#request for em 💙

[billys-pretty-babe]

dom billy cuddling sub anxious reader. fluff ending with smut to make reader feel better

if you don’t like this feel free to change it around. In the middle of the night reader starts crying feeling anxious, which wakes billy up. He snuggles up next to her all like ‘hey hey. whats wrong baby?’ Him just super protective, cuddling reader, wiping her tears away. Constantly touching her being all cuddly snuggle his head into her neck being all touchy like a teddy bear grinding his hard dick against her( trying to make her feel better cus THEYRE both horny animals)🥺❤️

Billy’s dominance is there even if he’s being soft. He is rational but his girlfriend is an anxious mess- constantly worried about everything, never feeling at peace and just depressed in general. Billy sighs and man handles reader ontop of his body so her back is against his chest. He gives advices becoming stern( because it’s the only way she can understand), and tells her that she needs to learn to become strong in life. Not be a weak mess, making up fake problems in her head, just comforting her but kinda like in a serious way because she needs to be told ‘harshly’ otherwise she doesn’t understand, all whilst touching her sensitive nipples hehe, making her squirm ‘b-billy no�� ‘shhh it’s okay I’ve got you. I’m always here for you’.

Subby reader whines and billy cooes her telling her everything will be okay. ‘Let me make you feel better’.And he rubs her puffy pussy, sleepily praising her for being such a good girl and they fall asleep cuddling❤️ THIS IS SUCH A MESS LMAO I CAN CHANGE IT IF U WANT BHEHEJD

i had to sit and think on this for a while to really think about how to go about this.

Good

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^^^^

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics (very light because i've never written dom!billy before), smut implications, smut

Word count : 1,170

The room was filled with soft pants, the two of you trying to catch your breath as you looked up at the ceiling. Billy laid beside you on his stomach, his left hand reaching out and pulling you close, coddling you, making sure he didn't hurt you in the throes of passion.

Billy was always soft on you, he had a very hard exterior but when the two of you were alone, he was the biggest softie, his blue eyes always soft. He ran his hand over your hair, giving your temple a kiss as he spoke softly to you, rubbing your stomach with his hand, doing his best to lull you to sleep as you cuddled further into his body, seeking the warmth that you had felt for a near hour, your body craving his body against yours.

Your eyes snapped open; your heart was heavy as your mind ran a million miles an hour. Your boyfriend was sleeping, his loud snores filled the room. Tears fell, and you did nothing to stop them. Maybe you weren't good tonight. How did you have your hands positioned on him? How deep did you scratch? Did you draw blood on him?

The thoughts wouldn't stop and didn't stop until Billy's warm hand gently tightened on your hip as the bed shifted a little as he moved closer to you, resting his head beside yours on your pillow. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his voice gravelly from sleep. You shook your head, looking ahead at the sheer white curtains, looking at the moon and how it's light shone into the small bedroom.

His hand left your hip to wipe your tears, his thumb softly stroking your cheek as his index finger did all of the work. "Baby," he said again, "what's wrong? You have to tell me so I can make it better." His hips shifted behind you and your body reacted, your butt moving back to press directly against him, and he groaned into the pillow.

"Uh uh," he gently scolded, "tell me first and then, we'll go for a second round." You sighed, beginning to tell him your feelings, how you felt like you did the wrong things tonight. His hands moved down to your chest, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. "Look, listen to me, alright?" You nodded, still pushing your hips back, trying to get just a little friction to satiate that deep need for him.

"Your brain," he brought an index finger up and gently tapped your forehead, "makes up things to make you feel bad, alright? You did nothing wrong; you've never done anything wrong when we have sex. You start freaking out at the littlest things and baby, no one expects you to be perfect and make no mistakes. I'm the biggest fuck up in the world, but I don't dwell on my mistakes unless they have something to do with you. You're always so skittish anywhere we go, you don't talk to people, and you play the safest option so that no one looks at you. I love you, I genuinely do, but baby, you've got to learn how to get out there. I'm not going to be here to protect you forever."

You gulped; you knew he was right about everything. You hated speaking up for yourself, Billy always did that for you. You hated attention, except when it came from your boyfriend, you loved it then. "I'm sorry," you said softly. "What are you apologizing for," he asked, squeezing you a little tighter, releasing your body with one of his arms as his thumb traced around your breast, his lips now on your shoulder as he spoke, giving you brief tiny kisses when it was your turn to speak.

You shrugged, "I don't know." He laughed softly, kissing where your arm met your shoulder. "There's nothing to apologize for. Sometimes you just get worked up for nothing, just try and calm yourself down and think if it's worth it, alright?" You nodded. "I love you," he said, kissing the back of your neck, letting his lips linger. "I love you too." He smiled against your skin.

His left hand snaked down your stomach, caressing right below your belly button. "Is it okay if I go further?" You nodded and opened your legs just enough for his hand to find purchase between your thighs. You whimpered at his cold fingers made contact with your clit. He tsked softly in your ear, "So wet when you were crying." You laughed, a soft sniffled escaping as well. "You were grinding on me, couldn't help getting wet." He laughed, kissing the shell of your ear.

His finger rubbed circled on the top of your clit as you squirmed in his hold, and he tightened his hand on you a little. "Stop moving, tell me what you need." Your left leg wound up between his legs, spreading your legs just a little more. "Need your fingers." He laughed, "You have them." He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted to hear it.

"Inside, need them inside." He nodded, "Good girl." One finger, then two fingers were inside you, immediately curling up, right against that sweet spot. A high-pitched moan escaped your mouth, back arching just a little, your cheat moving quickly. Billy knew what he was doing when it came to your body, he knew how to dram out orgasm after orgasm with the right spots and he knew exactly where they were located.

"Easy, just let it happen. I can feel you clenching around my fingers. I got you, let go for me." You whined, head falling back at his words. He was the king of dirty talk and talking you through an orgasm, which you were thankful for in moments like these, late night fingering sessions, late night hand jobs or blowjobs.

His right hand rubbed your stomach as your body succumbed to the pleasure as he continued talking you through your orgasm. You came down from your high and he kissed you. "Atta girl, good job." He eased his fingers out of you considering how sensitive you were, having received two orgasms from his earlier in the night, and a third just now.

"Thank you," you said as you caught your breath a little, getting your heart to slow down. He laughed, "For what?" You shrugged, "The talk, the orgasm, all of it." He laughed, kissing the back of your head once again, "You're welcome." He wiped his sticky fingers on the inside of your thigh and cuddled with you once more. "You don't want anything?" He shook his head, his eyes already fluttering shut. "Sleep is what I want, we'll fuck again before breakfast, if you're up to it."

You smiled, putting your hand over his, "Okay." He smiled, pulling the blanket a little higher over the two of you, his thumb rubbing your stomach, making you fall back asleep, your body awaiting the pleasure that it would receive at the crack of dawn.

[mischefous]

👆this is me when i see ur art

HJKAKFKEKKAKEHFJK this lowkey jumpscared me XD, just me scrolling through my asks and BOO! SKELETON WITH BULGING EYES

on the other hand, this is me seeing all the lovely kind words about my art, it brings happy tears to my eyes. THANK YOU EVERYONE!!! I LOVE YOU ⋆⭒˚.⋆💙

[solojihyo]

hi isai!!! i'm here to request a han jisung gifset (are we even surprised😭) ii don't have a preference as to what you gif, but it would be cute if you wanted to gif your fave fancam of him 💕 ~ em

hi em !!! originally i was going to gif a maniac fancam because that is my favorite jisung but then i found such a cute domino fancam and i couldn’t resist giffing it <33 so here you go i hope you like it hehe

[veaspo]

Hiii!! I was wondering if you could do a toby, Liu and Jeff with an s/o with big bosoms ( boobs >:)) 😈😈

yall are getting freaky with these requests n im all for it🙏🏼

-fem reader!¡

-established relationship¡!

-kinda smutty guys

CREEPYPASTAS X READER WITH BIG BOOBS

TOBIAS ROGERS/TICCI TOBY

-on his freaking knees dude

-when you guys are asleep, he def lays his head on em

-if you're wearing a tanktop, he will NOT stop staring at your tits

-loves any position he can see them in

LIU WOODS/HOMICIDAL LIU

-lowk the same as toby

-just wont make it as obvious

-he loves staring at them though, just not like RIGHT INFRONT OF YOU

-he does have his moments where your boobs are all he wants and yall will stay in bed that entire day with his head on one boob, and his hand under your shirt just resting on the other one.

-he favors positions where he can see them but he also likes some positions where he cant 😔

JEFFERY WOODS/JEFF THE KILLER

-in love with them

-probably more than hes in love with you

-if hes not cumming in you, hes cumming on your boobs

-only likes positions where he can grab em

-guys i feel like hes into tit fucking😰🙏🏼

-he will come up behind you when you're cooking and just put his face in your neck and his hands under your shirt

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guys i kinda want start writing for life is strange too, should i?

feel free to leave requests and tips!💙

[mrmeowski]

Hello~ I just read ur work "Can I" and aughhhh im falling in love with my biases more XD If it alright, could i make 2 requests and you can choose either one or both of em? the characters are fr dan heng, aventurine, dr ratio, jiaoqiu, jing yuan and ae!sunday 1. Them with a s/o who is sensitive to the cold but they refuse to complain to him thinking it may bother them. like how'd they

2. Them with a s/o who wants to exchange bites of food or sweets with them (they have one food and the boi has another that they wanna try basically so they askin fr a nibble). Tempted to see the fluffy behaviours or maybe teasing ones whichever u assume And just in case, I apologise if its too much wrk XP

.🍮♠💙

˚✧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞✧˚

Synopsis: You’ve always caught colds quicker than others, and even when you’re uncomfortable, you struggle to speak up, prioritizing others over yourself. But what happens when you meet someone who makes your well-being theirt utmost priority?

CW: Coughing blood [Jing Yuan], injured soldiers [Jiaoqiu], slight character backstory spoilers [Aventurine, Jiaoqiu], slight suggestive

A/N: Hey Anon!! I'm really glad you liked my work and I'll be making both of your requests becuase they look sooo fun to make☺️ And since I'm dried up of HSR ideas

Word Count: 6.5k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Aventurine [1.4k] 💜༻✧ Dan Heng [872] 🧡༻✧ Dr. Ratio [827] 💜༻✧ Jiaoqiu [985] 🧡༻✧ Jing Yuan [1.1k] 💜༻✧ Sunday [1.4k]

⋇⊰AVENTURINE⊱⋇

Sigonia-IV was a harsh world, its sun scorching during the day and its nights plunging into a cold that felt as though it could freeze your very bones. The people here learned to adapt, to survive under the relentless heat by day and the bitter chill by night.

But for you, the balance was difficult, especially during the cold nights when your body felt as if it were being shredded by the freezing temperatures. You could barely get any sleep, constantly waking in discomfort, wrapped in whatever rags you could find to keep yourself warm.

Your friend, Kakavasha was always the one to notice when you’d start wearing down, never letting you hide it for too long.

"Man, [Name]... you look awful." He pinched your cheek one morning as you rubbed your eyes, groaning as you tried to shake off the exhaustion.

"Shut up," you hissed, swatting his hand away.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the weight of the bags under them. You'd been running on fumes for days, the sleepless nights piling up on you.

His laughter following you as you walked through the dusty streets.

“You know, [Name]... we should skip the labor for the day. Your birthday’s coming up, riiight?”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes again, trying to ignore how tired you really were.

“...You know we can’t,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him.

You knew how it would go. The labor was constant here. There was no such thing as a break unless you could afford it—and you couldn’t. Not on Sigonia-IV.

"Augh, come on, look at you!" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, forcing you to look at him. His grin was cheeky, a playful glint in his eyes. "You look like a corpse! Just.. one day. I know a spot!"

His persistence made you sigh in defeat. You’d been too exhausted to argue, and deep down, you knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.

“Fine,” you said, giving in with a resigned shrug. "But only this time." His eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could brace yourself, he’d grabbed your arm, pulling you along as he charged forward.

“Wait—” you stammered, struggling to match his pace as you stumbled over the uneven ground, nearly tripping on rocks and loose debris. “V-Vasha, hold up!” But he either didn’t hear you or chose to ignore your plea, his laughter ringing out as he weaved through the sparse crowd.

Soon, the noise and remnants of the town faded, and you found yourself surrounded by open, barren land. The sun blazed overhead, intense enough that you had to pull your hood up to shield yourself from its harsh rays, but heseemed unfazed by the heat, charging ahead with an energy that felt endless.

“Are we close?” You panted, but he only grinned, slowing down just enough to keep the mystery alive.

You trailed him along a path winding up the side of a rocky slope. The terrain was uneven but soon you found yourself climbing higher until the view stretched out into something unexpected.

You were speechless, mouth slightly open as you gazed at the sight before you.

The endless expanse of desert and mountains glowed under the skies painted in a deep hues of red, purple, and a soft, golden orange that radiated from the sun. Feathery clouds streaked across the sky in hues of crimson and violet, blending into an almost surreal canvas.

"It's… beautiful," you whispered, transfixed by the stunning view, your eyes locked on the horizon.

“I know.” He murmured softly, but his gaze wasn’t on the horizon—it was on you, taking in the awe in your expression, the way your eyes reflected the colors of the sky. “It’s truly beautiful... Come on, no time for sightseeing! We're still not there," He called out, his hand suddenly grasping yours, giving it a gentle tug to bring you closer.

“Wait… this isn’t the spot?”

“It’s... a part of it, but the real gem is just ahead." He moved ahead, his hand still holding yours as he led you toward a cave entrance, hidden behind a curtain of beads.

The beads shimmered in the dying light of the day, the sound of them clinking lightly against one another as he pushed them aside, revealing the interior of the cave.

You gasped, stepping inside. The walls were lined with old trinkets—fragments of forgotten times, relics from some long-past era.

The flickering remnants of a campfire sat cold in the center, and around it were pillows and blankets, their fabric faded and worn.

“Do you like it?” His voice carrying a hint of nervousness as he watched you take in the small cave.

“Yes! So, you found all of this?” You reached out, tracing a finger over one of the metal pieces scattered about, fascinated by each strange object.

He grinned, looking pleased.

“Yeah! There are tons of these out here, though I couldn’t tell you where half of them came from,” he laughed, watching you examine one in particular with intrigue. Recognizing it, he moved closer. “Wait—give me that one for a second. I wanna show you something cool.”

From the on, the two of you spent hours talking, laughing, and experimenting with each trinket. But eventually, the light began to fade.

The sky outside the cave transformed into rich shades of red and purple as the sun dipped low, casting shadows across the cave walls. You blinked, realizing how late it had gotten.

“The sun’s going down…” you murmured, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. “I-I don’t think we’ll be able to get back in time.” He only gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“That’s fine,” he said, squatting down to gather some rocks. “I’ve spent the night here plenty of times. I’ll get a fire going. We’ll be warm.” You tried to smile, but the idea of spending a night in this cold made you tense.

For him, it might be comfortable enough, but for you…

The fire crackled softly, you asked him about his favorite piece, his eyes lighting up as he shared the memories.

Eventually, as the sun dimmed and the stories faded, the chill in the air grew sharper, but you tried not to let it show. You faked a smile as he settled down across from you, rolling onto his side with a yawn.

"Goodnight, [Name]..." he murmured, half-asleep already.

“Goodnight, Vasha,” you replied, burrowing into your thin blanket and tucking your legs into your hoodie.

As soon as his eyes were closed, your smile faded. You could feel the cold seeping into your bones, making you shiver despite your best efforts.

No matter how tightly you wrapped yourself, the fire offered little relief, and your fingers and toes started to go numb. Glancing over, you noticed that even he seemed affected; he shifted occasionally, his face scrunched up as he tried to stay warm in his sleep.

A thought flickered through your mind—perhaps you could just inch closer to him, share a little warmth. But then again, he was sound asleep now, his chest rising and falling steadily. You didn’t want to disturb him.

Instead, you pulled off your own thin blanket and quietly moved over to him, draping it around his shoulders. For a moment, you watched as he unconsciously snuggled into the extra warmth, a slight smile softening. You hoped it would help him rest a little better.

With your blanket now gone, you returned to the fire, trying to warm your hands over the low flames.

The chill was so intense that your entire body trembled, and you pulled your legs tighter to your chest. It was then that you heard a low, sleepy voice break the silence.

"[Name]...?" His voice heavy with sleep. "You're still awake?"

You froze, trying not to let on how miserable you felt. His gaze narrowing as he took in your shivering form. He noticed then, your thin blanket draped over him instead of you, and his expression shifted from confusion to concern.

He sat up slowly, his gaze lingering on your hunched figure for a moment before he crawled toward you without saying a word. He closed the distance, his brows furrowed.

Without warning, he pressed his side against yours, wrapping one of the blankets around both of you. You felt the warmth of his body as he pulled you close, his arm sliding around your shoulders to hold you firmly against him.

"Why didn’t you say anything, huh?" He murmured,

"I… I didn’t want to wake you," you admitted, cheeks flushing at his closeness.

He huffed softly, almost amused, as if the very idea was ridiculous.

"I’d rather be woken up than see you trying to freeze yourself like this. Giving up your only blanket like a self-sacrificing hero..." he teased, nudging his head on the crook of your neck.

"Guess you’re lucky I’m here to take over that role."

⋇⊰DAN HENG⊱⋇

Man, it sure is chilly here. You despised the cold—it crept into your bones, made your fingers stiff and your thoughts sluggish. Yet, somehow, you found yourself sitting in Dan Heng’s room, enduring what felt like the iciest atmosphere on the Astral Express.

How did this happen? Well, you had volunteered to help him with his research on a particular planet and its people. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—spending time with him, delving into his meticulous work, maybe even impressing him a little with your insights.

But you hadn’t considered one key detail: He liked his room cold, arctic even. And now, with the cooler set to its lowest possible temperature, you were fighting the urge to shiver.

You glanced at him, sitting calmly at his desk, completely unaffected by the temperature. He had always been composed, almost detached in his demeanor.

Asking him to turn down the cooler felt... intrusive, like you’d be disrupting his sense of balance. This was his space, after all, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own room.

“Hey, [Name], take a look at this." His calm voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He turned slightly, his teal gaze meeting yours, the faint glow of his device reflecting in his eyes. You pushed yourself up from where you were sitting.

Every step was a fight to suppress the shiver running through your body, your fingers numb despite being stuffed in your pockets.

“What is it?” Keeping your voice steady as you moved closer to him.

He gestured toward the display, a map of a distant planet spinning in holographic detail. “This planet—Denvalis-IV—caught my attention. Its climate is… unique.”

You leaned in to get a better look, but instead of focusing, your mind was drawn to the faint warmth radiating from his form. It was subtle, like a beacon against the icy atmosphere of his room.

For a moment, you let yourself indulge, thinking maybe, just maybe, you could edge a little closer without him noticing—

“[Name], are you even listening?”

The sharp question jolted you from your reverie, your eyes darting back to the screen.

“O-Of course!” You said quickly, trying to play it cool.

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

“Hmph...” He turned his attention back to the screen. “What did you learn of this place?"

"Let me show you.” With a few tap, images of its habbitants displayed on the screen. "The inhabitants—look at them." You pointly but the moment you relieazed your hand was shaking you instantly put it down. "They’re… incredible."

The projection showed a group of Denvalis-IV's residents—tall, sinewy figures with thick, layered exoskeletons that shimmered faintly, almost like armor.

"Despite the violent storms, extreme temperatures further amplified by the Stellaron, they've been able to adapt," you continued. "And it’s not just physical. Look at these structures—they’ve developed entire cities that are mobile, designed to migrate with the weather patterns."

“It’s fascinating,” he murmured, leaning closer to study the images. “They’ve managed to build entire civilizations in this planet... even after the Stellaron erupted." His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re knowledgeable,” he said, his voice soft. “And you’re also…”

You froze, sensing his next words before he spoke them.

“…cold.”

He then raised his hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of his touch made you involuntarily lean toward him, seeking it like a moth to a flame.

His warmth was comforting, but it also amplified how much the freezing temperature of the room had bitten into you. Eyes softened slightly as he observed you.

“Your cheeks are puff..." He glance down, noticing your tembling hands, "and you’re shivering.” His lips pressed into a thin line, and with a sigh, he turned away to adjust the cooler.

The hum of the air system shifted, and the temperature in the room began to rise.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his back still to you.

You tried to shrug it off, shoving your hands into your pockets to conceal their shaking.

“You’re… quite observant.”

He turned back to you, his gaze piercing yet patient.

“Deflecting the question won’t help you," he said, his tone soft but firm.

You hesitated but finally, you admitted, "Well, I just… I-It’s your room. I didn’t want to bother you. I figured you like the cold, so—”

“So, you prioritize others’ comfort above your own?” He interrupted, stepping closer.

