#will definitely do requests again in the future but it might be a while!

[bluemerakis]

this post is a lil different from my usual, but i’m going to be real with you all—my mental health hasn’t been the greatest as of late. with college picking up full-fledged, i’ve been super drained, and ontop of real life issues, the pressure of wanting to get works out for you all on tumblr has been taking a massive toll on me :,)

it’s really a fault owed to the pressure i put on myself, but that’s why i think i just need to take a step back while i figure out a new routine where i can balance both college and this little, passionate hobby of mine. it’s no secret i’m pursuing a difficult degree, and i’ve only consistently started posting on tumblr nov last year where i was on holiday and had all the time to devote to this app—but that’s changed now and i’ve just gotta find a way to balance things so that i’m not investing too much time into this hobby when my focus should be on my studies. so it’s all a new experience to me and it’s been a bit of a challenge to navigate now that i’ve got a fuller schedule.

i’m also sorry that ive been so awful with responding to dms, but i hope this post serves as an explanation as to why. when i’m not in the greatest state of mind, i struggle to reach out and interact with people—but i swear it’s never personal. i really do love and appreciate every single one of you and it’s a lovely part of my days getting to interact with all my moots and followers alike. and most importantly, i appreciate your endless patience with me!! i really do. i know i’m not the most consistent poster and that i don’t always release things when i said i would—but i swear i’ll try to do better in the future!!

to all the requests that have been sent through to me, know that i have started each and every one of them. i have been trying to complete them in the order from the oldest to the newest requests i’ve received, but i have no definite answer for when they’ll be released. i genuinely love all of your lovely ideas and i can’t wait until the time i get to fully bring them to life and present it to the public. i am still happy to receive requests during my break, but please just send them in with the knowledge that i do take my time with them. thank you!! <3

so long story short, i’ll be taking a break from tumblr. i’m not too sure for how long—when i figure it out, i’ll figure it out. i’ll still be hopping on every now and again to check in with my moots, but in terms of creating, i’ll have to put a pause on that. if i find the heart and energy to, i might randomly release works i’ve been busy wrapping up.

in the meantime, i hope you all remember to take care of yourselves and i’m sending my love and support to all of you who may be enduring invisible battles right now—you’re not alone and you’re so dearly loved. ❤️ i’ll see you all soon.

love, mera

[orionis13]

Finally finished all those requests ty to everyone who sent them in sorry if I didn’t get to yours!!!

[slasher-fxcker]

Slashers seeing their future S/O for the first time

Part 2

Including: Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jesse Cromeans, Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Swearing, (Brief mention) Attempted Sexual Assault, Violence, Mention of Voyeurism, Mentions of death, slashers being slashers. This page is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: AAAND here is part 2! Hope you guys enjoy this first piece. Believe me there are many more to come. Feel free to send requests through!

Billy Lenz:

· Billy was excited about the new tenant in the house, it had been a while since he had any fun. He had been waiting for you to move in since he heard about it. He listened to you all day, moving your stuff around, there were other people too, movers he assumed. All day he listened to your voice and couldn’t wait until he could hear it on the other end of the phone.

· He had spent the day thinking of all the dirty things he wanted to tell you, all the ways he wanted you to scream for him. Of course, he had worked himself up, he waited until not long after midnight and decided to venture into the house. Poking around silently in your things while you slept. It wasn’t until he snuck into the living room did he realise that you were laying on the lounge. He froze not sure if you were asleep or not, luckily for him you were. He crept closer, watching your face. “Pretty, so pretty,” he mumbled to himself over and over again, along with a few other profanities.

· You moved slightly at the sound of his voice, repositioning yourself when he noticed your top slip open slightly revealing some of the bra you wore underneath. Billy could barely contain his ramblings at this, his mumbling getting louder as he pawed himself through his pants. You stirred again and he raced back to the attic as quietly as he could to finish what he had started downstairs. Yes, Billy was definitely excited about his new tenant.

Brahms Heelshire:

· Brahms had to admit, he was hesitant about getting a ‘nanny’. He didn’t trust people and he didn’t want to be left alone. He knew you would be there soon and he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t slightly excited. The knock at the door had him rushing through the walls to one of his hiding spots closest to the entrance. As the door opened he was surprised to say the least, you were younger than he imagined and way hotter. He would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine how he would be able to watch you during your stay, see you in bed, in the bath, some might find it shameful but Brahms was getting excited just thinking about it.

· After listening to you speak to his parents he had decided you would fit nicely into his routine. They had introduced you to the doll and he was surprised to see how at ease you seemed interacting with it. You didn’t stare at them like they were crazy, you were kind and acknowledged the doll as if it was Brahms himself. It made him feel seen, as silly as that sounds.

· Brahms had to admit, he wasn’t sure about getting a nanny at first, but seeing you speaking to the doll and imagining all the ways he was going to keep you on your toes sparked something in him. He found himself more excited than he had been in a long time.

Jesse Cromeans:

· Jesse wasn’t exactly excited to meet his new assistant, his last one had been the definition of incompetent. Jesse was a busy man, he didn’t need to be held up by another useless member of staff, he already had enough of those. The knocking on his door broke him out of his train of thought, “Sorry to interrupt sir,” he didn’t turn around or acknowledge there was a presence in his office, “I just wanted to introduce your new assistant Y/N,” he took his time before turning the chair around and what he saw definitely surprised him.

· He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t been you. You seemed so soft and small, innocent in a way, he noticed the way you looked away when he had been staring too long. Jesse stood abruptly, which he noticed seemed to startle you as your eyes met his once again. You didn’t miss the small tilt of his head as his eyes scanned you before holding out his hand towards you.

· He took in your meek demeanour as you approached him and took his hand in your own, you didn’t seem afraid but definitely hesitant, which he could understand. He also noticed the moment you seemed to realise you hadn’t spoken yet, you had stopped shaking hands but neither of you had let go as you looked up at him and spoke, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” Jesse didn’t miss the stir inside him when you called him that, looking up at him with your bright innocent eyes, “I’m incredibly excited for the opportunity to work for you.” Oh yes, Jesse was a busy man but he was sure he would be finding time to make sure you enjoyed your new position.

Michael Myers:

· Michael was bored. He had that itch that snuck upon him some nights, as he roamed the streets looking for his next kill. It had been almost a week since his last and the buzz hadn’t lasted very long. He had followed a pair of men into a park, they were loud and definitely had been drinking. Drunks make for an easy target, he stayed far enough back that he couldn’t see them but could still hear them so he knew he was on the right path.

· “Well what do we have here,” Michael stopped when he heard one of the men speak, “Shouldn’t be out here alone,” the other man said. “Just leave me alone,” he heard a third voice, a softer voice. Michael moved forward to be able to see what was happening. He stood by a corner just in time to see one of the men grab your arm as you tried to push past them, “Slow down honey, we can take you home if you want.” You pushed him and told them to leave you alone again. The man backhanded you, knocking you down to the ground and the other one crouched down to hold you down.

· Michael wasn’t sure why but something about you made him falter, you seemed so small yet watching you try to fight these men off like you had a chance made him feel something. He wasn’t sure what it was, he wasn’t used to feeling anything but something told him to stop the men. Before you could even scream you heard the man that was still standing groan out in pain and looked up to see a large knife sticking through his chest. “What the fuck,” the other man yelled lunging at Michael, he took care of him quickly. Once both bodies were on the ground he stood there looming over you, he wasn’t sure whether he was going to kill you yet. If it was anyone else they would already be dead, but something about you made him hesitate. You looked up at him and neither of you dared to be the first to move, you broke the silence, “You… you saved me.” Michael just tilted his head, he wasn’t sure what to do with that information. He needed to think, he needed to get away from here. How had a regular night of killing turned into this? Yes, Michael had been bored, but you seemed like someone who would change that.

Thomas Hewitt:

· The heat was especially unkind to Thomas today, he had been called down to help Luda at the service stop. Of course, he never minded helping his mama but the heat in the shop was stifling. He was grabbing some of the last boxes from the store room when he heard the bell on the front door chime. “Oh, look at you dear, my goodness you're all grown up.” Thomas relaxed when he realised his mama knew who was in the store, he had figured it was the new family that had moved in. Luda had told him about an old friend of hers who had moved back with her daughter. She seemed especially excited when she spoke about introducing him to you.

· “Evening Miss Luda, mama wanted me to bring you these.” You say handing over the basket, “Oh goodness, its been years since I’ve had one of your mamas pies.” she checked the contents before replacing the lid, turning back to you she remembered you hadn’t met her son yet. “Tommy, come out here, I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Thomas hesitated before letting out a gruff sigh and walking back into the store. He walked towards you both but kept his eyes to the ground, he didn’t need to see the look of horror on your face when you found out Luda had a monster for a son.

· “This is my boy Thomas,” Luda introduced him, Thomas was expecting you to hide away from him or brush off the introduction all together, but instead he heard your timid voice as you held out your hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you Thomas, I’m sure you’ve heard as much about me as I have you.” He finally looked up then to find the most beautiful pair of eyes he had seen staring straight up at him expectantly, no fear in sight. He seemed taken aback, not expecting you to be so pretty and certainly not expecting you to be so kind. Before he could think any longer he noticed the slight blush across your cheeks and realised you still had your hand out.

· He hesitantly reached out, not sure if he was more afraid of spooking you or himself. Thomas gently took your hand in his before giving it a soft shake. You didn’t know how someone as large and strong looking as him could have such a soft touch. You were both still holding the others hand and staring at each other when Luda broke you out of your trance. “Well now that you’ve finally met, why don’t you and your mama join us for dinner?” Luda suggested. You and Thomas finally broke your gaze and you quickly composed yourself agreeing. You turned back to Thomas, “Well it was lovely meeting you Thomas, I guess I’ll see you tonight.” You smiled at him before turning back towards the door. He felt the blush on his face warming up and realised the Texas heat wasn’t the only thing that’s making him sweat.

[sttoru]

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓? 𝐈’𝐌 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓.” — ISABEL LAROSA.

𝓲. a collection of fictional works about gojo satoru as reader’s older boyfriend (8-14 year age gap). keep in mind that the reader is and will always be portrayed as an adult & university student — being minimum 20 years of age.

𝓲𝓲. the works are divided into both sfw and nsfw categories. please read the tags properly before you read each piece listed down below.

𝓲𝓲𝓲. requests for this series are closed for now. there will be an announcement made when the requests for this series are open again. i also have no deadline to finish any of the fics stated down below — this is a continuous and incomplete series for as long as i say it is.

general content warning: age gap & size difference. if you’re uncomfortable with these themes, please scroll or click away.

\\ in his office — nsfw

your boyfriend shows you just how much he adores you in his office.

\\ ‘jealousy, jealousy’ — sfw.

your boyfriend comes to pick you up from uni. little did you know that his good looks would attract much unwanted attention from your classmates; cw. jealousy.

\\ ‘caught in the act’ — nsfw

your boyfriend catches you masturbating while he was away.

\\ ‘maturity’ — sfw.

your boyfriend sleeps on the couch after an argument you both had earlier that day. after calming your nerves and taking time for yourself, you realise that you might have been a bit too harsh on him.

\\ ‘future wife’ — nsfw

your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

\\ ‘first - and definitely not last - good impression’ — (n)sfw.

your boyfriend wants to introduce you to his friends and co-workers. you were hesitant at first, due to the insecurities you have about your age difference. luckily, satoru knew just how to calm you down. cw. to be added.

\\ ‘bragging and its consequences’ — sfw + nsfw.

your boyfriend is to be bragged about. especially when he’s got the good looks, money and personality. satoru catches you in the act one day as you talk about him to your friends. cw. to be added.

\\ ‘birthday remembrance’ — sfw + nsfw.

your boyfriend welcomes you home after a stressful day at university. whilst spending the day with him, you feel like you had forgotten something important. and satoru knew just the way to remind you of it. cw. to be added

\\ ‘spoiled princess’ — nsfw.

you finally got the results to your recent exams back — all which were passing grades. when breaking the happy news to your boyfriend, he comes up with a way to reward you for your hard work.

\\ ‘a drug’ — n(sfw)

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

‘attitude? gone’ — nsfw

satoru picks you up after your lecture to spend quality time with you, only to realise you got an attitude that needs some fixing.

more to be added . . .

OTHERS.

texting with him (hcs)

texts with him (smau)

cuddle weather (drabble)

wearing his hoodie (nsfw)

first time at his house

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[reshinless]

Uh hi! can i request a kinch x fem!reader fluff in a secret relationship u can add in a little spice if you'd like

NSFW content under the cut.

its not that he wants to keep you secret, but rather to keep you safe. he knows how wild people who admire him can get (harassing you, etc.) so he hides you as much as he can go keep you unharmed.

he never even told mualani, bit she did notice how he was being more careful about what he said.

"you.. probably have some super secret operation don't you?!" she points, accusation out and against kinich on the table. "...you couldn't be more wrong."

the way she found out about you though is barging in on you to making out.

you and her were pretty close you'd say, not that you both were enemies or anything. the reason you met kinich is because of her, but she never expected you both were already together.

"so.. you both.. like each other?? like.. like like?" "yeah." outside you both were barely seen this cuddly, his arm around your shoulder, his head on yours as you snuggled in further- eughhh!! mualani was about to explode from singleness.

but nowadays, mualani would ask you both to hangout, but then ditch it and say 'oh no!! guess you both just have to hangout *wink wink*'

not that you disliked it, people were starting to suspect it, so you both agreed on spending a bit of time apart. just for a few days. but kinich could barely last another second watching some other guy try and flirt with you, didn't he notice the promise rings you both distinctly matched?

he suddenly pulled you aside, making sure you're okay. he could care less about how romantic it had looked like to others- he couldn't handle just standing there as a guy is about to harass you.

he knows you don't even like the guy, as if he was your type. but who wouldn't be jealous, so many men trying to go after you, you already have the best boyfriend ever (him).

it was hard being away from you for three days. three days!!

he wouldn't say he was possessive. just making sure his future wife is only his. he wants to be your first, and last. not that you'd ever break up. keeping the relationship between you two strong for about.. eleven months! :))

"hhaah.. feel nice baby?" his cock felt like a spear inside your hole. not to mention his merciless thrusts into the warmness of your pussy.

"y'like that, don' cha princess? fffuck you feel nice." he was definitely more social in private, compared to being in public eye all the time.

he groaned as you took him so well, your head cuddled up in the cushions of the bed, stuck looking up at him and him only. creaking with each powerful pound into your sweet little cunt.

the moonlight that shone through the gaps of the window's curtains made you look ethereal in his eyes, fuck he could do this for days..

your sweet little whines, and incoherent babbles made him harder each time. maybe the lovely marks scattered all over your neck would tell every other guy to fuck off while he fucks you later.

he wouldn't say possessive, but maybe a little obsessed with the way you smiled, you glanced, your words, your scent. maybe too much with your scent. or maybe he liked the way you felt.

your skin was soft in his touch, the way it dipped underneath his fingers. his grasp only got tighter the closer his orgasm started to feel. oh but for you? it might be your fourth!

you knitted your eyebrows, your back arches, lifting you a little upward the further kinich tried to reach into you. he leaned in to feel your lips on his before he'd come inside you.

you moaned and whined in the moment, loving the way kinich felt on your lips (and inside you).

he lands pretty kisses up and down your nape. "mmm.. close?" he hums, looking up at you as he felt you start to scratch at his back again. "hnnghh.. y- yeah.. k- kin I think I'm gonna-" "jus' let go princess, cream on my cock."

the marks were made even clearer, your back ached from arching so much- shit did he come inside you? archons that felt nice! you felt kinich lean into your chest as he finally sighed of relief.

"Mmm.. one more? please?" he mumbled as he rested his cock inside you, his head in the crook of your neck.

