knew? That was something else.

We stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The sky was fading into soft golds and pale blues, the breeze tugging at Daphne’s hair as we approached the curb where my motorcycle was parked.

“Nice job,” I said, tossing her my extra helmet. It was hers at this point.

She caught it with a grin. “Nice job to you, Mr. CEO-model hybrid.”

I smirked as I swung my leg over the bike. “You directing me is dangerous. You know I’d do anything you say.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” she said, pulling the helmet on. “That’s why I try not to abuse the power.”

I reached over and tugged her gently toward me by the waist, helping her onto the seat behind me. Her arms wrapped around me as she settled in, close and warm.

“You good?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

I felt her nod.

We rode through the city with golden light spilling between the buildings. Simple. Right.

The ride through the city was smooth, the kind of quiet that came when words weren’t needed—just the wind, the hum of the engine, and the feeling of Daphne’s arms around me. By the time we pulled into the garage beneath my apartment building, the sun had started to dip low, casting golden streaks across the concrete.

We took the elevator up in comfortable silence. Daphne leaned her head against my shoulder, helmet in hand, clearly drained from the day. She hadn’t complained once, but I could tell she was tired.

As soon as I unlocked the front door, she made a beeline straight for the living room.

With a dramatic sigh, she dropped her bag by the side table, kicked off her shoes, and ran and collapsed onto the couch.

“I’m never moving again.”

I shut the door behind us, amused. “Tired?”

“Exhausted,” she said into the cushions. “You were hot, the lighting was hot, the photographer was a lot…and this couch is so comfortable.”

I chuckled, setting our helmets down on the kitchen island. “Glad my furniture gets a 10 out of 10.”

Without another word, I slid down next to her, stretching out until we were chest to chest. The second I got comfortable, she shifted instinctively, curling into me like we were made to fit this way. My arm slipped under her neck, the other wrapping around her waist as I pulled her closer.

“Mm,” she hummed sleepily, pressing her forehead against my collarbone. “You’re warm.”

“Good,” I mumbled into her hair, my own eyes beginning to close. “’Cause I’m not moving either.”

She giggled softly, breath tickling my neck.

Our noses bumped slightly, her leg still tangled with mine, and before I could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed me, soft and slow.

I kissed her back, just as lazily, my fingers sliding gently into her hair.

Half-awake and half-dreaming, we stayed like that—wrapped in each other, mouths meeting in slow, warm presses. Not rushed, not heated. Just love in its simplest form. Her hand slid across my chest, resting above my heart as we kissed between sleepy murmurs and quiet smiles.

“I could stay like this forever,” she whispered.

I tucked her closer, our foreheads resting together.

The afternoon slipped away quietly as Daphne and I dozed on the couch, tangled up in each other’s arms. Two hours must have passed, maybe more.

Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I groaned softly and glanced down at Daphne, who stirred beside me, eyes fluttering open in confusion.

“Are you expecting someone?” Daphne mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she shifted beside me.

I shook my head, pushing myself up from the couch. “No.”

The sudden weight of the unexpected knock pressed on me as I walked toward the door. My hand hovered over the handle, then I paused, peering through the peephole.

Fuck.

The familiar figure of Noah stared back at me from the other side.

Another firm knock sounded.

“Daphne,” I called softly, trying to keep my voice calm but low. “It’s Noah…”

She bolted upright instantly, eyes wide and alert.

“Noah?” Her voice trembled. “He’s not supposed to be here till next week.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“What do we say?” Panic laced her words.

“We could just tell him,” I offered gently, hoping to bridge the gap.

“Matt…” she whined, dread thick in her tone.

“Sweetheart, it’s been six months. He deserves to know,” I said quietly, trying to sound reasonable but firm.

“No, Matt. Not today,” she pleaded.

I felt the tension in the room tighten around us, the exhaustion from the day already pulling at my patience. I didn’t want to fight.

“Alright,” I sighed, conceding. “Just… go to my room, lock the door, okay?”

She nodded quickly and slipped away down the hallway.

I turned back to the door, about to open it, when my eyes caught the scattered evidence—her bag tossed by the chair, shoes kicked off near the doorway, hoodies draped over the back of the couch, and—gosh—her bra lying carelessly on the coffee table.

This wasn’t just a visit anymore. This was my life, tangled with hers in a way that couldn’t stay hidden forever.

Without wasting a second, I began gathering her things, stuffing them hurriedly into the closet. The familiar scent of her clothes mixed with the adrenaline in my veins.

As I shoved the last hoodie inside, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out—Noah’s name flashing across the screen.

Heart pounding, I swiped to answer.

“Wassup, man,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “Yeah, I’m here.”

I took a breath, then unlocked the door and opened it.

There he was—Noah Deniore.

Her older brother.

My best friend.

I was completely confused—he wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. He had just come and gone last month, after the cottage trip Daphne and I went on in March.

He stood in a hoodie and jeans, backpack slung over one shoulder, brows raised in that easy way he always had. “Took you long enough,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

“Yeah,” I replied, moving out of the way, trying to sound casual. “Was just—half asleep.”

He walked in, glancing around. “Place looks... lived-in.”

I gave a tight smile, watching him survey the room like he always did when he visited. I stood near the couch, subtly blocking the hallway that led to my room.

He didn’t notice.

Not yet.

Noah dropped his bag on the side chair and looked back at me.

“You’re back?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I leaned against the counter. “Again?”

Noah chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket. “Yeah. Decided to drop by for the weekend—figured it was time for a surprise visit.”

I gave a small nod, my expression careful. “Didn’t know you were planning that.”

He tossed his jacket onto the arm of the couch, casually looking around again. “I figured Daphne would be at home, but no one answered the door. I thought maybe she was out running errands or something, so I just headed here instead.”

My stomach twisted.

I forced a small smile. “Yeah, maybe. She’s been in and out a lot.”

Noah wandered to the window, glancing out at the skyline. “I haven’t talked to her in a while. Feels weird not knowing what she’s been up to lately. You’d think my sister would shoot me a text.”

I swallowed hard, then offered weakly, “She’s been… keeping busy.”

He turned back toward me, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You know what’s weird, though?”

Here it comes.

“What?”

He gestured around the apartment. “Your place smells like her.”

My jaw clenched.

The scent of that clean Jo Malone lily perfume.

I laughed it off—awkward, stiff.

“Yeah, she’s probably left some stuff around. She’s been over to help with some shoots, you know?”

Noah nodded slowly, but not calling me out yet either.

I glanced at the hallway. That walking lily was only a few meters away.

“Want a drink?” I asked again, this time more pointed.

Noah gave me a look, but followed me toward the kitchen anyway.

I pulled two glasses from the cabinet, trying to act normal as I filled them with water. My hands moved steadily, but my mind was racing.

Noah leaned against the opposite counter, arms crossed as he watched me closely.

“So…” he started, voice casual—but that kind of calm-before-the-storm casual I knew too well. “How’s your relationship with Daphne these days?”

I paused—just for a split second—but I made it feel like I was just thinking.

“What relationship?” I replied coolly, sliding his glass across the counter to him.

He smirked, lifting the glass but not drinking from it. “You know what I mean.”

I gave a little shrug, sipping from mine. “I mean, we work together. She’s been doing shoots for me—photography stuff.”

“Yeah. For like… what? Eight months now?” He raised a brow. “That’s a long time to be working so closely with someone.”

“Not that long,” I deflected.

He tilted his head. “Come on, man. She barely answers my texts, but she responds to yours in seconds. And she trusts you with everything. She used to only talk to me, and now she’s out doing shoots, coming out of her shell, working late hours—with you.”

I tried to keep my face neutral, but I felt the tension coil in my chest.

“She’s just… grown a lot,” I said simply. “That’s not all me.”

Noah gave a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, Matt. I’m just trying to figure out… stuff.”

My mouth opened slightly, then closed again. For once, I didn’t have a clean answer. Because the truth sat just under my skin, and it wasn’t simple.

He wasn’t wrong.

But I couldn’t give it to him. Not yet.

Not like this.

I exhaled, trying to play it cool. “What are you trying to say, man?”

He looked up, tone gentler now. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, eyes steady. “But… are you seeing my sister?”

There it was. Direct. No dancing around it.

I blinked once, then let out a short breath of a laugh.

“No, Noah,” I said, keeping my voice even. “I’m not seeing Daphne.”

It was technically true. At least by his definition.

He studied me, but he didn’t push—just gave a slow nod, like he was still weighing whether or not to believe me. I kept my expression unreadable.

“I guess I just notice things,” he murmured. “She talks about you more than anyone else. She trusts you. And I’ve never seen her like that with anyone—not even the guy she dated back in London.”

I shrugged casually. “We work together a lot. She’s easy to be around.”

Another beat of silence passed, then Noah nodded again and clapped me on the shoulder. “Alright. Sorry if that was weird. Just…you know.”

I gave a quick nod back. “I get it.”

Noah didn’t leave right away.

After our little back-and-forth, he dropped onto the couch like he owned the place, stretching his arms over the backrest with a sigh.

“You got anything stronger than water?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

I huffed a laugh, already heading toward the kitchen. “Yeah. You still good with whiskey?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

I pulled out two glasses and grabbed the bottle from the cabinet. My hands were steadier now, but the lie—or half-truth—I told him was still echoing in my head. I poured the drinks and handed him one, watching him take a long sip like he’d needed it all day.

We fell into easy conversation, like we always did.. The familiar banter helped settle some of the tension in my chest. For a second, it almost felt normal.

Almost.

I just kept sipping my drink, giving short answers, laughing when I needed to.

Noah didn't push anymore, but I could see the gears still turning behind his eyes.

Around the third glass, he kicked his feet up on the coffee table and smirked. “You know, you’re the only person I trust to look out for her.”