The sudden proximity made your breath hitch. He was so close now, his quiet intensity pulling all your focus. His warm breath brushed against your chilled skin, and for a moment, all you could do was stare.

He tilted his head slightly, observing you as though trying to read the thoughts you weren’t voicing. “Hmm...” he murmured, his voice lower now, almost teasing.

His arm moved, slow but deliberate, slipping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your pulse quickened as the heat of his body cut through the lingering chill in the room.

His expression remained composed, but the faint blush dusting his pale cheeks didn’t escape your notice.

“...I do enjoy being this close to you. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

⋇⊰DR. RATIO⊱⋇

The library was your sanctuary, a place where the air hummed softly with silence, inviting you to dive into your work. Today, it beckoned like a far-off paradise, you'd love to go there if the winter wind isn't creeping through the walls, chilling you to the bone.

Bundled up in your thickest jacket, you made a quick hot cocoa in the small kitchenette, hoping it’d warm you just enough to keep working. Your dormmate, Ratio Veritas, was engrossed in a dense-looking tome, his gaze fixed in a way that made him look almost statuesque, detached from the cold entirely.

You sighed, slipping back into your room, hoping to hide your shivering mess from him. You knew he disliked interruptions, and you didn’t want to hear him complain about you 'ruining his concentration' with your uncontrollable shivers.

You sat at your desk, fingers trembling as you flipped open your books, each word on the page starting to blur. But you refused to tell him and do something that can help.

It's no use anyway, he'd only huff, make some pointed comment about your lack of preparation, or worse, pretend to ignore you altogether. Besides, you didn’t want to burden him, especially when he was absorbed in his work.

Time passed, or so it felt. Your focus drifted, every fiber of your being caught in an cold-induced fatigue. You thought about getting up, maybe crawling under the covers of your bed, but as you pushed yourself to stand, the world swirled and faded into black.

When your eyes opened, you realized you were no longer at your room but on someone’s lap. Warmth wrapped around you, unfamiliar and yet... oddly comforting.

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, moving rhythmically, soothing you back to wakefulness. Blinking, you looked up, eyes trailing from a complicated book cover down to his familiar profile

“Veritas...?” You murmured, still disoriented.

He glanced down, face as unamused as always.

“Ah. You’re finally awake.” His voice held its usual cold tone, but his hand didn’t stop its careful stroking through your hair.

It felt far gentler than his gaze would ever imply.

“W-What happened?” Stammering, trying to shift, but he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

“You passed out,” he replied, his voice a low mutter as he went back to his book.

Your eyes widened. You... passed out? Now that he mentioned it, you could feel a faint throbbing in your head and a dull ache in your abdomen from the fall. Heat crept into your cheeks, embarrassed and unsure.

You hadn’t meant to make a scene, and you hadn’t meant for him to get involved.

“I’m… I-I’m sorry." The words rolled out your tounge before you even realized it.

He raised a brow, tilting his book slightly to inspect you as though you were an anomaly in need of explanation.

“Has the fall scrambled your brain?” He asked, his tone dry, even a bit amused. “What could you possibly be sorry for?” He closed his book completely, leaning in a bit, scrutinizing you with a detached but focused intensity. “Hmm... perhaps there’s an internal bleeding and affected your speech?” He mused.

Your cheeks flushed as you averted your gaze.

“No, no… It’s just… you were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you, so—”

“So, you chose to hide that your suffering?” He chuckled, a sound both mocking and strangely warm. “I would never undermine the value of academic focus, but you’ve taken it to the extreme. This involves you life, not just a mere distraction.” Leaning back, he reopened his book, though his eyes lingered on you, assessing. “In any case, I can study while you… stay here,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“What?” You shifted slightly, instinctively finding a more comfortable position, only to feel the firmness of his thigh tense under your head.

His fingers paused, but only for a moment, before he resumed the gentle circles on your scalp, thumb tracing patterns.

“I said, get some rest,” he replied, a slight edge in his voice, though the warmth in his touch betrayed any irritation.

For a man with such cutting words and an aloof demeanor, his touch was remarkably gentle, grounding you in a way that no words ever could explain.

Minutes passed in silence, the stillness of the room broken only by the faint rustle of the pages. Then, almost reluctantly, he bit back his pride and spoke, his voice softer, quieter.

“Hey... [Name],” he murmured, feeling you hum in response, shifting slightly in his lap. A shiver ran through him, though he quickly masked it.

Hidden behind his book, his cheeks flushed red, and he brought the book up to his face, hoping it concealed his expression.

“If... if you ever need anything or… if you want help with something,” he continued, voice barely a whisper. He swallowed, speaking through his own restraint. “Just… tell me, alright?”

⋇⊰JIAOQIU⊱⋇

You looked up at the artificial skies of Xianzhou Yaoqing, watching as what could only be described as raindrops fell from the simulated heavens. Though the rain was artificial, the chill it carried was all too real.

You shivered as the cold breeze brushed against your skin, and instinctively, you pulled your coat tighter, wishing it would do more to ward off the biting wind. The camp had just won a major battle, but the aftermath was far from over. The injured were many, and every hand was needed.

You couldn’t afford to slack off now, not when the medics were busy patching up soldiers and treating the wounded. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the urgency of the situation.

You swallowed your discomfort and turned toward the tents where the injured were being treated, your footsteps quickening as you walked deeper into the makeshift infirmary.

And then, you saw him—Jiaoqiu, focused as always, sitting beside a bed where a man lay, his hands deftly bandaging the soldier’s wounds.

The moment he heard your footsteps, his ears twitched, and he looked up, flashing you that signature, bright smile. His tail wagged, the motion almost too endearing.

"[Name]!" His voice was cheery, but there was a slight hesitation in it as his eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks. "You’re looking a little… flushed. Are you alright?"

You quickly masked your discomfort with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant despite the cold creeping into your bones. No, you couldn’t tell him. Not now, not when everyone needed all the help they could get.

"I'm fine," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. "Just.. a little tired. I-I’ll get going—there are still a lot of hands needed." You flashed him a quick smile, trying to appear unaffected. "See you later during your break."

With that, you hastily walked away, eager to get to work. What you didn’t notice was the way his eyes followed you.

Your movements had become sluggish as the day wore on. Your fingers were a bit stiff, the chill in your bones seeping into every part of your body, and you found yourself sniffling more than you cared to admit.

No, you couldn't—You couldn't let the Foxian or anyone see you like this. You were the one who was supposed to take care of the injured, not the other way around! You couldn't afford to show weakness.

"Dr. [Name]...?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You blinked, looking down at the soldier in front of you. His face was pale, his breath shallow. "A-Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course," you answered too quickly, trying to brush off the unease you felt creeping up on you.

In reality, it was hard to focus on your work when you felt like your body was betraying you. Before you could go back to your task, you heard that voice again. It was familiar, and now, it sent a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden concern you knew it carried.

"As a medical student, I expect you to care of yourself, [Name]." His tone was lighter than usual, but you could still detect the hint of worry in it.

You turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, his smile gone, replaced by a frown.

"Ah, but I’m fine," you protested weakly, chuckling to dismiss the concern.

But when he closed the distance between you, his hand gently rested against your forehead, and the warmth from his touch made your heart skip a beat.

He hummed softly, the sound both soothing and commanding. "You have a cold, [Name]. It’s better to rest than push yourself." His voice was firm yet caring, and it made it impossible for you to argue.

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupted, his tone soft but resolute. Before you could react, he slipped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you toward him. "Let's get you some rest, hm?" His smile returned, and it was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual playful teasing.

You could feel your resolve crumbling as he drew you closer to his side. It felt like he was enjoying this a bit too much, if the sly smile playing on his lips as he led you away wasn't obvious enough.

"I could do it myself, Jiaoqiu! You need to go treat the soldiers!" You sighed in defeat, but you knew deep down that resistance was futile.

The moment he set his mind to something, you knew you’d lose.

"I’m on my break," he simply said, as if that explanation was enough to make you stop worrying. "I have nothing to do." Just as you were about to shoot another complaint, he raised his hand, signaling to one of the nearby medics.

"Need a hand over here!" He called out, his voice calm and commanding, directing the medic to help with the soldier you’d been treating earlier.

Turning back to you, he flashed you an innocent smile. "See? No need to worry about anything!" Every part of him practically pressed against you.

His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close, and you could feel the soft, comforting weight of his tail winding gently around your leg.

Sure, it was a bit of a struggle to walk with him so near, but the heat from his body made it easy to ignore the chill that had settled deep within you.

You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled, a soft sound that filled the air. His gaze lowered to meet yours, your eyes neatly closed and mouth slightly parted as though you were feeling heaven.

"I suppose I'm your medicine?" He mused, his finger tracing down the curve of your cheek with a gentle touch. He paused, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "Not that I mind... I could be all the warmth you'd ever need."

⋇⊰JING YUAN⊱⋇

You stared out from the fleet, watching as the snow-covered planet loomed into view, a world blanketed in endless ice. Even from behind the glass, you could feel a chill settling into your bones.

How did you end up here? Well, it had all started with a single slip of the tongue—admitting, without much thought, that you'd never once seen snow.

He’d looked at you curiously, his golden gaze sharp but gentle.

"Never seen snow?" He asked, surprised, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a hint of wonder.

You’d shrugged, brushing it off, mentioning briefly that your mother had never let you go anywhere with winter’s bite, then tried to change the subject.

But Jing Yuan had clearly taken it to heart. The General, in his subtle, thoughtful way, had decided he’d remedy that, and when the opportunity came—a mission to a world wrapped in eternal winter—he’d practically dragged you along.

Seeing his excitement, you hadn’t the heart to tell him the truth, that your mother hadn’t been overprotective without reason. She had known, as you did, that you were sensitive to the cold. But how could you ruin the General’s rare, genuine smile?

The doors slid open, and a harsh gust of icy wind hit you instantly, slicing through even the thick jacket he had insisted you wear.

You braced yourself, steeling against the cold. It wasn’t too bad—yet. Surely, you could hold out for a little while, right? Just enough to take in this strange, pristine winter world he’d wanted to show you.

"Isn't it magnificent?" He raised his gloved hand, catching a snowflake as it fluttered down.

He watched it melt into his palm, an almost childlike wonder on his face. The sight shook you from your thoughts, and, for the first time, you really looked around. Winter, in your mind, had always seemed bland—just a blur of whites and grays, cold and endless.

But standing here now, you could see the glistening world laid out before you. Snow blanketed the landscape, softening every angle, making everything look divine, untouched, as though you’d set foot into a world beyond reality.

You stepped out, your foot sinking deep into the snow. A sharp gasp escaped you at the sudden cold, and you whipped around, catching him chuckling behind you.

Embarrassment flared in your cheeks, warming them a bit as you muttered, “It’s not funny…” You turned your gaze back to the vast, shimmering landscape, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. “But… it is beautiful.” You took a few more steps, each one slightly awkward as your feet sank into the soft, powdery snow.

The crunch underfoot was strangely satisfying, each step sending a tiny thrill through you. Just as you were getting used to it, you felt something hit your back with a soft, cold thud. Whirling around, you found the General standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, a snowball in hand.

“A general, starting snowball fights?” You said, raising a brow, trying to keep a straight face.

He shrugged with a smirk, as if throwing snowballs were a part of some important tactical training.

“Come now, did you think I’d let you enjoy this in peace?”

You bent down to gather some snow, forming a snowball of your own.

“In that case, General." Smiling as you took aim, “Prepare for battle!” The snowball left your hand, hurtling toward him, but he dodged it effortlessly, flashing you a playful smirk as he prepared to throw his next one.

And so began a wild, impromptu snowball fight between you and the general, each of you laughing and teasing as snow flew back and forth. In the thrill of the moment, the biting cold around you seemed distant, almost... forgotten. But there was a dangerous oversight.

You had underestimated winter’s toll on you. Between handfuls of icy snow and the chilled wind cutting across your exposed face, your body quickly began to feel the effects. Reality crashed down on you suddenly; your knees wobbled, then buckled, sending you crumpling to the ground.

“[Name]? [Name]!” His voice broke through the haze, distant and muffled, as you felt yourself slipping.

Everything grew fuzzy and dim, until all you could see was the stark white ground tinged with an alarming splash of red. He knelt before you, his voice laced with a rare edge of worry.

“[Name]?” He called again, urgency straining his usually steady tone.

His strong hands tilted your face up, but you barely registered it as the void overtook your vision.

In what felt like seconds—or perhaps hours—you blinked your eyes open, squinting against the dim light. There was a gentle weight on you, the tickle of soft hair brushing against your neck.

Groggily, you let out a faint groan, your hand sluggishly rising to push away what felt like a very heavy, unyielding presence on top of you. Whoever it was clearly had no sense of their own weight.

A low rumble vibrated against your chest as if this someone was grumbling, “Awake, are we?” His usual calmness was there, but you could hear a faint tremor of relief as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. His face softened, though his brow remained furrowed with concern. “You worried me back there.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, his face softening, though his brow remained knitted with concern.

“I’m sorry…” The apology left you in a near-whisper, and he made a quiet, thoughtful hum as he continued observing your features with that intense, almost unrelenting gaze.

“Perhaps this is why you’ve never seen snow?” His voice laced with a gentle tease touched by a genuine worry. “The medics said you got cold so quickly… your fingertips were already turning purple, you know. It wasn’t something to brush off.” You swallowed, cheeks warming, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“Y-Yeah... I’ve always been sensitive quite to the cold,” you admitted.

His hand rose to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin, warm against the lingering cold.

“But you did enjoy it, right?” He murmured.

Caught off guard, you hesitated, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering chill that had clung to you since you’d first stepped onto the snowy planet.

You gave a small, reluctant nod.

“Of course I did..."

He chuckled, the sound low and soothing, “Good." his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before slipping down to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Then perhaps next time, you’ll tell me if you’re cold, hm? I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you with my actions...”

⋇⊰SUNDAY⊱⋇

The halls and rooms of the Astral Express felt colder than usual. You couldn't quite pinpoint why. Maybe you were coming down with something, or maybe it was the emptiness of the train itself.

Most of the crew was out on a mission, leaving only you, the ever-adorable conductor Pom-Pom, and the Halovian from Penacony, the newest addition to the crew.

You still weren’t sure how to feel about Sunday after everything that happened on Penacony. His calm demeanor and polite words seemed genuine enough, but there was still a sliver of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. Yet, as time passed, part of you wanted to believe his sincerity.

Sniffling softly, you tapped your fingers on the table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. The silence of the Express was unnerving. You’d grown accustomed to the lively presence of the Trailblazer and March 7th, always filling the place with their laughter and chatter. Now, the quiet was heavy.

A faint sound—the flip of a page—caught your attention. You glanced over, your eyes landing on him, seated on a nearby sofa. He was engrossed in a book, his wings tucked neatly behind him. Those small, puffy wings at the side of his head caught your eye.

Halovians had three pairs of wings, you'd heard. How warm did they feel? You couldn’t help but wonder, and the thought of running your fingers through those feathers danced at the edge of your mind. Would they be soft? Would they radiate warmth? And where are his other two?

You shook your head slightly. That would be way too forward, especially since you barely knew him. It was a silly thought anyway, but the cold made your mind wander.

You tore your gaze from his wings, only to meet his calm, steady eyes watching you intently. For a moment, you froze, unsure if it was from the lingering cold or simply the intensity of his gaze.

“[Name]?”

Blinking, you scrambled to regain your composure, attempting to smile as you buried your shaking hands deeper into your pockets.

“Wha… What is it?” you asked sheepishly.

“Your coffee’s finished.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, watching you with that unflinching gaze.

Your breath caught, feeling embarrassed under his stare. You must have looked like a wierdo.

“A-Ah! Right… thank you.” You tried to play it off, reaching quickly for the mug’s handle.

But your fingers, numb from the cold, barely managed to grip it before the weight slipped from your grasp. Everything happened in a blur.

The mug began to tilt, and in a desperate attempt, you reached with your other hand to catch it, only to feel the sharp sting of its hot surface searing your palm. With a reflexive jerk, you dropped it, the mug shattering against the floor.

"Shit..." You muttered under your breath, frustration bubbling over as you crouched to survey the damage.

From the distance, a high-pitched screech shattered the silence. “[Name]!” Pom-Pom’s unmistakable voice rang through the room, their little paws on their cheeks in cartoonish shock. “What have you done??”

You turned to face the adorable conductor, their tiny body practically vibrating with indignation. “Hmph! Clean your mess this instant!” They declared, paws now firmly planted on their hips.

You swore smoke is puffing out of their ears from frustration.

“I-I’m sorry, Pom-Pom! I’ll clean it up right away!” You stammered, scurrying off to fetch a dustpan and broom.

The air felt even colder when you returned, and as you knelt to sweep up the broken shards, you couldn’t help but notice how your hands trembled uncontrollably, each movement sending shivers through your already frozen body. Your teeth chattered despite your attempts to keep them still.

Focused on the mess before you, you didn’t realize someone was standing behind you until you bumped into them. Startled, you flinched and spun around, nearly dropping the broom in your hands. There, mere centimeters away, stood he, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

“May I assist you?” The Halovian tilted his head ever so slightly. “You appear to be shaking like a deer.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, as you gripped the broom tighter in your trembling hands.

His brows knitted together, frowning.

“You’re clearly not fine. Your hands are trembling, and you’ve been shivering since earlier.” He crouched down to your level, his expression still composed but his gaze is a lot softer now.

“I said I’m fine,” you insisted, your tone firmer this time as you swept up a pile of shards, though your movements were clumsy and uneven.

His frown deepened, his golden eyes narrowing as they took in your trembling form.

"Enough." Before you could react, his gloved hands gently but firmly taking the dustpan and broom from your grasp.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the pointed look he shot you silenced you immediately.

"Get some rest, [Name]." His tone was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for argument. "If you'd like, I can brew you another coffee."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. The former head of the Oak Family, was kneeling on the floor to clean up a mess you had made? The thought alone was mortifying. More than that, you'd interrupted his reading—something you had tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m sorry...” You murmured, your voice barely audible as you quickly turned away and scurried down the hallway.

Once inside your room, you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. The heater was on, but the cold seemed to seep through every crack and crevice, wrapping itself around you like an unwelcome guest. You tugged a blanket over your shoulders, but it did little to stop the shivers.

Moments later, a soft knock echoed through the door.

"May I come in?" His voice was smooth and quiet, like honey drizzling over a frozen lake.

You hesitated, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Y-Yeah." The door slid open, and he stepped inside, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

His elegant composure hadn’t faltered even for a bit. He set the cup down on the small table by your bedside before sitting beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his golden gaze sweeping over you with a hint of concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied, averting your eyes. “Just... a little chilly, that’s all.”

He reached for the coffee and handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly. The warmth of the mug felt like a lifeline in your frozen grip.

“Drink,” he said simply, leaning back against the headboard.

You looked at him then at the steaming mug before taking a cautious sip, the heat spreading through your chest and chasing away some of the cold.

You didn’t notice him moving until you felt the weight of his coat drape over your shoulders.

“Sunday—”

“Shhh..." He instantly hushed you down.

As the coat fell more snugly around you, you caught sight of something dark behind him. Two faintly shimmering pairs of wings stretched just beyond his back, their colors deeper and more shadowed than the smaller set behind his ears. They shifted slightly before folding back.

Your eyes lingered on them longer than you intended, and his lips quirked into the faintest smirk.

“Curious?” He asked, his voice teasing yet calm.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I wasn’t staring—”

“Oh? Then my eyes must be mistaken becuase you were,” he said, cutting you off again, though there was no malice in his tone.

“Oh? Then my eyes must be deceiving me, because you were,” he chuckled softly, a sound rich and melodic, like the first note of a forgotten song. "It’s fine, my dear," he murmured, though his voice faltered just slightly.

His gaze shifted momentarily, and for the briefest of moments, a shadow of vulnerability flickered across his features. His wings, darker and more imposing than usual, twitched faintly behind him, betraying his uneasiness.

But you paid no mind to his hesitation, far too enveloped in the unexpected warmth of his coat and presence. The heavy fabric wrapped around you like a cocoon, shielding you from the bitter cold that had clung to you all day.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable but instead soothing, like the calm after a storm. It was he who broke the serenity.

His voice low and steady as he spoke, “Next time, [Name], don’t shy away from me.”

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Hello :) my birthday is on Friday and I had been looking for Ot8 x Reader birthday fics but people just don't write em and it's so upsetting 😭😭😭

I was wondering if you could do a story where the boys throw the reader a big birthday party but by the end of it, the party is long forgotten and it just turns into one big horny mess- also I wanna say I really like your work and I've sent in a few requests, I wanted to know if I could be 🦝anon if it's not already taken

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🕯Summary: Birthdays are always a special day. Some celebrate with a wholesome heart, they celebrate with their wholesome head. Not the brain kind.