"..." "what?" "ARE YOU SERIOUS"

[cyberm4n]

HI I LOVED UR HYPERSEXUAL FEM READER HEADCANONS UR WRITING IS SO GOOD

Soo I'm here to request the vees (mainly vox but idc) x hypersexual Fem reader pleasee 😭🙏

if not that's okay and I hope you have a nice day/night!! feel free to delete this lol

-xoxo, Ari

THANK YOU <3333 i love the vees and ive been looking for an excuse to write them so this is perfect

vees with hypersexul reader

going with the same scenario as last time- you've just finished a round and (char) is spent but you're already ready to go again

《— vox —》

■ he seems like a 2 rounds kinda guy so after that second round and yall are just laying there he is SPENT

■ so when you roll over to lay on his chest like "one more time?" with a little smile on your face, as if yall did not just violently fuck it takes him a moment

■ he's spent, so spent. but he really wants to please you

■ he'd get used to it tbh. like he's mentally prepared everytime now but maybe sometimes he can do a round 3

■ he'd resort to toys i think, only the best for his girl <3

■ there's also something he loves about getting to hold you and watch you writhe in pleasure and he just gets to watch

■ he'd always take your preferences into mind with toys too. like if you want smth specific he's got it for you

■ i feel like he might prefer if yall are spent at the same time so the foreplay goes CRAZY

■ like it's not just foreplay it's actual rounds of getting you to cum before the main event yk

■ or sometimes he'll just ask if it'd be okay to be done for the night when he is

■ he doesn't mind either way but he'd definitely want to communicate about it

■ so yeah it might take him a little bit to adjust bit he'd be just fine!

《— valentino —》

■ okay let's be real this man fucks A LOT so he can probably do like. 3 or 4 lengthy rounds before he's tapped out

■ it's making me giggle about it but like okay val is a kinky guy, and like especially if the first time yall do anything it's a little bit rougher he is SHOCKED when you're down for more

■ he's prly into something like overstim where normally you kinda gotta reel from it after so when he's done and it takes you like. a minute or two to be like "do you wanna do it again?" he judt looks down at you so confused

■ he takes a moment, blinking. he'd definitely ask if you're kidding or smth and then finding out you're not he has to take a moment

■ like, he finds it fucking awesome but jesus christ he's finally met hsi match

■ he might use toys on you or go down on you, depends how he's feeling tbh

■ i think he'd lean towards going down on you, idk he just seems like he'd be a bit of a munch.

■ and if you're okay with it when yall fuck in the future he's constantly just seeing how far you can go before you're spent

■ long story short he's totally chill abt it when he gets used to it and thinks it's fucking great

《— velvette —》

■ okay im literally giggling and kicking my feet while typing this

■ she seems like a 2 or 3 round kind of gal

■ idk femxfem sex doesn't really go in rounds ime but like. yk.

■ so after she's spent, she's like so ready to cuddle up and sleep. but then you're caressing her cheek, nuzzling into her neck. "again?" you murmur and she has to take a moment

■ cause like, she's just super surprised you're still ready for another.

■ she'd ask the most questions abt it. like she'd want to just know more so she can support you better

■ she'd go down on you tho! anytime! she definitely has toys but she seems like the type to be more inclined to eat you out

■ if she gets tired of that she'd use a toy on you. but she stays engaged the whole time, super attentive.

■ she's a service switch so like getting to keep you pleased like this makes her feel good and she doesn't mind at all

■ once again, all of them would embrace it and they do not mind at all!

■ if you guys with the poly hc for the vees i think it just makes it so much better for them to know it's really hard to burn you out

■ i loved this request ty <3

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[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: How they’d react to feeling ignored

Hello and welcome to this new post of mine! I will give you a reading on how this person would react when feeling ignored. I hope you guys enjoy and find this interesting.

Masterpost > Paid Readings > Subliminal Channel

~pick a card~

Pile 1:

They would immediately notice if you’d start ignoring them since they aren’t that confident about themselves; especially the relationship with you, often wondering if they deserve you, are handsome enough for you, kind enough for you etc.

Due to this insecurity they wouldn’t do anything at the beginning, scared that they might be imagining things; they would be keeping quiet for a while to see what they feel like is happening is exactly happening. They simply want to make sure not to come to you with troubles that don’t actually exist, not wishing to bother you for no reason.

The moment they do realise you are ignoring them and it isn’t just their mind playing games they would come to you when the time is right to ask if they did something wrong, what is bothering you and if they can do something about it. They would definitely assume they did something that made you react that way.

Pile 2:

They would notice pretty quickly if you would ignore them, and immediately come up to you to ask what your problem is. They don’t like beating around the bush and using different tactics to avoid confrontation and problems that have arose. In their mind, if you keep everything quiet it will only get worse along the way and they don’t have the energy for that.

This is why your they would immediately talk to you, no matter the time or place, to figure out what’s going on. It wouldn’t matter to them whether it were on a party, a special dinner, or a theme park. They would take you away from the festivities to a place semi-private and confront you on what is going on to make you react that way. Your future spouse would also see you ignoring them as a way to get them jealous.

Pile 3:

Your specific person would give you the space that you need when you start ignoring them. Most of the time they know it might not even be something they did. So they’d give you time and space, as much as you need, before talking to you again. Your future spouse knows that if they did something to make you mad, sad, jealous or annoyed, they know you would eventually come to them to talk; but only if you feel comfortable and confident to do so (something that would come at some point, as long as they’d give you space to).

If they actually did something that got you to react that way they would be incredibly understanding and apologize on the matter the moment you’d speak up about it and give you even more space if needed. They know you prefer to be on your own (sometimes) when processing your thoughts and emotions, and that space is something they will always give if that’s what you request.

[randomestdweller]

A/N: NANAMI THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU! I wanna ride till his wheels fall off. Have his balls looking like raisins after I’m done. Why did I almost forget to write Toji???? I was editing and like… I’m missing someone. My Requests are open btw

Do JJK Men pull out or Nut inside?

Gojo Satoru

Umm, he’s nutting inside. No doubt in my mind either. Gojo truly cannot help himself, they was you squeeze the life out of his dick makes him get too captured in the feelings. Gojo really does lose himself inside you.

If you tell him not to, he tries to pull out — I mean… you do look good with his cum on your face— but he’ll get lost in your pussy again and the cycle continues.

Asking him to put a condom on is almost useless too, he continuously complains about how it takes away too many sensations until he ruins the mood, and you inevitably let him take it off.

If you power through, he might just slip it off himself anyways.!

He’s rich anyways so don’t worry about how you’ll raise your future child. Everything will be taken care of, so relax and enjoy the feeling of him cumming inside you for now.

Nanami Kento

He wants to cum inside, he really really does. But if you say no, Nanami won’t force it.

Although he does get pussy drunk, it isn’t to the same extent Gojo, not to where he forgets what you want.

But honestly, I don’t see him wanting kids while he’s still a sorcerer anyways so maybe it’s for the better.

Nanami still wants cum inside you tho, he’ll just make sure your medicine cabinet is filled with the morning after pill :).

Ryomen Sukuna

Really, it’s a waste to even tell him not to cum inside. Do you know who you’re dealing with??

Unlike Gojo, who may try to stop himself, Sukuna simply won’t. You can take all the cum he gives you. And you will be thankful for it.

He doesn’t care to have kids but that won’t stop him from cumming inside. If you get pregnant so be it, kind of mindset. Even if you give him a whole lot of children.

Geto Suguru

Kinda like Nanami! He wants to cum inside you just because. Geto is good with children so this wonderful for you two!

You don’t want him to cum inside? That’s really really unfortunate.

He’ll still have sex with you, a lot. But he still will bring it up.

“Why don’t you let me?” “Am I doing something wrong?” “Let’s just try it.” “You trust me right?”

Definitely will try to convince you until you give in. He won’t be annoying at first until he’s asking almost everyday while performing a mundane task. You two could be watching a movie and he’ll be like, “why don’t we just try it tonight?”

He will eventually wear you down.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is cumming inside you. He’s not taking a no on that. He loves how deep he can go and how good it feels when he finishes at the same time as you.

Toji has experience with children so don’t worry if he can take care of one.

You can ask him not to cum inside you tho, but he’ll just out right deny you. And he’ll let you know when he’s nutting inside you during sex, you’ll be too wrapped up in the feeling to realize it at the time. So each time you confront him, Toji will say, “I told you I was doing it, you should have told me to stop then, there’s nothing we can do now.”

Basically, he flips it on you. Good luck dealing with that, each sexual encounter with Toji is mind blowing so you’ll probably never realize when he tells you.

[yawujin]

Hiiiiii if you don't mind can you pls write v3 boys x reader who can't read social cues for the life of them and need to be told directly to understand a situation.

For example: *one of the boys shows romantic interest*

Reader: "WOW so friendly"

The more I describe it the more it sounds like Marinette from miraculous ladybug

Pls&thx

i've never really written something like this so i hope you like how it turned out anon! ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

request | how the v3 boys would react to reader that isn't good with social cues

type | react , established relationship , non killing game , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara ���

he's trying his best to make it known that he likes you

kaito and maki have definitely noticed how he's grown so fond of you

although he had to tell kaito straight up that he liked you

well, he finally does it, confessing to you

"to be honest with you, (Y/N), i really like hanging around you..."

can he make it any more obvious?

no, seriously, can he?

you thank him and say you'd love to hang out more!

he instantly realizes he needs to be more clear

"no! i mean, i like you, alot... as in more than a friend..."

you encourage him to be more outspoken in the future

rantaro amami ♡

tries to confess to you in a lowkey way

but once he realizes you don't really get what he's saying

he ups the ante

he starts showing more affection towards you

and then finally he tries again

"you know i really like you, right (Y/N)?"

he explains that he wants to go on a date to show his likeness

ohhh he likes me in that way you think to yourself

K1B0/kiibo ♡

firstly, he does everything you want him to do because he thinks that's how easy it will be to get you to realize he likes you

but it's not

secondly, he tries to just straight up tell you but it's hard to express his emotions

finally, he uses himself to print out a note that has his messy handwriting all over it

who knew he could be so forward when writing?

it read "i love you, (Y/N)! i hope you accept my feelings"

and it definitely got the message across

korekiyo shinguji ♡

he's pretty nonchalant so it's difficult at first for him

he knows that gift giving is a pretty common way for someome to show their likeness towards someone

so he tries that (althought he might not be the best at giving gifts)

but when he does

you just think he's being friendly

kiyo, just like rantaro, will try showing more affection towards you

he touches your arms, plays with your hair etc

"everything about you is so wonderful..."

"i would like for you to share that wonder with me"

and that gets the message across

kaito momota ♡

he would realize that you probably took his outright profession of love to you and chalked it up to him just being a good friend

as per usual

he woke up in a cold sweat about this and decided that starting tomorrow he'll be extra kind towards you

over the course of a few days, he creates a nickname for you

you guys hang out together even more you two are alone more often than not now

he held on to both of your hands and squeezed them

"(Y/N), i'm not sure else how to say this but...will you go out with me sometime?"

gonta gokuhara ♡

gonta accomodates you and invites you everywhere

he just wants to show that he likes you!

he thought it was working for a while until

"you're such a good friend, gonta!"

he shakes his head 'no'

"gonta want him and (Y/N) to be more than friends..."

you understood but was taken aback

he shys away almost instantly

"only if that what (Y/N) want!"

ryoma hoshi ♡

he gets it completely

he isn't a stranger to being outspoken so he's fine with telling you how things are straight up

it just so happens that he likes you a lot

so in this case, he asks:

"would you want to go out with me?" "tell me what you want and you'll get it."

your transition into a platonic relationship to a romantic one was easy

ryoma is easy to get along with <3

kokichi ouma ♡

he has to quickly find solutions on how to tell you his feelings without being too sappy about it

he isn't too good at that

he also wants to do it before he runs out of patience with himself

he does what he does best and pulls a prank on you

when you ask him why he did it he just says:

"isn't it obvious? it's because i like you."

is he being fr? you can never tell

but the confusion you had finally gets cleared up when you get outside confirmation from miu that he is falling hard for you

[hxrukii]

Hiii! May i request? ^^ Can i have the Leech Twins, Riddle, Vil and Malleus with a female reader who's like Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony?

❝Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!❞

╭・๑ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︰ʚ Some of the NRC Students with a fem!Pinkie Pie!Reader.‧₊˚✦

‧₊˚↷ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)┊❝ Leech Twins, Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit & Malleus Draconia ❞ ⸜⸜*

↷︰ʚ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ‧₊˚✦ Reader is female and is implied to be Yuu. This was so fun to make! Pinkie Pie has always been my favorite character from MLP so this brings back a ton of childhood memories! Malleus' part might be a tad bit shorter than the others, sorry 'bout that.

╰・𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ‧₊˚꒰ Book spoilers for everyone expect for Malleus's part. ɞ‧✦

Find Pinkie!Reader's chaotic attitude absolutely endearing and hilarious.

Wouldn't participe in any of the shenanigans but would 100% be her enabler.

Want to throw a party? Oh! It just happens that the Monstro Lounge is free! (It's really not, but seeing Azul's misery is hilarious to watch.)

Find her cartoonish expressions funny to watch, Jade has never met anyone as expressive as Pinkie!Reader before! Perhaps it's a trait that people from her world has?

When Pinkie!Reader first pulled out her cannon during the fight against Overblot Azul, he was definitely surprised, learned later on that the cannon was a "party canon". Who knew a party canon could be used as a weapon? Actually, where did she even get it from?

Would also be impressed with how Pinkie!Reader can organize parties in fairly short notice with her party cannon, was even able to see her use her party canon in person when she organized a Recovery Party for Azul.

Jade thinks that her ability to find positivity in everything and banish fear is very admirable! Not many people would laugh in his and Floyd's face when they see them, and yet, that was the first thing Pinkie! Reader did when Floyd squeezed a few days before the Magishift Tournament! She truly is an interesting individual!

Also thinks that Pinkie!Reader's ability to predict events in the near futur by interpreting various twitches and involuntary motions interesting.

Love's Pinkie!Reader's affinity for music, would even invite her to sing at the Monstro Lounge from time to time, would also invite her to bake with him, the two of them would exchange recipes, he would taste Pinkie!Readers outlandish recipes like the hot sauce cupcake or even the "ChimiCherryChanga" while she would taste his mushroom recipes.

All in all, he thinks that Pinkie!Reader is a very intriguing person and definitely likes to hang out with her from time to time.

"Oya, you're quite the character aren't you, my dear?"

The two of you would get along very very well.

Floyd absolutely love's your outgoing personality and the two of you get on like a house on fire, some would even say you get along too well.

The two of you are practically always seen together engaging in some shenanigans and causing mischief, most NRC students are terrified of the two of them.

What can Floyd say? He just loves her hyperactive, excitable, quirky, and outgoing self! Especially when he's in a good mood, when he is in a bad mood, people often just bring him to Pinkie!Reader and 99% his mood will do a 180.

To say that the two of you will be the cause of death for Azul and Riddle is an understatement.

When he saw Pinkie!Reader pull out a cannon during the fight against Azul, he definitely wasn't expecting confettis and party decors to come out of it! When he learned that it was called a "party cannon" and was mostly used to well, host parties, he was absolutely delighted! He practically begged her to let him use it when you pulled it out again for Azul's recovery party!

He find your expression absolutely hilarious and would never fail to burst out laughing whenever he sees you doing a cartoonish face.

Once Floyd learned about Pinkie!Reader's ability to predict the (near) futur, he would always come to her when Jade goes out mountain hiking to see if he would force Floyd to eat any of his mushrooms meal or not.

He would happily eat Pinkie!Reader's baking at any time! Especially if they were specially made for him! Though will still make sure that there isn't any weird ingredients in it like mushrooms.

Since the both of them have some kind of musical talent, Floyd will often drags Pinkie!Reader to perform music at the Monstro Lounge with him! Sometimes, he will even ask her too sing just for him!

Floyd's just absolutely adores Pinkie!Reader! Whenever the two of them are together you can always see Floyd with the biggest grin on his face will squeezing Pinkie!Reader super tightly! Though Pinkie!Reader never seemed to complain so nobody would do anything about it.

"Koebi-chan~ there's never a dull moment around you is there? Let's go mess with Azul again!"

Before his overblot, Riddle found Pinkie!Reader's outgoing personality annoying, but after his overblot, he found her outgoing only slightly overwhelming, after all it's been a long time since he's seen anyone as positive as she is! But he will quickly come to find it enjoyable.

After all, most NRC students are more on the pessimistic side of things so Pinkie!Reader's optimism is definitely a breath of fresh air.

When he finds out about Pinkie!Reader's affinity for parties, Riddle would often invite them to Heartslabyul's Unbirthday Parties. He would even let them bake using Heartslabyul's kitchen! After all, Ramshackle's kitchen doesn't seem to be as well equipped as Heartslabyul's.

Would be really grateful if Pinkie!Reader baked something for him, even if the things put into the food is... questionable, he can't find it in him to be angry, especially when Pinkie!Reader looks so happy.