I looked up slowly, that ache in my chest twisting just a bit tighter.

“Yeah?” I said, voice low.

He nodded, a little more serious now. “I know I doubted you, but to be fair, I know you’d never go there.”

I looked away slowly. I had already gone there.

“I know she’s grown, but… I still see that twelve-year-old kid sometimes.” he continued.

I swallowed hard, setting my glass down. “She’s not that kid anymore, bro.”

“I know,” he said, leaning his head back against the couch. “But she’s still my kid, in some ways.”

I nodded, I got it. In some ways I do remember Noah sacrificing a lot for her after their parents died.

Noah was quiet for a moment, twirling his now-empty glass in his hand before speaking up again.

“So… you wanna go out tonight?” he asked casually. “I know a bar not far from here. Girls, drinks, good music—the usual.”

I leaned back on the couch, already shaking my head. “Can’t tonight.”

“Oh, come on,” he groaned. “Since when do you pass up a night out?”

I smirked a little, trying to keep it light. “Since I started having actual work to do, man.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Work? It’s Friday.”

“Still counts,” I said, standing to collect our glasses.

Noah tilted his head like he was studying me. “Or…” he dragged out the word, eyes gleaming now, “you’re not coming out because you’re already occupied.”

I let out a laugh, forcing it. “Yeah, alright.”

“I’m serious,” he grinned. “You’re acting different.”

“I’m always acting differently, apparently.”

He stood to stretch, wandering toward the hallway, and that’s when I saw it—

My stomach plummeted.

Right there.

In the corner of the living room.

Draped halfway behind the leg of the side table—

Her bra.

Fuck. Fuck.

Before I could even move, Noah spotted it.

“What the hell is—” He reached down, and before I could stop him, he was already holding it up by one strap, dangling it in the air with a bark of laughter.

“Bro,” he laughed. “No wonder you didn’t want to go out tonight.”

My heart was hammering so loud in my chest I couldn’t hear anything else.

He swung it playfully in the air, the pale strap slipping around his fingers. “Damn, this is like—what—double D? Triple? Jesus.”

I didn’t move.

I just stood as he held it, completely unaware that he was joking about his sister’s bra. Teasing me about the size of her chest. Laughing like it was all some game.

I didn’t know what to do.

“Relax,” he chuckled, turning to toss it toward the couch. “Not judging. You’ve clearly had a good night.”

I walked forward quickly, scooping it off the cushion before he could touch it again. I shoved it into the closet silently, my pulse still racing, ears ringing.

Noah let out one last amused chuckle as he grabbed his jacket off the couch.

“You don’t have to be so uptight about it, man,” he said, still shaking his head. “We’re both adults. You’re a grown-ass man. If you’ve got someone keeping your nights busy—good for you.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

I was still gripping the closet door handle, trying to regulate my breathing.

Noah didn’t notice.

He slung the jacket over his shoulder and headed toward the door.

“Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. Clearly, I walked in on something… mid-romantic.”

I gave a forced scoff, but it barely passed my lips.

He opened the door, then turned back one last time, grinning like a fool.

“Have a fun night,” he added, backing out into the hallway. “I’m gonna go see if Daphne’s home yet.”

My stomach dropped straight to hell.

The second I shut the door and heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, I turned around and ran a hand down my face, trying to calm myself.

But I couldn’t.

Not after that.

I stormed down the hallway, each step getting heavier as I reached the bedroom door. I pushed it open without knocking.

Daphne was sitting on the edge of my bed, legs tucked under her, chewing her thumbnail nervously.

Her eyes met mine the second I stepped inside.

“Well?” she asked quickly, voice tight. “What did he say? Why was he here?”

I shut the door behind me, leaned against it, arms crossed over my chest.

“He was just checking in. Said he wanted to visit for the weekend. Surprise everyone.”

She nodded slowly, her shoulders still tense. “Did he ask about me?”

I nodded. “He said he didn’t see you when he got to his apartment, said he figured you were out. So he came here.”

I paused.

“And then,” I added through gritted teeth, “he found your bra. On the floor.”

Her face went pale. “Matt–what.”

“Yeah,” I said with a bitter laugh. “Picked it up. Swung it around. Talked about the size.”

Her hand flew to her face.

I stepped forward. “Daphne, do you know how messed up that was? Do you know how sick I felt watching him laugh like that—not knowing—that he was holding something that belonged to his sister?”

She was silent. Her eyes welled up. But she didn’t say anything.

And I couldn’t take it anymore.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said, my voice rising now. “We can’t keep sneaking around like this, acting like it’s nothing when it’s everything.”

She looked at me, shaken. “Matt—”

“No,” I said, sharper now. “He’s my best friend. You’re his sister. We’ve been together for six months, Daphne. Six months. You stay here more than your own place. Your things are everywhere. He’s not stupid.”

Her hands were shaking. “I know—but he’ll hate me. Matt, if we tell him like this—he’ll think I betrayed him.”

My hands went to my hair, tugging slightly in frustration.

“I’m tired, Daphne,” I said, voice cracking slightly. “I’m tired of pretending. Tired of hiding how much I love you—like it’s some kind of shame.”

She looked like she wanted to say something—then didn’t.

“I’m not mad at you,” I said again, my voice low but tight. “But I’m getting to a place where I can feel it building… the resentment.”

Her eyes lifted to mine, uncertain.

“I can’t keep pretending I’m just your boss, your friend. I sit across from him and talk like nothing’s going on, like I’m not in love with you, like I didn’t sleep next to you last night,” I said. “You know how that feels?”

She looked down, silent.

“This is what—his fifth visit since we got together?” I continued, my voice sharpening. “And he still doesn’t know.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but I didn’t let her.

“Five visits, sweetheart. Five, and every time, I have to scramble to hide your clothes, act like I don’t know where you are, and smile when he talks about you.”

“Matt…” she said, barely a whisper.

“No,” I cut in, a little louder now. “I need to know—what are we waiting for??”

She swallowed hard.

“Because I’m not ready,” she said. “Because I know Noah. He’s not just going to be shocked, he’s going to explode. You know how he is.”

I shook my head, backing up a step. “So what? We just keep pretending forever?”

“No—just… not now,” she insisted.

“Then when?” I snapped. “When we move in together? When he finds an engagement ring in your bag?”

She flinched.

The silence between us felt thick. Suffocating.

I exhaled, gripping the back of my neck. “I love you, Daphne. But I’m starting to feel like I’m being hidden. Like I’m something to be ashamed of.”

“No, Matt—” she stepped forward, reaching for me, but I pulled slightly back.

“Then why?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly. “Why are you still so scared to tell him? Do you not think we’re real?”

Her eyes filled with tears, her lips parted, but she didn’t answer right away.

I stared at her, chest rising and falling, waiting.

I let out a breath through my nose, the air in the room feeling like it thickened with every second.

“You keep saying you’re not ready,” I said, my voice tight. “You’ve been saying that for months now, Daphne. How long do I have to wait until you are?”

Her mouth parted, her eyes wide—but she didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” I muttered, stepping back. “You keep asking me to be patient, to just wait—but you don’t get how it feels to be treated like some kind of secret. Like I’m something you’re ashamed of.”

“I’m not ashamed of you!” she shot back, louder now.

“Then why?” I snapped, voice rising. “Why is it so damn hard to just tell him?”

“Do you just not trust me or something?”

She looked at me, lips trembling, her voice barely holding.

“I do trust you,” she said.

I let out a dry laugh, bitter and quiet. “No. You say that. But every time you pull away. You don’t let me in—”

“I told you about Carter, Matt,” she snapped, voice sharp with emotion. “Don’t stand there and tell me I don’t trust you.”

I shook my head, my voice low. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Yes, it is!” she shouted. “You’re making it sound like I’ve just been lying to you this whole time—like I don’t care about you enough to be honest.”

I exhaled through my nose, trying to hold myself together. “Daphne, I know you care about me. I know that. But this? This thing with Noah—it’s not just about you anymore. It’s about us.”

She turned away, pacing now. “And I’ve told you—I’m not ready.”

My fists clenched at my sides. “But when will you be?”

“I don’t know, okay?!” she snapped, spinning to face me again. “It’s not some switch I can flip!”

I stared at her, the frustration spilling out. “So what, I just keep being your secret until you feel safe enough to admit we exist?”

The air between us felt volatile.

Tense. Fragile.

“I can’t keep doing this,” I said, pacing in front of her. “I’m exhausted, Daphne. I feel like I’m putting everything into this, and you’re just—hiding behind excuses.”

She flinched but didn’t speak.

And that silence lit something in me I wasn’t proud of.

“You know what it feels like?” I snapped. “It feels like I’m dating someone who only knows how to love when it’s convenient. When no one’s watching. It’s manipulating”

Her face shattered.

“What did you just say?” she whispered.

I swallowed hard, chest hollow. “Daph—”

“You think I’m manipulating you?”

She was barely holding herself together. Her whole body shook as tears welled in her eyes, full and silent.

“I let you see everything,” she choked out. “All my pain and you think that was some kind of strategy? That I was using you?”

“No, that’s not—”

“You think what happened to me made me some kind of broken girl who just clings onto whoever’s closest?”

“No—”

“You think I’m acting this way on purpose?” Her voice cracked violently, her cheeks now soaked. “That I want to be scared? That I like not being able to face my own brother and tell him I’m happy?”

I tried to speak, but no words came. I felt frozen. Like I’d just burned the only bridge I ever cared about crossing.

She turned away, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I can’t believe I let you see me.”

She headed for the door, and this time—she wasn’t walking.

She was speeding.

“Daphne,” I said quickly, chasing after her. “Please—I didn’t mean it like that, I swear, I just—I was angry—”

She was at the door already, shoving her shoes on through shaky hands, breathing so fast it scared me.