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Sorry for the belated birthday gift 🦝anon. I finished your request before the series and I thought a good ending piece. I hope you love it💛💛

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Birthday Sex|Worship Kink|Edging|Masturbation|Frottage|Grinding|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Degrading Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Rough Sex|Dom! OT8|Photoshoot|Fishnet Ripping|Possessive|Panty Sniffer|Pussy Slapping|Squirting|Pussy Gape|Pervy! Reader|Instructions|Creampie|Hand Job|Messy Blow Job|Face Fucking|Cock Gagging|Puppy Kink|Throat Bulge|Cunnilingus|Overstimulation|Oral Fixation|Fingering|Daddy Kink|Omorashi|Ghost Face! Lee Minho|Edging|Breeding Kink|69|Cum Eating|Free Use|Teasing|Cum Dump|Very Sensitive Pussy|Sub Space|Deep Penetration|Vibrator|Double Penetration|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 4.9K

"You look stunning in that, darling," Jisung whistled, eyeing you up and down. You gulped, averting eye contact, "I don't know, it's a bit too short isn't it?" You mumbled, tugging down the hem of your skirt. Jisung smiled, "Isn't that the point, baby? You wore this for a reason didn't you?" he said, gesturing you over. You sulked, "I just wanted to look cute," you said, wrapping your arms around your waist. Jisung chuckled, "And you are. Come here," he said, pulling you onto his lap. "Such an adorable little girl. Think you're all grown up, huh?" Jisung whispered, patting your hair. 

You frowned, "Shut up," you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. Jisung chuckled, "Aww, why should I hm? Pretty little birthday girl like you should get pampered and worshipped, hm?" he said, kissing the back of your neck. You rolled your eyes, "Oh and how are you going to do that?" you asked, hiding your smile. "With a bit of help of course," Jisung said, nosing below your jaw. A shiver ran down your spine, "Ji," you sighed, pressing your thighs together. 

He laughed, kissing your cheek, "Don't get too excited, baby. We still need to attend your birthday party," Jisung said, lifting you off his lap. You jutted your bottom lip, "This is cruel," you grumbled, readjusting your clothes. Jisung smirked, "If you think this is cruel. Just imagine what the boys would do seeing you in that," he said, gesturing to your fit. You bit back a smile, "I don't know what you mean," you said, walking ahead of Jisung. He laughed, "Says the princess who was afraid that it was too short," Jisung teased, wrapping and holding your waist.

You smirked, kissing his cheek, "Guess all I needed was a little reassurance," you said, ruffling his hair. "Anything for the birthday girl," he whispered, licking your ear lobe. You pushed open the door to the living room, panic running through your veins the moment you stepped through it. Some had blank stares, some had their jaws dropped, and some were happy to celebrate. Felix ran up to you, "Sunbeam, you look stunning," he said, kissing your nose. 

You giggled, feeling the tension break, "Thanks, Lix," you whispered, squishing his face. He chuckled, "Come on, let Jinnie take your birthday shots," Felix said, dragging you along. You sat on the spinning stool, "Hyune," you said, pulling Hyunjin in for a hug. "Princess," he chuckled, tightening the hug. You pulled back, "Direct me however you want," you said, not knowing where to put your hands. Hyunjin smiled, "Of course, put your elbows on the table and rest your head on your hands," he instructed, positioning the camera.

You nodded, following each command. Hyunjin smirked, "That's it. You're doing so well," he praised, taking a few more shots. Some with you standing and some with you carefully holding the cake. "Bunny, be careful not to drop it!" Changbin warned, worried about how you tilted it for the shot. You nodded, instantly setting the cake down after Hyunjin said you could. Jeongin rearranged the cake back to its spot, "Hyung, it's cake-cutting time," he said, calling all the members to the table as he stood behind you.

"Here," Felix said, handing you a lighter. That's when you realised there weren't any candles. "What?" you whispered, confused for a second before your eyes lit up. "You didn't," you gasped, looking up at the fond looks looking back at you. "Go ahead," Felix said, gesturing to you to burn the 'Happy Birthday' wafer paper. You felt your cheeks ache from how hard you were smiling, "Wah," you said, watching the paper burn for a single pet name to be written underneath. 

"Really?" you asked, shaking your head at the cheesiness. Bright and bold it wrote 'Little one' in black icing. You looked up at Chan and he only raised his hands in surrender. You giggled at the gesture, "You guys are ridiculous," you said, trying to hide your flustered cheeks. "Ridiculously in love with you," Changbin said, blowing you a kiss. You waved him off, only to be met with loud whines, "Say it back, bunny," he sulked. "I love you too," you mumbled, seeing Jeongin place an actual candle on the cake.

Changbin laughed, "See she loves me," he boasted, crossing his arms to flex his biceps. Jeongin cringed, lighting the candle, "Hyunjinnie hyung, don't forget the video," he said. Hyunjin gave him a thumbs up, "On it," he said, clicking the record. Soon the room was filled with random harmonies as they sang Happy Birthday, with random high notes and runs making you giggle. "Make a wish, kitten," Minho said, rubbing your back. You tilt your head up, surprised that he got behind you, "Okay," you whispered, making your wish.

You blew the candle, and the boys cheered, "Baksu!" Changbin exclaimed, clapping his hands. Seungmin whined, "We're going to get a noise complaint, hyung," he teased, covering his ears. You laughed, shakily holding the knife in your hand. Minho swiftly took it from you, "Let's not make this birthday party a trip to the ER, hm?" he said, cutting the cake. Your jaw dropped, wanting to retort but you knew it was best. Chan chuckled, hugging you from behind, "Happy birthday, baby girl," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you, Channie," you whispered, leaning back into his hold. Chan cooed, having a good look at your outfit from this angle, "Don't you look absolutely delicious, little one?" he asked, seeing your thighs plush out against the stool. You gulped, straightening your posture, "Is it too much?" you mumbled, tilting your neck back to look up at him. Chan shook his head, staring at your bare neck, "No no, it looks perfect for us to play with," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

A whine escaped your lips, head clouding from his voice. Chan smirked, easily lifting you off the stool, "Spin the wheel, baby girl. You know what to do," he said, handing you the board. Your names were written on it, this decides the order during birthday parties. You took a deep breath and spun the wheel. The boys eyed the spinning names, wondering who it would land on. Chan chuckled, "Lucky me," he said, seeing his name being picked. You gulped, seeing the pure lust pooling in his eyes.

Chan laid you on the couch, "Let's keep the skirt on but the fishnets have to go," he said, ripping the fabric off your legs. You shivered at the sound, breath picking up from the building arousal. He cooed, stroking your bare thighs, "Pretty little girl," he gruffed, digging his finger into your flesh. You whined, arching your back at the sting, "Chan," you pouted, staring at him between your legs. Chan smirked, pressing his tongue against his bottom lip, "What's wrong? Use your words," he teased, tilting his head back.

You bit back a smile, "Want to be filled, please Daddy," you teased back, knowing very well they would give you anything you wanted for your birthday. Chan's eyes widened for a second before he wrapped his hand around your throat, "Oh yeah? The birthday girl wants her cunt to be fucked loose with cum, huh?" he growled, adding pressure to the sides of your neck. You nodded, legs trembling from the pooling desire, "Please," you pleaded, racking your nails over his hand to show your desperation.

Chan clenched his jaw, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, "Don't whine tomorrow, remember that you begged for this, little one," he groaned, tugging down his pants. A mewl slipped past your mouth, you shifted Chan's thumb towards your lips and he instantly knew what you wanted. Chan panted, cock swelling beneath his boxers, "Fuck, you looked so good when you walked in earlier. Had to hold myself back from stripping you down myself, baby girl," he chuckled, lifting your legs on his hips. 

You moaned, clenching around your drenched panties when an audible squelch could be heard. The room went silent, "Fuck," Jisung whined in disbelief. Chan felt his brain short circuit, "Clench again," he commanded, needing to hear that again. Your lips wobbled in embarrassment but you obeyed nevertheless. You whimpered, clenching your sloppy cunt and there it was again. A. Filthy. Squelch. 

"Chris if you don't hurry up. I swear on my name, I'm going to lose it," Felix growled, palming his clothed bulge. "Not on my watch," Chan grunted, wincing when his throbbing cock slapped against his abdomen. You whined at the sight of his precum-dripping cock, "Need you so fucking bad," you sobbed, sexually frustrated with the teasing. Chan slapped your drenched cunt, instantly sending shocks of pleasure up your body, "Lift your hips," he instructed, tugging your panties off and tossing them to Hyunjin. 

"Just what I needed," Hyunjin slurred, wrapping your panties around his pulsing cock. The warmth of your slick against his aching cock sent his mind hazy. Chan easily slipped two fingers in your needy hole, "So ready and wet for us," he said, adding another finger to his thrusts. You babbled, pleasure coating your body in a familiar comfort. Chan slicked his cock with your arousal and slapped your pretty little hooded clit with his dripping cockhead.

You hiccuped whenever the slit of his cockhead would envelop your clit. Chan leaned down, lining his cock with your fluttering cunt, "Happy fucking birthday, baby girl," he growled, pushing in one quick thrust. You whimpered from the stretch, gripping hard around his cock. Chan's knees buckled, groaning against your ear, "Fuck, fuck!" he gruffed, thrusting his hips as he worked your hole open. You ran your hands up your top, cupping your sensitive chest while Chan pumped his cock in and out of your hole.

"Dirty girl," he purred, picking up his pace to fuck your cunt out relentlessly. Whines echoed within the room, spurring the boys on. You looked up at Chan with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping down the sides of your lips as your tears welled up. "Take my cock, baby girl," he groaned, massaging your inner walls. Your body writhed, orgasm teetering on the edge, "Shi-shit, I'm cum-cumming," you stuttered, arching your back. Chan quickened his thrusts, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves, "Look at me as you cum, little one," he instructed, gripping your jaw.

You sobbed, staring directly into Chan's firm gaze when the coil in your abdomen snapped, "Hah, ah, fuck!" you gasped, biting down your bottom lip. Chan jerked his hips with a few more thrusts, "Take it, fuck," he sighed, pumping your cunt with his orgasm. You shuddered at the warmth, a dopey smile etched on your lips. Chan eased his cock out of your hole, "Good girl," he chuckled, stroking your messy cheek. You shuffled yourself up and spun the wheel again.

"Seungmin," you panted, catching your breath. He chuckled, cupping your cheek to give you a deep kiss. "Mmhm," you moaned, licking Seungmin's bottom lip. He smirked and nipped your tongue, "Naughty girl," he whispered, pulling away. "Yours," you said, raising your arms for him to slip off your top. Seungmin sighed, eyeing your body, the light sheen of sweat made his mind spin, "On your knees," he instructed, tugging down his boxers.

Drool pooled your mouth at the sight, Seungmin's slender and pretty cock curved against his happy trail made your cunt clench. "Use your hands, pretty," he said, patting your head. You wrapped your hands around his cock, stroking it languidly. He brushed your hair back, "Such a pretty birthday girl," he hummed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You kissed the tip of his cock, smearing precum all over your lips. Seungmin groaned, "Lick my cock, pretty. Get it drippy," he said, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You mewled, "Mhmm," you hummed, licking up from the base. "That's it," Seungmin panted, keeping his eyes on you. Drool dripped down your chin as you flicked your tongue against his frenulum. Precum oozed past his slit, "Fuck, pretty," he grunted, tugging your hair. You moaned, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. A sudden slap to the cheek drew a loud whimper from you. "Impatient are we?" he asked, smirking when his plans worked.

"Huh?" you questioned, looking up with a confused gaze. Seungmin cooed, "Did I say you can suck on my cockhead like that?" he asked, loving the way your eyes widened in realisation. Your lips settled in a pout, stirring Seungmin's internal sadism. "Open wide, pup," he instructed, tapping his cock on your lips. You parted them, huffing warm air onto his cockhead. Seungmin smirked, "Don't forget to breathe," he said, sliding his cock down your throat in a single thrust.

You gagged around his cock, tears dripping down your eyes. Seungmin growled, using your hair as leverage to buck his hips. Your whines grow muffled around his cock. The weight of his shaft made your head spin. "Always love how fucking warm your mouth is, puppy," Seungmin gruffed, eyeing the bulge in your throat made by his girth. You moaned, hollowing your cheeks as much as you could. "Yes, yes, fucking hell," he grunted, fucking your tight mouth.

"Mmh," you keened, swallowing around Seungmin's cockhead. You shuddered, staring up at him with the need to milk every last drop of his orgasm. Seungmin felt his knees waver, shocks enveloping his body, "Fuck, fuck, hah!" he growled, holding your face to the base of his cock as he came. You swallowed as much as you could, thrashing slightly when you couldn't breathe. Seungmin noticed and pulled his hips back, easing his cock out of your mouth. 

You huffed out a puff of warm air, cum coating your tongue and lips. Seungmin chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, "You did so good for me, puppy," he hummed, handing you the wheel to spin again. You gulped, leaning your head against Seungmin's thigh as you watched your breath. You weakly spun the wheel again, "Innie-ah, it's your turn," Seungmin said, reaching for a bottle of water for you to drink. 

Jeongin stroked your hair, "Just lie down, angel," he said, helping you lay back. You pouted, "Innie, kiss," you rasped, making grabby hands towards him. He chuckled, placing a peck on your lips, "Precious," he whispered, pinching your cheek. You whined, glaring through your droopy eyes. Jeongin easily lined up his cock with your cunt, "Are you ready, angel?" he asked, teasing your gaping hole. You nodded, hooking your legs over Jeongin's shoulder, "Please, Jeongin," you pleaded.

"As you wish," he said, sinking his cock to the hilt. You arched your back as the air got knocked out of you. Jeongin gripped the back of your thighs and began thrusting at a frantic pace. You cried at the get-go, ears ringing from the shocks buzzing under your skin. Jeongin didn't hold back, fucking Chan's cum back into your cunt. Babbles spilt past your lips, mind barely comprehending anything else except Jeongin's cock hitting all the right places. 

Changbin groaned, just as surprised about Jeongin's desperate bucks, "Holy shit," he whispered, pressing his thumb between Felix's slit. Felix hissed, "Fuck, they look hot," he grunted, clenching his jaw. Jeongin growled, using his hand to press the subtle bulge under your skin. Your eyes rolled back at the pressure, and a silent scream slacked your jaw. "Fuck you're clenching so fucking tight, angel," he grunted, pounding your sensitive hole. 

You cried out, feeling your orgasm snap without a warning. Jeongin whimpered, buckling against your raised legs as his orgasm broke, "Ah, hah, ah," he gasped, kissing down your ankles to distract himself from the orgasmic clench. You lay there panting, eyes barely focusing on anything. Jeongin mewled, easing his cock from your cunt, "I think she killed my cock," he whined, getting his baring. The boys laughed at his declaration. 

Seungmin held the wheel in front of you, "Go ahead and spin it, pretty," he said, feeding you a bite of cake. You licked your lips and spun the wheel. "Jinnie hyung," he read, looking at Hyunjin. "Let's take a quick break," Hyunjin said, wiping down your body. Seungmin nodded, feeding you a few snacks. You wiggled, pleased by the pampering. Chan wiped your matted hair, "Having fun, little one?" he asked, booping your nose. You nodded, "Yeah," you whispered, scrunching your nose.

He chuckled, "Good," he said, kissing your forehead. Hyunjin rubbed your thighs, "All good for more?" he asked, trailing his hand down to your tummy. You nodded, spreading your legs apart. Hyunjin cooed, making himself comfortable between your thighs, "How could they neglect this pretty little clit?" he pouted, blowing softly against it. Your body twitched, heat building under your skin. Hyunjin smirked, darting his tongue to taste. He moaned, latching his plump lips around your pulsing clit.

You bucked your hips, overwhelmed by the sheer eye contact Hyunjin gave, "Hyune," you whined. Hyunjin chuckled, pulling off your clit to lick your urethra. "Fuck!" you cursed, arching your back off the couch. Hyunjin smirked, flicking his tongue against the sensitive hole. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the familiar pressure Hyunjin was trying to trigger. "Don't be afraid, love," he purred, pressing his face against your quivering cunt. 

You whimpered, gripping Hyunjin's hair as you pissed, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," you sniffled, trembling. Hyunjin pulled away the moment he noticed you let go. He groaned, shivering when your warm piss landed on his crotch, "Fuck, love. You're perfect," he purred, palming his drenched boxers. You sniffled, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Hyunjin chuckled, letting his cock slap against your throbbing clit, "Messy little girl. Even on your birthday you're making a mess," he degraded, licking his lips.

"Meanie," you mumbled as your lips wobbled. He cooed, pumping his cock with his wrist, "Only to you, lovely," he growled, cumming onto your skirt. You glared at him, crossing your arms. Hyunjin found you adorable, "Aww, my sweet little love is all sulky," he said, pampering your face with kisses. You couldn't help but giggle at the kisses, "Stop," you whined, squirming. He laughed, "Aww but my little girl is mad at me," Hyunjin said, pampering more kisses. 

You melted under the kisses, "Hyune," you sighed, nosing his cheek. He cooed, "Sweet little girl," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. Seungmin brushed your hair back, "Ready for another?" he asked, holding up the wheel. Chan clicked his tongue, "Before that, take a sip, little one," he said, tilting the bottle against your lips. You gulped down, not realising how parched you were. Seungmin chuckled, "Just four more, pretty," he said, seeing you spin the wheel.

"Minho hyung," Seungmin called out, looking over his shoulder. Felix groaned, hair matted against his forehead, "I don't know how long more I can edge myself," he grunted, gripping his thighs. Jisung smirked, "Should we suck off Channie hyung while we wait?" he prompted, grinning at the idea. Felix chuckled, taking Changbin's hand too, "Anything that can keep me from cumming," he said, ready to cause some mischief. 

Chan's eyes widened when they pushed him back down on the couch, "Okay, okay. You hyenas'. Get on your knees," he chuckled, tugging down his boxers. Felix took the lead, licking a stripe up Chan's flaccid cock. Changbin positioned himself beneath, wrapping his lips around Chan's balls, sucking them into his mouth. "Good such boys," Chan rasped, used to being the group's soother. Jisung got on the couch, sinking his head to place kitten licks between Chan's slit.

You eyed the three of them, arousal spurring again from the sight. Minho chuckled, "Don't they look pretty, kitten," he asked, holding special something in his hand. You nodded, "Very," you said, turning your focus back to him. "Close your eyes, 'cause I got myself a little gift just for you," he purred, stroking your cheek. You did as told, heart pounding in your ears from the anticipation. Minho clenched his jaw, wearing the mask, "Open," he instructed, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Holy shit," you gasped, eyes widening. Minho smirked, "Do I look spooky, kitty?" he cooed, grabbing your waist. You whimpered in response, head spinning just from the sight of the Ghostface mask adorning Minho's body. He tilted his head, "All you need to do, is scream for me," he said, flipping you on your stomach. You yelped, hands instantly clawing the fabric beneath. Minho chuckled, stripping off his belt to tie your wrists together, "You can say your safeword anytime, kitten," he whispered, patting your head. 

You nodded, raising your hips just how he liked it. Minho hummed, hands groping and squeezing your plush ass, "Fucking mine to ruin," he grunted, pumping his cock with his wrist. You gulped, hearing a loud squelch coming from Minho's leaking cockhead. He huffed beneath the mask, riling himself up just to trigger his desperation. Minho clenched his jaw, "Breathe," he warned, sinking his cock past your fold with a single thrust. A broken scream crawled up your throat, drawing attention from all around the room. 

Minho wasted no time ploughing your cunt, his left hand pressed firm on your lower back, "Work for it, kitten. Clench your fucking cunt," he groaned, rolling his hips precisely. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to focus on the feeling of your ribbed walls clenching around his girthy cock. Minho hissed, laughing maniacally at your cries, "That's it, kitten. Scream louder," he growled, thrusting his cock at a brutal pace. 

Your body quivered, cunt squeezing hard enough that Minho felt his cock get pushed out. "You ain't escaping me, kitty," he chuckled, gripping the sides of your hips as leverage. "Ah, hah, hah! Fuck!" you screamed, arching your back when Minho forced his cock deeper. The tip of his cock pressed snuggled beside your cervix. Minho huffed, gritting his teeth, "Mhm, hah," he sighed, trailing down his hand to pinch your swollen clit.

"Hhgh," you whimpered, sobbing the moment your orgasm broke. Minho hissed, tightening his hold to make you milk his cum, "Take it, kitten. We need to make it stick," he growled, coating your inner walls with his orgasm. Your thighs trembled from the aftershocks, brain foggy from the high intensity buzzing through. Minho tugged off the mask, hair drenched with sweat dripping down his neck, "Fuck, that thing is hot," he gruffed, tossing it on the floor.