Riddle was probably one the the first person to experience being hit by Pinkie!Reader's party cannon, and let him tell you that it wasn't very pleasant. Though thinking about it, just where does Pinkie!Reader get all those confettis from? Also, where did the cannon itself come from?!

Is kinda worried about the provenance of the cannon but doesn't question it too much for the sake of his sanity, though he would ask questions about how it works.

Riddle would definitely be impressed by Pinkie!Reader's exceptional memory, especially when she remembers something that he mentioned once in a conversation that even he doesn't remember.

Finds Pinkie!Reader's ability to predict the near future really peculiar, he didn't believe it first and chalked it up to coincidence, but after it happened one too many times, he started being more and more curious about said ability. Is it something that everybody has in her world? Or is just a her thing?

When Fiddle found out about Pinkie!Reader's musical abilities, he was impressed to say the least. He thinks that Pinkie!Reader is a great singer and definitely recommend her to join the Light Music Club, she would definitely fit in there.

He thinks that the positivity that radiates from the song is really contagious and can't help but smile whenever he hears it.

“Would you like to join us at Heartslabyul today? We’re having an Unbirthday Party. Oh? You're always free for a party you say? Then, I'm expecting to see you there."

Thinks that Pinkie!Reader's outgoing personality is very endearing, especially after his overblot.

It's not often that you see someone this positive in NRC (except for Kalim.) after all! So just like Riddle, Pinkie!Reader's personality and general attitude towards life is a breath of fresh air for him.

He would definitely appreciate your positive outlook on life, especially after they lost VDC, and Pinkie!Reader was still very positive about things along with Kalim saying that it was fun and that there's always next time.

Wouldn't be as indulgent with Pinkie!Reader's tendencies to throw parties as the others, but definitely will still allow her to host parties in Pomefiore from time to time, even offering to help her decorate!

Speaking of decorating, he is very disturbed by the fact that Pinkie!Reader just so happens to be carrying a cannon on her at all times. Where does she even get it from?!

Though he will admit that the party cannon is plenty useful, both for decorating and for battling.

When he discovered Pinkie!Reader's musical ability, he was impressed to say the least! After all, being to play a one-man band is no easy task!

Though he would've loved to have Pinkie!Reader on the VDC team, she was already in charge of being the team manager, such a shame!

Find Pinkie!Reader's ability to predict the future quite interesting, but doesn't dwell on it for too long. Though, the same cannot be said for Rook, please do look out for him, that man is very curious.

As a actor and model, Vil cannot permit himself to try in sweets often, much to his dismay, since that means that he cannot taste Pinkie!Reader's baking very often! Though every once in a while, he will indulge himself with some of Pinkie!Reader's baking, after all, it's not a crié to indulge oneself every once in a while.

Find Pinkie!Reader's expressive self adorable! He thinks Pinkie!Reader will probably be an amazing actress with how clearly she can express her emotions with just her face.

"You're quite the expressive potato aren't you? You could definitely make a living from being an actress, why not give it a try?"

Absolutely adores Pinkie!Reader.

Like, she is not afraid of him? Want to be his friend? Invites him to every party she hosts? Introduces him to all of her friends? What is there not to love?

When his identity as the Prince of Briar Valley was revealed, but was pleasantly surprised when Pinkie!Reader didn't seem scared of him.

Also thinks that your positivity is contagious, ever since the two of them started hanging out, the weather at Dasomnia's dorm seemed to be getting better each day.

Find Pinkie!Reader's weapon of choice very... peculiar. He has never seen anyone use a cannon filled with party decors to fight before. Also wonders where did the cannon come from, but doesn't dwell on it too much.

Sadly, because of his dislike for full-sized cakes, Malleus won't eat any if Pinkie!Reader's baking very often, but will be very touched every time she offers cake to him because that means that she's thinking about him!

There's definitely a possibility of Malleus asking Pinkie!Reader to teach Lilia how to bake, for the sake of Lilia's victim, and the student's of Diasomnia who are somehow still alive despite Lilia's horrible cooking skills.

Since Malleus is extremely talented with stringed instruments, he will invite Pinkie!Reader to Diasomnia from time to time to play music together. Sebek will definitely, 100% be there cheering Malleus on.

Malleus once found Pinkie!Reader skating on cleaning brushes, so that cleaning Ramshackle will be an easier process. At first, he was extremely worried for Pinkie!Reader, what if she falls flat on her face?! But as time went by, he came to accept that she is actually a very talented skater and isn't as worried anymore.

Is also very interested by the fact that Pinkie!Reader can predict the future, how is she able to do that? He thought she was magicless!

Might (will) get jealous of Pinkie!Reader's pet alligator if she shows him to much affection.

"Child of man. This invitation that you sent me, what is it for exactly? Hm? It's for your pet alligator's birthday? I see, I will make sure to be there."

꒰ ◁ ꒱┊❝Back to Jade, Floyd, Riddle, Vil, Malleus' Masterlist❞

[r4fe-cam3ron]

— YOU WERE THE BEST, BUT YOU WERE THE WORST. | ex-boyfriend!r. cameron x reader

warnings; this is not canon to ‘outer banks’! this will definitely be a slight ooc rafe, slight fluff (short lived, i’m so sorry), hurt, no comfort </3, angst this is so long i apologize.

an; starting off my exbf!rafe masterlist RIGHT (hopefully, maybe) with this piece. honestly don’t know where the plot came from </3 i was thinking of what to right and was listening to ‘i love you, im sorry’ and it popped up in my head thankfully. feel free to leave requests for rafe/ex!rafe as well! but again — i am only on the second season sadly (soon i’ll be on the third! i’m just bad about watching shows). so any rafe requests will pertain to s1 & s2 as of right now! okay, i am done ranting - apologies </3

Double date night - something that you rarely look forward to, even if it’s just once every four months. Especially since it’s still slightly awkward between John B and Rafe, though, you don’t mind the boy. And you love spending time with Sarah. 

Sarah glances at you from the other side of the table, lifting her brows slightly. “We’ll be right back.” She stands from her chair, holding her hand out towards yours. You take her hand, standing with a small smile. 

“You both have to go at the same time?” Rafe asks, brows pinched slightly as he glances between the two of you, crystal blues lingering on you. John B discreetly nods in agreement. 

“Yes,” Sarah answers before you could say anything. “You wouldn’t understand. We’ll be back in five,” She pulls you with her but stops and turns once again. “Try not killing one another while we’re gone.” Her eyes stay on Rafe longer than John B. 

“Mhm.” He waves his hand, slumping back into his chair slightly. Sarah grins and pulls you towards the bathroom once again, stepping inside. 

“So?” She drops your hand. You turn towards her. “Did you open it?” 

“No,” You shake your head quickly. “I don’t…” Sighing, your shoulders drop. “I don’t know how to tell Rafe I even sent in an application,” Sarah’s smile slowly fades and her head tilts slightly. 

“He thinks I agreed on staying here with him while Ward is giving him more opportunities. After a year,” You lean against the sink. “I don’t know if he’ll be happy about it. Especially with it being so far.” 

“It’s a six hour drive,” Sarah deadpans. You stare down at the ground. Sure, it wasn’t that far. But you’d truly be homesick. She leans next to you. “Who knows, he might go with you.” 

“Yeah, right,” You scoff. “His home is here. He’s made that clear already, Sarah. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m going to go.” 

Sarah stares at you - eyes narrowed. “This is your future,” She points at you. “Rafe…he loves you,” She nods, face softening. “And he wants the best for you. He’ll understand. But the longer you wait to tell him…” She trails off, lips pressing into a tight line. 

You sigh and nod. Rafe will be, well, angry - even if the anger would be unnecessary. “I’ll talk to him,” You nod. “But, it’ll only be just a…hypothetical question I’ll ask.” 

Sarah groans slightly, shaking her head. “Insufferable, I tell you,” She mutters, pushing her hair back. “Alright, let’s get back out there so they’re not alone much longer.” 

You nod and follow her back to the table, sitting back down next to Rafe. His arm slings around the back of your chair within a matter of seconds and you lean into the touch, goosebumps raising slightly from where the tips of his fingers trace across your arm. 

Fumbling with your fingers on your lap, you’re unaware of how zoned out you are. 

You’ve always wanted to go to college - prove and make something of yourself and not end up like another woman on Kildare Island who marries for money and then stays in an unhappy relationship with a man who could care less if she even went missing. 

Your mother and father as an example. 

You’re not unhappy with Rafe, and you also know he’d do anything for you if you asked him - the food on his plate, the shirt off his back, anything. 

But, again, this is a chance to prove yourself - especially after many demeaning comments made in passing by friends or family. They always burned even if you laughed them off, nodding in agreement, then cry yourself to sleep that night. 

University of Georgia. Sarah was right. It was only a six hour drive - you could come back on weekends and stay. Yet, you still weren't sure if you’d gotten in. The letter was on your desk, sealed, and waiting to be ripped open with anxious hands. 

“You okay?” You blink a couple of times, looking over to meet Rafe’s gaze, his face melted with slight worry. 

“Yeah,” You smile softly. Sarah watches quietly. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired.” You whisper softly. 

Rafe nods and takes that as his cue, reaching into his wallet. “Here’s our half,” He passes Sarah the cash. “I have work early in the morning, so we are gonna go ahead and head out.” 

Sarah nods and stands, pulling you into a hug as Rafe stands off to the side, waiting patiently, though his stance was awkward. “Text me.” She whispers. You only nod, pulling away. 

“Bye, John B.” You wave as Rafe’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you towards the exit. John B waves with a soft smile. 

You shiver when you step outside. “Dude is so weird,” Rafe mumbles, shaking his head as he pulls open the door for you. “Didn’t even talk the whole time you and Sarah were in the bathroom.” 

You roll your eyes and look at him. “Did you even try talking to him?” 

His bottom lip pushes out slightly as he shakes his head. “Nope,” He shuts the door and you watch as he rounds the truck, getting into the driver's side, quickly starting the engine. “Seat-warmer? On or off?” 

“On, please,” You watch as his finger presses the button. “And how do you expect him to start a conversation when he doesn’t know what to talk about with you?” 

“He could’ve said or asked anything. I’m an open book - I’ll let you know if I want to talk about it or not.” 

You hum and nod, leaning your head back into the headrest as your eyes slowly close. 

“Hey,” Slowly opening your eyes, you peek over at him. “Are you okay? You seem…” He trails off, trying and thinking of a word that doesn't seem offensive. “off?” 

“Oh,” You nod, reaching your hand over to grab him. He grips softly three times. “Yeah. I’m okay.” 

Rafe stares at you quietly. He knows you’re lying but he’s not the type to push unless it truly affects him. You’ll come to him when you want to talk about whatever is on your mind. 

Nodding, he squeezes your hand back three times. A smile pulls at your lips as your eyes drop to your hands. 

—

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” You step out of the bathroom, dressy clothes switched for one of Rafe’s shirts and some shorts - movie attire. “You want anything?” He shakes his head and puts his phone down on the nightstand. 

“I’m good.” 

Nodding, you walk down the steps, leaving Rafe alone in your room. You move quickly, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy’s that were still in the bag from the quick grocery run you both had made earlier. 

Jogging back up the steps, you smile and kick your door shut gently. “Did you find a—” You stop when you see Rafe closer than expected, standing by your desk with an envelope in his hand. 

He holds it up. “What is this?” 

You shift, gulping quietly and averting your gaze but quickly look back. “Uhm…a letter.” 

“Yeah,” He scoffs, stepping closer. “I see that it’s a letter. When did you even apply?” 

You lift your right shoulder - a quick shrug, eyes now looking at the envelope he now holds rather than his face. “F…four months ago?” You wince, peeking up at him quickly before looking back down. “I was going to tell you—”

“Oh, you were?” 

“Yes,” You quickly nod. “Yes, I was. I haven’t even opened it. But even if I did get in, I don’t know if I’d truly go, Rafe. You’re overreacting.” 

“You never even told me you wanted to go to college,” He shakes his head, fingers itching to either crumble the letter or rip it. He was trying to hold it together. “We had a plan, remember?” 

“What plan? The one where we stay here while you work and I stay home and do the same thing over and over everyday? Have a kid or two?” Your eyes now lift to look at him. 

“Yes! That one,” He holds his arms out towards you. “The one we both agreed too.” 

“I never agreed to that. You made that plan yourself and just filled me in on it - never once asking what I wanted,” You scoff, pushing past him. “If you truly believed that’s what I wanted, you don’t know me at all.” 

“Then tell me what you actually want.” 

“I want a life!” You drop the stuff in your hands onto your mattress, turning towards him. “A life! One where…where I get a degree in something I enjoy! Or even own a little shop and sell…antiques or food or whatever,” 

“I don’t even know if I want kids, Rafe. I want…” You trail off, looking at him as you feel your eyes begin to sting. Don’t cry, don’t cry, do not cry. “I want someone who wants to…move, explore, do something that they want instead of listening to their parents because they think it’ll make them happy.” 

“You think I’m working there just to make my dad happy? You don’t think working there makes me happy?” 

It doesn’t. He’s been more angry - even at the littlest things. He looks more drained, tired. He doesn’t enjoy it, but if it gets his fathers praise or attention, he’ll do it. 

“No. I don’t,” You shake your head. You debated on even answering that question, but you notice how his expression changes slightly, the anger wavering. You step closer, staring up at him. “I know you aren’t happy, because I know you,” You place your hands on his chest softly. 

“I know you. But you don’t even know what I want.”

Rafe is silent now. You notice he’s grasping at straws to find something to say. Something to fight back with. You wait patiently, allowing him to conjure up something. 

“Me,” He lands on, brows slightly pinching together. You notice how tears line his waterline. “Me. You want me. A life with me.” 

“I do…I do so badly, Rafe,” You whisper, hands lifting to cup his cheeks. The tears roll down his cheeks now. He rarely ever cries. “But I also don’t want a life like my mom and dad,” Your thumbs push away at the tears. 

“I can’t have you getting upset or angry with me because I want to do something with my life,” You drop your chin slightly to follow his eyes when he looks away. “Georgia isn’t far away and you’re acting as if it is.” 

“That’s not…” His jaw clenches and he pulls away from your hold. You drop your hands by your side, watching as his eyes shut and he forcibly shakes his head quickly. “No. You’re being confusing. I’m not…I’m not angry or upset with this,” He holds up the letter. 

“I’m angry that you didn’t even want to talk to me about it.” 

“I have,” His head quickly turns to look at you. “I’ve told you so many times, Rafe, that I wanted to go. Because of how many times I’ve been told I’m not even smart enough to get into a school like that - that I’ll end up just like them.” 

“That’s being hypocritical, don’t you think?” 

Your face drops into confusion, head tilting. “What?” 

“You want to go to college to…prove yourself or whatever,” He waves his hand in the air. “But…you’re telling me I’m working for my dad because I want to get his praise or attention.” 

“That’s different—”

“It’s not any different,” His voice raises slightly, your mouth quickly shutting and eyes darting away as your arms cross over your chest. “We both want to prove ourselves to our parents and whoever else has doubted what we could do,” It feels weird to Rafe to admit that out loud. 

He looks down at the letter and holds it out towards you. Your eyes glance at him before his outstretched arm. “Open it.” 

Your eyes quickly look at him once again. Hesitantly, you reach out and pull the sealed letter from his grasp. Flipping it over, you try not to seem too desperate when ripping it open. The envelope falls to the ground as you unfold the paper, eyes darting over the words. 

Congratulations. 

Congratulations. 

A smile pulls at your lips, eyes looking up at Rafe who stands there, watching quietly. “I got in,” You whisper. He nods slightly and looks down at the paper that shakes slightly in your grasp. “I got in.” You voice a little louder, looking back at the letter. The tears that finally break loose and slide down your cheeks, drop onto the paper. 

“Congratulations.” Rafe nods. You quickly look back at him, placing the paper on your desk, stepping closer. 

“You could come with me,” You nod quickly, smiling softly as your hands cup his cheeks once again. “Yeah. You could come with me. We could get a small apartment close to the college - I wouldn’t have to live on campus,” 

He stares at you quietly. “We could actually live together. Come down every two or three weeks to visit friends and whoever else,” Your smile would usually be contagious - now it just makes him angry. Your touch is making it feel as if you’re burning him. 

“We could also stay for the weekend since it’s only a six hour drive,” You let out a small laugh, dropping your hands to his shoulders. “Rafe, come on. Act a little more—”

“What, happy?” His tone causes the smile to slip from your lips. His hands lift to wrap around your wrist, pushing your touch away from him. 