“Daphne—”

“Don’t,” she said, voice sharp and choked. “Don’t you dare follow me.”

"I messed up. I know I did. Just let me explain—"

But she was already moving, walking away down the long hallway toward the elevator. I hesitated, afraid to reach out and touch her—afraid of making things worse.

Still, without thinking, I followed, matching her pace. She hadn’t even made it halfway from my door when I reached out and caught her arm.

This time, I grabbed her hand, pulling her gently but firmly until her back pressed against my chest.

“Let go,” she whispered, voice trembling, heartbreak still raw in her words.

But I didn’t. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me.

She struggled, pushing against me softly, tears streaming down her face, a desperate mix of pain and confusion.

“Please,” I murmured into her hair. “I love you, I'm sorry.”

Her soft gasps trembled against my chest.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I whispered, voice thick with regret. “That came out all wrong—so, so wrong.”

She trembled in my arms as I continued, “You’re not manipulating me. I don’t know why the hell I said that.”

Her voice was barely audible as she whispered back, “But… you think it, don’t you?”

Panic surged through me. “No, no, no,” I said urgently, tightening my hold. “Please, stop crying. I love you. I love you—all of you. I don’t think that, sweetheart.”

Her eyes searched mine, filled with tears and something I couldn’t quite reach.

“Matt… I just need some space.”

Panic surged through me like a wave crashing hard against a fragile shore.

“Space? why—please, I can fix this.”

She shook her head, voice trembling. “It’s not about fixing anything right now. I need to think.”

“No,” I said, voice cracking.

“We don’t have to tell Noah.” I said, compromising. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Just don’t push me away like this.”

She flinched at my words, as if my desperation cut her deeper.

“Matt,” she whispered, “I’m not pushing you away. I’m trying to keep myself together.”

My chest tightened, breath catching in my throat.

“I love you,” I begged, voice raw. “Space is what people say when they break up.”

Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she turned her face away.

“I love you too,” she added softly, “I just… I have to go home right now. I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.”

I hesitated, torn between holding her close and letting her go. Reluctantly, I nodded.

She took a small step back, wiping her tears, and without looking back, stepped into the elevator as the doors began to close.

I stood there, heart pounding, watching the doors slide shut between us.

I don’t know what I fear more now.

Losing the woman I love, or telling her brother about us.

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Storming the Castle

Yandere!Block Tales x Monster?Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, violence, MC gets no breaks from being reminded of how they ain't human

Notes: Lol part 1 did horrible. Oh well, I don't care. Who knows? Maybe this part will do well.

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Never have you been more grateful that you're constantly producing heat as the caves are much colder than the warmth of the meadows. It's not enough to make you shiver, but cool enough to notice.

The first floor of the cave is easy to maneuver through, and you climb up to find- oh! It's Terry (you think, he never told you his name)!

He's staring at some sort of card on a ledge, and you approach, standing over him as you chirp out a greeting. He's not the nicest, but... everyone needs a friend, right? Maybe he'd be nicer if you were his friend!

He flinches and spins around, screeching, "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" as he raises his flippers.

...okay, maybe the idea of trying to become his friend is a mistake.

"Oh... I thought you were another ANT ARMY. I HATE those things." Terry tell you, immediately calming down. "...you move too quietly, bruh. You're gonna give someone a heart attack like this."

"Ack- sorry, sorry!!" You squeak out, "It's just how I move-"

"Why are you even apologizing?? You act like everything is your fault." He just scoffs and looks back at the card, calling you "weird" under his breath.

"...uh... what'cha doin'?" You ask, trying to change the topic from sorta being called out..? You don't know, he's a confusing little penguin.

"Bruh." Terry says, giving you a deadpan look, "See that card over there? It's almost as if I can't reach the stupid thing."

"I can grab it for you." You offer.

"Really?" He asks you, skeptical.

"Yeah! Just lemme-" You quickly hop across the gap, neatly balancing on the edge of the platform (praise your strong ass legs) and grab the card, quickly hopping back over and handing it to Terry.

"Pretty impressive, not gonna lie." Terry mutters, before looking over the card, "Duuuude... I already had that oneeeee... multiple copies, actually. Whatever man, you can keep it?"

"Really?" You ask, startled, "Wow- thank you!"

"Yeah yeah." Terry says, waving you off.

"Bye Terry!" You tell him, quickly walking away to continue your quest for Shedletsky. On your way to the Ice Dagger you go!

Terry pauses for a moment. "How did they know my name?"

--☆☆☆--

You've never liked caves, not gonna lie. Just too dark for your liking. And you've never liked the cold.

Y'know what sounds nice right now? Snuggling up on a nice, smooth rock under the sun like a lizard. Just taking an hour long nap, forgetting all your pains and worries...

That'd be your heaven.

...just your luck. This next room of the cave is twice as cold and covered in ice.

You just groan there for half a minute before continuing, already annoyed knowing that the Ice Dagger is gonna be in some cold place and you're gonna get chilly despite the fact you emit enough heat to constantly attract cats to you (plus how just being around you can charge people's phones).

Thankfully, you can keep going. Even if it just keeps getting colder...

The claws on your feet dig into the ice, leaving little marks in the ground as you go, as you've long since decided to just not wear the damn shoes (too slippery). The chill gnaws at your scales and skin, trying to eat through your heat and freeze you to your very bone.

You persist. You always persist.

"Who is that?" A collection of shrill voices ask as you reach the top of this room of the cave, "Your Majesty... we have a guest..."

"Quiet..." A singular voice says, "Quiet.... QUIET!!!!"

You freeze up at the yelling, the more animalistic parts of your mind screaming at you to defend yourself, to get into an adequate position, to run, to hide. You resist them, trying to listen to the rational parts of you that tell you that you'll be fine.

"I MUST MAKE MY ROYAL ENTRANCE!!!" The voice declares, and the collection of voices quietly apologize.

You approach the entrance to the next room as a giant, humanoid blue ant crawls from the ground, piercing through the ice with ease as dozens of smaller ants surround her.

"HUZZAH!!!" The Supreme Ant declares, "IT IS I!!! YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY!!! I SEE YOU HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN AND VENTURED INTO MY TERRITORY!!!"

"I did? Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." You said, apologetic.

"FEAR NOT, DEAR SUBJECT, I SHALL EXCUSE THIS INEXCUSABLE BEHAVIOR AS YOU BOW TO MY GLORIOUS STATURE!! GO ON, I'M WAITING!!"

You don't want a fight, so you bow. All hands clasped together, you bow deep enough the ears on your hood brush against the icy ground.

The Supreme Ant is pleased. "AH YES, ALL IS NOW WELL, DEAR SUBJECT. WHERE MAY YOU BE HEADING?"

"Blackrock Castle, your Majesty." You explain, "I am sent there on a quest. I- I didn't mean to walk through your territory. It's just this is the only open route I know of..."

The Supreme Ant hums at your words. "YOUR EXCUSE SEEMS TO COME OF GOOD HEART. VERY WELL, YOU MAY CONTINUE ALONG."

"Thank you again!" You say, bowing once more before scurrying out of there.

The Supreme Ant hums, pleased. "SUCH A POLITE PERSON. IF ONLY THERE WERE MORE SUCH AS THEM IN THIS WORLD."

--☆☆☆--

You walk out into this picturesque snow-covered town in a valley in the mountains. Someone notices you and walks over.

"Oh, hey there! You look... new!" They note, "Welcome to Roadtown! The sunniest part of the crossroads... or well, at least it was. Things have been getting rather chilly recently... there's been baseless rumors all over the place..."

"Like what?" You ask, tilting your head.

"The snowclouds came from BLACKROCK CASTLE on the hill." They tell you, "I've even heard a rumor that the ICE DAGGER was even stolen! Isn't that wild? Who would do something like that???"

...oh no, you need to hurry.

"I mean... it kinda was..?" You say, knowing the Ice Dagger is at risk, "Someone is trying to steal it. Dunno if it has been stolen yet. I'm trying to make sure it'll be safe and sound."

"Wait... for real???" They ask you, "That's wild, man! I'm glad to hear you're on the case, though!"

"Yeah, heh..." You say, "Just need to get to the Castle."

"MAYOR MONTY can help you get to BLACKROCK!" They tell you, "Town Hall's the light-colored cabin. Go hit him up sometime! Good luck, I'm rooting for you!"

You nod and head out as they say one last thing. "By the way, your talon-feet-things are COOL!!"

You flinch, hesitate, and mumble a thank you, earnestly surprised. Usually, people are creeped out. Being complimented for something like this is... nice. It's really nice.

You just keep going, heading to the yellow cabin and sheepishly walking past the guards by the door. They don't bother to stop you. Just smile at you as you head in.

"Eh? Who's that? I don't know you... why are you in my office?" An older, bearded man asks you as you walk in, and you only assume that's Mayor Monty. "C'mere so I can see your face a bit better."

You head over.

"Take off those silly glasses and that mask. I can't see your face otherwise."

You hesitate for a minute, but comply in the end. His eyes widen at your face, but he merely says, "Ah, I see," and moves on.

"Mhm, yup... I can guess what you're here for," He says, "You want one of rhose ADVENTURER I.D.s, don'tcha? No one visits unless they want something nowadays..."

"Yes please," You say, hiding your face again, a little embarrassed, "I really need to get to Blackrock."

"Ah, heading there?" He asks as he starts rummaging around the desk, "You know, I was an adventurer too!"

"Oh, really?" You ask, intrigued. Hell yeah, old man stories!

"Of course, then I had'ta to breakin' my leg that one time..." Monty continues, "Even broke mah funny bone on th' way down!"

"Wow." You murmur as he hands you the I.D.