Chan's cock stood hard and throbbing, the three brats decided to edge him each time you screamed. Felix placed a kiss on Chan's saliva-coated cockhead, "Is she still coherent?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Minho rubbed your back, "Kitten?" he asked, easing his cock from your hole. You whimpered, lifting your head to plop it on a pillow, "I'm good," you slurred, eyes half-lidded. Hyunjin tapped your lips, "Suck," he instructed, letting you swallow down some fruit juice.

Jeongin held the wheel in front of you, "I'm sure the other hyungs' will be gentle," he said, giving them a side glance. You knew for a fact that's a lie but you spun the wheel anyway. "Bin hyung," Jeongin said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Changbin got up from his knees, cock hard and throbbing. "C'mere bunny, lay on my chest," he said, positioning your cunt in front of his face. You nuzzled his cock, breathing in the familiar musk. Changbin cooed, placing kisses on your inner thighs, "Messy little pussy," he teased, laying a firm smack on your ass. 

You whined, grazing your teeth against the gland of his cockhead as retaliation. Changbin groaned, internally finding you adorable, "Okay, okay," he chuckled, licking the outer folds of your cunt. You moaned, mimicking his licks, "Binnie," you whispered,  placing sloppy kisses around his shaft. He spat on your clit causing your hips to buck, "Our stunning bunny," he sighed, flicking his tongue against your abused clit. A shudder ran through your spine, "Fuck, hah," you keened, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock.

Changbin growled and with a flat tongue he lapped your cunt clean. You moaned around his cock, the stretch hurting the edges of your lips the lower your sunk. Changbin closed his eyes, immersing himself in the scent of your pussy smearing on his face. A squeal vibrated his cock when you felt his tongue flex within your canal. Your eyes crossed, pleasure easily building from the around of orgasms they coaxed from your body so far. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on bringing you to the edge. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in tight, your throat relaxing around his sensitive cockhead. Changbin growled, thrusting his tongue while his fingers rubbed and pinched your clit on the occasion. Moans grew in octaves as you got close to the edge. Changbin's thighs quivered, feeling the same pleasure. "Cum for Binnie, bun," he keened, trying his hardest not to buck his cock down your throat. Snot and drool coated Changbin's pelvis, you squeezed your eyes tight, ears buzzing from the appending high.

A muffled curse could be heard when you gushed all over Changbin's face, squirting both the remains of your orgasm and Minho's out of your canal. Changbin growled, marking the flesh of your ass when the clear warmth coated his skin, "Yeah, hah, hah," he panted, cumming down your throat. You choked around his shaft, nose burning when cum went up. Minho helped you pull off, "Precious little kitten is too tired to lift herself," he chuckled, making you blow your nose. 

Jisung lifted you, "Lix and I came to an agreement to use you together, princess," he said, nuzzling your cheek. You laid pliant, eyes dazed and glossy. Felix cooed, stroking your cheek, "Don't worry your little brain, sunbeam. We'll take good care of you," he chuckled, pressing down his thumb on your bottom lip. You instinctively slacked your jaw. Felix smirked, spitting directly on your tongue. You gave a dopey smile, swallowing. Jisung groaned, losing his mind at how cute and sinful you look, "I can die tomorrow," he whispered, tossing his head back.

Felix chuckled, wrapping his hands around your waist, "Thanks to all the boyfriends for loosening your tight cunt, sunbeam. Melt into my chest, you don't have to do a thing," he purred, running his fingers through your hair. Jisung aligned Felix's cock with your hole, "It just gets sucked in," he whispered in awe. Felix groaned, the warmth of your cunt hugging his cock after waiting till the end almost made him bust, "Sung, if you don't hurry," he grunted, face evident with impatience.

Jisung chuckled, pressing his cock beside Felix's, "I know, princess. I know," he cooed, kissing away your stray tears. You sniffled, body aching from the sheer feeling of being stuffed. Felix kissed your cheek, his hands trembling from the tightness, "Happy Birthday, sunbeam," he growled, rocking his hips upwards. Jisung pressed his lips with yours, "Hmm, Happy Birthday," he whispered, licking into your mouth as he rutted his cock with deep thorough thrusts.

Felix marked down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. Jisung latched his lips around your neglected nipple, he moaned and sucked giving them the attention they deserved. You whined, thrashing your head weakly. Felix gruffed, sinking his teeth into your sweet spot when his hips stuttered. Jisung noticed and quickened his pace, helping to bring all three of you to an orgasm. Felix whimpered, toes curling from the pleasure, "Fuck me," he grunted, painting your cunt with cum. 

Jisung bit down on his bottom lip, "Shit, shit, hah," he moaned, bucking a few more times before adding to the mess. Your lips drew into a pout, orgasm aching to burst. Jeongin stood next to Jisung, "I've got you, Angel," he said, pressing a bullet vibrator to your clit. You rasped out a whine, pussy squeezing around the two cock buried within. Jisung felt his knees buckle from the grip, "Fuck, holy fuck, fuck," he babbled, head spinning.

Felix sobbed, nosing your neck to ground himself from a dry orgasm. Your body shook as the final orgasm got drawn out of you, "Hah, hhgh," you sobbed, forcing their cocks out. Jisung sank to his knees, collecting himself. Felix laid back, limp from moving. Minho lifted you, rubbing your back when you started wailing, "Good girl. You're our good girl, hm?" he cooed, reassuring you. Changbin prepared your bath, leaving a few bath toys in it, "Hi, pretty bunny," he whispered, easing your sore body into the warm water.

You sniffled, reaching out to grab a familiar rubber ducky. Chan chuckled, sitting on the side to wash your hair, "Looks like you remember daddy's ducky, yeah?" he asked, rubbing the shampoo on your hair. You nodded, hugging it close, "Ducky," you whispered under your breath. Chan cooed, "Hold my shoulder, little one," he instructed, coaxing you to piss while he cleaned your puffy cunt. You whined at the sting, thighs sore with blooming hand marks. 

Chan hummed, rinsing off the soap suds, "Daddy's got you," he whispered, drying you up and holding you close. You nuzzled his chest, "Sleep?" you asked, looking up. He nodded, "Yes baby, sleep," he said, rubbing ointment on your bruises. You melt into his touches, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Chan carried you down, "Look, baby," he whispered, showing you the scattered pillows and blankets over a row of mattresses. You smiled, hooking your chin over Chan's shoulder. Coos and chuckles, surrounded your body, "Did you enjoy today, bunny?" Changbin asked, plugging in a hairdryer. You nodded, "Best Birthday Ever," you slurred, drifting off the warmth of the hairdryer.

[propertyofemilyprentiss]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING & CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥰

if i may, request from 💙 sparkling wine prompt #1: “is that my shirt?” / “you mean our shirt?” with reader wearing emily’s shirt around the house while she’s cooking dinner and emily comes home to find her in it?

THANK YOU SM!

A souvenir for the night

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: Emily comes home to a cooked dinner and the sight of her girlfriend wearing her clothes.

TWs: implied smut

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind message and for the request! I really appreciate it <3

Word count: 1.4K

Sometimes, in the early mornings that weren’t disrupted by the duty calls of new cases, you had the luxury to bask into the morning sunlight and gaze at your girlfriend’s sleeping form and the peacefulness that engulfed her features. You had the opportunity to wake her up with little kisses and whispered words of affection, your heart always fluttering at the sleepy smile she gave you in response, which uncovered those perfect dimples. 

On the other occasions, you weren’t as lucky - between the delicate verge of dreamland and reality, your mind would be able to process Emily’s soft voice apologizing for her early departure alongside with how much she loved you and that she will be back as soon as possible. Then, you would just fall asleep again, waking up later to the empty bedside.

Today was one of those unfortunate times, a Saturday nonetheless, your eyes tracing along the silent room, the spot next to you showing lingering traces of the person you were already longing for. Sighing, you pulled the blanket away, the sudden contact with the cold air causing goosebumps to your skin. Stretching your stiffened muscles, you got up from the bed, spotting the thrown clothes on the floor from the night before with a small curl on your lips. 

It only took a couple of seconds before you picked up Emily’s oversized white shirt and a pair of fresh underwear, heading towards the bathroom for a long shower. You always loved staying in on the weekends - you could argue with anyone you knew that a cup of coffee, paired with a blanket and a good book on the couch was better than any other activity - even more so if you could rest against your girlfriend and read together. In her absence, your day wasn’t much different, but you would also make sure to send her messages throughout the day, probably writing one too many “I love you’s”.

However, the day got progressively better once you found out that the case that was going on was local, meaning that Emily will be coming home tonight. Giddily, you got out of bed, roaming through the kitchen in hope to find the necessary ingredients for dinner, her reaction a constant motivation to do anything for her. Really, you would give her the world if you could.

The rest of the day was filled with grocery shopping and apartment tidying, preparing the dining table with a clean white tablecloth and three vanilla-flavored candles in the middle, ready to be lighted up later. You didn’t bother to change into your clothes once you got back from the supermarket, tossing the jeans away and remaining once again in her oversized shirt. 

Soon, boredom caged you, knowing that Emily could well arrive at a decent hour or past midnight. You could only hope that it wasn’t going to be the second option today.

“Hey, love. Let me know when you’re out of work”, you texted her at some point, internally wishing that she would magically say that she’s already on her way.

“I will. I love you, mi amor”, she said back in a matter of minutes, and it made your heart sing whenever she would use those words for you. 

You were such a goner, you didn’t even bother to hide it.

”I love you too, Em”, you sent in a matter of seconds, knowing that she adored the nickname from the moment it fell from your lips.

Sighing again, you plopped on the couch with a blanket and a book, deciding that it was the only way to make the time pass faster in your girlfriend’s absence. And the moment she notified you that she was getting ready to leave, your heart rate picked up as you made your way to the kitchen, starting to prepare the pasta sauce.

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Twisting her keys into the front door, Emily was greeted by the smell of your cooking, a smile already tugging at her lips. Closing the door behind her, she hung her coat and got out of her boots, tossing her keys on the counter. The combination of her stomach churning and her heart fluttering caused an almost overwhelming excitement as she made her way to the kitchen.

”Honey? I’m home!”, her voice was like a melody, emphasizing on the last word.

She pauses in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly as she sees you in her shirt and bare legs, for a moment her mind going blank. You looked absolutely divine right now - it almost made her forget how to breathe properly. There was something so intimate and domestic about the sight of you in her clothes, stirring up a strange mix of emotions that she would gladly get used to.

“Say something, you idiot”, a small voice was yelling at her, but her voice just wouldn’t cooperate right now, only managing to let out a couple of mumbled words.

“Is that…my shirt?”.

You paused the stirring motion for a bit, turning towards her and enjoying that look of pure adoration on her face. It made you want to simply go and wear her clothes all the time. 

“You mean our shirt?”, your voice had a subtle teasing tone that didn’t go unnoticed, evident by the delicate shade of pink on her cheeks.

It was like your question short-circuited her brain again. Moving on autopilot, she walked further into the kitchen to join you, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before settling her chin on your shoulder.

Silence.

”Earth to Emily?”, you couldn’t help but tease her more, resuming your attention to the hot pan of sauce on the stove. 

“Huh…? Yeah, I’m here”, her voice was whispery, like she was miles away, “it looks good on you”…so good that you’re going to be the death of me someday - she wanted to add, but kept it to her thoughts.

“Thank you, love”, you replied affectionately, somehow making her fall in love even more with you.

It was just impossible not to.

She plants a kiss to your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck, the feeling of her lips in contact with your skin causing you to unconsciously shiver in response. She tightens her grip around your waist, continuing the soft kisses on your neck until she hears a long sigh coming from your lips.

”Em, if you continue that, we won’t be eating anytime soon. And I made pappardelle bolognese…”, you whined a bit, not caring at all about the food at this moment, your senses all focused on her perfect lips.

And if she wasn’t starving right now, you would have already been in her arms on the way to the bedroom. It made her groan a bit, the sound of her comfort food bringing her back to reality.

”Fine…”, she pouted, resting her chin back on your shoulder, savoring the closeness of this scene instead. 

Maybe after.

She watched as you kept cooking, her heart doing those weird little flutters again. Here you were, making her favorite meal after a long day, wearing her clothes and looking unbelievably beautiful in the process. She must be dreaming.

”I love you”, she spoke softly, finding no other way to express her gratitude for your presence. For the way you always took care of her. For the way you lighted up her world from the moment your paths crossed. For the way you made her forget how loneliness feels like. For everything.

”I love you too”, you moved your head slightly to smile at her, and she immediately took the opportunity to kiss your lips this time.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, but in the coziness of your shared apartment, time seemed to stand still as you ate dinner at the candlelight table, the faint smell of vanilla bringing a soothing sense to the room. It was silent, but not the awkward one where you didn’t know what subject to bring up - it was a comforting one, in which you basked into the feeling that you were in the presence of each other. No words were needed.

And later that night, when both your clothes found their way back onto the bedroom floor, the rest of the world faded away, letting you be just two women that loved each other endlessly, forever and always.

[formulafics]

Hi, love your fics!! ❤️❤️ Could I request a charles x reader? One where she's also a driver (your choice which team) and she's from Poland and their flags just look like 🇵🇱🇲🇨 and it's like a "funny" coincidence to the fans or something, maybe it's a charles and y/n thing to always point out how similar their flags are

★ IF YOU CANT BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM | CL16

Scenario: time and time again, your flag gets mixed up with your boyfriends’, and vice versa. this time around, something a little more interesting than just a mixed up flag happens.

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader (mclaren driver)

A/N: i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to! thank you so much for your patience 🫶🏻 this is actually such a cute idea, i love it. i hope you enjoy the fic! <3 ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST CHARLES FIC ‼️WHO CHEERED?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc good to be back on the podium…even with the flag mishap. i wouldn’t want it to be any flag but @/yn_ln’s.

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yn_ln i could say the same for your flag. congrats on p2 baby you deserve it! 🥰

scuderiaferrari if you can’t beat them join them. right @/yn_ln ?

⤷ yn_ln 👀

⤷ rizzciardo hey so what does this mean lol

landonorris get a room

⤷ yn_ln bet 🤭

leclercnorrisrussel WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION I SAID

lovelyleclerc yk its a good day when yn and charles are on the podium together

lovelyleclerc WAIT A MINUTE WTF DO YOU MEAN FERRARI

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc (accidentally) took his flag, joined his team, and now taking his name. 🤭❤️

thanks lando for taking the pictures 🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc through sickness, health, and mixed flags 😂

⤷ yn_leclerc forever and always baby ❤️

landonorris thank god i don’t have to spend another year with you

⤷ yn_leclerc just bc we aren’t gonna be teammates doesn’t mean we aren’t friends 🤨 you’re not getting rid of me that easily mister. also i gave you photo credits i expect you to be nicer

pierregasly congratulations ❤️ love you guys

maxverstappen1 💙

georgerussel63 congrats guys 💙

carmenmundt so happy for you both! congratulations, mr and mrs. leclerc! ❤️

paularon_ @/arthur_leclerc can be the flower child at the wedding!

lovelyleclerc SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ARE YOU SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

ferraricharles BABE WAKE UP YN AND CHARLES ARE ENGAGED

stardustf1 serving parents more than ever with this one

yn_leclerc and scuderiaferrari

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yn_leclerc a wise man once said “if you can’t beat them, join them” and join them i did. 🤭 can’t wait to see what the 2024 season brings!

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charles_leclerc i love you ❤️ can’t wait

⤷ yn_leclerc i love you more

oscarpiastri thank you for the seat

⤷ yn_leclerc your welcome pls take care of lando

⤷ thumbsuplando CRYING I ALREADY MISS YN AND LANDO SO BADLY

scuderiaferrari happy to have you! 🥰

lovelyleclerc everytime i get the notif that you post, i go insane. i just wanted you to know that!

norrisnation i’m gonna miss you in mclaren but im so happy for you 😭🧡

ynsnumberone MOTHER

⤷ rizzciardo it truly isn’t a yn post if there isn’t someone in the comments calling her mother

thank you for reading! all feedback is appreciated! — dae <3

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HELLOOOO I AM BACK AGAIN, May I request for Heartsteel! (all of em again) x fem! reader how would they treat you on your first date/where would yall be in your first date? (pls do include Alune too if you may!) thank you so much!

Our first date

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone, Alune x fem!reader

Aphelios

Aphelios is such a gamer boy

He'd probably take you to one of those claw machines shops

You know the ones that just have a bunch of functional claw machines, and you get to try your luck at them

He'd be a total god at them it's unbelievable

He'd get you anything that you lay eyes on for more than 2 seconds

That Badtzmaru plush? It's yours in 7 seconds

That figurine of your favorite character? He's getting it right now

And if you get him anything? He will melt

Aphelios will cherish what you got him more than anything (other than you or alune)

During the date, he'll speak to you softly and, if you want, he'll teach you his ways on the claw machine

He'll stand behind you while you play and would not mind any affection given to him out of excitement

He tries to get you something in secret, and if he succeeds, he would be smiling so hard under his mask

You both exit the claw machine place with your arms filled with prizes, most for you and some for himself

Then he takes you out to eat something, anything

Though he does love his takeout 🙃

When he takes you home, be sure to show him your gratitude by kissing him on the cheek after placing your stuff on your living room

He'll be thinking about what to do for the next date 💙💙

Ezreal

For a first date, he'd probably take you out to karaoke

He'd be able to show off what he likes to do and see your taste in music

And by that, he'll definitely be able to determine things about you

To get you comfortable, he'll sing to you a few times and encourage you to sing either with him or alone

If you sing a duet with him, he'll be very pleased and choose some type love song like "can't help falling in love" or something lol

and if you get the courage to sing a song for him, he'd totally encourage you and sing praises

He'd get shivers down his spine while you sing and if you mess up he wouldn't even laugh

He would just smile at you sweetly and listen as you sing

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't notice that you finished the song until you poke him on the cheek

After a while, both of you get tired of singing, throats stomachs hurting from singing and laughing

When he drives you back home, and after some ice cream, he walks you up to your door and opens his arms while asking for a goodbye hug💚💚

He'ssosweetandcuteijustwannakisshimtotomorrowiwishhewadrealoml

Sett

Sett would probably have a mall date with you 🙃

He wants to fet to know you in a more relaxed setting where it's just you and him

He'll get to know your style and what you usually look forward to while shopping

BTW, he learned all this because he asked his mom about it

Anyways, he'd also get to show off his arms and strength by carrying the bags!

Win win situating right?

He'd definitely want to get the photobooth pictures with you and keep them in his wallet

He's so cute oml

If you recommend something to him, like a sleeveless jacket, protein powder/shakes, or pins?

He's getting them and putting them on his person instantly

Especially if it's a plush! He's adding that to the collection that you haven't seen yet

Other than that, he'd be able to ask you questions while walking, and when you get hungry, you both would just go to the food court and get what you guys want!

He's so gentle with you, following you to every store like a pup, a smile on his face as you show him a dress you like or shoes you think would look good with his fit

He's looking at you with the most live striken eyes as you go on about your week and more

if you ask him any question, he'll answer very truthfully

And when he drives you home, he helps bring the bags up to the front door before attempting to leave with a wave and a smile

But you pull him back for a hug and a kiss on the cheek

When he gets inside his car, his face is as pink, and his hair and his ears perked up higher than anyone's used to seeing💜

Kayn

You don't know what you're getting into

Kayn is scared

Before meeting up with you, he had to tall Rhaast some basic rules like, don't be disrespectful and some other ones that he need to keep in mind

Even though Kayn is quite wild, he didn't want to scare you on the first date

So he met up with you at your place on foot and you both went on the bus to the nearest paintball/airsoft park

He showed you the basics of the games, you watched and admired him intently, and played some yourself

You guys didn't go against each other as he spectayed while you played and you spectator while he played

At first, he was slightly romantic, helping you with putting on gear and protection so you wouldn't get hurt

But when the adrenaline started getting to the both of you, he started to get a bit roudy

But you know it's because of the adrenaline

He treats you with utmost care and affection

If you're nervous about the first game, he'll comfort you, though it's kinda difficult because he's not used to it

He makes sure you're not too hurt, and if you get a mark due to a bb

After a few hours, you guys walked to the closest convenience store, and he called one of his friends to pick him and you up in a few minutes

He bought you a few snacks and some drinks to cool off and walked towards a nearby park to sit around and talk to you

When the ride came and you arrived home, you held his hand and sqeezed it lightly before leaving the car with a soft smile

You, sadly, didn't see him cover his face with his hands after you shut the door and walked inside

Yone definitely saw that 🤭

K'sante

K'sante would 100% have a first date at a pottery painting place!!!

He'd suggest painting something for you and you painting something for him!

He designed a Ramen bowl for you while asking about your favorite things, like color, character, music genre, and clothing style

You also asked him some questions, but your creative piece didn't come out as well because you were so distracted with how gentle he was with the details of your bowl and how handsome he was

The plate you were designing looked,,, not as good, and you felt he definitely deserved a better plate

So you kept silent and concentrated

Some questions here and there are to get to know each other better, but most of the time is used on painting.