“Well, yeah,” You stare at him. “I’m…I’m telling you we could actually live together in our own space and you’re not even…” You trail off. 

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly too happy that you decided it would be okay for me to just uproot my life from here to go with you.” Oh, Rafe, shut up, shut up, shut up.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“That I’m not doing that!” He throws his hands up. “I’m not leaving everything behind here that I’ve slowly worked through! Dad would never let me hear the end of it.” 

“Is this about me or your dad? Do you not remember when you used to come here just because he would kick you out for weeks before even letting you come back home?” Your own voice begins to raise. “Do you seriously trust him enough to work with him or is it just for the money that he is able to provide?” 

His jaw clenches and he shakes his head. “I don’t have to listen to this,” He walks past you and grabs the duffle bag that sits on your chair. You turn and watch him, lips parting as he begins to stuff his things into his bag. “I don’t have to listen to your version of a ‘perfect life’ when I can have that.” 

It’s like he’s trying to convince himself that he would still have that perfect life when you decide to leave everything behind - leave him behind. 

“You don’t think we could build something up together and have that be perfect?” You walk over towards him as he turns. He stops and stares down at you. “You don’t think we could build our own home together? Something better than here?” 

His lips pull into a tight line so he doesn’t say something he regrets. He steps into the bathroom, removing his stuff before stepping back towards his back. 

“Rafe…” You watch him. “Rafe, please. Why are you being like this? I just want you to talk—”

“I’m angry because you can leave but I can’t!” He turns towards you. You stumble back slightly but quickly regain composure, eyes widened slightly. “You can leave everything behind and you’ll be fine. But if I do…” He lets out a laugh which sounds more like a scoff before shaking his head. “I’m not you. I care too much.” 

“You…” You watch as he zips up his bag. “You think I don’t care? Why do you think I wanted you to come with me?!” 

“Money.” 

The anger that builds in your chest makes you feel as if you’re sweating profusely. “I would never be with you just because of the money and you know it, Rafe,” You jab your finger into his chest. “I love you! That’s why I wanted you to come with me! This whole argument could’ve been avoided if you’d just understand me!” 

“Yeah, well,” He grabs his keys from your desk. “You said you didn’t want to end up like your parents.” 

“Rafe, don’t do this,” You step closer. “You’re being irrational for no reason.” 

He glances back at you one last time - watches how your lip quivers, eyes pleading with him. “Please.” You whisper. His eyes drift over towards your desk, the letter on top taunting him. 

He steps out of your room, slamming the door behind himself. You stand there, staring at the closed door waiting for the moment he steps back in, laughing in your face about how he got you and you’d punch him in the arm. The night would continue with a movie and sour gummy worms. 

Yeah. That sounds perfect. 

But the sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs and the start of his truck has that wish shattering. You rush towards your window, peeking out the curtains. His tires squeal on the pavement as he backs out and speeds off. 

Pulling back, you slowly walk towards your bed and sit on the edge. Your eyes stare at the floor as your hands rest in your lap. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast. 

You slowly reach for your phone, immediately texting Sarah to come over. 

After the texts she sent go unanswered, she’s there within ten minutes and running up the steps. Opening the door, her eyes dart around the room, before they land on you. 

You slowly look over at her. “I got in.” 

Her smile is immediately, mouth parting to speak but she quickly stops when she watches your face crumble, a sob leaving your throat. The door shuts and she quickly walks over, pulling you close to her.

You cry until your eyes are heavy and your throat hurts. You pull away slowly and Sarah looks at you sadly. Your eyes linger on her skin, reaching over and wiping away your tears that had fallen, making a slight face. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” She shakes her head, reaching for your hand. “What happened?”

The explanation was hard to get through, some tears and pauses along the way but Sarah nods, face remaining morphed into sadness. 

“Then he left.” 

Sarah lets out a small sigh. “I mean, he was rejected from that college. Maybe he’s just…” Your brows furrow slightly, head tilting. “Maybe he’s angry at himself - which doesn’t excuse—”

“Wait,” You quickly cut her off. “What do you mean, he was rejected from that college? When did Rafe even apply?” 

She stares at you quietly. “Uh,” She shifts. She thought Rafe might’ve told you - she thought wrong. “He applied last year. He was so excited when he got the letter. He had me open it because he was so nervous,”

Looking down at the loose thread on Sarah’s shorts, you frown at the thought of Rafe being excited then learning that it wasn’t what he was expecting. “He thought I was being mean,” Sarah nods. “I actually felt bad for him. He was…Rafe is smart - when he puts his mind to it. He had the grades for it. Especially when you two started talking,” 

Your eyes lift and she smiles sadly. “He hammered down then,” She nods. “Dad offered to, uh…” She shifts uncomfortably and messes with the bracelet on your wrist. “He offered to pay the school a lump sum of money.” 

“Rafe told him no, because he wanted to get in without that kind of help,” Sarah nods. “Dad laughed. He told Rafe he wasn’t sure why he thought he would be able to get in. He left for four days after that.” 

Thinking back, you remember one time when Rafe had come to your home closer to his graduation. He seemed more sad than what he usually did. When he stepped in, he mumbled some excuse about Rose wanting him out. 

“I never knew any of that. He didn’t tell me.” 

“I know,” Sarah nods. “That still doesn’t give him any right to say and do what he did to you though.” 

You nod, looking towards the picture frame on your dresser, shoulders dropping slightly. “I don’t know if I can leave now.” 

“Hey, no,” Sarah grabs your face and turns it back, lowering them to your shoulders once you’re staring at him. “You’re not backing out on this. This is your chance to have a future. You can talk to Rafe, but do not let him change your mind about going.” 

“This could’ve been avoided, Sarah.” Your lip quivers and head shakes. 

“It could’ve,” She agrees with a small nod. “But him seeing that letter did not need to cause this,” She motions towards your face. Did not need to cause crying for almost an hour straight. “He has every reason to be upset or jealous - whatever he feels. But he should feel happy for you.This is a big accomplishment.” 

Nodding a bit, you smile softly. “I’ll try talking to him,” She nods. “Thank you for coming. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

She smiles. “Not a lot.” She teases. 

You laugh softly, leaning your cheek over onto her arm that remains close to you. “Do you mind staying?” You whisper. 

“Not at all.”

—

| FOUR MONTHS LATER. 

| I know you’re not speaking to me. But I'd really like to see you before I leave. 

| Say a proper goodbye. 

| Please come with Sarah. 

READ AT 12:30PM. 

Your heart breaks but it’s something you’ve grown used to over the four months away from Rafe. Quickly dropping your phone, you look over when the door opens. 

Your mom smiles softly when she sees you folding a shirt, stuffing it into a suitcase. You’re leaving some clothes home, in your room, but taking some with you. Your dad had given you a free range of spending after learning about getting accepted. 

That’s the first time you’ve ever felt as if he was proud of you. 

“I can’t believe you're leaving me,” You turn and send your mom a small smile. “I’ll be home every four weeks unless something important comes up. And for holidays. You could also come see me.” 

“I don’t like driving and neither does your dad, you know that,” There’s something that wavers in her voice that has a frown pulling at your lips and fingers gripping the material you hold. She steps closer and clears her throat. “Are you sure you want to leave early?” 

You stare at her quietly for a moment as you actually think about backing out of this whole thing. You wanted to leave a month early so you can explore a new place, maybe meet some new friends. But you also didn’t want to leave everyone else behind. 

But you wanted to leave everyone behind at the same time. 

A part of you felt bad for leaving your mom - although another part doesn’t. She never really showed she cared, but maybe that wasn’t her fault. 

“I’m sure. I want to make sure I know where everything is,” You nod, turning back to your bag. You finish with the shirt in your hand, zipping up your bag. “Sarah, John B, and everyone's on their way to say bye.” 

She doesn’t know about the fight with Rafe. And you did not want to tell her - she’d find some way to blame you for it. 

You also didn’t feel like crying once again. 

She nods and smiles softly. “Come with me. Your dad said he’d get your bags.” 

You're surprised, but nod and follow behind her down the steps. Your dad was in the kitchen, giving you a small smile in passing before he walked upstairs. 

You turn your attention back, eyes dropping to a box. “What’s this?” 

“A care package,” She nods. You eye it before looking at her. “Do you…remember those homemade cookies we used to make with one another?” 

“Oh, I don’t—”

“I made some,” She quickly cuts you off. You, of course, remember making those cookies. They were the best cookies you’ve ever tasted - nothing has yet to top them yet. You were smush surprised she even made them. “Last night. I was…I was up late making this with some of the other snacks you used to like as well.” 

You pull the box closer, opening it and peeking inside. Your heart stops for a moment before glancing up. “Mom—”

She circles around and grabs your biceps softly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there the most when you needed me,” Your eyes begin to sting. “When you were older. I should’ve stuck up more for you and been there. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

She pulls you towards her quickly, squeezing you tightly. You can’t remember the last time you hugged either one of your parents. Not one of those side hugs, or hugs that you do for a family portrait and quickly pull away after the flash goes off. 

An actual bone-crushing hug. 

Your arms slowly wrap around her, before your eyes slowly squeeze shut, moving closer. 

“My baby,” She whispers, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m so sorry.” 

You smile softly, shaking your head quickly. “It’s okay.” You whisper, breath shuddering slightly as you wipe your tears with the back of your hand. She reaches up and wipes at your other cheek. 

“I’m so, so proud of you, you know?” 

It’s strange. The words she says have your face crumbling and another shaky breath escaping you. You never knew if she was truly ever proud of you or not - you still wasn’t for sure, the words could just be in the moment - but it still renders you breathless all the same. 

You jump slightly when you hear a honk outside. Your eyes dart towards the front door before glancing at your mom. She nods. “I’ll get your dad to carry this out too.” 

You nod and start to walk out of the kitchen. You pause and turn back around, hugging her tightly. “I love you, Mom.” You whisper softly. 

Her arms tighten once more for a second before releasing slightly. “I love you, sunshine.” Suddenly, you’re a little girl again, beaming at her when you pull away. 

You quickly walk outside, smiling softly when you see the people who are standing outside, waiting by your car. Walking over, JJ is the first to see you. 

“Hello, Miss Georgia.” He grins, walking over. Everyone glances over. You embrace him in a hug, smiling softly. 

“Hello, JJ,” You laugh softly, pulling away. “Thanks for coming. Sorry that it’s gonna be a short goodbye too - I want to get going before traffic hits.” 

“Then we better get to it,” Topper says from the side. “There’s a concert going on today.” 

You hum softly and hug JJ once again, patting his back softly. “Don’t get yourself into too much trouble.” 

“No promises.” It sounds like he sniffles at the end, but you pull away to hug Pope next as JJ turns and fixes his hat. 

“Make good choices and study.” He reminds you. You pull away and stare at him, grinning. 

“You’re so studious, Pope.” 

He smiles softly and pulls you into another quick hug, patting your back before moving to stand next to JJ. You hug Topper and Kelce next - a side hug, but it was still nice of them to come tell you goodbye. 

You hug Kiara next, promising to text her and send her pictures of the sunsets - mountains, too, if you go hiking. 

John B gives you a small smile. Sarah pushes him slightly. “She doesn’t bite,” She shakes her head. “Well—”

“Hush, Sarah,” You warn, hugging John B. You lower your voice. “Take care of her, okay?” 

He nods and steps away. You smile at Sarah and hug her tightly, feeling her fingers grip at the material of your shirt. “I’m sorry he didn’t come. I tried.” She whispers. 

You nod. “It’s okay…” You whisper. Pulling away, you smile and take a look at everyone. 

“I love you guys,” You nod. “Thanks for being here. It means a lot.” 

“Anything for you,” JJ smiles. “But we can’t watch you leave. Otherwise, we will follow you.” 

Letting out a small laugh, you nod. “Then you guys better go. I’m about to leave after I tell mom and dad bye.” You motion over your shoulder. 

They all walk towards their cars, goodbye’s and ‘I’ll see you soon’ filling the space. You watch as everyone disappears before turning. You see both your mom and dad standing and waiting patiently. Walking over, you smile. 

“Okay…I guess this is the part where we hug and I promise you I’ll see you both soon?” 

The man chuckles and pulls you close. “Exactly,” He pats your back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You allow yourself to be selfish and indulge in his attention. “I love you. Text when you get there, okay?” 

You nod. “I will. Thank you, dad.” 

He presses another quick kiss to the top of your head, pulling away. You step towards your mom first, pulling her into another tight hug. “Call me whenever you need to. When you want to come back.” She whispers. 

You smile and nod. “I will. I love you.” You feel her nod and you pull away from the both of them, walking towards your car and slipping inside. You glance in your rearview mirror, watching as your mom lingers on the doorstep as your dad passes by, stepping inside. You frown slightly. 

The attention he had given you was short lived. 

Sighing, you turn on your car and hover your thumb over the START button on maps. Your eyes lift once again towards the house. The door shuts once again. 

Your eyes begin to sting as you look away once again, clicking the button. 

“In .3 miles, make a left…” 

Rafe pauses as he watches your car make a quick left, disappearing from his view. Rubbing at his face, he looks over at the packed bags in his passenger seat. 

He backed out. 

He packed his bags. Drove to your home to see if the offer still stands - to see if you still wanted him to go with you. Then he stopped before he even pulled into the driveway. 

He didn’t know why he couldn’t push himself to do it, no matter how many times he kept saying that’s what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to make a home with you. Have that perfect life that you believed in. 

He didn’t know what was holding him back. 

Starting up his truck, he stares at the mailbox in front of your house. He clears his throat and quickly pulls into the driveway, getting out and making his way up to the door. He knocks and waits. 

Your dad answers, brows slightly lifted. “Oh, Rafe,” He then pinches them together in confusion. “Didn’t you already say goodbye?” 

“No,” He shakes his head quickly. “I, uh…I was at work.” He lies. 

“Well, I’m sorry, kid. You just missed her,” He motions towards the end of the driveway. “I could call if you want—”

“No,” He quickly stops him. “No…I don’t want to hold her up if she had a timeline she wanted to follow. Thank you, though, sir.” 

He nods and begins to shut the door. “Wait,” The door opens once again. “This might be…” He trails off. It wouldn’t be weird. As far as they know - hopefully - you both are still together. “Would it be okay if I go up to her room?” 

The older man’s brows lift slightly, shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” 

Rafe nods and steps inside when he steps away. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be quick.” He makes his way towards the steps, quickly jogging up them and towards your room. 

He opens the door, stepping inside before closing it behind himself. He slowly steps in and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he looks around the room. 

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he smiles to himself softly. It did feel strange sitting in your room, without you. 

His eyes land on the photo on the nightstand, picking it up carefully. It had been moved from your dresser, closer to your bed. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. 

His chin quivers and drags his thumb across the dried flowers that had been stuffed under the glass. They were from your second date - Rafe had been late, Ward holding him up to do something that could’ve waited.

He wanted Ward's approval and put you last. He thinks that was the first time he ever did that. You never held it against him. 

Kicking off his shoes, he shifts around in the bed as he lies on his side. He holds the frame close to his chest, arms crossing over it protectively. 

He was never the one to get close to people. It was a surprise that he had even let you get close enough that you knew his little tics he would do when he was nervous, lying, or joking. 

Close enough that you knew him better than he knew himself. 

More than he knew you. 

The thought makes his eyes squeeze alongside the painful squeeze of his heart, the heel of his palm pressing in between his brows. His phone is weighing heavily in his pocket - his mind screaming for him to just call. 

But he didn’t want to hold you back. He knew you were meant for something greater than this place. Your friends. Him. You deserved to prove yourself in a way he never could or never will be able too. 

He loved you too much to hold you back. 

He loves you too much. 

His eyes grow heavier, the hold on the frame loosening as he slowly falls asleep to the scent of your sheets that smelled of both you and him. 