"The BLACKROCK MOUNTAINS are quite dangerous, critter," He says, "And I saw plenty danger in my time, that's for sure! My wife loathed all the late trips I'd come home from... she used to travel too! Even got eaten by a dragon... twice! Or was it thrice? This old fart can't keep track since Jim..."

He pauses. "...actually, I'll make you a deal, critter. Our-" He yawns- "lovely accountant JIM has gone-" longer yawn this time- "missing and-" yet another long yawn... "and..."

...Mayor Monty then falls asleep in front of you. You reach over and lightly shake him awake, and he startles.

"WHuzzu?!" He coughs, "Oh... this old nut dozed off again, huh?"

"Don't worry about it." You reply, a little confused.

"That's just what happens nowadays!" He laughs and continues, "Anyhoo, where was I, young critter?"

"Jim went missing..?" You say, confused.

"Ah, yes!" He nods, "Right. Jim... he's overseeing a mining operation neaby... but he hasn't come home in a few days... I'm starting to get worried about the young lad... he's not the type to put himself in trouble's way..."

"Do you want me to find him? I'm willing." You say.

"That's just what I was gonna ask ya." He says, "Thanks, young one. You take care now, okay? Please find JIM soon for me..."

"I will." You promise, "He'll be home soon!"

And with a wave, you're off again, passing through the toll booth and into the mountains.

This shouldn't be too hard.

--☆☆☆--

You wish your modified clothes were warmer. At least the other penguins you met here were nice. And a guy you met who was accepted into the penguin community. Honestly, how lovely for him. Glad he's happy.

Wish you had a community that accepted you like that, but oh well.

You even beat up a Banished Knight and told him to find his own place and happiness in life instead of trying to regain the favor of the king because he'd be happier forging his own path.

You don't know if he took your words to heart, though.

At the very least, you found Jim buried under some rubble and saved him by using dynamite that he allowed you to keep and take with you. Even had to cross some ice that you've never been so glad to have claws for as you just easily walked across.

You even saw Terry when you were saving Jim. Thankfully, that accountant is okay and gleefully thanked you before going home.

Using the dynamite, you managed to sneak into the basement of the castle. And god, there were a ton of guards you had to fight off. Though you took great caution not to hurt anyone too severely.

You managed to get around and into the palace after a little while, though. Though everyone's loyalty to the king stunned you.

Then again, you've never had many you could call a friend. Sure, you had some... but still.

Hell, even a living statue was loyal to this man. You had to meet him and see what all the fuss was about.

And when you got into the palace itself (by breaking and entering through a window)? You were a little bemused by how the knights in there didn't fight you. Just set up a barricade you just zoomed around and deeper into the palace using your speed ability.

You were just glad you didn't have to fight anyone. You weren't a violent soul, not by any means. Though... everyone sure did like to look at you like you were... it was annoying.

But somehow, you snuck into the kitchen, just... very lost.

"Are you the assistant mage I ordered? I've been waiting..." The... Kitchen Wizard..? Says as you walk in, barely glancing up at you. "Goodness, I knew RentAnAssitant(tm) was slow, but jeez..."

"W- wait- sir- you got the wrong-" You start, panicking.

"No more fooling around! We've got knights to feed!!" You flinch at how loud he got there, and he continues while barely looking up at you, "While I prepare the stove with my MAGIC, I need..." He checks a recipe, "...One bottle of rose-colored liquid. Yes, one will do just fine for now."

You try to leave the room but he orders you to stay in. "S- sir-! I'm not your assistant! I'm here because-"

"Hush, just get the rose-colored liquid!" He tells you, visibly annoyed.

You don't like how your heart seems to contract in your chest as he yells, reminding you too much of him.

No... he can't hurt you here. Just get the liquid and leave.

You approach the red bottles, grimacing when they all look the same.

"...sir?" You call over, immediately being told to quiet down and get the bottle. You fidget with your claws, internally panicking as you grab one of the bottles and hand it over while praying, immediately backing away and trying to hide yourself despite there being nothing to hide behind.

"Aha! Here we go..." He says, not looking over, "You're an incompetent little thing, don't you know? Oh well. Let me just drip a few drops into this here container and..."

He flinches as it turns yellow. "Huh... that's... odd."

You back away into a corner, shaking slightly in terror. Please don't yell at you, you don't ever take that well...

"Wait a minute-"

Then, the concoction explodes.

You wince as the kitchen is a mess, with a giant pile of everything stacking up in the center. You cower in the corner, not noticing your hood, glasses, and mask had blown off.

"YOU IDIOT! THAT'S THE WRONG BOTTLE!!!" The Kitchen Wizard roars at you, absolutely pissed off, "THATS A SCARLET BOTTLE! I needed the rose... THE ROSE!"

Anything else he says turns to static, and he freezes when he finally looks over at you. You see his mouth moving, visible confusion on his face, but before either of you know it, you're at the top of the pile cowering, almost curled into a ball.

You wheeze a bit, hiss-like sounds escaping from your mouth as you desperately try to force the memories of him out of your head and as far away as possible.

You don't even notice the scream about the penguin.

...

"Yo whatup." You nearly fall off the pile at Terry's voice. You look over at him, your pupils mere slits as your spikes are sticking bolt upright.

"I didn't like how that punk down there talked to you. Had to teach him a lesson. Got this cool hat out of it... I don't think he'll mind."

"Wh- what did you do?" You ask the penguin, panicking as your words are almost slurred and growl-like.

"Doesn't matter."

...

Terry then explained to you how the Shrinking ability you found up here worked. You just used it to sneak into the treasury, after getting someone to get the limp body of Kitchen Wizard to somewhere that had medical attention of course, and getting a key to the main room where you'll soon be able to go against the King.

...

You had a bad feeling that getting the Ice Dagger wouldn't just be a simple conversation.

--☆☆☆--

...you didn't like how they stared at you. Simply stepping out of your way as you crept up the stairs, before taking a deep breath to steady yourself and striding into the throne room.

Light streamed through the windows, reducing your cat-like pupils to mere slits if not for your glasses. You paused in the entryway, quickly readjusting your outfit in a desperate bid to hide any more monstrous parts.

Perhaps if you looked more human, there wouldn't be any fighting. Perhaps if you were a human, you wouldn't even be here. You'd be safely at home.

But no, you don't get that blessing.

You just approach the king, not liking how the room gets colder and colder the closer you grow to him. How ice covers the floor near his throne like a sheet. How your claws dig into it, desperate to keep you upright.

The King sits on a throne coated in ice, spikes of it surrounding him as he stares down at you. He only has one eye, his right eye being entirely covered by what you can only describe as a crystal of ice. His visible eye glows a neon blue, and even without pupils, you can sense it burn into you. His skin is blue and near dead, as if the cold consumed him, and yet he refuses to die.

On his head is a crown, and he wears a thick and furred cloak. Even sitting there silently, staring at you with more malice than friendliness, he looks as if he was a force of nature given human form. Simply radiating a regalness and power you've never bore witness to before.

"...hi." Is all you can manage to choke out, already feeling on edge from both the cold and his stare.

...

You think you hear whispers coming from him.

"So..." He says, his voice unsurprisingly deep, "This is who I've heard so much about..."

You try not to shuffle nervously, trying to think of what to possibly say in response.

He doesn't let you respond.

"You. Breaking in... dismantling my guards..." He scowls at you, "Is this what you wanted?"

"No-!" You blurt out, "No- no- I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"And yet you do." He notes, the grip on his scepter tightening. "You think you're the hero of this story... but deep down, you're as filthy as anyone else."

"Your Majesty, I-"

"Silence." He says, and the words die on your tongue. The words you desperately wish to say, to explain, to diffuse. He doesn't let you as he speaks. "I've heard of the future. I know what's to come."

"I've been..." You stay still as he hesitates momentarily, "'tainted'... by a tormenting voice. By the knowledge that Blackrock Kingdom will cease to exist in your future."

...but it... doesn't...?

"How do you think I feel? Witholding that knowledge from my people?" He asks you, standing up as his scepter hits the ice with a dull thud. "That their happiness... their home... will all be gone in only a few years. Do I give into the prophesied future I've been told will unfold?"

"No..." You say, standing your ground, "Because it doesn't happen!"

"You..." He says, and you hear the whispers now, your sensitive ears picking up parts...

Liar.

They lie.

They fill your head will false hopes.

Strike them down...

STRIKE THEM!

"LIAR!" He roars out, and you flinch as he charges.

No...

Summoning your claymore is easy, but the force he puts behind each blow makes your very body shake. Your talons deepen their hold on the floor, piercing through the ice and leaving small scratches on the floor itself.

Not like this...

Every animalistic part of you screams for you to fight back. Stab him, kill him, don't let him harm you.

...

You refuse.

Why aren't they fighting back?

Why do they only defend?

He intensifies his attacks, even pulling out a sword made of ice (the Ice Dagger, you figure, and understand that is where the whispers come from) and trying to stab you.

You manage to deflect. Barely.

But he's not letting up. He manages to bypass your defenses and strike you with his scepter, and god it hurts.

He struck you hard enough you're sent into a wall, your claymore clattering next to you as you feel lightheaded. You cough as he grabs you by the ears of your hood and lifts you up, preparing to strike again.

He pauses as all four of your arms come out to block his scepter mid-swing.

You squirm out of his hold, your hood coming off in the process.

Your head rings as you pull off your glasses and mask to toss them aside, your other pair of arms quicky undoing your fake tail, before you grab your claymore and resume a defensive stance.

"..." He stares at you, his gaze colder than before. "Fight back."

You glare at him, blocking his next attack.