So, in the end, it was a silent date with him

Very comforting and soft

After you both finished your pieces for each other and washed your hands, you both went out to eat out together!

Two days later, K'sante appeared at your front door with a ramen bowl that was your favorite color with your favorite shape.

The plate you made is something he uses when you're around to make you feel proud of yourself!!

Before he leaves you with your new favorite bowl, you grab him by the hand and pull slightly before hugging him 🧡

Aigh I love himsosomuch its unfair

Yone

He'd totally, 100%, bring you to an all-out dinner.

He'd call beforehand, asking you to wear the fanciest dress you have because later that day, you're both going to a fancy restaurant

Just the two of you

No gang. No annoyance. Nothing

He had told the group that he had something very important to do and does not want any problems

And in the first minute with you in the restaurant, he was called by Sett

He turned off his phone after that call and apologized sincerely

At the start, he was mesmerized with your looks, so when you asked a question, he had to double take on what you said

(The fancy restaurant was a sushi restaurant, I hope you like that)

He answered your questions and you answered his

And when your orders came, it was quite silent

His looks, his hands, his hair!!! He was just so handsome

You couldn't help but stop eating to just,,,

Stare at him for a minute or so

And as if feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to see you looking at him with hearts in your eyes

After your meal, he drives you home and walks you to your door

He was shaky and nervous as you looked at him

And like any cringey romance movie, you kissed his cheek and left a red/pink/gloss mark on it before entering your home and saying thank you and good night

He had to take a minute to himself

He walked back to his car and turned on his phone

Taking a picture of himself with your lips marked on his cheek, he texted you good night and the picture before being spammed by both you and the boys

He put the picture you took of both you and him in front of the restaurant as his background

Now he's gonna be stressed out because of the gang

Let's hope everything goes alright

He'll be thinking about you all night before rubbing off the mark of your lips, guiltily ❤️

He's so freaking pretty

Alune

(WAAA THERE REALLY ISNT ANY GIFS FOR ALUNE AND IM SOBBING ILHSM)

Alune would definitely invite you to her place and have a movie date with you

Both you and her would do your nails and play games before watching movies or series

She had to tell her twing that she was inviting you over and wants some privacy

So he went to hang out with the boys for the day while his sister has her special day

Before anything, she buys some snacks and asks you to bring anything you'd like, plushies, clothes, blankets, anything!!

She does your nails, you do her nails

She does your hair (with some struggle since aphelios is the one that does hair best), you do her hair

She turns every light off and on the couch, you both cuddle and ask questions to each other before watching the movie or series

After that, if there is time, you both play games! Whether board or online, you both enjoy your time

Her voice is very alluring, so every word she says, it takes all of your attention to her

Before you leave her place, she tells you to call her so she knows that you're safe

She knows how people are and wishes nothing bad to happen upon you

GAUSH SHE SO PRTTY I LOVE HER SMMM!!!!

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Note!

AAAAH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST, IT WAS SO SO CUTE!!!

I will say one thing, idk much about kayn, so I really have to do some research on his character. I'm also feeling a bit better, but tomorrow there won't be an update because I have a really long essay I have to write, and I'm very nervous about it 😭😭

Anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ITS SO SO CUTE!!! 💙💙💙💙

[literaryavenger]

So I read somewhere that if the word ‘Sputnik’ is said to Bucky it knocks him out. Like it was a way for HYDRA to temporarily incapacitate him until they could control him better if he got out of hand. I’d love to see if you could write about how the reader and the team would deal with this situation. Maybe incorporate the satellite, as we know how much Bucky loves space. 💙✨ Maybe an established relationship? Again don’t need to do this, but I thought you’d appreciate a little help to get out of this writers block :)

Sputnik

Summary: Bucky's fascinacion with Space gives the team an interesting, emotional week.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!BlackWidow!Reader, Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Various!Avengers

Warnings: Language. Established relationship. Mentions of Bucky's past and trauma. So much angst, but tons of fluff too. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.4K. This one got away from me, lol.

A/N: Okay, so I heard about this too and did some research and found out it is a thing that the Red Skull uses against Bucky in one of the many universes of the comics, but it can only be used once. What I couldn’t find is how to wake him up, so that part is made up by me lol. Anyway, I hope this satisfies you, Anon, and to everyone that’s sent me requests already, I promise I plan on working on all of them, even if it takes me a little time. But keep ‘em coming! Also, I put a lot of MCU references and lines, so have fun finding them all, lol.

Masterlist

Life isn’t always fair.

That’s something most people can agree on. But it’s especially never been fair for one Bucky Barnes.

Bucky has been an Avenger for years now, and sometimes he still feels like he’s made little to no progress. Other times even he can’t deny how far he’s come.

Like right now, he’s sitting on the couch with you, his girlfriend, sitting next to him with your legs over his as he strokes your thigh absentmindedly while he’s engrossed in a conversation with Peter about astrology.

That’s something that Bucky has always found interesting, and the young genius has been filling Bucky in on everything he’s missed on the subject since the 40s.

Most of the Avengers are away on missions and the rest of the team that’s at the Compound (Tony, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Sam, Natasha, Bucky and you) are all hanging out in the common room, the fading colors of the sundown coming through the window making for a nice setting.

Tony, Steve and Sam are talking about Formula One, Peter and Bucky are in their own little nerd world and you are talking with Natasha and Wanda about the latest tv show you’ve all been binging together.

Your attention is brought on Bucky when he taps on your leg gently to signal you to get them off of him so he can get up, never breaking his conversation with Peter.

“What’s a satellite?” Bucky asks with furrowed eyebrows as he gets up from the couch.

“It’s an artificial body placed in orbit around the earth, or moon or another planet, in order to collect information or for communication.” Peter explains like the cute little geek he is while Bucky goes to the kitchen to get another beer, still concentrating on their conversation.

“You know,” Tony interjects, the whole team’s attention now on their exchange. “The first artificial Earth satellite launched in 1957, it was called Sputnik and it was-”

“Bucky?” You interrupt Tony in the middle of his fun fact when you see your boyfriend freezing as he’s about to sit on the couch where he was a minute ago.

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his eyes rolling back into his head and then he falls to the ground unconscious.

“Bucky!” You yell as you kneel beside him, everyone else rushing to his side, just as worried as you.

You grab him by his shoulders and shake him a little, but the man doesn’t move a muscle. You look around at the team, but everyone is equally as clueless about what’s happening as you are.

“Should we try slapping him?” Sam offers, earning a glare from both you and Steve and a slap on the back of his head by Natasha.

You look back at Bucky, but you can’t think of anything to do to help him, your mind completely blank. You feel a hand on your shoulder but you pay it no mind, your eyes focused on Bucky.

“We could try the book…” Steve’s voice is quiet but to your ears those words feel like a scream and your eyes snap up to his just to find him already looking at you.

You know what book he’s talking about, of course you know. The Winter Soldier’s red book, the one Bucky gave you to keep safe because he trusts you with his life.

You’re the only one that has access to it, but you’ve never even opened it because Bucky trusted you not to unless it was necessary. He chose not to destroy it for this exact reason, in case something inexplicable happened to him. 

He himself has never opened the book, so it stands to reason that there are a lot of things he doesn’t know about the Winter Soldier’s programming.

You promised him you’d keep it safe and that’s what you’ve done so far, but you also promised yourself you’d never open it and see the horrors even Bucky doesn’t know they did to him. You certainly never thought it would be necessary, that’s why you agreed to it.

But right now, as much as you hate to admit it, it’s your best option. 

You leave Bucky in Steve’s care and go to your and Bucky’s room. You go into the closet and remove the hardwood plank in the far corner and reach into it to take out a small safe.

It’s Stark Technology, even Bucky wouldn’t be able to get into it, if he even knew it was there. But he doesn’t, he was very insistent on you being the only person that knew the book’s hiding place.

You scan your thumbprint, then your retina and lastly say the voice command ‘Jamie’ and the light turns green. The safe opens and you reach into it, moving away the files about yourself you recovered from the Red Room after you and Natasha escaped, then the Hydra file Natasha found on Bucky and some other documents you have there before spotting the red leather at the bottom of the safe. You pull it out and hesitate before sighing. 

This is necessary. 

That’s what you keep telling yourself over and over as you open it and start looking through the pages for anything about Bucky passing out.

Thankfully it doesn’t take long for you to find it, and you’re careful to put everything away the way it was before going back to Bucky.

While you were looking for an explanation, Steve and Sam moved Bucky to the medbay where Tony hooked up some machines to him to make sure he was still healthy, even if he’s unconscious.

You enter the room and hesitate before walking up to the bed. You can tell everyone’s worried, most likely because even the shuffle of bringing him here didn’t wake him up.

“Please tell me nobody slapped him.” you say quietly, half joking and half actually worried someone tried to slap him awake. When Steve shakes his head no, you let out a relieved breath and cross your arms in front of your chest. “I think I know what happened.”

“You do? What is it?” Steve asks hopefully, although the tone in your voice doesn’t prompt anything good.

“Apparently, Hydra planted a failsafe in Bucky’s subconscious.” Everyone’s attention is on you, and you look at everything but Bucky. “It was made in case the Winter Soldier rebelled and they needed a quick way to shut him down.”

“I don’t get it, why didn’t Shuri take it out with his trigger words?” Sam asks with a frown.

“She didn’t know about it.” You answer simply. “Bucky didn’t even know about it…”

“If she didn’t know it existed, she didn’t know to look for it…” Tony elaborates and Sam nods.

“Does it say what the word is?” Steve asks you.

“The word is ‘Sputnik’.” You say while looking at Tony with a tight-lipped smile. You know it’s not his fault, he obviously didn’t do it on purpose and you know he understands you don’t blame him, and neither would Bucky. “Good news is, the failsafe can only be used once.” Everyone relaxes a little, at least there’s the bright side that this won’t ever happen again.

“And the bad news is…?” Natasha prompts while raising her eyebrow, making everyone tense again. You sigh, damn her for knowing you so well.

“Since it’s never been used, there’s no saying what will happen to him, how long it’ll last or how to wake him up…” You trail off, looking down at your feet while biting your lip before finishing your sentence. “If he even wakes up.”

You hear Wanda gasp at your words and the room goes silent. You don’t have the courage of looking anybody in the eye at the moment, so you just keep looking down.

“What do you mean, if he even wakes up?” Peter is the one that asks the question, his voice quiet and a little unsteady.

“It’s Hydra we’re talking about, I doubt they cared about the consequences their actions would bring on Bucky’s psyche…” You say bitterly, wishing you had any Hydra agent at hand so you could snap their neck. “That trigger word could’ve done anything to him.”

“T-there has to be something else, maybe you missed something.” Steve mutters and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. You know this is coming from a good place, he’s worried for his best friend, but it’s still annoying that he’s doubting you.

“All it says in the book is that it’s supposed to knock him out long enough to provide an opportunity to move him somewhere where he can’t do any damage or even put him back into Cryo if necessary.” You recall word for word what you read in the book, making it clear that there’s nothing else to be done. “All we can do is wait it out…”

You glance at Bucky and something inside you snaps. You know you can’t look at his still, angelic face any longer or you’ll lose it, so you turn around and walk out of the room, leaving everybody perplexed at the wake of your actions.

“Wait!” Steve says from behind you, but you don’t turn around until you’re at the elevators.

“We can keep watch on him one at a time until he wakes up.” That’s all you say while entering the elevator, giving him no chance to say anything back.

He understands this is a lot for you, so he decides not to push it. Instead he sighs and turns around, walking back to the rest of the team to tell them your, admittedly simple, plan.

Day 1

Steve volunteers to be the first one to watch over Bucky, hoping that he’ll wake up within a day and then everything will go back to normal.

“Hey, Buck.”  He says quietly as he sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. 

“This is weird…” He says more to himself while studying Bucky’s face. “Should I talk to you? What should I even say to you? I don’t know, man…”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ve known me my whole life. My entire, overextended life… Is there really anything you don’t know about me yet? Well, maybe…” 

Steve knows there’s something he hasn’t told Bucky. It’s something he hasn’t told anyone, really. But he needs to get it off his chest, so he takes a deep breath and decides to go for it.

“It’s hard, Buck… This whole hero thing.” He says quietly while looking at his lap. “I got into this life to help people, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, but… I never thought it’d be this hard.”

Steve plays with his fingers as he talks. He knows Bucky probably can’t hear him, he can’t even see him at the moment, but he still feels guilty about what he’s saying. 

“Remember during the war, how we used to think about going home after it was all over and find a nice gal, settle down, have a family…” Steve can’t help but smile at the memory of all the times they spent in bars between fights with the Howling Commandos, just fantasizing about what their lives would be like after the war was over. “I know what I have with Natasha is real, and I love her, and you got pretty lucky too.” He smirks at Bucky while thinking about his relationship with you. 

“But this isn’t really the life we imagined, is it?” His smile falls. He can’t help but feel like saying these things out loud make him look selfish. But who better to understand him than his best friend, who went through something very similar? So he keeps going.

“This job, man… People depend on us to keep them safe, and that’s a lot of responsibility on its own, but being Captain America…” Steve scoffs, just the title he was given all those years ago now carries a weight he can’t escape. “It’s exhausting.” 

Steve finally looks up at Bucky, half expecting him to be looking at him with an irritated expression, but Bucky’s still unconscious, his face still and peaceful, almost as if he’s merely sleeping.

“I try to be perfect all the time, but, outside this team, no one wants me to be myself… They want me to be the version of myself that they like. The version that serves them better.” Steve leans in, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes focused on Bucky’s face. “But I’ve always known I could be myself with you. ‘That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight’, right?” 

Steve laughs. That’s how Bucky described him. Even after the serum, that’s how Bucky always saw him.

“That’s me… You’ve always seen me for who I was, not who you needed me to be…” He takes Bucky’s hand in his. “Even when I had nothing, I had you… And I know what you’d tell me if you were awake,” 

Steve chuckles, knowing his stubborn best friend would insist Steve would be fine even without him. “I have the Avengers, I found myself a family, I’ll be okay…” He pauses thinking about the team, but then he gets to you and his smile falls again. “But her.” 

He knows he doesn’t have to say anything more. If Bucky were awake, he would immediately understand Steve’s talking about you. “For her it’s different.” Steve says quietly. Everybody knows how much Bucky means to you. “You’re everything to her, Bucky.”

Day 2

Bucky still hasn’t woken up, but you can’t bring yourself to watch over him and Natasha can see it on your face when Steve suggested you’d be the next one on Bucky watch, so she offers to go instead of you like the good big sister she is.

“Hi, Barnes.” She says when she sits down on the same chair Steve spent the day on yesterday. “I think we both know I’m only here for your little doll.” Natasha teases with a small smirk before she gets more serious.

“She can’t face this yet…” Natasha says quietly, thinking about your face just moments ago. “She doesn’t believe she’s as strong as we both know she is.”

Natasha knows you haven’t slept much, the darkening circles under your eyes give you away.

“But I get it,” she sighs “you mean so much to her.” She’s never seen you as happy as you are since you started dating Bucky, and she knows you’d do anything to protect that. Hell, Natasha herself would do anything to protect something as pure as your relationship with Bucky.

“Our whole lives, all she wanted was what she has with you now.” Natasha smiles sadly at Bucky. “And now that she’s found it, it’s hard for her to face reality and admit to herself that she might lose it…” 

Natasha sighs and shakes her head, thinking about everything organizations like Hydra and the Red Room took from all of them, and how they’re still managing to hurt them even after all these years.

“You know,” She says after a moment of silence “I’ve never been homesick. Because there was no place I belonged to.”

She knows Bucky felt the same way for the longest time, and she wants to give him the same hope she had. “And then I got this, this job… This family. And you’re part of that family too, Bucky.”

She leans in and scans Bucky’s face, looking for any signs that he might be conscious, but she finds nothing. 

“None of us are ready to lose that. To lose you.” She tries to drive home the point by taking his hand. “You have a family again, a family that cares for you.” 

“And you can’t do this to her… You know you can’t.” She adds after another moment of silence. “All our lives, she’s been looking for a home… You are her home, Bucky.”

Day 3

“Hey, man.” Sam sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. 

“I know, I know, I’m probably the last person you want here…” Sam chuckles. “But that’s too damn bad for you, because I’m gonna be here anyway.”

Sam looks at Bucky, it feels kind of weird for him to see him without the scowl that’s usually directed at him. “Oh, how I wish I could know what’s going on in that big cyborg brain of yours…” Sam says with a small grin. 

“If you were awake you’d be glaring at me. Is it weird that I kind of miss it?” He wonders out loud. “Two days without your annoying staring problem is two days too long…” 

Sam chuckles again. He knows Bucky would be threatening his life at this point if he were awake. Not that he’d ever follow through with his threats, though. Sam sighs.

“I know you don’t want me getting all sappy on you, but… I never did tell you why I tease you so much, did I?” Sam says quietly as he sits back on his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’ve asked me repeatedly why, but you don’t really expect an answer when you do…”

A lot of the conversations between them end with Bucky asking Sam why he’s such a pain in his ass while Sam, and anyone else witnessing the exchange for that matter, just laugh. Even you.

“But here I am, giving you one anyway.” Sam says with a grin. At this point he’s almost hoping that if he annoys Bucky enough, he’ll wake up just to kick his ass. 

“You know how they say ‘we accept the love we think we deserve’? Well, I know how little love you truly believe you deserve.” Sam has never said these things out loud, especially not to Bucky because he knows that wouldn’t end up well for anybody. But now he feels like he has to.

“Thing is…” Sam says quietly, taking the rare moment where Bucky is not rolling his eyes or glaring at him to be honest. “You deserve so much more than you care to admit, Bucky.” 

He looks out the window for a moment before looking back at Bucky.

“And I’m gonna mess with you, and make fun of you, and tease you like friends do.” He says defiantly, almost challenging Bucky to stop him. “Because, whether you like it or not, I am your friend.”

Sam grins at Bucky, wishing he was awake just so Sam could see Bucky’s face as he annoys him. “You have people that care about you, Bucky. You have a whole team that does.” 

Sam says sincerely with an easy smile, but then he sighs. He knows, if Bucky could reply, he wouldn’t want to believe what Sam’s saying. Ever the stubborn one, that man.

“Look Bucky, I know you believe you’re hard to love…” Sam says quietly, thinking about his next words carefully with you in mind. “But she loves you like it’s breathing, man.”

Day 4 

“Good morning, Bucky.” Wanda says as she enters Bucky’s room in the medbay. “How are you feeling?”

She sits down and sighs. “Yeah, I know, I could easily just look into your mind and see for myself, like Tony has been bugging me to do since all this started, but…” She pauses and smiles softly at Bucky. “I made you a promise.”

Bucky didn’t trust Wanda when he first met her. He knew she had ties to Hydra, he knew she could control his mind and he had enough of that for a lifetime.

“I’ve never entered one of our friend’s minds on principle, but I know how important it was to you that I willingly promised you outright.” She says softly while remembering the look on his face when she seeked him out to relieve his worries. “It didn’t take a mind reader to see the weight being lifted off your shoulders when I actually said the words…” 

After that Bucky seemed less guarded around her, they even had some conversations about their experiences with Hydra, and Bucky came to understand where Wanda was coming from.

“And I get it, you’ve had no control over your own mind for the longest time, you don’t want anyone else in there.” Wanda says quietly “You trust me not to, and I’d never betray that trust.” 

She’s proud that she was able to gain Bucky’s trust, and she’d never do anything to lose that.

“You and I both know what it’s like to have nothing,” She sits back on her chair, her eyes on the window. “and we both value trust above all else, having had no one to trust for the longest time.” 

“After I got these… These powers…” She looked at the red energy coming out her fingers while they played with it. “I knew people saw me differently. I knew they feared me…”

Her Sokovian accent comes out more as she gets emotional, her eyes leaving her hand as she looks back at Bucky. “And Hydra conditioned you to expect people to fear you, too.” She says sadly. “But we can’t control other people’s fears. Only our own.”

That’s a lesson that took her a while to learn, but it’s an important one for both of them.

“We’re not monsters.” She says with conviction, like she’s trying to convince him more than just remind him, before adding. “We are all born so beautiful… The greatest tragedy is being convinced we’re not.”

Wanda smiles, that’s another lesson that was hard to learn, but luckily for them they had someone to help them believe it.

“You know who taught us that, who helped us really believe it…” Wanda chuckles softly, thinking about how you went above and beyond for both her and Bucky. Even before you started dating him, you wanted to make him see himself the way you saw, and still see him. 

“She believes wholeheartedly that you’re beautiful. I don’t need to use my powers to see the way her eyes, her face, her whole soul lights up when she looks at you…” Wanda feels like he needs to remind Bucky what he has. If he’s fighting, he needs to know what he’s fighting for. “You’re her hope, and her peace… You’re her whole world, Bucky.”