That smelled of home.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 03 - Cum]

Pairing: Rough Dom!Yoongi x Needy sub!Taehyung

Genre: Vampire!Yoongi, Vampire!Taehyung, Magic!AU

Kinks: accidental consumption of a lust potion which has very fateful consequences, monster fucker smut, anything and everything cum, cum eating, using cum as lube, multiple creampies, cum being everywhere, blowjob, deep-throating, rough face fucking, unnaturally long tongues, spit, hair pulling, sloppy rimjob, rough spontaneous anal sex against the bathroom sink, choking with the monster tongue around Tae’s neck :), biting, mirror sex in a sense, dirty talk, praise, subby boy tears, multiple orgasms, gentle and nurturing aftercare

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: this was requested by me :) listen. i was ovulating as i wrote this. this is not at all canon JFASDJF but what if it was?? what if they were actually alone one day and did that?? what if they agree to never ever fucking mention it again?? no but in reality, this is definitely not canon, i just wanted to make them fuck violently :) and what better opportunity for that than kinktober aka the most unhinged time on this blog where everything is allowed?

Yoongi thought that he will surprise you by cleaning your wing. He has already managed to go through your living room and the hallways and is now busy in your magic kitchen. 

Yoongi really wanted to be helpful, nothing else. So when he drops one of your potions accidentally and inhales its fumes, he knows that he fucked up. A lust potion. One which is meant to be consumed carefully because getting too much of it in one’s system bears uncontrollable consequences. You made it with the help of one of Taehyung’s many sex magic books and were planning to use it in future sessions with your lovers. One drop of it, to be more exact. One fucking drop is enough. It is so strong in fact that not even Yoongi, the strongest of the supernatural creatures, is immune to it. And he fucking inhaled the entire bottle of it.

Yoongi groans and throws his hand over his nose, but too late, the magic is doing its job. His eyes are hazy, his vision blurry, his head dizzy. He tries to flee, but every step he takes aches. Sex. Sex. Cum. Sex. Cum. His thoughts are reduced to two words. His cock is so hard, his balls suddenly so heavy that his pants hurts. He rips the clothes, leaving a trail of wet desperation as he claws his way out of your kitchen. He stumbles from side to side as he tries to leave your wing, gasping for fresh air in hopes of clearing his lungs.

He needs help. His ears are ringing. It is as if he was high on five different drugs. And every drug wants him to fuck. Fuck. He needs sex. He needs to fuck.

Your bedroom. Your scents just make it worse. Yoongi moans and groans as he drags himself to the bathroom. You aren’t home right now. As a matter of fact, nobody is home because you all went on a trip to the coast.

Yoongi is all alone. And he needs help. Otherwise he might rip this whole room to shreds.

Maybe a shower will help. He tears the shirt off his body and collapses into the shower, turning on the freezing water with his last remaining clarity. The water hurts on his skin, Yoongi is panting as he takes it, forehead resting against the cold tiles while his heavy cock leaks on the floor. It doesn’t help. His cock stays hard, his bloodstream is drugged up. Yoongi blacks out. 

The next moments are unable to be put onto paper because Yoongi has no recollection of them and this author must use this moment to apologise. A lie had been spread. There was one other person home during the time Yoongi accidentally drugged himself. Taehyung.

Taehyung was clear in the head and planned on going for a stroll in the forest to move his stiffened body after a very captivating painting session. Taehyung was very close to leaving the estate when his ears picked up on very worrying sounds. Yoongi whimpering in pain. Such noises, Taehyung has never heard from him before.

“Hyung”, he gasps and runs off to your wing. He considers calling you first, but then is too busy being worried. And his phone was upstairs. Too much time would have been wasted.

He breaks through your door, calling out Yoongi’s name.

He doesn’t answer him, but the tortured noises remain. They come from your bedroom. Did he fall and hurt himself? Perhaps he fell on a stake and now struggles to get it out. 

Taehyung takes off his shoes by the door, because he still had manners, and hurries to the bedroom. It is empty. The bathroom door is open. The noises come from it.

“Hyung! What’s the matter?” He hurries to it. “What happ-” 

Taehyung quite frankly loses the abilities to properly function. The view before him is way too unbelievable. 

Yoongi is in front of the sink mirror, body wet from the shower and completely naked. He is covered in his own cum, as is the sink and the counter. Puddles of it had formed on the floor as well. His eyes spill tears. His huge hand is around his completely grown vampire cock and to top it all off, it is very obvious that he had his own fingers in his ass before Taehyung crashed into the room.

“Leave!” Yoongi screams. His voice is distorted in agony, bouncing off the walls.

“I, I”, Taehyung stutters, pressing his hand to his own crotch to hide the instant boner the view and scents give him. He is scared for his life. He knows how much Yoongi values privacy and this is beyond an invasion of it. “I am so sorry. I believed that you hurt yourself I, shit, I’m leaving already.”

“Wait, no.”

Taehyung turns, gulps.

Yoongi is staring at him with glassy helpless eyes. His hand is moving around his cock as if he had no control over it. Taehyung feels dizzy. He is watching his very private friend jerk off as if it was normal to do.

“I can’t stop cumming”, Yoongi gets out and tenses up as another orgasm shakes him, “help me please”, he whimpers, eyes crossing and cock squirting white cream on the tiles behind the sink.

“Are you out of your mind? What do you mean?!” Taehyung exclaims, feeling as if he was going crazy. Is he in the wrong movie? Yoongi is currently orgasming mere five feet from him and begging him for help. 

“Argh!” Yoongi gets out, convulsing in the aftershocks with wobbly legs. He hits the sink, gritting his exposed fangs. He is panting and growling, trying to get the words out like this. “I poisoned myself. Argh. One of her lust potions from your stupid fucking sex books.”

“Why would you do this to yourself? Oh heavens.”

“Cause I get off to it. No you motherfucker, it was an accident. Urgh fuck please not again”, he growled at first but then whimpers as he releases into the sink another time. He grabs the edge of the counter, opening his mouth so widely that Taehyung can watch the acid drip from his fangs. Dizzy, he looks at his cock next. The cum Yoongi spills is thick and aggressively white, spilling out of him in huge globs and sticking to the furniture in slimy strings.

“Why is it so thick? It is as if you are ejaculating slime, hyung” Taehyung gasps, knowing that Yoongi won’t be able to answer him.

“Are you going to help me or not, you bastard?” Yoongi spits to his surprise.

“I, I mean if you are asking me to”, Taehyung stutters and closes the distance. He falls to his knees before Yoongi, moaning when his legs get soaked in the puddles of cum.

“What-”

Yoongi never gets to finish his sentence. Yoongi instead gets his cock buried deep in Taehyung’s throat as the younger vampire sucks eagerly.

Yoongi screams up, throwing his head back and gripping Taehyung’s dark locks. He stumbles, almost falling to his knees if Taehyung hadn’t grabbed his buttocks with such vigour. He begins bopping his head up and down on his huge cock, gurgling happily from the heavy girth in his throat.

Yoongi climaxes instantly, screaming Taehyung’s name and twisting his hair. Not that the mention of this orgasm is important. On the contrary, it is rather useless, because Yoongi feels just as horny afterwards than he did before. Maybe with his balls a little lighter, but his head is still incredibly drugged. 

Taehyung swallows every single glob of Yoongi’s thick cum. It drags itself down his throat, covering every inch of his insides and coating his stomach. It warms him, making him crave more. Taehyung slips off and concentrates his sucks on Yoongi’s engorged tip. He slurps hungrily, swirling his tongue as quickly as possible. His veins are swollen, throbbing under his tongue.

“You’re fucking insane. Fuck, ah”, Yoongi growls, staring down at Taehyung. “Look at me.” 

Taehyung obeys, eyes so very submissive as he looks up at Yoongi. 

“Lilac is your safeword. Think it and I’ll stop.” 

“Yes…Master.” 

“Fuck, shut the fuck up”, Yoongi spits and forces his mouth onto his cock. 

Taehyung mewls and gurgles, tilting his head back as Yoongi fills his throat out. 

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods his head, showing Yoongi that he wasn’t made of glass by moving his hips for him. Tears leave his eyes, but he doesn’t gag. He simply moans and clenches his throat around his heavy length.

“You crazy fucking bastard”, Yoongi moans and picks up a punishing speed instantly, drilling Taehyung’s pretty face as if he hated it. “Take it. Fucking take it.” 

But he doesn’t hate his face. He sees salvation in his ethereal features. It feels so good to fuck it. His hand could have never felt this way. Taehyung’s lips move and stretch around his girth, his throat bulges to make space.

“Shit, you’re looking so good with cock in your mouth. I hope you get your pretty face fucked regularly. Mhm? Do they fuck your dripping mouth hole regularly?” Yoongi is talking complete shit, tongue loose in an intense drug trip. 

And Taehyung loves. He loves it so much that he wets his pants in excitement and feels his eyes cross a little. He moans around Yoongi’s cock, tilting his head back further in a willingness to completely become his’. 

“Yeah you know you look good, don’t you. Urgh! Urgh, fuck argh it’s not helping-ah!’ Yoongi growls and orgasms again, throwing his head back as he fucks his cum deep down Taehyung’s throat. 

Taehyung expected it, but still ends up having to gag from it. It is so much, he can barely keep up with swallowing, being forced to his luck as Yoongi makes sure the only thing he’ll have in his stomach today was his cream. Taehyung’s cries, scratching down Yoongi’s thighs in desperate search for support. It draws blood but heals instantly. 

“I’m sorry Tae, I’m sorry”, Yoongi whimpers as his cock squirts cum against his will. 

Taehyung mewls and shakes his head, dragging his big hands up the back of Yoongi’s legs until he reaches his hips. His hugs them, pressing his face into his pubes while his mouth still carries his heavy cock.

He can take more. Yoongi’s cum is so sweet, although much, it is so sweet. Taehyung feels droopier by the second, craving more of it like an addict having a relapse.

“Tae ah!” Yoongi slows down after his high but only because he is too weakened from it. He uses Taehyung’s head to support himself on it, hips shaking as Taehyung sucks on his cock loudly. “I can’t stop, it’s so painful”, he gets out, almost sobbing the words. 

Taehyung puts distance between their bodies, mouth leaking cum as he speaks.

“Do you trust me?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi answers him, eyes taking in the view hungrily. Taehyung’s lips are so puffy and pink. His face is so messy in sticky cum. It somehow managed to get in his hair as well. 

Taehyung sticks two of his fingers into his own mouth, coating them in the cum he still has sticking to his gums. Once they are slick in it, he exchanges them for Yoongi’s cock, guiding them to Yoongi’s ass. He applies pressure, slipping them into his tight hole. He instantly finds his prostate, rubbing it vigorously as he begins moving his throat on Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi bends his own body into unnatural positions, writhing standing up and screaming silently. He is submerged in painful fire and Taehyung just made it worse. Or better. He can’t decide. He cums again, spilling down Taehyung’s throat to the point his stomach is starting to get a little bloated from all the cum he has to keep inside. 

Taehyung takes it gladly, dimpling Yoongi’s hip with his other hand while he fingers his hole quickly. He is going crazy. Yoongi is so soft inside. So tight. And warm. Holy fuck, he is fingering his hole. Not even in his nastiest dreams would Taehyung have dared to imagine such a thing and yet here he is. He curls his fingers deeper, listening to Yoongi’s desperate noises.

“Again, argh!”

It feels too good. This is so good. This is the sex the poison craves. The skilled touch of another. Yoongi swears he fucking kisses the very creator of the univesre herself as he climaxes in Taehyung’s mouth. Both hands are gripping his head while his hips pound into him in search of sweet relief.

And then something happens. Relief. There is actual relief after the high. 

“Stop it, stop”, Yoongi croaks, pulling him off his cock with little effort. Taehyung slips out of his ass, gazing up at him. His nose is snotty and burns because Yoongi came so hard the last time that it went out through his nose. His eyes are crying. His stomach feels like bursting.

Yoongi touches him. It is gentle and nurturing. Taehyung feels taken aback by it, but melts into it nonetheless.

“You’re actually fucking mad.” 

Taehyung tries to answer him but has to come to the conclusion that Yoongi fucked his vocal chords raw. Thankfully he is a quick healer.

Yoongi pulls Taehyung to his feet, forehead falling against his’ and dirty hands cradling his equally as dirty face. Taehyung melts into the affection with closed eyes, breathing heavily.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Yoongi whispers, voice deep and raspy.

“You wanted my help”, Taehyung whispers as well, voice just as deep and raspy. 

“Yes, as in getting an antidote, not throat fucking my cock and fingering my ass.”

“This was the antidote, hyung. I’m your antidote.”

Yoongi bares his fangs, fighting against his instincts of dragging his long tongue up Taehyung’s face. Taehyung watches it, head pounding from the high he currently finds himself on. Who knew that enchanted Creator cum is so intoxicating. He hasn’t felt that high ever since the last blood orgie he had years ago. Taehyung is currently floating on cloud nine.

Yoongi suddenly groans and scrunches his face, touching roughening on Taehyung. 

“Not done?”

“No, urgh fuck. Fuck Tae, leave. I can’t promise your safety anymore.”

“I’m not leaving you like this.”

“Tae, I’m dangerous.”

“I know, I tasted it. It’s still in my stomach, feel it.” He presses Yoongi’s hand to his stomach, making him feel the sticky liquid move around. “I’m so bloated with your cum, hyung. I feel fucking high.” 

“Urgh Tae”, Yoongi growls, squeezing his head painfully. “Tae leave.”

Taehyung however shakes him off and pushes at his chest, giving himself enough space to rip off his ruined clothes. Yoongi moans at the view, blackened eyes staring at his exposed cock. It is huge and throbbing, leaking cum as if he was enchanted himself.

“I can’t leave like this. I can take it, hyung. I’m not as fragile as you all think me to be”, Taehyung says and turns around. He bends over the sink, reaching behind himself to spread open his ass and therefore reveal his willing hole to Yoongi.

Yoongi swears the view almost brings him to his knees so he could bury his tongue into the deepest depths of Taehyung’s insides. He fights the voices, twisting his own hair for it.

“No. No, I’ll hurt you.”

“I will heal. I can take it.”

“Taehyung, just leave.”

“Please hyung, you don’t have to be scared of yourself. We’re both monsters.” 

Yoongi meets Taehyung's exposed face in the reflection. They are both monsters. Taehyung is okay with it. 

He can’t hold back anymore. He growls and drops to his knees. He can’t take Taehyung unprepared. He is poisoned and not clear in the head, but his refusal to be a source of pain to his friend is stronger than any drug. He promised him to never cause him agony again and means it. He will still fuck his ass, don’t be mistaken, first he simply needs to give in to the voices in his head and stick his tongue into Taehyung’s hole. 

Because he is drooling like an animal, it is an easy task to fill him. He wastes no time holding back. He is a monster and Taehyung is the very last person who would want him to hide parts of himself. Yoongi knows how he treats Jungkook, how he gets off to his Ripper nature. He feels confident in letting himself go as well. He doesn’t even let go to such length when he is with you, mostly because your pussy has limits when it comes to depth. There are no limits to the depths of Taehyung’s ass and so Yoongi buries his long, slimy tongue deep inside his walls, moving it like a wiggling tentacle.

Taehyung, who up until now has never experienced such a sensation before, reacts accordingly. He screams, which he never does when he gets fucked. He writhes in fleeing, but has to realise that this only makes Yoongi’s tongue grow more to make up for the space created. Taehyung, who is greedy for a stuffing, moves back again, taking the new girthy inches. He still continues to scream, shaking out of control.

Yoongi growls, finding his satisfaction in the deepest creases of Taehyung’s tight insides. There is nothing better than filling out something so tight. It is so useless for vampires. Its once human purpose long gone. Yoongi is going to give it a new purpose today. He is going to reach parts no other person has ever reached before.

“Hyung please, ple-please”, Taehyung begs in fear, reaching for Yoongi’s hair. The latter simply growls and punishes him with a hard thrust of his tongue, fingers gripping his hand to instead press it to his own stomach. He picks up an angry pace with his tongue, forcing Taehyung to feel how his stomach gets filled with it.

Taehyung’s eyes cross and stay like this, his fangs grow, his own tongue drips drool. He can’t scream anymore. He can only squeak and try to breathe. He is no stranger to feeling his belly bulge, but this is something different. Something so carnal and sinful that even Taehyung feels as if he did something forbidden. But he is a sinner and sinners get off to the forbidden. Something about Yoongi’s saliva makes every inch it touches aware that it was being touched. Taehyung has never felt penetration so deep inside his guts before. It was also never that wet before, that wriggly and fast.