"Fight back!" He orders you, growing more and more enraged. "FI-"

"NO!" Your roar cuts through the room like a blast of heat, and the King stops in his tracks, "You act like this is something I want! I don't want to fight you! I- I just want the damn sword! I just want to go home!"

He stares at you, his face blank as you feel your tail lash. "I'm tired, your majesty. I'm really fucking tired. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want my quest to be over with so I can go home."

You don't like how the grip on your blade falters. "I'm no hero. Look at me, I'm a monster. But I'm just a monster who wants to go back to something I'm familar with. I know none of my wishes will come true. I know I'll never be accepted by everyone or looked at as a sentient being by strangers. I know if I don't hide myself I'll be essentially alone. But if I don't have to fight you for this sword, I'm happy."

You lower your blade, hating how hazy it all seems. Especially your vision. "I'm not going to fight you."

The King stands still, before striding closer to your weakened form.

They're weak.

Kill them.

Kill them now.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for your death.

It wouldn't be the first time you've nearly been executed, anyways. You just hope it won't hurt.

You hear his scepter thud against the floor with each step. His footsteps nearly making the ground shake. He's a very, very tall man.

"...what happens to my kindgom?"

Your eyes slowly open at his words, and you hesitantly look up.

"Huh?"

"You say the future I've been told is a lie." He says, and you see the Ice Dagger in his hands. "What happens to it?"

Your mouth is clammy, but you manage to speak. "I- I've never been, but I heard the weather returns to normal around a year after it became winter year round. The kingdom is thriving, though the King is rarely seen. I- I heard it's really nice, though I've never managed to go..."

You trail off, as the King stares down intently at you.

"...your words radiate honestly, little... creature." He says, "...you come from the future, do you not?"

"I do." You admit with a nod.

"...who sent you upon this quest?"

You hear the whispers are angry, ordering him to kill you and questioning why he doesn't. But you do hear a quiet voice talking about how you seem trustworthy and honest.

Is he listening to that..?

"Shedletsky did." You say, "S- someone is after the Swords. He sent me to gather them and save Builderman."

"Elaborate."

"Builderman's been kidnapped," You explain, "And Shedletsky was attacked. Last I saw, he was on his way to the hospital. I need the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky, nothing more..."

The King stares at you, his expression cold and... almost cruel. But also contemplative, as if he's considering what you say.

"..." He grabs you by one of your horns and drags you up to standing, glaring at you. "You will stay at my castle for one night. I will consider what you said. Tomorrow morning, I will decide your fate."

"My fate..?" You echo, confused.

"If I gift you the Ice Dagger," He explains, "Or if I kill you."

--☆☆☆--

Being suddenly treated like a guest astounded many of the people within the castle. However, they didn't fight back against the King's orders.

You were more astounded with how he refused to allow you to disguise yourself again. Like, he literally pulled the mask and glasses out of your hands when you tried to put them on and told you to stop hiding yourself.

You agreed, not wanting an argument, although you tried not to bring any attention to yourself. However, having the King standing around you didn't help...

It was... awkward between you and the King, to put it lightly. He didn't really talk directly to you beyond the occasional question about the future, though you often felt his gaze borrowing into you or heard the whispers of the Ice Dagger.

Though you didn't like how his gaze seemed to intensify when you learned that Terry killed the Kitchen Wizard... though, he did quietly murmur to you he was thankful you tried to save the Kitchen Wizard. Though, it lasted only a moment.

...

The King strode through the hallways, the very air around him chilling. His scepter gently thudded against the ground with each step he took.

Weak. You're weak for letting them stay.

The moonlight shone through the windows of the castle, illuminating the hallways. They were empty outside of him, not one guard standing at the ready. Not one witness for what he would do.

They're defenseless. Get rid of them. They're a problem that needs to be dealt with.

The louder voices urged him to kill you while you slept. And he was more than ready to do it.

But there were quieter ones.

They're kind. They don't want to fight. They tried to save the Kitchen Wizard when that penguin attacked him. They tried to spare your guards. They're a kind being who wishes to be accepted.

Treat them with the same love they treat everyone else.

The King felt as if he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. You spoke believable words of the future, genuine promises that his people would be okay. Yet they clashed with the voices that promised him salvation.

...

He paused in front of the room you were staying in, before he slowly opened the door. It wasn't locked.

Stepping in, he was stunned to see the bed untouched. Though he noticed you seemed to make yourself comfortable on the large chair in the room. His gaze turned to where you sat, staring out of the window. But your ears were perked up and swiveled in his direction, and you looked over.

He hesitated, not wanting to kill you while you were awake.

"Oh- uh..." You hesitate, "Hi."

He merely grunts and nods, and you shuffle slightly, your tail twitching.

"Are you here to... talk?" You ask him, taking a breath, "I- I didn't want the Kitchen Wizard to..."

"I know." He responds, understanding your desire for peace and horror at the Kitchen Wizard's death. "I understand. It's not your fault."

You look away, radiating discomfort as he closes the door behind him and approaches.

"Why are you still awake?" He asks.

"I could ask you the same thing," You reply, and hesitate before saying some more things, "But- uh- I'm a really light sleeper. My ears and eyes and stuff are really sensitive- mostly my ears- and I wake up from sounds easily. Usually I got these soundproof headphones on and earplugs in but... uh... don't have any of those here..."

You shrug. "I don't expect to sleep much here."

"...I see." He responds, as the voices tell him to do all sorts of things. He stands beside you, as you look out the window.

"...Blackrock is beautiful," You mention, attracting his gaze, "I wish I could've seen it back in my time..."

He stares at you, considering your words. "Why were you unable to travel to my kingdom?"

"..." You hesitate, "I've never had much money... it was really, really hard to get a job since I'm..." You hold up your hands, all four of them, "This. Most people are spooked by me."

You cross you arms and lean against the windowsill. "Everyone looks at me in one of three ways. In pity, in fear, or in anger."

You think for a moment. "...occasionally, kids look at me in awe. Not that often, though. So I guess four looks. But... no one ever looks at me like I'm normal. Like I'm a human. Like I'm a living, sentient being that deserves to exist. Never at first."

You grimace. "...it's why I don't want to fight. Because I'm no longer allowed to act in anger, to lash out. I'm not allowed to fight back against my assailants. I'm not allowed to yell or argue or scream."

"..." The King listens to your words, "Are you not angry?"

"...all the time." You admit, "I'm angry I have to struggle to do things anyone else can with ease. I'm angry I can't be looked at as normal and have to hide myself. I'm angry I'm not home. I'm really angry."

"Yet you do not express that." He notes, "Not in your expression nor your body."

"...only humans are allowed to be angry," You admit, "Once you're no longer one, acting in anger means you need to be put down like a rabid dog."

You rub your shoulder, avoiding looking at the King.

"..." He takes a breath, "I see..."

A silence falls between you two, but he never looks away from you.

"Why do you not sleep on the bed?" He asks you.

"Oh- I'm more used to couches." You admit, "Also, it just feels... weird sleeping in a bed. I've spent years on a couch. I don't know if I'm really allowed..."

You frown, "What if my horns scratch the headboard? Or I break something on the bed? It's harder to cuddle up against a corner and get comfortable too..."

"I see." The King muses, feeling a smile creep onto his face. He isn't sure why. "You worry a lot."

"Yeah... I do..." You admit.

"How do you feel about the quest you've been sent on?" He asks you.

"...is it wrong that I kinda... like it?" You ask, "I mean- I feel human being sent out to do something important, like I can matter and help people. And I like doing that."

"...you are truly good at heart." The King notes, "Loving despite all your struggles and hardships. Truly an admirable thing."

"R- really?" You ask, your face flushing, "Oh... thank you."

You glance away, embarrassed, as your tail wraps around your ankles.

...they're cute.

Actually... yeah, you're right.

I know! He should kiss them!

The King flinches at the voices suddenly changing their tune. No longer do many of them call for your death. Instead, they seem to crave to see more of you being "cute".

Genius!

Kiss the cute little monster!

Kiss! Kiss!

Go on, you know you want to, King!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

The King clears his throat, looking away from you. You glance up at him, and he has a hand over his face to hide his blush.

A silence hovers between you two, but this silence is comfortable.

"...I will see you in the morning," He tells you, "...sleep as well as you can, little bird."

"I will!" You say quickly, and the King leaves.

"...wait, I'm not a bird-"

--☆☆☆--

That morning, two guards escort you to the throne room. The King sits upon the throne, but he stands when you approach him.

He strides down the steps, stopping before you.

"...I've considered your words." He told you, "You are quite unlike any soul I've met in my time. You have come for a noble cause, seeking the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky."

He pauses for a moment, before continuing. "If you ever need anything upon your quest, you are welcome in Blackrock Castle or anywhere in my kingdom. I see greatness in your future, little bird, even if you will fade more trial and hardship. Take this as a token of my gratitude."

He gently hands you a card that reads "Call: Cruel King".

"If you are ever in need of my assistance, I promise to arrive the moment you use this card." He tells you, hesitating. "You don't have to go through this alone. That is something you have shown me."

He takes a breath, before offering you the Ice Dagger.

"Take this and return to Shedletsky." With shaking hands, you take the Ice Dagger, holding it in your hands.

Hi. :3

"Go forth, kind soul, as I will watch over you."

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cringyasf · 3 days ago

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Supermassive Black Hole

Werewolf! Yuji x Vampire! fReader

01: Little miss scare-all

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Yuji Itadori was fucking annoying, with his stench of a Stinky dog and his noisy presence, he was too social, and outgoing as hell, he was a Completely Magnet for people.

And you probably just would have ignored it like you did with all the wolves (and humans too) But there was something that set Yuji apart from others and that is that you could feel his gaze on you every damn moment, you didn't know if he thought you were stupid or if he just didn't care but whenever he was around his eyes were on you.