Day 5 

“Hello, Mr. Barnes, sir.” Peter says shyly as he hesitantly sits down on the chair, almost expecting Bucky to look at him and tell him not to do that because Bucky always insists Peter call him by his nickname like everybody, but Peter never does.

“I’m sorry, I know you hate it when I do that.” Peter scratches the back of his neck nervously. “You always say ‘just because I have a few decades on you, it doesn’t mean you have to call me sir’.”

Peter chuckles. “I know that, but I can’t help it… It’s not because you’re older,” Peter quickly reassures him. “It’s because I respect you. I admire you, really…” Peter blushes a little at the admission, but after all Bucky is a war hero and a role model.

“Everything you went through, even before Hydra…” He trails off, glancing at Bucky with a pained expression before continuing. “It made you stronger. You’ve always been able to help people, even without being a supersoldier.” 

Peter remembers the conversations he had with Bucky, after the man got used to the 16-year-old’s enthusiasm and energy, where Peter’s curiosity and genuine interest of what he had to say brought them hours of Bucky recalling what it was like to live in the 40s and through a war.

“You had a duty back then… To protect your country, your family and your friends… It was a responsibility, albeit a terrible one at that.” Peter says admiringly, recalling how shocked he had been when Bucky told him he got drafted and didn’t enlist like it says in his exhibit at the Smithsonian. “But you know what it’s like, to do what you have to do because it’s the right thing…” 

“I know you look at me and see a younger version of Mr. Rogers… Young and small and in need of help…” Peter says after a moment of silence, chuckling at the similarities he felt he shared with the pre-serum version of Steve before Peter got his powers. “And I get it, I spent my whole life like that… And then I got this opportunity.”

Peter looks at his hands, knowing what he can do with them alone is extraordinary. But he didn’t feel like he deserved it when it first happened.

“It was an accident. A fluke, a mistake…” He said quietly, words he’d never said out loud but he’s said to himself countless times. “But it gave me a chance to help people.” He says, now very proud of the opportunity he’s been given.

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t… And then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.” He says while smiling at the memory of telling Tony that when he first recruited him. “And I know fighting is the right thing to do, but it’s also a lot for me to take on…” His voice gets quieter.

“And it took me a while to get the hang of it. I still struggle with it sometimes…” He admits sheepishly. 

“But, ‘just because you took longer than others, doesn't mean you failed.’” He says before smiling at Bucky. “Remember that, kid.’” he says imitating Bucky’s deep voice with a chuckle.

“You told me that, sir. And I always remember that.” He says, proud of himself. “I’m doing my best, and that’s what matters…” His smile falters when he then sees you pass Bucky’s medbay room, like you do a few times a day even if you still can’t bring yourself to enter it.

“She’s doing her best too, Mr. Barnes.” Peter says quietly, looking worriedly at you. “To keep herself together, to not break down… To not lose hope.” 

Peter looks back at Bucky and leans in, like he’s telling him a secret. “But I can tell it’s getting harder. She can’t sleep, or eat, she can’t stop thinking about you but she can’t bear to see you like this…” 

Peter almost hoped that telling him this would be enough to make Bucky wake up, but he understands that it’s more complicated than just willpower. Peter sighs and leans back in his chair, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he looks at Bucky. “You have to come back to her, Bucky.”

Day 6 

You almost shove Tony into Bucky’s room. Everybody else is busy, most of the team being out on missions, and you still can’t bring yourself to see him.

“Hey, Terminator, how’s the coma going?” You groan loudly enough for him to hear while yelling ‘Tony!’ from outside and he chuckles. “Kidding, kidding…” 

Tony reluctantly sits down on the chair next to Bucky’s bed. It’s not like he hates him, they have slowly developed a relationship. It’s not quite enough to call it a true friendship, but it’s enough for them to get along when they’re in a group setting, they just don’t spend any time just the two of them. 

“Fine, let’s level, Barnes.” Tony says with a sigh after several minutes of silence. “I know we’ve had a rocky relationship from the start, but you have to see where I’m coming from.” 

Tony thinks back at what happened in Siberia. He feels guilty about it now, but in the moment he was in the eye of the tornado. He couldn’t see a way out.

“Seeing you do those things on camera… It did something to me. And then that’s all I could see, your hand around my mom’s throat…” He trails off, swallowing hard as the memory comes rushing back. “But that wasn’t your fault.” He concedes after another moment of silence. 

“You know how they say that villains deserve to have their stories told from their own point of view?” He asks rhetorically, knowing Bucky can’t answer. “I never believed that. I thought it was just an excuse for bad people to justify their actions… A ‘you don’t know what drove me here, so you can’t judge my actions, as bad as they may seem to you’ type of thing.”

He glances down before looking back at Bucky with a small smile. “And then I met you. And I tried to kill you…” He chuckles awkwardly, then sighs. “But I’m glad I didn’t succeed. I’d never been able to get to know you, to understand your side of things… You’re a pretty badass dude.”

Tony smiles at Bucky. Even he has to admit that Bucky has made so much progress. He’s opened up more than anyone would’ve expected, he cares about the team, he laughs and jokes around with everybody. He’s not as guarded as he used to be, he’s truly a part of their evergrowing, eccentric family.

“I know I should’ve told you this a long time ago. It’s always been kind of implied, but…” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t blame you for what happened to my parents. Not anymore.” 

He pauses, he’s never actually said the words out loud, but right now he needs to.

“But I will blame you if you leave her like this…” He says playfully before adding more seriously. “She needs you, Bucky. More than you know, maybe even more than you need her.”

He’s never actually called him by his name, but he knows this is important and doesn��t find it in himself to come up with some funny nickname.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, and you’re hers.” He adds after another second. “And I know, part of the journey is the end, but… It’s not time for your end yet. Don’t leave her like this.” 

Day 7 

You can’t put it off any longer.

The team is out on various missions, you’re the only one in the compound along with a still unconscious Bucky. You take a deep, shaky breath and enter his room.

For a moment you stand in the doorway, tempted to run out as far and fast as you can. But you need to do this.

You walk to his bedside and bite your lip as you look at his peaceful face. Steve was right, he looks like he’s just sleeping. But you know better.

“Hi, baby…” You say quietly as you run your fingers through his hair softly. “I know, I’m sorry I haven’t… I haven’t been here.”

You feel guilty that you haven’t been taking care of him like you should. “But seeing you like this… It just hurts so bad.” You know it’s selfish. He’s the one that you should be caring for, but all you can preoccupy yourself with is your own feelings. “I want to be strong for you and I’m sorry I can’t…” 

You sit down on the chair next to his bed, gently taking his flesh hand in yours, and it’s as warm as it’s always been. For a few moments you do nothing more than just look at him, the beeping of the machines becoming background noise. You almost hope he’ll wake up out of sheer willpower, but you know it won’t happen.

“I need you to wake up, Bucky. Please…” You say quietly, almost pleading with him as tears start to come to your eyes, but you try your best to hold them back. “I need to see your smile, and your beautiful blue eyes, even if they are rolling in annoyance at some stupid pun I made.” 

You chuckle at the thought of all those times that he rolled his eyes at you when you made bad puns and dad jokes, only to laugh a second later. 

Not even because he found them funny, but because of the look you’d give him. Like you were doing everything you could not to laugh, because to you those silly jokes were the funniest thing ever, and he loved how much joy they brought you. 

And that was nothing compared to the way your eyes would light up when he’d laugh, like your greatest accomplishment in life was bringing him joy, even when both of you were entirely aware that it’s not the jokes that he enjoys. 

It’s you.

“I need to hear your voice and feel your touch… You’re everything to me, baby… Everything I need, everything I love…” You pause and bite your lip.

Love. That’s a word you two haven’t said yet. You feel it, you show it, you both know it. But you don’t say it.

Is this the best moment to say it for the first time? Probably not, but, with some hesitation, you say it anyway.

“You are love. When I think of love, when I hear it, when I say it… It’s you, just you, filling my head.” You reach out to caress his cheek. “It’s just you. I love you, Bucky. I’m sorry I’m telling you like this, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… But I need you to wake up  so I can tell you. I need you to hear it, I… I need you, Bucky.” Your tears start to fall without you even noticing. 

“I can’t lose you… I’m not ready… No one ever is, but I can’t…” Your voice breaks and you try to stifle a sob but fail miserably. “I can’t do this without you, Jamie... Just please wake up...” 

You wrap your arm around Bucky's, your other hand holding onto his like it's the only thing keeping him, and you, alive. Like you almost expect to hear the monitors flatlining if you were to let go. 

So you don't, you lay your head on his arm and allow yourself to break for the first time all week and your voice becomes a whisper. “Please…”

Day 8 

Somehow you managed to fall asleep, the first time you’ve slept in a week, still holding onto Bucky’s arm. 

When you wake up the next morning there’s a few moments where you forget everything that happened. You try to get up from the bed, but feel a weight on your stomach and when you look down you see Bucky’s arm holding onto you. 

Suddenly everything that happened in the past week comes rushing back and, at the same time, you realize you’re no longer in the medbay but instead you’re laying on the bed of yours and Bucky’s shared bedroom.

Confused as to how you ended up here and still a little sleepy, you look up with a frown to see Bucky already looking down at you with a goofy grin.

“Bucky!” You all but yell while throwing yourself at him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. You hug him tightly as he chuckles at your more than enthusiastic reaction.

You feel his arms wrapping around you as he hugs you back. You want to look at him, but part of you is terrified that if you were to let go he'd disappear. You'd wake up and realize this was just a dream and Bucky is still unconscious.

“Doll,” That simple word, his deep voice was all you needed to confirm this is indeed real and he's awake “you're kind of crushing me here, sweetheart.” Bucky teases you playfully, but he doesn't mean it and you both know it. 

Even though you are clinging to him like a koala bear, it doesn't bother him in the slightest. He just wants you to look at him.

You reluctantly pull away from Bucky’s neck just enough to look into his eyes. He brings his hand up to stroke your cheek softly and you instinctively lean into his touch. 

You close your eyes for a second before they snap open again as you realize there’s something you need to tell him.

“I love you.” You take his face in your hands. “I love you so fucking much. And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I ju-”

Bucky interrupts what he’s sure it’s gonna be a long rant that ends with you unnecessarily apologizing a bunch of times by placing his hands on yours on his face and squeezing them softly, bringing you back to the present.

“I know, doll.” he says simply and you frown a little.

Sure, you’ve both always known you had deep feelings for each other, but he seems pretty sure when you have never actually said the words.

Bucky can see the wheels turning in your head and, chuckling, he decides to solve the mystery for you. “I heard you. I could hear everything while I was unconscious.” 

“You could?” you ask, blushing a little now that you know he heard you breaking down. You’re glad he now knows the depth of your feelings for him, but it’s still a little embarrassing.

“I could,” he says with a smirk. “It's gonna make for a lot of interesting conversations with the team.”

You can’t help but laugh, you’re not sure what the rest of the team talked to him about, but if they were all as emotional as you then Bucky’s gonna have a field day discussing all of that with equally embarrassed Avengers.

Suddenly, Bucky brings your face down to his and kisses you. You make no attempt to resist and actually whine a little when he pulls away, which makes him chuckle at your antics.

“I love you too, baby.” He says softly while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re everything to me. My best friend, the love of my life, my very reason to live.”

You feel your tears starting to gather again but, even if this time they’re of joy, you still don’t let them fall.

Before you can say anything though, the door of our room slams open and you can barely understand what’s happening before Steve, Wanda, Peter, Natasha, Sam and Tony throw themselves on the bed, crushing you while they all yell at the same time, the chorus of joy being along the lines of ‘Bucky’s alive’.

Bucky’s arms around you tighten while he tries to protect you from the team’s attack as best as he can while the two of you laugh at your friend’s antics.

You may have had the worst week of your life, but it’s over now. And while you’re looking forward to having some time alone with Bucky, right now you’re happy to be squished under a pile of shouting Avengers.

This just feels right. As weird as your life, and your family is, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[rosewaterandivy]

buried the bright edge deep

summary: from Summersong Request-athon, inspired by "Burial Ground" as requested by the sumptuous Somna @somnambulic-thing 💙 || Dustin, decidedly, is not faring well.

A Steve hauling Dart’s carcass into the freezer kind of not faring well.

w.c.: 3221

pairing: e.m. x f!reader

a/n: alas, it apparently takes me yonks to crank these requests out. title from Seamus Heaney's "Digging."

The funeral fell on the first clear day in April. The rains had briefly abated but still threatened to burst with an accompanying chill in the air.

Dustin nearly didn’t make it.

He hobbled across the cemetery on crutches, eulogy safe in his jacket pocket. Steve and Robin trailed behind him, not close enough to hover, but not so far as to be oblivious in case he needed assistance.

Wayne was stone-faced and gruffly shook everyone’s hands as he thanked them for coming.

The assembled mourners were few, The Party, the Corroded Coffin boys, and a few scattered parents. Further afield, a black-suited figure in sunglasses leaned against an old birch tree.

A priest from the Archdiocese of Louisville arrived at the request of the elder Munson, despite Wayne not having attended a mass in years.

He performed the opening rites before passing it over to Dustin for the eulogy.

With shaking hands, he opened the warped paper and began to read. He stuttered and stumbled over his words, suddenly shocked that he was delivering them.

Because it’d come to this:

Eddie wasn’t coming back.

He chokes down a sob as Steve flanks his side. A comforting hand on his shoulder as he grasps the tear-stained page, picking up in a strong and sure voice where Dustin had left off. And he can’t help but feel off-kilter, a pillar at his side lacking its twin that without which he cannot stand.

But stand he must, or lean as the case may be, because this was it, the final curtain call for Eddie Munson.

Frontman, Dungeon Master, Son, and Beloved Friend.

The priest brings the service to a close and invites the assembled to toss dirt onto the coffin as they bid their farewells.

Dustin, decidedly, is not faring well.

A Steve hauling Dart’s carcass into the freezer kind of not faring well.

But he goes through the motions anyway, takes a handful of dirt to join the rest. It hits the pine box with a hollow thud.

He knows how it feels.

All too soon, a soft mist of rain begins to fall as the mourners dissipate.

“C’mon bud,” Steve prompts, “Rob and I’ll take you home.”

He allows himself to be steered to the parking lot, feet laden with lead and head hung low. Glancing back one last time, he sees a lone black-clad figure at the burial plot. They lean down and place a solitary flower on the casket, yellow at its center and tapering to a rusted copper at the petals’ edge. And do the same for the gravestone to the left of Eddie’s.

A spot of bright cheer amidst the dreary day.

Dustin blinks, and the figure is gone.

“Did you see that?”

“What?” Steve cranes his neck to look back at the cemetery, “There’s nothing there.”

“Yeah, now,” He grumbles, “Someone left a flower.”

“Well, that’s nice of ‘em,” Steve says ushering him to the backseat of the BWM. “We can bring flowers next time if you want.”

Dustin huffs and crosses his arms in the car as Steve leans against the open door.

“What I want,” He says in his typical manner, “Is to find out who would be leaving flowers for Eddie. And why.”

Steve shuts the door with a roll of his eyes.

“Why’s that?” Robin carries on in his absence, “Thinking of picking up that floral arranging class?”

“No.”

By now, Steve’s made his way to the driver’s seat and started the car. He raises a brow in concern at Dustin as he glances to the backseat while backing out of the parking spot.

“If it helps,” Steve says, once they’ve pulled onto the main road, “It looked like marigolds.”

Dustin and Robin eye him with an air of incredulity.

“What? My mom used to garden, so sue me.”

Silence fills the car thereafter. The rain falling in an almost imperceptible mist around them. A hollow feeling settles in his gut as Steve and Robin whisper up front. He bites his cracked lips, not minding the tang of blood as he pulls the lip back with his teeth.

Dustin looks out the window, spying Wayne’s truck easily across the way. It’s idling just past the cemetery gates, pulled alongside a black car. He’s talking to someone, but the raindrops blur against the window and obscure his vision.

Before he can roll down the window and see exactly who he’s speaking to, the person gets into their car and leaves. The vehicle turns down the gravel path and Dustin could almost swear he saw someone sitting in the passenger seat, slumped down so as not to draw any notice.

But no, surely that was just a trick of the light or wishful thinking, right? _

“Huh,” He says, dusty and worn boots toeing at the gray stone in front of him.

It’s weird and more than a little out of body for his liking. Staring at his own tombstone with his supposed death date, fresh-cut flowers wilting in the afternoon heat.

“Ain’t that something.”

Eddie’s hand goes to pull a lock of hair against his lips, aborting the attempt when he remembers how the tendrils fell over the motel sink a few weeks prior, clippers buzzing against his skull under Wayne’s steady hand.

The G-Man on the phone had secured him a spot in Witness Protection, and it required not only a change of location but also an alteration of his appearance.

His fingernails scratch lightly along his newly shorn skull, a soft layer of hair sprouting up beneath.

“Sure is.”

This from the agent tasked with his transport and immersion.

She’s in civvies, which was startling enough for him, like Dorothy going from Kansas to Oz. Gone was the nondescript black suit, white shirt, and black tie. In its place were simple blue jeans, a flannel knotted about the waist, and a white tee shirt.

“So, what’ll I call you?” He asks, stepping back from the burial plot, hands slipping back into his pockets.

She raises a brow above the black sunglasses that never seem to leave her face.

“Special Agent will do.”

“C’mon,” He turns with a scoff, “I thought all you G-Men had like, names of dead presidents as your alias.”

“Hmm,” She tuts, with a twirl of the car keys. “I wonder whatever gave you that idea.”

She strides toward the car, a black Dodge Diplomat, and he reluctantly follows.

While he’d always dreamed about leaving Hawkins, in those dreams it was always on his own terms. Never in his wildest imaginings would he have pegged being framed as a Satanic cult-leader and murderer while accidentally witnessing an unsanctioned government experiment gone terribly and irreparably awry would be the thing to do it.

And yet here he is, about to leave this semblance of home for the wild blue yonder.

Wayne had opted to stay behind, with a generous payout from the United States government. He was the only one who knew that Eddie was actually alive, and it had to stay that way if this was all gonna work out.

He promised to write and call, in addition to watching over Henderson and the gang, as best as he was able. As much as it broke Eddie’s heart, he knew it was for the best. The kids would be okay, one day, hopefully. And they’d be safe, Harrington and Wheeler would guarantee it, he was sure about that down to his bones.

He slinks into the passenger seat and dutifully slips on some shades, not as cool as his Special Agent’s, but they’d make do. And hey, maybe he’d get lucky and eventually swipe hers at some point down the road.

The world cools immeasurably, a darkened tint as he peers out the window while rolling out of town. Sun-bleached grass and farmland as far as the eye can see. Indiana fading past in shades of golden olive as they merge onto I-70.

Settled on the highway and clear of Indianapolis, the Special Agent works her feet to keep one on the gas and raises her knee to the steering wheel as she turns to say, “Watch the road for a sec,” before reaching into the backseat.

His panic flares briefly, eyes on the highway and feeling only mildly concerned about the semi they’ve found themselves near. But before he can voice any of this, she’s back with a box of tapes in her lap.

She settles back into the seat passes them over to him, the plastic cases clanking against each other as the box makes its way over the consol. He cards through the cassettes and tries to contain his curiosity.

“I may have had a little help,” She allows with a smile. “Wayne had some suggestions, and maybe reached out to some Hellfire members for procurement.”

That would explain the Metallica and Dio then. He laughs and flips the Dolly Parton case between his fingers.

“Any requests, Special Agent?”

She shakes her head and leans back, relaxed now that the bulk of the traffic is in the rear-view. Bringing her foot to the seat, she settles her free arm upon her knee and lets the wrist of the hand at the wheel dangle lazily.

A small smile pulls at her lips.

“Suit yourself,” Eddie says before popping in a light gray tape on side B. The stereo comes to life with the sound of an acoustic guitar and the voice of Paul Simon.

“Huh, would’ve expected something a bit more… subversive.”

He pulls a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and smacks the butt of it against his palm. Pulling one from the pack, he places the cigarette on his bottom lip before remembering to ask, “Mind if I smoke?”

A window rolls down in reply.

He presses the handle of the in-car lighter and gives it a second or two to heat up.

“My mom,” He offers by way of explanation. “She loved this song.”

Eddie lights his cigarette and breathes in, lips curling around the cylinder of paper between his fingers. The chords of “Homeward Bound” continue to play out in the car, accompanied by the flit of air that catches the glass of the window, only partially rolled down.

During the sham funeral, he wanted nothing more than to pop out from the car with a flourish and some jazz hands, and crow, “Thought you’d seen the last of me, huh?” Anything to shock that grief-stricken look from Dustin’s face.

Obviously, that wasn’t advisable. And even though she was trying to blend in that day, Eddie could see the strap of the gun holster hidden beneath her government issue blazer. He doesn’t think she would hesitate in any scenario that required brandishing a weapon.