“You are making me climax”, Taehyung sobs, hoping that Yoongi would pull out and edge him. But there is no hope left for him. Yoongi makes him climax so deep inside that Taehyung actually sees black for a while. He screams his throat raw then begins begging to please be released of it. Yoongi growls and grants him the wish, pulling his tongue out. Taehyung cries, legs shaking and body convulsing. He feels every inch, feels how his wriggly thick tongue slips out of him. It is so quick and rough and never ending. By the very end of it, once his tip slips out, Taehyung actually collapses onto the sink in relief, standing on his tiptoes and flinching repeatedly as his gaped hole leaks Yoongi’s thick saliva. He can’t think straight. Taehyung has never felt this way before. His insides have never been cleaned so far up. He should want no more, but he does. Yoongi’s saliva is poisoning him in the most sinful of ways. He wants to be filled again.

Yoongi stands up, dragging his long tongue up Taehyung’s sweaty spine. He wraps it around his neck, using it to tug him up. Taehyung gurgles and sobs, burning eyes staring at their reflection. Yoongi’s true face is staring back at him, his red tongue is wrapped around Taehyung’s neck multiple times. Something in his eyes however is being kind to him, asking him if he could continue. Taehyung sobs miserably and reaches behind himself with trembling hands so he could align Yoongi’s cock with his hole. Yoongi growls, tongue tightening around his neck and eyes darkening. He takes his consent, finally sinking his huge cock into his hole. The face Taehyung pulls and the noise he makes is what Yoongi wanted. No pain, just relief. That is why he cursed him with his saliva, this face right here and now is the very reason for it.

He chases his depth instantly, turning Taehyung’s deep yelps to high pitched squeals. Yoongi answers him in animalistic growls and his huge hands bruising his trembling hips as he pulls him back onto his cock over and over and fucking over again. 

Taehyung tries to somehow make sense of it. He is on his tiptoes, standing only because Yoongi makes him. His nails hurt from clawing at the counter. His lower stomach aches too from getting it pounded into said counter over and over again. He drools and cries, unable to stop either of those reactions. 

Yoongi growls behind him and then Taehyung feels his cum shoot up his inside. It almost hurts in a way, forcing him to cramp up and bend forward with an agonised groan. 

Yoongi however pulls him back up, forcing him to make eye contact with his whorish reflection. 

“A-ah”, Taehyung lets out, convulsing on his cock. First his stomach is being filled to its bursting point and now his intestines are getting the same treatment. Taehyung swears he might actually leave this room feeling fucking impregnanted. 

“Are you doing okay?” Taehyung suddenly hears Yoongi’s voice in his head. His demonic mouth is unmoving, his tongue is still around his neck. Yoongi is actually using his compulsion to talk to Taehyung telepathically. His hips are fucking into him, moving as if he never orgasmed before. The cum makes it easier and a lot noisier.

Taehyung can only think his answer as well.

“It feels so good. It feels so good. It feels so good.” 

“That’s good. You’re taking me so well. Fuck, you’re such a good boy.” 

“You’re praising me?! Master please don’t stop, please, I’m so filled up. I love praise so much. Please Master, breed me till I carry your babies.” 

“You’ve got the sweetest thoughts, Tae. It’s a shame, they’re not mine constantly. Bet you’d be so fun to command around.” Yoongi taunts, giving him deep harsh thrusts. The kind which squirts cum out of his ass everywhere and which makes Taehyung go more and more cross eyed. “I’d make you do the sweetest tasks then. Make you take me like a good boy, tell you how to fucking moan for me.”

Did Jungkook talk to Yoongi? Did he tell him that Taehyung has a fetish for being controlled? Or is he that obvious that Yoongi picked up on it? No matter the answer, it makes Taehyung orgasm. Again. This orgasm feels familiar because it is done by a thick cock in his asshole, but it doesn’t feel any less magnificent because of that. On the contrary, Yoongi’s salvia made him so sensitive inside that Taehyung loses any kind of strength in his body, dropping like a limp doll. 

Yoongi lifts him and flips him in his arms. His tongue is inside his mouth again, having left purple marks all over Taehyung’s neck. Speaking of Taehyung. He is currently slacking and tangling in Yoongi’s strong arms, being held up under his bent legs as Yoongi bounces his body on his cock. His head is on his shoulder, his arms barely have strength to hug him.

“Breathe, I’m almost done, breathe”, Yoongi speaks, sounding clearer than before. 

Taehyung still can’t speak, thinking his words.

“I’m bursting please Master it hurts.”

“Hurts? Lilac?”

Taehyung shakes his head, twisting Yoongi’s hair. 

“I don’t want it to stop. I need more, please.” 

“I can provide, don’t you worry”, Yoongi assures him as he easily uses his body as a fleshlight. 

And Taehyung is in paradise. He is the second strongest in this coven. At least physical wise. He is always the second strongest and it will always stay this way even if he pretends to be weaker than others. Not anymore, not with Yoongi. He is finally, fucking finally, weaker than someone else. Yoongi never shows how much stronger he is than the rest of you, so Taehyung has almost forgotten how  superior in strength he actually is. He gets reminded with each bounce of his body, each stretch of his cock as he drills it deep inside his gaped hole. Yoongi is so strong and Taehyung is his limp sexdoll.

This is everything he ever wished for.

“Master, I have to cum.”

“I know Tae, I know. Me too. Just be patient, Master’s almost done”, Yoongi tells him, dropping Taehyung on his cock to the point his hole takes his balls as well. 

Taehyung sobs, squirming in his arms.

“I know, you’re so stuffed. You gotta feel it Tae, feel how I unload the last time.”

“Hyung, I’m cumming.” 

“No, you’re not.” 

Taehyung squeaks, lifting his head in shock. He lost control over his body. He wants to climax but can’t. Yoongi meets his scared eyes, cocking his brow up tauntingly.

“You think she is the only one who can control your orgasm? I’m the fucking master of control if only I wanted to.” 

Taehyung opens his mouth, making noises. They are unable to be described, but they both know that they are the most carnal noises he could ever make.

“Mhm, so pretty. Fuck, you’re making me cum”, Yoongi lulls. He broadens his stance and throws his head back, moaning loudly. This is going to be the last one. He finally feels it. This one is going to be explosive and messy, but it's going to be the last one. 

Taehyung takes it screaming, shaking in his arms in a desperate attempt to fight the compulsion. But he can’t. He is destined to have his intestines filled and feel Yoongi’s huge balls throb inside his hole. 

Taehyung buries his fangs in Yoongi’s shoulder not for blood but for help. He couldn’t possibly handle it any other way. He is so filled up with cum that he is scared to walk afterwards. He won’t be able to stroll through the forest that much is sure. He will have to lie on his side and hope that his body can digest it as quickly as possible.

“There we gooooo fuuuuuck”, Yoongi comes down with a guttural moan. 

“Please”, Taehyung sobs in a squeak.

Yoongi smirks, biting down on his lower lip sensually as his eyes race over his ruined features. 

“Please, I can’t do this anymore please.”

“Cum for me, doll.”

The compulsion drops, forcing Taehyung’s orgasm to hit him with such force he sees black again. Pleasure so ancient it feels as if god herself was making him climax fills him. He rips his mouth open, body falling back. Yoongi doesn’t struggle with holding it, neither with bouncing it on his cock for Taehyung’s pleasure.

“Shit your face….holy fuck those noises….you’re driving me insane. Keep squeezing my cock and balls, Tae. Good doll, good fucking doll”, Yoongi talks him through it, skin tingling where Taehyung releases on it.

“Li….lac”, Taehyung chokes out once the overstimulation hits. He never thought that he could be brought to the point of having to use his safeword, but Yoongi quite truly fucked him to the point of exhaustion. Taehyung has never felt that cured of The Horny before. Normally sex always leaves him craving more, but not right now. He needs off now.

“Good boy” Yoongi finishes instantly, lifting Taehyung off his cock. “Fuck, urgh fuck, finally. My balls were in agony in your tight hole. Take deep breaths, Tae. You did so well.” 

He stumbles weakly, sitting Taehyung on the counter and falling into his body in a hug. Taehyung cries quietly on Yoongi’s shoulder, feeling high and happy but also like a dirty disgusting slut. 

Now that the spell stopped, how will Yoongi react? They have never done such things before, they swore that they never would. Will he be angry at him now that he is clear headed? Will he send him away after making him feel shitty for what they did? 

“Are you okay?” 

Taehyung shakes and nods his head at the same time.

“Are you in pain? Do you need to throw up? I filled you with so much, I’m sorry.” 

“I’m okay”, he croaks.

“But?” 

“Please don’t be angry please.” 

“I’m not angry, just…I guess I’m embarrassed too.” 

Taehyung lifts his head, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. Well, as best as Yoongi allows him to now that he was clear headed and shy.

“What we just did. I never would have done this with you if I wasn’t enchanted. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be please. Not with me. I am the last person who would ever judge you for wanting sex.”

“That wasn’t sex. That was fucking rutting.”

They chuckle, ridding themselves of the worst embarrassment this way. 

“And it felt good. So good. Hyung, I’ve been on this earth almost nine centuries now and neve experienced such stimulation before.”

Yoongi smirks lopsidedly, reaching up to cradle Taehyung’s cheeks. He caresses his skin with his thumbs. 

“I guess being the strongest has to come with some surprises too. Did you like it mhm? You took my tongue like a fucking champ.” 

“Hyung I-”, Taehyung suddenly feels very vulnerable, burying his face in his own hands as he sobs.

“What’s the matter? Did you not like it?”

“I loved it so much, but I’m so shaken up. I do not know.”

Yoongi understands his feelings very well. He gets like this too sometimes when he submits. He gets embarrassed about how good he felt and then feels like crying. 

“Hey there, Tae. You’ve got no reason to feel embarrassed”, Yoongi speaks softly, picking him up in his arms to cradle him soothingly. Taehyung leaks onto the floor like this, writhing in embarrassment. “Relax doll, relax.”

Taehyung whimpers, growing limp in comfort. Yoongi carries him to the bathtub and turns the warm water on.

“How do you know me so well?” Taehyung asks in a ruined yet happy lull.

“I’ve been your friend for more than five hundred years now, Tae. You get drunk sometimes and tell me stuff.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you can’t remember the next day, but I know a great deal about you actually.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, I do. I know you like being controlled and to be dollified. I also know that it’s trauma which has manifested this way, but that you don’t think about these moments when you have sex this way. You’re an open book when you drink magic wine, Tae”, Yoongi sinks their bodies into warm bathwater. 

Taehyung gasps, squirming on Yoongi’s lap. 

“Sssh relax. Let me take care of you”, Yoongi soothes him in a gentle voice and with nurturing touches all over his body.

Taehyung melts, limps refusing to work as he sits on Yoongi’s safe lap and lets him clean him. 

“There we go. Relax, little doll, relax. It’ll make the cum bloat easier to bear too. Are you okay? Is it very painful?” 

“No, just feels like I ate too much.”

“You definitely did. Fuck, sorry for this. That’s what I get for trying to be helpful. She is going to kill me if she finds out I dropped it.” 

“She will ask what happened.”

“What are we gonna tell her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think about this.” 

“Alright. Let’s just relax for now.” Yoongi cradles the back of Taehyung’s head and tilts it to his lips for a loving kiss to his cheek. “My friend of centuries.” 

Taehyung whimpers, having to hug Yoongi as tightly as his weak arms allow him. He knew how loving his friend is. The healthy and happy relationship he has with both you and Jungkook are proof enough. Taehyung always knew that he was someone who makes people feel safe, but he never thought it would be to this extent.  

Taehyung feels so safe, so nurtured and healed, thinking such sweet things that Yoongi has to smile as he cleans him.

This won’t ever be talked about by either of them again. It will be as if it never happened. But for only a small moment in endless time, they are naked together sharing a bath after intense and fulfilling sex.

[0asisbliss]

Pretty pretty please with sugar on top, could we maybe perchance get some headcanons for the vampire phantom troupe biting reader for the first time?? Since doing all of them would be a lot maybe just Chrollo, Machi, Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shalnark please? Also just as a side question for future requests, do you consider Illumi and Hisoka part of the troupe?

A/N: Hiii anon! I do consider Illumi and hisoka a part of the troupe, but I don’t really write much for Hisoka. So his is less likely to be answered than others. Though you all are free to request him!

Other note: Also, the characters won’t automatically turn you when bitten.🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: Mentions if sex, oral, Shalnark is freak.

Chrollo:

Chrollo doesn't sneak nor does he just up and grab a hold of you a take a bite.

First of off all for Chrollo to bite someone he has to have strong feelings for such person for him to even consider biting them.

He really observes the way you act once he finally bites down on your skin.

Once he does it the first time he’ll continuously do it

It was already known that you were going to be turned into a vampire like him at some point.

The reason being Chrollo knows how fast a humans like can go by. He’s had continuous human lovers and has had his little cold heart broken plenty times.

The first time he bites you, oh he’s serious and he means business. Straight down. No soft nibbles, or licks just full teeth.

This doesn’t mean he loves you any less though.

He does patch up the wound, and cleans it as a little sorry if you are upset.

Pakunoda:

She’s sneaky with it definitely.

You’ll be all relaxed in the bathtub, and just lathered up in the finest smelling soaps, and chomp.

And the bite doesn’t even hurt as bad. I mean it’s so soft you just look at her, and then she looks at you with big puppy eyes almost like she’s apologizing.

You laugh it off, and she does too.

Over time she gets more and more comfortable with biting you.

But for the first time in forever she bites you for real it surprises you.

She finally drew blood. Once this happens and she gets a slightest taste of you be prepared to get bitten at least a couple times a day.

Though if she turns you then she’ll show you all of the places to get a yummy little snack.

Gives a little kiss on the marking afterwards.

Machi:

She’s shy.

She’s the only one in this list that’ll ask you before she starts to nibble.

You two would be eating dinner and she would randomly start mumbling about how nice it would be.

Then she finally asks, but it’s a mumble more than anything you barely hear her.

It when she goes quiet and say it again then she speaks about it.

I completely understand if you don’t want to-

Then you cut her off saying about how much you wanted her to do it anyway.

Also, she wouldn’t do it right away.

Once you two are cuddled up, or even when you’re sleeping is when she makes her move.

Machi is the only one that doesn’t plan on turning you, so she won’t actually go deep just a little nibble.

Shalnark:

He doesn’t even ask. He just does it.

He would be fucking your brains out and bite the shit out of you out of nowhere.

It’s not a slow bite but a big and sharp one.

He has the 5th sharpest teeth in the troupe. Chrollo being first, and Feitan being fourth.

He's mean about it too. Always teasing you about his markings.

No matter if they are big or small.

It's almost certain that he'll turn you, and when he does the biting doesn't stop there.

The biting further increases if anything, flooding your body with bruises also may occur when you're still in your human form.

He and Chrollo are the most passionate about turning you on this list.

While eating you, he might just bite you then. (He has a biting kink)

He'll lick where he bite you every time to gather every little flavor.

Feitan:

His bite is purposely harsh.

No warning, no context, just chomp.

He won't turn you within the couple weeks he's done it like the other have mainly because of the fact that he enjoys you being human.

Feitan is the only one in the Troupe that considers having you be a human way more than you being a vamp like him.

Humans bruise easily. Adorable. Humans make the cutest little expressions when seeing blood. Adorable. Humans make the prettiest little noises when hurt. Adorable.

His bite may also be fatal.

Feitan really has forgotten how fragile humans are, but he'll soon find out when you are bleeding from a wound and it doesn't stop.

And then he will have no choice but to turn you.

[ophelisstuff]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

• Dating Paige would include watching her film tiktok’s at midnight and every second of the day.

• Her constantly blowing your phone up with tiktok’s she’s sent, expecting you to watch them all.

• Wanting to do every couples trend on her fyp “Babe, have you seen this trend? We have to do this!”

• Paige making you wear her jersey to any game you attend so people know you’re hers.

• Her teammates making fun of her for how much she brings you up.

• Always bringing you into a conversation whenever she can “Well my girlfriend told me-”

• Hates to admit how clingy she is and absolutely hates being away from you when having to travel.

• Has the most sass and attitude “Girlll I ain’t the one” , “If it don’t happen by itself it won’t happen at all”

• Absolutely hates doing any sort of chore and will whine the whole time, might even fake an injury to get out of it.

• Whenever you two cuddle she talks about your future as she falls asleep.

• She would definitely try to annoy you intentionally, just for fun.

• Makes the most inappropriate jokes sometimes and laughs because she finds herself so funny.

• again, SO much sass. “Girl bye” or “Girl please”

• Would definitely try to get you to watch her favorite tv show and fall asleep on your chest.