Maybe he was annoying as hell but you never confronted him, you preferred to go unnoticed even if you knew that most of the time you will receive unsolicited attention, you didn't even look back at him, you preferred to stay away from the werewolves, they were wild beasts, far inferior to humans and much more to vampires, not that you thought you were better, it was simply biology that confirmed that.

At least you both were not in the same grade, Yuji was a year below you, even if you studied at the same college you rarely had to share space with him.

That was until your bad luck made the university force all its students to take curricular classes because of "healthy coexistence" and shit like that you didn't care about, you probably would have been able to cope if it weren't for the fact that the stinky canine ended choosing the same class as you.

Even if you were something that could be called mystical and super natural fate wasn't something you believed in But there was no other way to call this Because Yuji was the only one who was late and the only free seat was next to you.

"Great." You heard him mumble under his breath as he entered the room, he reluctantly sat down next to you.His breathing was heavier than usual and you could feel the way his jaw tensed. You can't blame him you were also cursing internally you were just better to stay calm.

While everyone was talking to their friends or introducing themselves to their new classmates You didn't say anything and he didn't either, but you could feel how intense was his gaze on you, he wasn't discreet, that was for sure.

"Do you need something?" Your gaze was fixed on the board in front of you. He did not retreat, nor did he turn his face or look away.

He leaned over you and whispered, Tensely and slowly, you could feel his warm breath brush against your ear and you couldn't help but grimace.

"I don't like the Bloodsuckers." His voice was deeper than usual, not the same cheerful tone he used to speak to everyone else. Maybe he was trying to sound intimidating, but it wasn't succeeding with you.

"I know." And you didn't care because you didn't like the big dogs of the woods.

You always saw werewolves as ignorant and uncivilized creatures who were not able to camouflage themselves properly among humans, they were impulsive and emotional, the last thing you wanted was to cause a commotion.

They would never be vampires, even if they tried so bad.

"Stop making that face." the grimace of disgust on your face made him angry, he hated that you were so rude, he hated that you saw him as something to be trampled on.

"I can't help it, you stink." Yuji moved away from you, you heard him growl slightly.

You weren't trying to be rude (maybe yes, just a little) you were just too honest, wolves had a smell that vampires don't find pleasant at all and you had always felt that the scent of yuji was much more intense than other werewolves, you didn't find it entirely unpleasant, it was a different smell That you couldn't describe very well but when you mentioned it to Megumi he called you crazy and said that all wolves smell like shit and you just thought he was right.

You made your way through the forest, this was not your territory, vampires and wolves had well marked the line that each one was forbidden to cross, but the northern forest was running out of prey and the guardians were out of town so you thought that one or two deers wouldn't be missed so much in the southern forest.

You were hungry, you went weeks without tasting blood and no matter how hard you tried you had reached your limit, was this or you would end up biting someone.

Most vampires feed only with animal blood, if they want to live among humans they must adapt to their lifestyle and not kill them just to get a little snack.

The dry leaves crunched under your shoes, autumn was not your favorite season but it was not the most unpleasant either.

"What are you doing here?" Yuji's voice interrupted your walk. You had felt his presence for a while but had decided to ignore it. You turned and looked at him, face to face for the first time ever.

You looked him from the bottom to the top, you had never paid attention to him, he was tall and muscular, you knew that even if you never put your attention on him, wolves have superhuman strength but you can guess that Yuji has an extra in that "super". And Well, maybe Yuji Itadori wasn't as unpleasant as you wanted him to be.

"Just taking a walk."

"Bloodsuckers are not allowed to enter this forest." he muttered.

You took a step towards him and instinctively he backed away, even if he wanted to maintain that defiant attitude he was intimidated by your presence more than he would like to admit.

You were intimidating, all vampires were, but you crossed the line, you were scary but bewitching, you were pretty and attractive but also too mysterious and Haughty.

Yuji didn't understand how it was that no one had ever questioned if you were really human, there was no way that someone as mystical as you was a person.

You just raised an eyebrow at his action,

"I'm not looking for a fight."

"Then get out of here." Your gaze made his voice tremble slightly but he didn't back down, standing as steady as he could, he wasn't going to let a simple leech scare him.

You were someone who avoided conflicts, not because you were a coward but because you were too lazy to fight.

If you had been the only one hungry, you would probably just get out of there, but your whole family was suffering from that lack of blood, and if they continued like that it would be completely disastrous.

So you just turned around and walked to your destiny leaving yuji behind you.

"Come here." He followed you, with three long steps he came to your side. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry."

"Then go to the north."

"It's rare to see deers there this time of year."

"Well, I'm not going to let you hunt here." Yuji had been entrusted with the very important task of guarding the forest, it was the first mission he was given and he did not want to disappoint the leader.

He admired him, he hoped one day to be like him and take his role and for that he would have to show him that he is the perfect Successor.

Yuji wasn't violent, even if he looked like it from the way he growled at you and watched every move you do like a Predator, the reality is that he could never attack you.

"A deer won't make a difference to your kind" Yuji hated that you were being so stubborn and hard to scare, he wanted to command respect but you treated him as if you weren't even the slightest bit afraid probably because you really weren't.

He grabbed your wrist and made you stop, but he let go of you almost immediately.

"God, you're cold as a dead body."

"Wow, Why would that be?" He rolled his eyes, while it hadn't been the smartest comment because you were actually kinda dead, that didn't give you the right to be a complete smart-ass.

"just don't do anything stupid, I can help you."

You Raised an eyebrow, you didn't know if he was playing or if he was just stupid because a werewolf would never offer help to a vampire, it was a natural law. "How?"

"I'll do it, I'll take the meat for my pack and you can keep the blood, it was going to be a waste anyway." Blood would never be a waste but someone as uneducated as he could never understand it.

There was no trick, Yuji was amble, even if he see you as a murderous monster, he couldn't deprive you of food, and you seemed too determined to do it with permission or not, so better be the one to take care of it and let no one find out that a vampire invaded the territory while he was supposed to be protecting it with his life.

It was an annoying day, well maybe having spent that afternoon with Yuji in the forest was more fun than you expected, maybe you laughed a couple of times, maybe he told you that you looked better without your bitter bitch face, maybe deep down you thought it had been nice, he was nice.

But just maybe, because he was still a stray dog you'd never have around.

And to him you were a merciless bloodsucker that he was only going to tolerate.

The next day it was you who was late, you sat next to Yuji and once again his gaze was on you, but this time it was very different, he looked surprised and confused. You didn't understand what was happening, you thought that after having talked to you yesterday he would stop behaving like a bully.

"Did you miss something?"

"You look different."

"Is it a bad thing?"

"No but, God, you look perfect, it's terrifying." he had always found you terrifyingly pretty, there was something about you that made you stand out Even over the rest of the vampires, you were simply magical But right now you were perfect, not metaphorically, you literally looked perfect.

Your skin was much brighter, your eyes were bigger and more colorful, your cheeks were slightly pink, your hair was shinier, your lips were plumper and glossy.

It wasn't just that you had decided to change your makeup or hairstyle, you had made a 180° turn overnight.

"I know."

Yuji chuckled. "Conceited."

"More like realistic." You joked, not that you were the nicest in the world, you were aware of that but Yuji made joking feel easier.

"But really, what happened to you?" he was really intrigued, you could see in his eyes the same curiosity with which children ask those things they don't know.

"I hadn't fed for weeks and when that happens vampires usually look more dead, I guess I just revived." Blood not only helped them stay alive, It gave them life in some way, the blood lack had the same effect that lack of sleep and food would do to a human it affects physical and mentally.

"Leech." You couldn't help but frown at that, to compare you to such a short animal was a complete disrespect to your ancestors and to yourself.

"Leech? Please, my lineage comes from Aristocrats and kings, if anyone is going to be compared to something so low it should be you because the closest thing you have as cousins are dogs." A little smile appeared on Yuji's lips, you were too arrogant and proud but adorable somehow.

"You know," He rests his face on his palm, while his little smile turns into an arrogant one. "If I'm going to continue to help you, you should consider being a little kinder."

Don't ask him for help, you didn't think he would help you but it's not like you were going to complain, you needed to feed yourself and your family or probably everyone would go crazy.

And well, it's not that Yuji's presence was still Completely unpleasant for you.

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>comments, suggestion and feedback are welcome.

>Sorry if there are any grammar errors, English is not my language.

>Thanks for reading.

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drsheperd-bartley18 · 3 days ago

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Ask: you could do own where Aaliyah is caught drinking and smoking or they find a vape in her room.

Hope you like it! I'm on my period so even if you don't lie to me I might cry. Also, I didn't reread it so if there are errors please ignore it.

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Vape

It was laundry day at the Bueckers’ household. Usually, Azzi did her and Paige’s laundry and Aaliyah did hers, but Azzi felt like being a good mother and helping her teenage daughter out.

When Azzi walked in she could already tell something was off. The room was insanely clean, too clean for someone raised by her wife. It was clean everywhere but her hamper was overflowing. So many clothes there was no way that there were only two weeks' worth of dirty clothes.

“Lord” Azzi said playfully as she started sorting through the clothes. When she reached the bottom something colorful and plastic caught her eye. Reaching down Azzi picked it to further inspect it.

It was a vape. Hidden. Azzi was upset. They had a very important rule in this house.

Taking a deep breath Azzi grabbed the dirty clothes and walked downstairs.

Paige was in the kitchen trying to chug one of the green smoothies Azzi makes everyone drink once a day. She looked over and goofily smiled at her wife with smoothie remnants still above her lip “ Hey, Mama, you doing Aaliyah’s too? What you tryna steal my shot for mom of the year?”

Azzi didn't say anything.

Frowning, Paige wiped her face, got up from her seat, and walked over to her “Az, you good?”