Finishing his cigarette, he flicks it through the open window and leans back in his seat.

What he has is a good gig, a once in a lifetime opportunity to start fresh. His hair will grow back, wild and unruly as per usual, he’ll get a job somewhere in California, maybe near the beach. He’d always dreamed of seeing the ocean. Wayne would call and visit when he was able. The kids would move on, everyone would really.

It wouldn’t be all that bad.

Leaving Hawkins and Indiana in the rear-view, Eddie felt something strangely like peace; an unidentifiable sense of calm.

The woman to his left drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel in time with the music, her cherry-red mouth tugging to the side in a small smile.

He reaches over to turn up the volume and says, “Okay, I-Spy or punch buggy? Driver’s choice.”

Her laugh is raucous, shocking like a bark.

His grin grows all the more— he likes that sound, she should make it more often.

“Special Agent, do you read me?”

She punches the gas and accelerates down the highway, wind whipping through her hair. A sign to his right reads: You are now leaving Indiana, the Crossroads of America. And all Eddie can do is choke down the bitter taste of relief. _

Dustin returns to Eddie’s grave often.

In the beginning, it was mostly to clean the gravestone of graffiti and refresh the flowers. Eventually, he began to leave flowers for the grave alongside Eddie’s too.

Elizabeth O’Connell Munson.

He figures it’s what Eddie would’ve wanted.

It’s only when he leaves for college that the visits become less frequent. Difficult to muster up the energy to go down to the cemetery and haul a boombox alongside him. One bright spot in attending MIT is his new proximity to a variety of record stores. It’s easy to get his hands on new releases Eddie would’ve liked—

“Hey, got your order in man!” The cashier at his local shop greets him with a smile, “Lock Up the Wolves just came in.”

Dustin thanks him with a quick nod, and adds a few of the newer releases to give Steve and Robin.

“Headed home for the holidays?”

“Yeah,” He says with a sigh, readjusting the hat on his head. “May come back earlier though.”

The cashier nods, “I get it, this time of year can be rough.” He hands Dustin his change and drops the tapes in a bag. “Take it easy, man.”

The stereo in his hand is heavy, an older model from when he was in high school. And seeing that he only had it to schlep across town to the burial ground, he couldn’t exactly justify upgrading it.

He takes his mom’s car and promises to be home for dinner. The streets are slick with snow and ice, the dull yellow beam of the headlights does little to alleviate the gloom that settles around him like a worn blanket.

Dustin had called the Sinclairs, the Wheelers, Mrs. Mayfield, and Mrs. Byers, all to no avail. Max had escaped to California as soon as she could, Lucas following not long after for med school. Mike was on the east coast doing fuck all, and Will was doing study abroad this semester.

He cut the engine alongside Steve’s BMW and shivered as a particularly cold gust of wind blew through. Dustin trods the path to the graves by memory, the usual markers covered in the usual Hawkins snowfall this time of year. He nearly runs straight into Steve, stock-still at the foot of the hill.

“The fuck, Steve?!”

His oncoming rant is quickly cut short by Steve’s insistent shushing as he yanks Dustin behind a nearby tree trunk.

“Oh my god, did you have a stroke?! What is wrong with you?”

“Shudthafuckup.”

Steve catches Dustin’s eye and jerks his head toward the graves at the top of the hill. And, to be fair, it’s a little difficult to see— it is night after all, and the cemetery isn’t exactly known for their top of the line security or streetlamps.

But he squints anyway, if nothing but to placate Steve who has clearly not been minding his physical therapist’s or neurologist’s advice.

And beyond the falling snow, there’s a dark figure at the grave. Dustin can’t rightly tell if it’s a man or woman and he doesn’t really care to find out. But if the people of this godforsaken town are still defacing Eddie’s grave, so help him, he will come out swinging.

“Hey, don’t do anything stupid,” Steve whispers, a hand resting against Dustin’s shoulder, his new wedding ring glinting in the dim light. “They’re just standing there, nothing to get your hackles up over.”

He shrugs Steve and his well-meaning advice off and begins to trudge up the hill.

No one visits the grave of Eddie Munson. Not since graduation and Wayne moving out of Indiana.

No one except him and, occasionally, Steve.

So whoever is there, it can’t be for any good reason. Like hell Dustin is going to let some idiot with simple-minded small-town prejudices ruin his day.

“Hey!”

His shout startles the figure at the grave, evidenced by their spastic jerk in surprise. With hands in pockets and a beanie on their head, Dustin can’t make out any defining features.

It’s only when they turn toward him that he hears the tread of Steve’s feet falling silent behind him, and the stereo drops with an unceremonious thud at his side.

He blinks to clear his vision, because there’s no way this can be right.

But the smirk on the figure’s lips is too familiar to be a coincidence, even if everything else is wrong. Well, no, not wrong per se, just… different.

There’s no telltale clinking of a chain, nor the constant motion of activity from idleness and boredom. The cut of their jaw is hidden in shadow and a dusting of facial hair, but Dustin can still see the faded pink of a scar as he steps closer.

The last time he’d seen that face, it had been covered in blood and torn open. He’d watched as the light left his eyes, and Steve drug him bodily away. Dustin saw blood everywhere, leaking in a burgundy puddle around his lifeless form. He’d screamed himself raw in an effort to alleviate the searing ache ripping through his chest, and lost his voice for weeks after.

His voice now is a mockery of that, small and halting.

“E-Eddie?”

The man rocks back on his heels and clucks his tongue.

“Well shit, Sherlock,” He says in amused laughter, “Guess my cover’s blown now.”

Dustin barely dares to breathe, fearful that he’ll somehow wake up.

Steve barks a laugh in disbelief as someone joins Eddie at his side.

They sigh in faux exasperation, and open their mouth to speak.

“I didn’t do anything, officer, I swear,” Eddie says, his hands raised in a show of innocence.

“‘M not accusing you of anything,” The woman says with a chuckle in reply. “You always said he was quicker than most.”

Dustin doesn’t even have the energy to be indigent at her remark. Still too shocked that Eddie Munson, who is supposed to be dead, mind you, is standing in front of him none the worse for wear.

He winds an arm around her waist and draws her closer, and it’s only then that Dustin notices the utter lack of rings, save for one on his left hand.

And yeah, okay, shock aside, you best believe that he is livid and that there will be loud yelling about all of this later, but for now all he can bring himself to say is:

“Oh fuck, not you too!”

Surprisingly, it’s not Eddie whose resounding laughter replies, but, rather, his wife's. Because Eddie Munson is not only alive and well, but is a married man to boot.

“C’mon Len,” She says, steering him toward the parking lot. “I’m sure you all have some catching up to do, and I’d rather not get frostbite as a result.”

“Len?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says over his shoulder, “I’ll tell ya all about it, Henderson. Leonard Mead, at your service.”

Dustin can’t decide if he should be relieved or concerned that Munson chose such a pedestrian moniker for his new life, but out of politeness shelves his comments for later. Because there will be a later; he picks up the stereo and throws his worries down as he follows Eddie the Banished on yet another adventure.

[nimmie-nugget]

Hello :3

Can I request?

Logan x reader but the reader is good at martial arts and protects logan? :3‼️

It can be taekwondo, or hapkido or anything u can choose :3‼️‼️

(I love ur stories abt sbg sm bro skdkkwkdk)

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Note#1: Anonnnnnnn🥺👉👈 M’SO HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY(unless u requested to the wrong person😭🫶) recently just started writing abt em😼💪 Ego go boom boom, just don’t remind me of the Aiden fic I wrote💀🫶🫶—Enjoy!

Note#2: I LOVE LOGAN PLSSSS, I WANT SOMEONE SMART AND KIND IFHHHHHHHJEHDHSNDJ

Note#3: I didn’t really specify the fighting style or anything so you can just leave that part up to the imagination :3

Upcoming: Ben Clark X Bullied Gyaru!Reader.

Warning: I apologize prior for any Grammer, Spelling+etc errors. Cringe?? Logan may be OOC >:(

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Logan would honestly love you so much!! You’re genuinely the first person who hung out with him!! Eventually leading to a romantic relationship!!

“[N/N], is it alright if I watch?…I feel so entranced watching you practice.” He muttered to you, fiddling with his fingers as he blushed, looking down at his shoes, wanting an excuse to hang out for the time being.

Logan would have to call out on you to be careful when you pew pew around Mother Nature. He does hold some passion for it after all.

“[N/N]?…could you watch out for the bush please? I heard apples will grow on it soon and I’d really like some..!” He says, nervously smiling as he walked up to you and securely held your hand, enjoying the warmth and protection you give off.

Logan who’d always cheer for you silently when you go up against other people, even if you lose it doesn’t matter to him! He supports you no matter what.

“Nothing to be sad about, you tried your best right?” He reassured, wanting you to feel better about yourself and not think about the defeat. Grabbing your hand with tender and planting a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.

Logan just knew that he could always come to you if he ever felt uneasy!! Always came to you after dealing with Barron daily.

“Be careful?? Please? I don’t want you to get hurt..” He said with concern as he frowned, his hands holding onto your arm with immense grip, shaking.

Logan who’d always scold you and patch you up at the same time if you get injured.

“Please never do that again? You had me so worried!! Think about what your actions before you do it!!” He scolded with concern, dabbing ointment onto your wound with a cotton swab.

Logan who learned how to fight by observing you, wanting to protect you too but it’s always the other way around.

“Like this?” He questioned, looking to see your nod of approval as he practiced.

Logan when he first ever beat up Barron and the group, he ranted to you about it with a hint of anger remembering everything Barron had done.

“You can’t just go bullying others for no reason!! Ugh..” Logan said annoyed, quite out of character for him but you were definitely proud!!

Ruffling his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead, by that he instantly calmed down and snuggled into you, looking at you as he blushed.

Logan knew that you’d go to Savannah if he ever told you about what happened.

“I know you are strong but…I don’t want you to get hurt.” He muttered to himself anxiously as he glanced at you with fondness.

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Lil Note: Hearts, Comments and Reblogs are Appreciated💙

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[nickssidewitch]

About Me!!

🍁 I’m a 23 y/o black enby who just so happens to love the Sturniolos!

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Sturniolos’ Flirting Styles (💜💙🧡)

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[brightbertalt]

Just the thought of requesting a Hobie x reader gets constantly hit on and receiving tons of gifts including chocolates but regardless she rejects them cuz she’s with Hobie just a cute thought I had😅💙

love this!!! i can relate bc im so hot and sexy and cool 😎 and I hope u love this!!!

warnings - creeps bein creepy!

thanks! but…

you sat in your room, devouring a box of chocolates and some mcdonalds fries like no tomorrow. you remembered the situations that led to this earlier today-

“hey, uhm, here!”

the man said, pushing the box out in front of you, along with a card. he seemed very nervous.

“uh..have a good day! bye!”

before you could ask questions, he speed-walked away. you should be better at reacting to this. it’s been like the 3rd time today. you didn’t know what it was about you, you thought you looked like a perfectly average person. what could it be about you?

“sorry! i..uh..have a boyfriend..”

later that night, you decided to go get some fast food. nothing can satisfy a craving like greasy, cheap food. after you ordered you waited to the side, texting your boyfriend.

7:32pm

where u at hun

7:33pm

at mickey d’s u want anything?

7:33pm

contributing to the corporate machine?

7:35pm

yeah bc im fucking hungry

7:36pm

ill be there in 5

after you got your food, since hobie decided that he was gonna be there now, you waited. jesus, hopefully no one was gonna-

“hey sweetheart, how about you come back to my place and hang out?”

oh jesus christ. why does this always happen to you? seriously, this town had a problem with creeps. you walked out of the joint, starting to walk back to your apartment.

“hey hun-“

“oh my fucking god you better get the hell away from me or I swear to god!”

“hun, calm down.”

finally, it was a random creep. it was your creepy boyfriend. you two walked back to your apartment, the conversation mostly consisted of you ranting about your day and how this town isn’t friendly to women.

“I just don’t understand! it feels like I just get bombarded by every creep in this city! why?”

“cuz you’re beautiful. and i’ll beat the fuck out of ‘em if you want.”

“i’d like that actually.”

[shhh-secret-time]

Hi hi!

I’m super in love with your writing. The Craig and Tweek fic you just posted was 🫠🫠 SO GOOD

If it’s alright, I’d love to request a spicy Kenny or Stan fic 💙🧡 Or maybe one with both of them?! 🤭

Thank you so much!! Looking forward to more of your writing 🩷🩷

Why have one bitch when you can have two?! Why have two normal bitches when you can have 'em superhero flavored?!

Warning: Violence, Blood, Inappropriate Touching, Dirty Talk, Strong Language, Threesome, Oral, NSFW! Kenny also might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kenny

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You cursed under your breath for the fourth time as you tried to twist the dull key back and forth. The chipped jagged metal slipped into the lock but every time you twisted the key it would get stuck on the old lock and reject the motion. With a groan you pulled the key back out and glared down at the door; the stupid iron doorknob mocked you. You could hear it, cackling at you. That or the lack of sleep was finally starting to get to you.

It was bad enough your boss made you stay behind at the office while everyone else got to go home, but having you lock up this late by yourself was just icing on the shit cake. Of course, you agreed to do it, you didn't want to get fired, but this was ridiculous. If he was going to make you lock up for the night, the least he could do was give you a key that works. The low whine and flickering lamppost behind you was your only source of light before you had to resort to your phone light. The city lights weren't enough to illuminate the small lock making your eyes narrow down, adding to the frustration.

Sh-nk

"Fucking finally." The sound of the door finally locking was music to your ears, you jiggled the key out of the lock and stuffed it into your bag.

Now it was time for the walk home, despite being forced to put in extra hours and how annoying the whole situation was; you couldn't deny how great it was that you lived so close. Well, usually it was great that you lived so close because you would normally be walking home during the evening, when there was still light. You took a deep breath and turned to walk down the little stairs going up to the back door of the office, clutching your bag close to your chest. Scanning the dark alleyway, you stepped into, your knew this was a bad idea but you'd be damned if you had to fight with that door again.

The sound of your shoes clicking against the broken stone echoed into the night, carefully walking around the bags of garbage leaning against the brick wall and the trash littering the dirty alley. Faded and wet newspaper clinging to the ground, the smell of wet garbage assaulted your senses. Your nose crinkled as you shook your head at the sight, it was hard to see your city like this. Even harder when you realized how many times you passed through this very alleyway without giving it a second thought, but now because you had to be more aware of everything around you it was hard to ignore.

At least you thought you were more aware, your mind so focused on trying not to step in the mysterious puke looking stain on the ground you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps following you. It wasn't until you felt a warm puff of air on the back of your neck did you realize someone was that close to you, the smell of alcohol strong on their breath. A large hand came down to cup your face before you could turn and face the stranger, dirty nails digging into your lower jaw to keep you facing forward and your mouth covered. Your eyes widened in realization at what was happening, your body jerking violently against his hold. You just had to free your mouth and you could scream. Scream for someone to hear but the hold was too strong.

Barely able to make out the outline of your attacker, it looked like heavy set man with oily looking hair. When your eyes met with his it sent a shiver down your spine, your blood running cold at the lack of light in them. Dark orbs watching your every move, keeping you from moving against his hold. Before he could act, before you could bite down on his disgusting hands or stomp on his foot with your heels; a purple shadow wrapped around his body engulfing his large frame. The shadow swirled until it pulled taught around his heels, forcing his feet together. The large man's eyes widened like yours had done when he grabbed you. His hands let you go leaving behind dark bruises on your arms, but you could care less. Now that you were free there was only one thing on your mind. Violence.

The metal pipe that rest near your foot would do nicely, you scooped up the cold rusty pipe in your hands. With a firm swing you brought the pipe down on your attacker, the metal coming in contact with his skull causing an echoing sound to ring out. Maybe his skull cracked but underneath the sound of the metal ringing it was hard to tell, it was hard to care. All you knew was that you needed this man to stop moving, to stop moving away from the beckoning shadows that threatened to pull him into the dark.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hey! He's out!" A thick gloved hand caught your wrist stopping you from slamming the pipe down again.

The hold on your wrist was gentle compared to the man bleeding out at your feet, it was enough to snap you out of the battle mode you were in. It was then you realized your hand was covered in blood, the broken pipe had cut your palm leaving a dark gash. A part of you was thankful that you hadn't beaten the man enough that it was his blood, the other part of you was disappointed. You should have swung harder. Your eyes dart from the blood on your hand to the man holding your wrist, his eyes are much softer filled with concern. Soft blues masquerading behind the pale-yellow visor around his eyes.

Your mind was still trying to catch up to everything happening. In just a few moments you went from fighting a door to fighting a grown man, to now staring into the face of one of the city’s most famous vigilantes, Toolshed. When he sees you've calmed down, he lets your wrist go, slowly moving his hand up to yours to inspect your palm. His brows furrowed at the deep cut, dark red blood seeping out of the wound. Panic was starting to catch up to you, your legs threatened to give out under you as the adrenaline leaves your body.

Another pair of arms holds you up before you hit the ground, another pair of gloved hands cupping your hips to steady you. Your back hit the front of the cloaked figures chest. A dull green glow covered by your body, but you didn't need to see the question mark on his chest to know who this was. Lavender purple eyes look down at you, and despite the piercing look his eyes held the same look of concern for you. There was no mistaking it, this was Mysterion.

"Careful. Let Toolshed get a look at that cut." His voice, that deep gravel, rumbled throughout his chest sending a different kind of shiver down your spine.

"O-oh um, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...still-" You were cut off by a small squeeze on your hips, it was firm but not too rough just enough to reassure you.

"You don't need to apologize; you were the one that was attacked." There was a hint of amusement behind his tone and in his eyes, until he saw Toolshed examine your bruised arm.

Toolshed looked up at him with his lips pressed together in a thin line. Reaching down towards his toolbelt, he grabbed the crystal blue spray bottle. He attaches the small nozzle with quick movements, you could barely follow along with his movements. And you struggled to lock a door.

"This is going to sting a little but it's going to heal that wound, okay?" Toolshed shoots you a quick smile as he pulls the trigger down, a thin mist speaks across the palm of your hand.

You let out a small hiss and stomp your feet when the medicine takes to your hand. The burning is only temporary as it begins to numb the area and coats the gash. Your eyes crack open from squeezing shut watching the medicine work its magic, and it really was like magic. The skin begins to pull together, stitching like it was being sewn shut.

"W... wow that's amazing. What is that?" You ask with awe in your voice.

Toolshed only chuckles, looking up at you through his visors. That's twice now you've made these famous superheroes chuckle and it sent a giddy feeling through your body.

"Just a concoction Mysterion helped me put together. Can't go into too much detail, ruins the mystery." There's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he looks past you towards Mysterion.

"Nailed that pun Toolshed." You could feel Mysterion's smirk in his reply.

Their lighthearted joking made you feel a little better. You smiled up at the two heroes and once you found the strength to come back to your legs you went to pull away from the hooded vigilante. He looks down at you when you move, his arms going back behind the long purple cloak around his body.

"Well, whatever it is it works wonders. Thank you, Toolshed." You paused and looked back towards Mysterion. "And I take it the shadow thing, was you? Thank you as well Mysterion."

"You don't need to thank us for doing our job. Besides I think you did most of the work. Do you know him?" Toolshed walked towards the man in question as he flipped open one of the pouches on the harness across his chest.

You watched as he pulled out ratchet straps, wrapping the thick material around the man. It wasn't likely that he'd wake up but too many close calls left Toolshed paranoid, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"No. I-...I don't think so. I think it was just a case of bad luck. I was working late so I had to close up the office."

"Alone?" It was Mysterion's turn to ask, his eyes scanning your form almost like he was still trying to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah. I live close so I thought I'd be okay." You click your tongue in annoyance because you couldn't be mad at your boss for this, but this never would have happened if he hadn't asked you to stay late.

Mysterion's eyes narrowed past you towards the office door. He scanned the area like you had done moments ago, the green question mark glowing on his chest lit up the purple in his eyes and the strands of blond hair poking out from under his hood. "Do you have a friend’s house to stay at tonight?" His voice snaps you out of your little trance.

"Uh yeah, my friend Stan is kind of close. I can ask him if I can stay with him and his partner." You eye Mysterion for a while trying not to question why he would ask something like that.

Mysterion's eyes widened as you pulled out your phone, darting over to Toolshed who shot him the same worried look. They knew revealing themselves to you would be dangerous, but they couldn't just sit back and watch as you got attacked.

Oh yes, Toolshed and Mysterion knew you were working late tonight. After all you told them you were. Well...you told Stan and Kenny you'd be working late at the office, but that was neither here nor there. Now here they were backing themselves into a corner as you tap away on your phone. Toolshed holds his breath, trying to remember if he put his phone on silent.

"I hope they're awake, they're usually asleep by now." You hum out as you finish the text.