• Wakes you up with waffle house occasionally and you two sit in bed and watch a movie while eating breakfast.

• Definitely goes through your reposts on tiktok and most certainly will confront you about them.

• Would be so dramatic over the smallest paper cut. She’d probably ask you to kiss it after putting a bandaid on it

• Everyone is aware of your relationship because of how much Paige brags about you to everyone she knows.

• She absolutely loves when you wear her hoodies, especially out in public.

• You’re definitely a passenger princess, Paige would even let you control the aux sometimes

• She always has you courtside at every basketball game of hers you attend.

authors note

requested by : @ilovedrewstarkey777

this was so fun to write !! Feel free to request anything else that comes to mind!

[robo-writing]

Actually here’s a different version of that hurricane shot request, you can choose either! the different Logan’s reaction to their crush giving them a hurricane shot!

This can be considered a part two to this previous ask sent in by the same anon! The premise is the same :)

Origins Logan

✦ Never heard of it

✦ Unsure how he feels about the slap. He knows he doesn’t hate it, but it’s an unfamiliar feeling.

✦ More than likely the introduction to a future pain kink.

“Not sure how I felt about that doll. Might have to gimme another one, just to make sure.”

DOFP Logan

✦ Oh he’s heard of it alright. He’s practically bending over to get slapped

✦ Makes his cheek nice and visible, leans in real close to make sure you don’t miss

✦ When he does get slapped there’s a smug grin on his face the entire time. Turns back to you and says you can hit him harder than that.

“No need to be shy, I can take it.”

70s Logan

✦ He’s never heard of this before, but he’s always up for new things

✦ He gets real pissed at the water, the slap shuts him up entirely

✦ Whatever rage he once felt turns into a predatory lust, looking down at you like you’re his next meal

✦ You wanna play dirty? Fine, he can match you.

“Hope you’ve had your fun baby, because I’m definitely about to have some fun of my own.”

Old Man Logan

✦ He’s too old to be playing these games.

✦ Grabs your hand and pulls it to his face and tells you in no uncertain terms that if you wanna throw him around a bit you don’t need an excuse, he can handle it

✦ Well aware of his masochistic tendencies at this point—His healing factor might be running out, but his pain tolerance isn’t.

“Come on, right here,” he says, pointing to his cheek. “Make it hurt doll, gimme something to work with.”

Worst Logan

✦ Forgets about the shot entirely the moment you hit him.

✦ Kind of stares at you in shock for a while, enamored

✦ Wants you to do it again, but this time while you’re riding him

“I can figure out a better way to put those hands to use.”

[the-winter-spider]

Willow | 1/2

Pairings: 1940sBucky x Agent!Reader, Bucky x agent!reader

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: Nothing really

A/N: This fic was inspired by @vibraniumqueen message sent to me!! Hope its sort of what you requested! I got carried away and now have to post this in 2 parts lol

Im not like the biggest fan of this buuuuut after writing over 15k words total for the whole fic i gotta post it lol ALSO i definitely did not edit this lmao oopsie

The door slid open, and in walked Nick Fury, his presence commanding the room as always. He didn’t bother with formalities; he never did.

“Agent,” Fury began, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got a mission. One that never happened, and one you’ll never speak of again.”

You nodded, your face impassive, though your mind was already racing. Missions like these were your specialty. You didn’t operate in the spotlight. You weren’t one of Fury’s public heroes or a celebrated Avenger. You were a shadow, a weapon honed in the dark, moving through the world unnoticed. A ghost.

Fury crossed the room, his trench coat brushing the floor as he moved. “We’ve identified a Nazi stronghold in 1941, deep in occupied Europe. They’re in possession of critical documents — plans and technology decades ahead of their time. We can’t let those files survive the war.”

You glanced at the map, your mind already calculating. “Time travel,” you said, your voice calm, though the weight of the mission began to settle on your shoulders.

Fury nodded. “You’ll be stationed as a nurse with the 107th Infantry. They’ll be arriving at a field camp near the stronghold in a few days. Your cover is simple: blend in, gain access to the target, retrieve the files, and get out. No deviations. No attachments.”

You resisted the urge to scoff. No attachments. That had been drilled into you since the beginning. You were trained to be invisible, to serve a mission and then disappear without a trace. Your past in the Red Room had taught you that much, and SHIELD had only refined it.

“I assume I’m working alone,” you said.

Fury’s expression didn’t change. “You always do.”

It was true. You were a ghost in every sense of the word. You’d spent your entire life operating on the fringes, never part of a team, never part of their world. You knew of the Avengers, of course—who didn’t? But they didn’t know you. You weren’t a part of their grand battles or their legendary victories.

Well, except for one. Natasha Romanoff. She’d been a fleeting presence in your life, a reminder of your shared origins in the Red Room. You’d trained in the same shadows, fought the same demons. But even then, you hadn’t truly known her. She’d been a specter of a different life, one that had moved on without you. While she got recruited there, Fury thought you were best suited in the shadows.

You refocused as Fury handed you a dossier. Inside were detailed maps, forged documents, and a small vial containing a glowing blue liquid. The device that would send you back in time.

“You know the drill,” Fury said, his tone as sharp as ever. “You’re not there to change history, only to secure our future. In and out. No one remembers you, and you don’t bring anything or anyone back.”

You nodded, flipping through the dossier. “And the 107th?”

“They don’t know who you are, and they never will. You’re a nurse. That’s it. But one name on that roster might ring a bell.” Fury tapped the folder, and you found it instantly. Barnes, James Buchanan.

The name didn’t spark recognition, but it did send a strange ripple through your thoughts. “Why him?” you asked.

Fury shrugged. “No reason. He’s just another soldier in the unit. But don’t let that distract you. This mission isn’t about making friends, and it damn sure isn’t about saving anyone who doesn’t need saving.”

You clenched your jaw. Fury’s words were a reminder of the line you couldn’t cross. You’d trained for this moment for years, honing your skills to perfection. You were designed to be unseen, unheard, and unfelt.

Fury’s voice snapped you back. “You’ve got your orders. Do your job, Agent. Leave no trace.”

You took the dossier and the vial, tucking them away with practiced efficiency. “Understood,” you said, your voice steady, devoid of hesitation. But as you turned to leave, the familiar mantra echoed in your mind: No attachments. No connections. You’re a ghost.

Later, when you finally opened the dossier, your eyes landed on a photograph. Barnes. The name was familiar, but it wasn’t until you stared at his face that something inside you stirred. A strange sense of recognition flickered in the back of your mind. You knew him—or at least, it felt like you did.

You flipped the page, your pulse quickening as more details came into view. And then, you saw it.

The Winter Soldier.

The words stared back at you, cold and unfeeling, but they sparked a storm of emotions you weren’t prepared for. You knew the name, of course. Everyone in this business did. The ghost story whispered in shadows, the assassin whose presence was felt long after he disappeared into the night. But what you didn’t know was the man behind it.

Your gaze drifted back to the photograph, and for a moment, everything else fell away. His eyes. Even through the grainy black-and-white image, they stood out—haunted, distant, yet somehow familiar. There was innocence there, a quiet humanity buried beneath the weight of the darkness he would come to bear.

You tightened your grip on the file, your knuckles whitening. Ghosts weren’t meant to feel, and yet here you were, shaken by a face from the past you couldn’t place but somehow couldn’t forget.

Flipping through the pages, you scanned his history—Brooklyn, 1941, the 107th Infantry. Your breath caught as more images filled the pages. Pictures of him before he became the Winter Soldier: laughing with other soldiers, standing beside a scrawny young man labeled Steve Rogers, of course you knew him as Captain America but no one would ever know you. Then, the darker photos followed. HYDRA. The experiments. The cold, dead stare of a man who had been stripped of everything.

The door to your quarters slid shut with a soft hiss, and for a moment, the silence was almost suffocating. You placed the dossier and the small vial of glowing blue liquid on the steel table in front of you. The mission parameters were clear, the risks higher than usual, but none of that was new. You’d done this before, moving through missions like a shadow, leaving no trace. Yet, something about this one felt… different. Heavier.

You sat down, the cold metal of the chair grounding you. Flicking open the dossier, you reviewed the details again, committing every piece of information to memory. Maps, personnel lists, cover identities. You’d be stationed as a nurse in a field hospital near the front lines. A perfect cover for blending in. Your forged papers were flawless, down to the tiniest detail.

Your name was different now. Your past erased, rewritten to fit the narrative of a 1940s nurse.

Ghosts didn’t get attached. Ghosts didn’t feel. You weren’t there to alter history or forge connections. Your mission was simple: retrieve the files, destroy them if necessary, and get out.

You pushed the dossier aside and picked up the vial, turning it over in your hands. The blue liquid shimmered faintly, a reminder of the power it held. Time travel was a delicate operation, one that required precision and absolute control. There was no room for error.

You placed the vial carefully into the injector and secured it around your wrist. The faint hum of the device powering up was the only sound in the room.

Your internal monologue began to surface, unbidden.

You weren’t supposed to be here, not in this timeline, not in their world. You’d been forged in the Red Room, molded into an instrument of precision and silence. SHIELD had found you, given you purpose beyond the shadows of your past, but you had never stepped into the light. You were designed to operate in the margins of history, invisible to the heroes who saved the world.

It hurt thinking of Natasha, her voice, her presence in the Red Room. She had been a beacon of strength. But she had walked away from that world, found a new family. You? You remained in the shadows, bound to missions that no one could know about, missions that didn’t exist on paper. You didn't exist on paper.

You stood and approached the small mirror on the wall. The face staring back at you was calm, unyielding. But behind your eyes, you could see the tension creeping in.

You’re not doing this for glory or recognition. You’re doing this because you’re the only one who can.

You reached for the pack of clothing and equipment laid out on the nearby table. The nurse’s uniform was meticulously crafted, down to the period-accurate buttons and insignia. As you slipped into the attire, you felt yourself becoming the role. The transformation was seamless, automatic, a ritual that pulled you deeper into the identity you were about to assume.

Finally, you secured the last piece: a silver locket around your neck. Inside was a tiny microchip, a piece of technology far beyond anything the 1940s could comprehend. It was your failsafe, your tether back to the present.

A soft chime from the injector reminded you it was time. You glanced around the room, taking in every detail, knowing this might be the last familiar sight you’d see for a while. Then, you pressed the button on your wrist.

The world around you began to shift, colors bleeding into one another as time folded in on itself. Your heart pounded, but your expression remained stoic. You’d trained for this, prepared for every contingency. You were ready.

As the light around you intensified, your final thought was simple, resolute: You are a ghost. Leave no trace.

And then, the world snapped into focus, and you were standing in a field hospital in 1941, the distant sound of artillery fire echoing through the air.

The mission had begun.

The salty breeze off the English Channel carried the smell of sea and steel, a sharp reminder of the battles waged across its waters. You stood at the edge of the field hospital camp, the makeshift tents and wooden crates around you blending into the mud-soaked earth. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows as the air grew cooler.

From where you were stationed, you could see the transport ship docking at the pier. Its hulking frame loomed against the gray sky, the gangplank lowering with a heavy groan. One by one, soldiers began to disembark, their boots clanging against the metal as they descended.

You were trained to observe, to analyze every detail without drawing attention to yourself. These men were exhausted, their faces grim and hardened by the horrors they had faced. Their uniforms were wrinkled and stained, helmets tilted at weary angles. They moved like a unit, but each step spoke of personal battles, of stories carried in silence.

You stayed rooted in place, your nurse’s uniform a perfect blend of authority and anonymity. A clipboard in your hand gave you an excuse to linger, but no one paid you much mind. This was war. You were just another face in the chaos.

Your eyes scanned the line of soldiers disembarking, cataloging them with practiced precision. You were supposed to be looking for weaknesses, details that might help you blend in more effectively. But then, your gaze landed on one man.

He walked with a quiet confidence, his posture upright despite the weight of fatigue. Dark hair peeked out from beneath his helmet, and his steel-blue eyes scanned the camp with a soldier’s wariness. His face was sharp, shadowed by stubble, but it was his expression that caught you—equal parts focused and distant, as if he were both here and somewhere far away.

James Buchanan Barnes.

You knew his name, knew his story—or at least, the parts that history would remember… the parts in the folder. But standing here now, seeing him in the flesh, was something else entirely. He wasn’t just a name in a dossier or a ghost from the past. He was real, and the weight of that realisation hit you like a wave.

I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night.

His arrival had stirred something deep within you, something you couldn’t explain.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way. Your mission was clear: stay invisible, complete the task, and leave. No deviations, no entanglements. But as you watched him, your chest tightened with an inexplicable pull. There was something about him, something magnetic.

Bucky paused near the base of the gangplank, helping another soldier with a crate of supplies. His voice was low, his words lost in the din of the camp, but the kindness in his gestures was unmistakable. He was a soldier, yes, but there was a warmth to him, a spark of humanity that hadn’t been extinguished by war.

You forced yourself to look away, focusing on the clipboard in your hand. Stay sharp. Stay focused. You couldn’t afford distractions, not here, not now.

And yet, your eyes betrayed you, flickering back to him as he moved through the camp, his presence impossible to ignore. You told yourself it was just curiosity, a natural reaction to seeing someone you’d only read about.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to wonder what it would be like to speak to him, to share even a fraction of the weight you carried. But the thought was fleeting, quickly buried beneath the weight of your training.

You are a ghost. Leave no trace.

The smell of antiseptic and damp canvas filled the air as you moved between the rows of cots in the makeshift medical tent. Their arrival—was what you’d been waiting for.

You were focused on checking supplies when a familiar commotion at the tent entrance caught your attention. A group of soldiers sauntered in, their uniforms caked in dirt and their faces shadowed with fatigue. Among them was a man who immediately stood out. His dark hair curled slightly at the ends, his blue eyes bright despite the grime smeared across his face. He carried himself with an easy confidence, even as he favoured one leg.

Your mission dossier hadn’t prepared you for the sheer presence of him.

As the soldiers dispersed to their assigned cots, he made a beeline for you. His limp was subtle but noticeable, and despite yourself, your training kicked in.

“Take a seat,” you said, your voice steady as you gestured to an empty cot. “I’ll take a look at that leg.”

Bucky flashed a crooked smile, his eyes sweeping over you with interest. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his voice smooth, tinged with the faintest Brooklyn accent. “And here I thought this camp was all bad news.”

You arched an eyebrow, setting down your clipboard. “Flattery won’t get you out of a medical exam, Sergeant Barnes.”

His grin widened as he sat down, wincing slightly. “So, you know my name. That’s a good start. What do I call you, Nurse…?”

You hesitated for half a second, then gave him your cover name. “Nurse Johnson.”

“Well, Nurse Johnson,” he said, leaning back on his hands, “if I’d known there were nurses like you out here, I’d have gotten shot a long time ago.”

You gave him a pointed look, crouching in front of him to roll up the tattered leg of his uniform. “Let’s try to avoid that, shall we?”

Bucky’s laugh was soft but genuine, his gaze never leaving your face. “You’re all business, huh?”

You pressed lightly on his shin, watching for a reaction. “Someone has to be. Looks like you’ve got a nasty sprain, but nothing’s broken.”

“Guess I’ll live to fight another day,” he said, wincing slightly as you adjusted his leg.

“Barely,” you muttered, grabbing a bandage from your kit. As you wrapped his leg, you could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his attention almost unnerving.

“So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, his tone playful but curious.

"Thats the line you're gonna go with?" The corners of your lips slightly turned as you tied off the bandage, sitting back on your heels. “Helping stubborn soldiers like you survive long enough to get home.”

Bucky chuckled, his head tilting slightly. “You got a smart mouth on you, Nurse Johnson. I like that.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms. “And you’ve got a sprained leg. Try not to make it worse.”

He grinned again, leaning forward slightly. “You know, if you’re ever looking for a dance partner when this war’s over, I’d be happy to oblige.”

Despite yourself, you felt a small smile tug at your lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You better. A guy like me doesn’t make that offer twice.”

Shaking your head, you gathered your supplies and turned to leave. “Try to stay out of trouble, Sergeant.”

“No promises,” he called after you, his voice warm and teasing. “But I’ll do my best if it means seeing you again.”

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back, finding him still watching you, his smile softer now. Your mission had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

The first few days at the field hospital were a blur of motion and noise. Soldiers came in with fresh wounds, some minor, others devastating. Your hands worked tirelessly, stitching cuts, setting broken bones, administering whatever pain relief was available. You moved through it all like a machine, your focus never wavering.