Azzi pulled the vape out of her pocket and showed it to her.

Paige’s face fell.

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Aaliyah had just gotten home from school walked straight to the kitchen ready to eat when she saw both her parents sitting at the table giving her looks that could only be labeled as pure disappointment.

Aaliyah froze.

“Hey…Guys. What's wrong?” she said slowly.

Paige held up the vape pen, “You wanna tell us why we just found this in your room”

“Wait… it isn't what it looks like I swear, Mama,” their daughter said scrambling.

Azzi gave her a look. She didn't say anything. She didn't yell. She just looked at her.

“Mom, I swear it's not mine, Maria must have left,” the girl said, scared.

Azzi's face softened; she had never seen her daughter act like this. Her daughter had never lied to her so blatantly. “ Liyah, you don't have to lie to us, we love you. We just want to make sure you're okay”

Aaliyah's shoulders slumped. “I didn't want to, everyone else was doing it, and I only did it once though. It hurt too much”

Leaning forward Paige asked, “Why’d you keep it then?”

“I don't know. I've been really stressed lately and they kept saying it would help you know calm me down some, but I couldn't do it”

Azzi slowly shook her head. “You're an athlete. You have D1 offers already. You would throw all that away instead of just talking to us. How are we supposed to get you help if you don't let us know you're stressed out? We've been through this stuff to you know. We understand the pressure, but this cancer stick is not gonna help you”

“I know” Aaliyah says with tears rimming her eyes, “I didn't mean to mess up.”

“We know you didn't”, Paige says. “But you did. You don't have to be perfect but you do have to tell the truth. We can not trust you if you are not honest with us”

Aaliyah nodded her head “I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have lied”

“Good and you’ll have a lot of time to reflect on this cause you're grounded,” Azzi says getting up and walking up to her with her hand out.

Reaching into her pocket Aaliyah took her phone out and handed it to her. Azzi grabs it and pulls her into a hug.”This doesn't mean we don't love you, we just need to make sure you fully understand our need for honesty.”

Aaliyah buried her head in her mom's shoulder and started crying. At this Paige gets up and walks over to her girls and places her arm on her daughter’s back softly rubbing up and down. “Your mom’s right, we love you some much but we can't pretend this didn't happen”

“I understand. I'm gonna earn your trust back, I promise”

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I low-key didn't know how to end this so sorry if it's bad.

#paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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queersyourgender · 14 hours ago

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hi !! can you do something for john shen? where reader is usually calm and collected, speaking in a low tone so everyone around them will remain calm as well, but when the ambulances bring a bunch of people into the pitt with injuries after a fight broke out between groups who support different teams (you can pick the sport idk) they're the one to yell at the people wreaking havoc as everyone tries to work, which instantly shuts the patients up and john cant stop staring at them with heart eyes for the rest of the shift ((and the others notice))

sorry if it's too big and specific :(

Quiet Down — John Shen x GN!Reader

Notes: Never apologize for a req, me darl!! I'm happy to receive it regardless of details <3 Unfortunately the fic itself turned out rather short, so I hope you can forgive me for that! Mentions of bruises and stab wounds ^^

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You have a headache.

Patients were spilling off stretchers, EMTs shouting vitals mid-step, and somewhere behind curtain two, someone was yelling bloody murder. The fight that had broken out at the Pirates–Phillies tailgate had sent a dozen fans from both sides into the ER with concussions, stab wounds, and no shortage of pride still intact.

“You fuckin’ Phillies!” One man shouts, from where he's being rolled on a fucking gurney by Perlah further into the ER for his unnaturally bent arm, at another man in a similar position. “You snowflakes can't take a fuckin’ loss, can you?! Just had to cause a ruckus!”

“We're not the ones who started this, dickwad!” The man shouts back, moving to reach for the other as he rolls past him. Donnie swats at his arms like he's a particularly pesky fly and manhandles him back onto his stretcher.

The person behind curtain two is still shouting, and you can tell it's not from pain. He's cussing, yes, but it's not at the doctor treating him, but rather at the patient in the next curtain over, tasteless expletives rolling off his tongue with practiced ease.

Your headache grows, but you focus on cleaning the head wound in front of you. An old drunkard that's thankfully conscious and quiet, looking at you with something along the lines of pity in his eyes, like he can tell you're about to snap.

Nobody else seems to give a damn about it, though, as the shouting from the patients and their family members grows louder with each passing second. And you know you're the calm, cool, and collected one, the one that can ease any growing panic with vibes alone, but even you have limits.

The straw that breaks the camel's back is when a woman gets up in John's face, your John, and starts screaming about her very lightly bruised teenage boy needing more attention than the man with the literal stab wound that he's treating.

“If you'll excuse me for just a moment, sir,” you tell the man you're stitching the head of, who shrugs and gives you a go ahead gesture like he knows what you're about to do. You give him a polite, thankful smile, then turn around to face the general populace of the ER.

“Will everybody please quiet down?!”

A hush falls over the emergency room as every head suddenly turns to you, all equally alarmed. “We are trying to help everyone, and we can't do that with you screaming at us,” you announce, pointedly facing the woman standing in front of John with a sharp glare.

She shrinks back just slightly, and John blinks at you with big eyes. You miss his completely dumbfounded expression, however, as you turn to the two men on the gurneys to speak to them too. One of them opens his mouth to say something, probably to protest that they didn't start it or some such, but you shove an accusing finger in his face and give one sharp order.

“Behave!”

He quiets and looks away, muttering something beneath his breath about not being a dog. And yet he obeys the command all the same, arms petulantly crossed over his chest as he finally lets Donnie take a proper look at his swollen black eye.

Perlah covers her snort with a cough and continues wheeling the man with the broken arm down the hall. As she walks past John, she leans over and whispers: “You'll catch flies, Dr. Shen,” and laughs when his teeth noisily clack shut in his haste to look unbothered.

#the pitt #the pitt x reader #x reader #john shen x reader #john shen #perlah alawi #donnie donahue #dunno if i should be tagging them but i do love them so

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itwillbethescarletwitch · 16 hours ago

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My Heart Will Go On

bob floyd x fem!reader

part 2 to More Than This

Bob never wanted to get out of the car.

The engine was still running, but the world outside was quiet except for distant birds and the soft rustle of wind through trees.

He stared at the heavy wooden doors of the chapel ahead — solid, unyielding, like the weight pressing on his chest.

Every heartbeat echoed in the hollow space where his heart used to be.

He swallowed hard and kept his hands folded tightly in his lap.

Phoenix leaned over from the passenger seat, her hand resting lightly on his arm, a gentle touch that barely broke through his wall of silence.

“You don’t have to pretend this isn’t killing you,” she murmured.

Bob’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “I’m fine.”

Her eyes searched his face. “You’re not.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he opened the car door, the cold air rushing in like a shock.

If he stayed another second, he knew he’d turn the key, put the car in drive, and never come back.

But he didn’t.

⸻

Inside, soft murmurs floated through the bright, airy chapel.

Guests were finding their seats, whispering politely as they adjusted their dresses and suits.

Rows of pristine white flowers lined the aisle, delicate petals catching the light.

The air smelled like fresh roses and something too sweet — a scent that twisted Bob’s stomach into knots.

He took a deep breath and lowered himself carefully into the second pew.

Rooster and Fanboy flanked him like silent protectors, their faces unreadable.

Hangman stood at the aisle’s edge, arms crossed, watching with the kind of hard, steady gaze that made Bob feel less alone.

No one said a word.

They didn’t need to.

Everyone knew why Bob was here — to watch the woman he loved marry someone else.

Every night in my dreams,

I see you, I feel you,

That is how I know you go on.

His hands clenched tightly in his lap, trying not to tremble.

He had no idea how he was supposed to survive this.

⸻

Behind the heavy doors at the back of the chapel, you stood in a haze of white tulle.

Your veil brushed your cheek with each ragged, uneven breath.

Your mother fussed quietly with the train of your dress, smiling through tears she tried to hide.

“Oh, sweetheart, you look so happy.”

You tried to smile, but your lips wouldn’t obey.

Far across the distance,

And spaces between us,

You have come to show you go on.

No matter how far you tried to run, no matter how much you convinced yourself this was the right choice, your heart kept circling back to one person.

Bob.

The doors opened.

⸻

Bob thought he was ready.

He wasn’t.

You stepped into the doorway, bouquet clenched so tight your knuckles had gone white.

Your eyes — shining, wet — found his immediately.

His entire world turned inside out.

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

You took one step forward. Then another.

With every inch you moved closer to the altar, Bob felt the world slip further away.

⸻

Your fiancé stood waiting, looking calm and certain.

Bob envied him and hated him all at once.

You reached the end of the aisle.

Your father pressed a kiss to your cheek, pride shining in his eyes.

The officiant smiled warmly as you took your place across from the man everyone thought you’d chosen.

Bob bowed his head, unable to meet your gaze.

Once more, you open the door,

And you’re here in my heart,

And my heart will go on and on.

⸻

The officiant’s voice cut through the ringing silence in Bob’s ears.

“We gather today to join these two in matrimony…”

The words blurred into meaningless noise.

He noticed only the way your hand trembled in your fiancé’s grasp.

The slight shaking of your shoulders.

The way your eyes darted back to the pews — searching.

Searching for him.

⸻

“Do you, Daniel, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Bob held his breath, the room shrinking down to a pinpoint of silence.

“I do.”

Your fiancé’s voice was clear, unwavering.

The officiant turned toward you.

“And do you—”

Your hand slipped from Daniel’s.

The room fell completely silent.

Bob felt every eye swing to you like a spotlight.

Your lip quivered uncontrollably.

Tears spilled down your face in quiet, heartbreaking streams.