Toolshed's phone dings and Mysterion feels his soul leave his body when he watches you look up from your phone. Slowly you turn to face the man, still crouched over the knocked-out man refusing to look at you.

Silence falls over the three of you. Mysterion goes to say something, to take the attention away from his partner.

"Um...how did you guys know I was here and that I needed help?" When you don't put your phone away Toolshed feels his heart hammering against his chest.

"Patrol." Mysterion answers you quickly, too quickly.

You narrow your eyes up at him like you're scrutinizing him. It was hard to read him past the hood and the shadows that were cast around him but that doesn't mean you wouldn't try. You took a few steps forward towards the man which only made him step away from you. The irony of someone like you making someone like him back away was not lost on him. A civilian making a vigilante back down. Not just any vigilante either, he was fucking Mysterion.

"Patrol huh?" You don't buy it. Tapping away on your phone you send Stan another text, nothing really of note, and when Toolshed's phone pings again you got what you were looking for. "I fucking knew it!"

"God damn it Toolshed!"

"Oh, don't give me that shit Kenny- fuck!"

"Dude!"

"Kenny?!" You're whirling, spiraling even.

Two of your closest friends standing in a dark alley with you, having saved you in said alley, were actually two of the most famous superheroes in the city. A city that needed a superhero group because the police couldn't be fucked to do anything about the crime rate. Running your fingers through your hair, you couldn't believe this.

"How was I supposed to know she would drop your name?" As you tune back into the conversation you hear Kenny's voice as he argues with Stan.

"I don't know! Why not just escort her back home?!" Stan is arguing back with a grown man thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Does he even weigh anything to him?

"I didn't want her to be alone tonight after what she went through!"

".... that makes sense, but still!"

"Guys!" You cut them off in a hushed whisper, you look back over your shoulder to make sure no one is watching. Their voices were picking up and if someone called the police now it would mean trouble. "Look can we talk about this later? Let's drop this guy off and...and head back to your place? Because you are right, I don't wanna be alone tonight."

Kenny and Stan exchange looks and then nod. You were right, they still had a job to do. So once the creep was dropped off on the stairs of the police station and their calling cards were dropped beside him, the three of you made your way back to their shared home. It was a lot easier to get around the city with Toolshed carrying you across the city buildings. Who would have thought zipwires made for such easy travel. That didn't stop you from clinging to him for dear life, even though his hold was firm and made you feel secure that deep seeded fear of falling was still there.

"Okay. So... first of all I've got to be the biggest idiot to not realize it was you the whole time Stan. Second if all, what the fuck guys?" You were now pacing back and forth in their living room; they hadn't even had time to change our of their superhero gear.

"There's a reason I work at night." Stan shrugged on the comment about his costume.

"It's a shame really, I keep telling you the public would love you." Kenny shoots him a smirk and runs his fingers through the fluffy black hair of his partner.

"Then who would keep you outta trouble?" Stan shoots back with his own playful smirk.

"No one! You're both in trouble right now! And really? Flirting right now?!" You couldn't believe these two, your frustration was boiling up to the surface. A combination of all this bullshit was starting to get to you, you were tense.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you want us to tell you." Kenny's nickname for you rolling off his tongue casually. "Stan and I have been doing this for years now. We had to keep it a secret from you."

"What if you got hurt because of us? You would have stressed endlessly about this. We couldn't do that to you...not you." Stan's follows Kenny's lead in the conversation, his tone is so soft and gentle as he speaks.

The way they were are looking at you now, Kenny having removed his mask and Stan his glasses, made you calm down a little. Uncrossing your arms from your chest you let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I guess that explains why you guys go to bed so early. You guys are dicks."

The comment pulls a few chuckles from the guys. It's Stan who makes the first move towards you, taking your hand into his. He guides you closer towards them until you're standing between both men.

"Look, we're sorry we lied to you for so long. I know it doesn't make things better but you're one of the reasons we do what we do." His voice dips into a soft whisper near the end. The tone deepens as he gives your hand a little squeeze.

"He's right sweetheart. You're on our minds every time we put on the mask...or shades in Stan's case." Kenny leans forward taking your other hand in his as he speaks.

"Safety goggles."

"Whatever."

Your heart skips a beat at your two best friends saying the sweetest things like it was something so casual. The effect the men had on you made you blush and look away trying to hide it. But Kenny caught on, he always was the more observant of the two. A smirk tugged up on the corner of his lips as his hand slid from yours towards your hips again. The green gloves from his costume long discarded off to the side, now you could feel his calloused hand through your clothes.

"Angel. Is there something on your mind? You were so vocal a second ago. I thought Stan and I were in trouble?" Kenny's tone dips from that soft reassuring to a deep teasing one.

"You guys are! Don't think you're gonna smooth talk your way out of this one McCormick." You glare down at him, the blush creeping across your face towards your ears deepening into a darker red.

"Then say what's on your mind~. I think you're so cute when you're trying to stay mad."

Stan let's out a little chuckle at that, watching as your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. His own smirk comes up to his lips as he finally catches onto where Kenny is taking the conversation. Their secret identities were not the only thing the two men harbored. No, in fact their attraction and care for you went past a platonic level. The two shared many nights of talking about adding you into their relationship, the only thing really stopping them was the double lives they lived. But now that you knew, there was nothing really to hold them back.

"Kenny stop teasing her. She's pouting now. Our girls had a rough day, you can't blame her for getting mad." Stan brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss into the stitched up wound on your palm.

His words echo in your mind. Our girl? All you could do is stand there dumbfounded, slowly blinking at them. There was no way you were reading too much into this, not this time. Sure, there were the times you caught Stan's eyes on you longer than they should have been, or the times Kenny would boldly flirt with you; showering you with compliments that were just tasteful enough. Or how their hugs would last a little longer each time and their hands would linger on your skin.

"Guys...I-I uh... I don't remember what I was going to say. Stop trying to distract me!" What was supposed to be a stern scolding turned into a small whine.

Kenny couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, you were just too adorable. The pads of his thumb rubs circles against your hip, the digit slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"Oh, honey if we were trying to distract you, you'd know. In fact, why don't we show her Stan?" Kenny couldn't have emphasized the word trying harder, practically purring out the word.

"Best idea you've had all night babe." Stan's eyelids drop as he stands up from the cream-colored couch.

He does an amazing job distracting you with that lustful look in his eyes, circling around you slowly, you almost don't hear Kenny. "Tell us if you want us to stop at any point and we will Angel. You want us to stop?"

Stan hums in agreement, his hand still clasping yours. Your eyes bounce between both men as your mind scrambles to come up with an answer. "N-no. No I don't but uh... since when did you guys- I mean like is this just a one-time thing? I-I just wanna clear the room."

"Not if you don't want it to be." Stan's voice dipped into a husky whisper, his breath fanning the shell of your ear. "All cards on the table? We've thought about making you ours for years."

Your mouth falls open as a soft gasp spill from your lips again. Hearing that come from Stan of all people was a shock, you expected this from maybe Kenny, but Stan too? Without putting much thought into it, your hand came up to grip the collar of his hero outfit; pulling away from Kenny's grip to bring Stan towards you as you crashed your lips onto his.

His fingers intertwined with the one holding yours, changing the gentle hold into something much firmer. He brings your hand up to rest against his chest all the while his lips match the passion behind yours. The sound of your lips coming together and breaking apart for quick gasps of air had Kenny leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. Kenny's tongue traced his lower lip watching you two in your heated battle. It wasn't until you felt Kenny tug you forward by your hips that you broke your kiss with Stan.

Kenny couldn't help but admire Stan's work, in just a few short moments he turned you into a flush panting mess. It was almost a shame he was about to do the same. While Stan's kisses were desperate, trying to take every ounce of you, Kenny's were slow and confident. It was like he knew exactly when to let you come up for air, only to bring you back down with soft gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth.

Now that you were pulled from Stan, he took the opportunity to take both your hands by the wrist. His face nuzzling down into the crook of your neck, continuing his assault on your soft skin. You could feel Kenny's smirk against your lips every time Stan pulled a soft gasp or whimper from you.

"Stan baby, move her to the couch. We gotta get this train rolling for my sake." Kenny finally lets out a growl, showing you just how much of an effect you were having on him.

You feel Stan's hands drop down to your waist and scoop you up with ease just like he did on the way here. The veins in his arms pulsed out as his muscles flexed under his skin.

Now that your hands were free you grabbed at the edges of the couch cushions, letting Stan lay you down on your back. He slots himself between your legs, pulling your knees up to rest on his hips; his tool belt thrown over the back of the couch.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I gotta be real with you baby, when you beat the shit out of that creep I was so turned on." Kenny's voice has you looking back and up at him. Deft fingers finally pulling up your shirt, only to toss it somewhere on the living room floor.

"Kenny y-you can't say things like that" You whisper as you help Stan remove your pants.

"I can't? I can't tell you how both Stan and I were ready to rip that guy’s throat out for touching our girl?" He smirks down at you, his fingers tracing down your neck towards your bra strap where he slipped it down off your shoulders.

Quickly replacing his fingers with his lips, Kenny trailed a line of kisses up your neck making sure to leave marks where Stan hadn't. Meanwhile Stan worked his lips down the inside of your thighs, his head moving up and down the flesh to leave love bites. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning if you wanted to, their movements felt calculated. When one left a mark the other would leave another, it was driving you crazy.

"St-stop leaving so many marks! I-I don't have anything to hide those!"

"Good." Stan snickers as he leaves a rather sharp nip through your clothed clit. "How do we wanna do this Ken?"

"Kinda wanna watch you fuck her to be honest. That sound good to you sweetheart? Wanna let Stan fuck you?"

"O-oh fuck.... b-but what about you?" You tried to focus on Kenny but the metal jingling from Stan's belt made it hard.

"Oh, baby I was hoping you'd ask. Think you could let me use that pretty mouth of yours?" He asks, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips.

You didn't know how to verbally answer that without letting out a pathetic moan, so you press a kiss into his thumb and nod. His breath hitches and he smirks down at you.

"God damn you're perfect. Stan go ahead, I wanna hear her a little."

Stan slides his cock in between your already soaked folds, gliding the tip of his cock against your clit. The friction sends your back arching off the couch, your hips desperately trying to grind up against his to chase that pleasure. Kenny chuckles and his hand comes down to cup your exposed breasts. His larger hand digging into your flesh just enough where his fingers dip into your skin. Using just a little force he pushes you back down onto the couch, you don't even have time to protest when his fingers find your nipples, giving them a firm pinch.

"Ah~ none of that. Let us take care of you, you just sit back and relax." That bastard and his dumb smug smirk, if the way he looked at you with those beautiful purple eyes wasn't the most attractive thing you'd be fighting back.

But you couldn't. Not when Stan finally slipped his cock on your tight little hole. Not when fucking Toolshed let out the most delicious moan you think you've ever heard, one that mixed with yours so well. Stan's eyes find yours again, letting a moment pass giving you plenty of time to adjust before he starts a slow pace. From the way he pulled his cock along your walls, slipping out until only the tip remained, it was like he was trying to get your body to memorize every vein on his cock. Stan's hands come up to cup underneath your knees, guiding your leg up to his shoulder. The new angle is enough to have you seeing stars and your nails digging into their nice sofa.

"That's it, let it out. How is she baby? She feel good?"

"Fuck Kenny she- she's so good. So, fucking tight, it's like she's choking me." Stan has to catch his breath in between moaning, his breathing getting heavier, and his hips begin snapping forward in a much more consistent pace.

His partner didn't respond but from the way you watched the two men kiss you could tell he was pleased with the response. Kenny's tongue shoved into Stan's mouth intertwining in their own little battle. Stan's mouth lulling open to let out the softest whimpers.

"Fu-fuck don't clench like that I'm not gonna last!" Stan growls when your walls flutter around him, having to break the kiss so he could focus on slamming up into you.

"Not yet Stan, we gotta cum together. You're doing so good baby, just hold on." You couldn't tell if Kenny was praising you or Stan, or both of you, but either way it made you both moan.

You watched as his hands worked his own pants, shoving them down to his thighs as he let his cock free. Pre-cum already dripping down his shaft, which made the most lewd noises when he pumped his fist around his cock. He leans forward to trace the tip around your lips a few times, silently begging you to open your mouth wider. Which you're more than happy to comply, the poor man looked like he was about to burst; the hero suit obviously not helping from how tight it was. That doesn't stop him from teasing you a bit, slapping the underside of his shaft against your tongue a few times.

He waits. Waits until Stan's thrusts push you up against the couch before he finally shoves his cock in your mouth. You can tell from the way he holds the side of your face that he wants to be careful with you, Kenny tries so to hold himself back. To not slam back into your throat but he takes a deep breath and tightens his jaw.

You would roll your eyes if they weren't rolled back up into the back of your head. Who did he think he was dealing with? Flicking your tongue against his head, you heard him hiss and tense up. His strong thigh muscles flexing from just a little move of your tongue. Between that and the way you moaned around his cock, sending vibrations up into him, he snapped. He didn't have a lot of will going into this, not when you looked so beautiful marked up. Not when Stan looked so sexy as he tried to keep himself from climaxing.

Kenny rocks forward, pushing down your throat causing you to gag. His thrusts send your body back against Stan's who eagerly meets your body with his own. The back-and-forth sensation sent waves of pleasure making the knot in your stomach tighten. Kenny's head lulls back in bliss as your throat continues to work his cock, the warm walls of your throat felt so good. From the way his thrust begin to stutter and his breathing gets more ragged you knew he was getting closer to his own climax. Watching Stan fuck your brains out apparently did more for him than you thought.

"Kenny I-I can't- I need to cum." Stan lets out a loud moan next to your ear as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I know baby, but we gotta- oh fuck your mouth feels so good. We gotta ask first. Angel, you gonna let Stan cum in you? Let him fill you up yeah?" Kenny pulls his throbbing member for your mouth watching as you tried to catch your breath.

"Please!"

There it was your begging was exactly what Stan needed. The way your voice pitched in desperation for him, and Kenny made him feel like he was floating on cloud nine. The choked moan he lets out next to your ear makes your walls clench around him, your warm soft walls milking him for everything he could give. Stan doesn't have much time to enjoy the afterglow of his climax as Kenny's hand runs through his shaggy dark locks. You watch as Kenny yanks Stan's head back causing him to hiss and lulls his mouth open. A few sloppy thrusts into the man's throat and Kenny's climax follows. Stans lips wrapped around the base of his cock as Kenny shoots thick ropes of cum into his mouth spilling down onto your chest. The hot sticky white cream slipping between the valleys of your breasts.

"Aaaaand I can officially...check that off the bucket list." Kenny coos softly as he gently brushes back Stan's hair, cupping the side of his face.

Stan pulls back away from Kenny slowly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before responding to his lover. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

"I've been wanting to fuck in the Mysterion outfit forever now! And I got to do it with you both?! I'm in heaven~" He helps Stan clean you up, carefully moving you up on the couch his tone so carefree.

You let out a happy little hum when they wrap you up in the softest blanket you think you've ever felt on your skin. Their hands begin to work on messaging out any kinks you might have from the position they had you in, how they weren't as exhausted as you were was shocking. You lay your head on Stan's shoulder and your legs up on Kenny's lap, your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you listened to the two talk for a while.

"I think our girl's asleep."

"Let her sleep, she's had one hell of a day."

".... Hey do you think she has work tomorrow?"

"Her boss can shove it, she's gonna take a sick day."

".... Can we take a sick day?"

"Hell yeah!"

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

hi there!!! I love all these kiss prompts floating about. may I please request

a kiss to prove a point with Crosshair? 💙💙

Sev, dearest!! thank you so much for this ask <3 it got away from me (as these always do) and it's a little lot filthier than I intended lol enjoy!

Bet

Summary: Crosshair makes you a bet, and you can't say no.

Warnings: 18+ minors scram; tbb!Crosshair x f!reader; Cross being a smug bastard, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 1k

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have ever taken this bet. Crosshair has more patience than anyone you’ve met in your entire life—a byproduct of his training, of his position as a scout and sniper. And he’s the most stubborn nerfherder in the galaxy, to boot. Maybe that’s why you like him so much. 

When he’d propositioned you last night, several drinks in, feet propped up on one of the Marauder’s data centers, you’d rolled your eyes. Sure, the lingering looks you trailed over his form when you thought he wasn’t looking and the butterflies in your stomach when he included you in the squad’s inside jokes were nice, but you know better. He’s not a man of commitment. But he had such a smug look on his face last night, and you just had to prove him wrong. 

“Bet I can make you cum in less than five minutes.” 

You’d choked on your drink, Hunter and Tech laughing at the outraged look on your face as Wrecker thumped your back. 

“And why in the everloving Force would I take that bet?” 

Crosshair had shrugged, thin, capable fingers twirling his glass. “Your loss.” 

“What do I win if I don’t cum that fast?” you’d said, eyes narrowed. 

“My respect,” he quipped. “But don’t worry, that won’t happen.”

“Bet.”

So here you are, sober once more, the Marauder parked on some Mid Rim planet far enough from civilization to not be noticed. The others vacated the ship a bit ago, leaving you and Crosshair to figure out the rules of this stupid little wager. You’ve agreed that the timer won’t start until he touches you, and it stops when you start to orgasm. Stripping, you settle into one of the data center seats without embarrassment, legs draped open.

Raising an expectant eyebrow at him, you smirk at the way he shifts his codpiece. “Not too late to back out of this, Cross.” 

“No chance in hell, doll.” 

He lowers himself to his knees before you, the plastoid armor clanking against the durasteel deck. Face remaining impassive, you watch as his darkening gaze trails over your bare center. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Something in you shudders, something needy and primal. 

Pursing his lips, you nearly hold your breath in anticipation of his touch on you. Instead, he blows a stream of cold air over your heated center. 

You groan, pleasure tingling up your spine at the sensation. “Th-That’s cheating.” 

The grin he shoots you is self-satisfied, and entirely too hot. “If you wanted better rules, you shoulda asked for ’em, doll.” 

You bite back the scathing fuck you that dances on the tip of your tongue, not wanting him to take that as a form of begging. Leveling him with a hard glare, you do your best to ignore the way that your body has already begun to react to him, despite the fact that he’s still fully clothed and hasn’t touched you at all. 

Cross smirks like he knows what you’re refraining from saying. “You really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” 

“If you don’t karking hold up your end of this bet, I’m going to—oh.” A heady groan pulls from your chest as he suddenly shifts forward and licks a flat stripe up your pussy. You have just enough wherewithal to smack the timer button on the computer. “Fuck, Crosshair!” 

He hums, peering up at you from under his eyelashes, as he simply continues to lave his tongue against you. Hot pleasure bleeds into your veins. Kark, he looks good between your thighs like this. Scooting forward in the seat a bit, you reach down to tangle your fingers in his short silver hair, pressing his mouth more firmly against your cunt. Cross groans, the noise vibrating up your core in a way that has your hips jerking.

“S-stars,” you pant. A glance reveals he’s still got four and a half minutes left. “W-Where did you learn—?” 

“HoloNet,” he grunts, pulling back from your now-dampening folds just enough to answer you. Then he dives back in, dragging the tip of his nose through your slick. His lips seal around your clit as he gently flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves. Your toes curl as you thud your head back, moaning unabashedly. 

It almost surprises you how fast he winds you up—almost. But you know how sharp his eyes are; he drinks in every minute twitch of your body, every tiny hitch in your breathing, every spasm of your fingers in his hair. All of your reactions add fuel to his fire. The louder you moan, the more insistent he becomes, eating your pussy for all he’s worth. 

The timer reaches thirty seconds remaining and you can feel yourself approaching the edge of bliss rapidly. Your orgasm builds within you, pressure growing steadily higher in your throbbing cunt as Crosshair continues to suckle at your clit. 

Fifteen seconds. Your teeth are probably going to leave indents where they bite into your lower lip.

Ten seconds. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying you can hold out just another ten karking seconds. But his mouth feels so good on your pussy, and you’re right there. And when you realize that the soft skin-on-skin sound you’re hearing his Cross jerking his cock, a wail claws out of your chest. 

Five seconds. Cross grins against your slick folds, never letting up his ministrations. 

One second. You cum with a broken scream. 

Molten pleasure floods your system, vision whiting out for a moment as the pressure releases all at once. Crosshair continues to eat you out through the entire thing, drawing out your pleasure for far longer than you’re used to. You push with weak hands on his forehead until he pulls off you with a wet pop! 

It’s all you can do to remain in place, chest heaving with every breath. Cross stands and, not bothering to wipe your juices from his face, leans over you. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss. Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, he tilts your head and licks into your mouth when you open up to him. You moan, the taste of yourself exploding over your tongue. 

All too soon, he pulls back. You whine softly, chasing his mouth. 

He smirks at you, eyes alight with victory and lust. “I win.” 

You’ve never been more happy to lose a bet in your life.

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