⸻

Love can touch us one time,

And last for a lifetime,

And never let go ’til we’re gone.

The officiant’s voice softened.

“Do you take this man…”

You pressed a trembling hand over your mouth and shook your head once. Twice.

“I—I can’t.”

Daniel’s brow furrowed. “What?”

A broken sob tore through your chest.

“I can’t.”

⸻

Gasps rippled through the chapel.

Bob went cold all over, every nerve raw and exposed.

Daniel’s voice sharpened, laced with anger.

“What the hell are you saying?”

Your voice cracked under the weight of it all.

“I’m sorry. I thought—I thought if I tried hard enough, I could be who you needed.”

You wiped your tears with trembling fingers.

“But I can’t. Because there are three people in this marriage. And it isn’t fair to you.”

Daniel’s jaw clenched tight.

“Who is it?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

Love was when I loved you,

One true time I’d hold to,

In my life, we’ll always go on.

You opened your eyes and looked straight at Bob.

⸻

The entire chapel seemed to turn toward him.

Bob sat frozen, heart thundering in his chest.

“Floyd?” Daniel spat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You sobbed harder, shoulders shaking with the weight of the truth.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I can’t pretend I don’t love him.”

Daniel’s face twisted in fury.

“You’d throw this away for that pathetic bastard?”

Hangman rose slowly, voice cold and low.

“You better watch your mouth.”

Rooster stood beside him, arms crossed, a wall of silent strength.

Daniel laughed, ugly and scornful.

“I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be.”

⸻

Bob stood, because he couldn’t bear sitting a second longer.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly, voice breaking. “Not here.”

Daniel’s nostrils flared, fury radiating from every pore. “Stay out of this!”

“Hey,” Hangman barked, stepping forward. “You have a problem, you take it outside.”

Daniel lunged forward.

Bob barely had time to brace before Hangman intercepted, shoving him back.

The pews erupted in shouts and gasps.

People rose to their feet, some grabbing their phones, others holding their breath.

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

⸻

Amid the chaos, you stood alone at the altar, trembling, sobbing.

Your bouquet slipped from your grasp, falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Your veil loosened and slipped from your hair.

You pressed your hand over your chest as if trying to hold your heart together.

Bob took a slow step toward you.

And then another.

Until your tear-filled eyes met his, shimmering red and full of pain.

And you took a step toward him.

⸻

Once more, you open the door,

And you’re here in my heart,

And my heart will go on and on.

Hangman threw Daniel back into Rooster’s arms and turned sharply to Bob, voice cutting through the noise.

“Get your girl and get the hell out of here.”

Bob reached out, hand shaking.

You didn’t hesitate.

You took his hand like it was the only thing you trusted.

⸻

As you turned your back on the ruined flowers, the stunned faces, the life you were supposed to want, Bob pulled you close.

And for the first time, he didn’t care who saw.

Because some love didn’t end at the altar.

It didn’t end at all.

You’re here, there’s nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on.

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webbvidd · 3 days ago

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So, having finished Worm, here are a few of my thoughts written down. WARNING THAT I’m not a skilled media analyst or anything like that lol! I like drawing and thinking about stories, but I’m definitely not a wordsmith or the best character or plot understander there is. I’m just another guy

The way I kept describing this story to my friends is that it truly is a story where Everything Can Always Get Worse, and IT WILL. consistent levels of destruction of human and Natural life on unimaginable scales, since the very beginning of the story, since before leviathan even. You can have different opinions on it, but it does take balls to call the bluff and actually hit the Nuke Everyone button when you set up a world ending threat. It was just always always upping the stakes, the intensity always getting higher, but never empty threats because shit would always actually go down. Which is very different than what you typically see in mainstream media, where dangers are largely empty promises and often are Too Big to feel like they would actually happen.

Maybe worm went to the other extreme end, where human life was traded away a little too willy nilly, without a real moment to sit with the consequences of just how far reaching the effects of every single death extend, let alone on a scale that big. The closest is a moment where, I think it was Theo or Taylor contemplating a little ski resort town that was completely wiped off the map by the SlaughterHouse Nine after they awoke from hibernation, where they took a moment to think about the scale of it. Where even if it’s one tiny town in the middle of nowhere, so much of the population all over the earth at least knew someone who knew someone who died here, because at the end of the day it’s still an Entire Town, and people are so interconnected. I don’t know, maybe I think it needed a few more moments like that, to really feel the gravity of the destruction. Maybe Ward is more that kind of story, I don’t know. I’m told the sequel is slower paced and more focused on the slow grueling recovery aspect that happens after Disaster, so maybe it’s just that the sequel is what completes it in that sense.

Regarding Gold Morning: I appreciate how when Taylor went to panacea to ask for all the limits of her power to be removed, there was no like. Moment of pause where Taylor stopped to contemplate, hmm damn I’m really about to do this? Or to think in depth about the risks. Like, almost casullly before anyone notices she’s doing it, she irreparably changes her physiology and breaks her mind. I like this, because of course Taylor wouldn’t take a moment to breathe before pulling the trigger. It’s all been forward momentum since the moment she came to terms with the facts she’d have to sacrifice everything way back in the graveyard with her mom. She’s Known and been Prepared to fuck up her entire life and even other people‘s for the greater good, so her just going for it really hammered in that feeling of non stop tunnel vision for the End Goal and that, oh, everything has been building to this actually.

Kephri was outstanding. The execution of it, everything. I’m not sure I have much to say that isn’t already present in the text: how the transformations took away everything important to her, her ability to understand language when being well read in English is so fundamental to how she views the world, her ability to recognize the people she loves, her humanity, her peace. Just watching a trainwreck in slow motion.

Epilogue was able to sneak in a last few gut punches, of course. Brian’s death. I kind of was vauguely spoiled that he would die, but to know it was on the oil rig and that him coming to visit Taylor on her sick bed was a lie by Lisa did Hit Hard, I’ll have to admit. Because I personally was really really comforted by that thought, of, oh he still came to visit her and then he retired. It was so calming. And Khepri protecting that cabin with all her might and just.. ugh.

Okay. Hopefully I don’t get shot by firing squad for this, but I don’t think I would’ve minded if Taylor had just died. Like, no epilogue, Contessa sniped her, she’s done. It’s horrible, of course, but I think I was very at peace with it narratively. Not because of any moralizing opinions of her deserving it or death being better or any edgy stuff like that just. It would have been sad and that’s exactly the kind of story Worm has been. Tragic, and having sacrificed her life in every way a life can be sacrificed for something bigger than her, you know? Just, laying down in the hole she dug for herself, for the sake of this goal, that she actually pulled off. At the cost of a lot.

THAT BEING SAID. For all that I’m sadistic to my favorite blorbos and seem to prefer when they suffer, Thematically I’m so so glad she did get that chance of retiring peacefully with her dad. That even after all the horrors, she does get a shot at normalcy and happiness, actually. Weather she deserves it or not. that even after something as fucked as that, people aren’t monsters and can deserve recovery and healing. It’s a much better moral in the message it trasmits to an audience, rather than just an Epic Tragic Doomed Inglorious Death In Battle ending. So it’s important she did get her chance at Real Life.

More overall…. I like worm. Like, the world of it. I like its expansiveness and the wide cast of characters. I’ve always preferred stories that have A Lot of characters, where each of them feel Real and Interesting with their own internal reasons for being the way they are. If I have any gripes, it’s mostly with the writing style or execution of the story, but the Plots and Characters and Ideas are all mostly solid to me.

If I’m honest,I don’t think there’s a single character in worm I can honestly say I hate. The worst I can say if that some of them are less fun to me than others, like for example Jack Slash’s a little trite, but i genuinely have a great appreciation for all of the cast. Some with empathy, I can understand where they come from, and at the very least I find them captivating in that Car Crash sort of way. I think a lot about Emma and Sophia, I can appreciate the human ego and attempt at redemption in Defiant, I think of Amy and Bonesaw and Doctor Mother and so many more just. Idk I really can’t name any character given more than a few paragraphs of development that I have Hate for, which is feel is a testament to good characters that almost none of them are too one note, and are all interesting in some way.

(Okay, wait, E88, The merchants and heartbreaker and all of them, I do have distaste for, but they’re so superficial Bad Charcaters they’re really not worth thinking about to me. I dislike them, sure, but they’re not complex or prominent enough for me to Hate. They’re just Evil Filler, so to speak.)

one thing I will say is that I have questions. So many. Like for the entirety of the serial. Some big overarching plot questions, but just moment to moment in the individual scenes i kept experiencing this general confusion about what was happening. Maybe my English has degraded in recent years, but I feel like Wildbow’s prose and way of describing things is so needlessly convoluted and vague so much of the time. I kept experiencing this feeling of, okay, I don’t understand what is happening or what is being said, but I trust that eventually things will become clear and elaboration will be provided. And sometimes it did! Sometimes the POV character would realize what was going on and things would make sense in retrospect, but a lot of times they WOULDNT. and I'm not entirely sure if that's because Taylor is meant to not have understood them , or just I as a reader didn't get it.

And then Ward complicated things, because I’ll now read the wiki for clarification without fear of spoilers but this is still all gibberish to me. But I'm noticing that maybe I'm not the only one, and people kept asking for clarification from Wildbow, but then no one actually respects what he has to say 😭 which, fair

I still have a few lingering doubts or opinions, but worm is So Fucking Big that I’ll have to sit on it more. This is just what I thought regarding the ending that I can remember right now. So if anything I said is not fandom politically correct, kindly remember I’m just a tiny baby and don’t tear me to pieces too bad for it. But to close. I really loved worm !!!! Obviously because I can’t stop fuckin drawing it lol. And I’d love to talk to more people about it !

#worm parahumans #wormblr

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