You’d trained for moments like this, where life and death were separated by a thread, but this mission wasn’t about saving lives—it was about staying hidden long enough to complete your objective. The files you needed were still buried somewhere in enemy hands, and every moment you spent here was one step closer to obtaining them.

Still, blending in was vital, and that meant interacting with the men around you. They were polite, for the most part, offering nods of gratitude when you patched them up. But one soldier in particular seemed to be making it his mission to capture your attention.

“Hey, Nurse,” a familiar voice called out one evening as you worked on organizing supplies. You turned to see Bucky Barnes leaning against the frame of the medical tent, a lopsided grin on his face. “Got a minute?”

You raised an eyebrow, but kept your expression neutral. “That depends. Are you here because you need actual medical attention, or are you just bored?”

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Bit of both, maybe.”

You sighed, setting down the bandages you were sorting. “Let me guess—another soldier got into a scuffle and you decided to play referee?”

Bucky stepped closer, his helmet tucked under his arm. “Something like that. You know how it is. Boys will be boys.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and despite yourself, you felt a flicker of amusement.

You crossed your arms, feigning exasperation. “Well, if you’re not bleeding, you’re wasting my time, Sergeant.”

“Ah, but see, you didn’t check.” He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Maybe I’ve got a battle wound you missed.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the small smile threatening to break through. “If you’re trying to flirt, you’ll have to do better than that.”

“Flirt? Me?” Bucky placed a hand over his heart, mock-offended. “I’m just trying to keep morale up. Can’t have our best nurse getting all serious on us.”

“Best nurse?” You arched an eyebrow. “You’ve known me for all of three days, Barnes.”

“Three days is all I need,” he said smoothly, his voice dropping just enough to send a small shiver down your spine. “I’ve got a good eye for people.”

You turned back to your supplies, determined to maintain your composure. “Well, maybe you should use that good eye to look out for your men instead of distracting me.”

Bucky chuckled again, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “I do that too. Multitasking, you know?”

You shot him a pointed look, but before you could respond, another soldier poked his head into the tent, interrupting the moment. “Sarge, we’ve got a situation by the south perimeter.”

Bucky’s demeanour shifted instantly, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by sharp focus. He gave you a quick nod, then turned to follow the soldier out.

“Don’t work too hard, doll,” he called over his shoulder as he left. “Wouldn’t want you wearing yourself out.”

You shook your head, finally letting out a small laugh once he was gone. Bucky Barnes was trouble, that much was clear. He was charming, confident, and far too good at making you forget the rules you were supposed to live by.

But he was also a soldier, just like the rest of them. And you were here for a mission, not for him.

Stay focused, you reminded yourself, though it was getting harder with every interaction.

The next few days followed a similar pattern. Bucky found every opportunity to stop by the medical tent, whether it was to check on his men or to toss a teasing remark your way. He seemed determined to pull you out of your shell, to coax a smile or a laugh from you no matter how busy or serious the day became.

One afternoon, as you were tending to a soldier with a shrapnel wound, Bucky appeared again, his presence filling the tent like sunlight cutting through a storm.

“Thought you might need some help,” he said, leaning casually against a supply crate.

You didn’t even look up. “Unless you’ve suddenly become a medic, I think I’m good.”

“Hey, I’m a fast learner,” he quipped, stepping closer. “Show me what to do, and I’ll be the best assistant you’ve ever had.”

You finally glanced up at him, your expression skeptical. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.” He grinned, unflinching. “C’mon, Nurse. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You sighed, gesturing toward the supplies. “Fine. Hand me the gauze.”

Bucky’s grin widened as he moved to your side, and for the next few minutes, he actually did as he was told, passing you tools and supplies with surprising care. But of course, it didn’t take long for him to start talking again.

“So,” he began, his tone light, “you always this serious, or is it just an act?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Maybe I’m trying to keep certain soldiers in line.”

“Ah, so I’m a bad influence,” he teased, leaning a little closer. “Good to know.”

You gave him a sidelong glance, trying not to let his proximity affect you. “You’re definitely something.”

The playful banter continued, but beneath it all, you felt the weight of unspoken truths. Every moment with Bucky was a reminder of what you couldn’t have, of the life you were just passing through. But for now, in the fleeting quiet of the field hospital, you allowed yourself to enjoy his presence.

Just for a little while.

The sun was setting, painting the horizon in hues of gold and crimson. The camp had grown quieter, the hum of daily activity fading as the soldiers took what little rest they could before nightfall. You were sitting on a wooden crate just outside the medical tent, enjoying a rare moment of stillness. A cup of lukewarm coffee sat in your hands, its warmth a small comfort against the cool evening air.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence, and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky’s voice was softer than usual, lacking its usual teasing edge.

You glanced at him, your heart giving a small, inexplicable flutter. “It’s a free camp,” you said, gesturing to the crate beside you.

Bucky sat down with a tired sigh, his helmet resting on his lap. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet settling comfortably between you. He looked different in the fading light—less like the cocky sergeant who flirted with you during the day and more like the weary soldier you knew he was. His eyes were distant, reflecting the weight of battles fought and losses endured.

“You don’t talk much about yourself,” he said after a while, his voice thoughtful. “Most of the nurses here, they talk about home, family. You… you’re a mystery.”

You kept your gaze on the horizon, your grip tightening slightly on the cup. “Maybe I just don’t have much to tell.”

“Everyone’s got a story,” he countered, glancing at you. “Even ghosts.”

Your heart skipped at the word, but you kept your expression neutral. “Ghosts don’t have stories. They just… exist.”

Bucky frowned, leaning forward slightly. “Is that what you think you are? A ghost?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his insight. He was perceptive, more than you’d expected. Finally, you spoke, your voice low. “I’ve spent a long time learning how to disappear. It’s easier that way.”

Bucky studied you for a moment, his gaze softening. “Easier, maybe. But doesn’t it get lonely?”

You swallowed hard. “Loneliness is part of the job.”

He shook his head, his expression gentle but firm. “Doesn’t have to be.”

You turned to look at him then, your eyes meeting his. There was no teasing now, no flirtation. Just quiet sincerity. It made your chest ache in a way you hadn’t expected.

“I don’t really have anyone to talk about,” you admitted after a moment. “No family, not that I remember. My parents… I don’t even know their names.”

Bucky’s expression shifted, his eyes filled with empathy. “Were you… a orphan?”

You hesitated, the term feeling both accurate and not. “Something like that. I was raised by people who didn’t care about who I was, only what I could do for them.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than you’d intended, but Bucky didn’t shy away from them. His gaze softened further, and he nodded slowly. “That’s a hell of a way to grow up,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

You shrugged, trying to deflect the weight of the conversation. “It made me good at what I do.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, his voice tinged with something that sounded like regret. “But it doesn’t mean you deserved it.”

You looked away, unsure how to respond. Empathy wasn’t something you were used to, especially not from someone like him—someone who seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, even in the middle of a war.

After a long pause, Bucky spoke again, his voice softer this time. “You remind me of someone.”

You glanced at him, curious. “Who?”

“Steve,” he said with a small, fond smile. “He didn’t have much either. His mom passed not too long ago, and his dad when we were kids. But it's always been just him one way or another just fighting to survive in Brooklyn. Always getting picked on because he’s small, but he never gave up. He had this stubborn streak, always standing up for people, even when it got him into trouble.”

Steve Rogers. Captain America. You knew his story, but hearing Bucky talk about him like this—like he was just Steve, not a legend, because to this Bucky he wasn’t one yet—it painted a different picture.

“Must’ve been tough,” you said softly.

Bucky nodded. “It was. But he never let it break him. That’s just who he is.” He paused, his smile growing a little. “He can't throw a rock without wheezing but he never let that and will never let that stop him.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, the warmth in Bucky’s voice cutting through the weight of the conversation.

“He’s lucky to have you,” you said.

Bucky looked at you, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. “I’m lucky to have him too. He’s always been there, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

The vulnerability in his words mirrored your own, and for a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the weight of your shared pasts hanging between you.

Bucky reached out then, his hand brushing against yours. “You’re not as invisible as you think,” he said softly. “Not to me…I see you Nurse, and the view is amazing”

The camp was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that preceded something terrible. The usual hum of activity had slowed, and even the soldiers seemed more on edge. You felt it too—the tension in the air, the weight of something approaching.

You were in the medical tent, organising supplies when the call came.

“Enemy movement spotted near the south perimeter!” a soldier shouted as he rushed past. “They’re coming!”

Your heart dropped. You knew this moment was inevitable. The enemy had been closing in for days, and now they were here. But it wasn’t just the impending battle that had your stomach in knots. It was the mission—the files.

You quickly grabbed your hidden satchel from beneath your cot. Inside were the tools you’d need to breach the Nazi stronghold, which was now dangerously close to enemy lines. You’d been waiting for this opportunity, but it was coming at the worst possible time. The camp was about to become a battlefield, and every second counted.

Before you could slip away, Bucky stormed into the tent, his rifle slung over his shoulder, his face set in a grim expression.

“There you are,” he said, his eyes scanning you quickly, as if ensuring you were unharmed. “They’ve called all hands. It’s gonna get rough out there.”

“I know,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

He frowned, stepping closer. “You okay?”

You nodded, avoiding his gaze as you tightened the straps on your satchel. “I’ll be fine.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion growing. “What’s in the bag?”

You froze for a split second, but it was enough for him to notice.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice low but firm. “What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I can’t explain right now. I just… I have to go.”

His jaw tightened. “Go? Where? The perimeter’s crawling with enemy troops, and you’re talking about running off?”

You stepped past him, but he grabbed your arm, his grip firm but not harsh. “Talk to me,” he pleaded. “You’ve been keeping secrets since the day you got here. Please, dont do this….What’s really going on?”

You hesitated, the weight of your mission crashing down on you. Bucky wasn’t supposed to know. No one was. But in this moment, with his piercing gaze locked onto yours, you realized you couldn’t just walk away without saying something.

“I’m not who you think I am,” you said quietly. “I’m not just a nurse. I’m here on a mission.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed “A mission?” confusion and concern mixing in his expression. “What kind of mission?”

You glanced around, ensuring no one else was within earshot. “I can’t tell you everything. But there’s something I need to retrieve from the enemy. It’s vital.”

His grip on your arm tightened slightly. “You’re planning to go out there alone?”

“I have to,” you said, your voice firm. “This is what I was sent here to do.”

Bucky shook his head, his frustration evident. “You’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you even have backup?”

“No,” you admitted. “This mission is off the books.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he exhaled sharply. “That’s insane. You can’t go out there alone.”

“I’ve done it before,” you said, trying to reassure him. “I’ll be fine.”

But Bucky wasn’t convinced. “Not this time,” he said, his voice resolute. “I’m coming with you.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped you. He wasn’t going to let you go alone.

“Bucky—”

“No,” he interrupted. “You don’t get to push me away now. If this is as important as you say it is, then you’re gonna need someone watching your back.”

You hesitated, torn between the mission and the growing connection you felt with him. Bringing Bucky along wasn’t part of the plan, but the truth was, you knew he was right. The enemy would be everywhere, and the odds of surviving alone were slim.

“Fine,” you said finally. “But you follow my lead. No questions.”

He gave you a small, determined nod. “Deal.”

Together, you slipped out of the tent and into the night, the distant sound of gunfire growing louder with each step. The mission was about to reach its breaking point, and so was your fragile trust in Bucky.

But there was no turning back now.

The camp was already descending into chaos by the time you and Bucky slipped through the south perimeter. Gunfire echoed in the distance, mingling with the shouts of soldiers and the thunderous roar of artillery. The enemy was closing in fast, and every second felt like borrowed time.

You led the way, keeping low as you navigated the uneven terrain. Bucky followed close behind, his rifle at the ready, his eyes scanning for threats. The weight of your satchel bounced against your side, a constant reminder of the mission’s stakes.

“Where exactly are we going?” Bucky asked in a hushed voice as you reached a narrow trail leading toward the enemy-occupied forest.

“There’s a stronghold about a mile from here,” you replied, keeping your voice low. “That’s where they’re keeping the files.”

He gave you a skeptical look but didn’t press further. “And how do you know this?”

You hesitated. “Let’s just say I have access to intel most people don’t.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Fine. I’ll trust you.”

The tension between you was palpable, but there was no time to unpack it. You pressed on, the shadows of the trees swallowing you both as you moved deeper into enemy territory.

The stronghold loomed ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky. It was an old stone fortress, fortified with barbed wire and patrolled by armed guards. You and Bucky crouched behind a cluster of bushes, observing the layout.

“Two guards at the main entrance,” Bucky whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “And a patrol circling every few minutes.”

You nodded, scanning the area. “There’s a side entrance near the east wall. It’s less guarded, but we’ll have to time it perfectly.”

Bucky smirked slightly. “You’ve done this before.”

“More times than I care to admit,” you replied, keeping your eyes on the patrols. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Together, you moved swiftly and silently, sticking to the shadows. When the patrol passed, you darted toward the east wall, Bucky covering your six. The side entrance was a narrow metal door, rusted and worn. You pulled a small device from your satchel, a compact tool designed to pick even the most secure locks. Within seconds, the door clicked open.

“Impressive,” Bucky murmured as you slipped inside.

You gave him a quick look. “Focus.”

Inside, the stronghold was cold and dimly lit, the corridors eerily quiet. You navigated the labyrinthine hallways with precision, your memory of the layout guiding you. Bucky stayed close, his rifle raised and ready.

Finally, you reached a secured room at the end of a long hallway. A heavy steel door stood between you and your objective.

“This is it,” you whispered, pulling out another device from your satchel. It was a miniature explosive, designed to breach the door without causing a large-scale alert.

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly. “You really came prepared.”

“Like I said,” you replied, placing the explosive, “I’ve done this before.”

The device beeped softly as you set the timer. “Stand back.”

The explosion was quick and precise, the door blasting inward with minimal noise. You and Bucky rushed inside, your eyes immediately scanning the room. It was filled with filing cabinets and stacks of documents, the enemy’s plans meticulously organized.

You went to work, quickly locating the files you needed. As you stuffed them into your satchel, Bucky kept watch by the door.

“So this is what all the secrecy was about?” he asked, his voice low but tense.

“These files could change everything,” you said, your hands moving quickly. “If they fall into the wrong hands, it could shift the balance of power for decades.”

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. “Then we make sure they don’t.”

Just as you secured the last of the files, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Time to go,” Bucky said, his grip tightening on his rifle.

You nodded, and together you slipped out of the room, moving quickly and quietly through the stronghold. But as you reached the exit, the footsteps grew louder, closer. The guards were on high alert now.

“We’re not gonna make it out the way we came,” Bucky muttered, his eyes scanning for another escape route.

You pointed to a nearby staircase. “There’s a secondary exit through the upper level. It leads to the roof.”

Bucky nodded, and the two of you raced up the stairs, your boots barely making a sound on the worn stone steps. At the top, you found the door to the roof. It was locked, but Bucky didn’t hesitate. He slammed his shoulder into it, forcing it open with a grunt.

The night air hit you like a wall as you stepped onto the roof. Below, the camp was in chaos, enemy soldiers scrambling in response to the breach.

“There,” Bucky said, pointing to a nearby tree line. “We jump, head for cover.”

You hesitated, the drop from the roof to the ground far from ideal. But there was no time to argue. With a nod, you followed Bucky as he leapt, landing with a roll in the soft dirt below. You hit the ground a moment later, pain shooting through your legs as you landed hard but kept moving.

Together, you sprinted toward the trees, gunfire erupting behind you. Bullets whizzed past, but you didn’t stop, adrenaline driving you forward. Finally, you reached the cover of the forest, the sounds of pursuit growing fainter.

Once you were safely concealed among the trees, you collapsed against a trunk, your breath coming in heavy gasps. Bucky crouched beside you, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of pursuit.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, clutching the satchel tightly. “Mission accomplished.”

Bucky gave a small, breathless laugh. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You met his gaze, the tension of the moment fading slightly as his familiar smirk returned. “So are you, Sergeant.”

Despite the danger, despite everything, you felt a flicker of warmth between you. The mission had tested both your resolve and your connection, but you’d made it out together. And somehow, that made all the difference.

The firelight flickered across the camp, casting long shadows as the remnants of the battle settled into an uneasy calm. You and Bucky sat on the edge of the forest, just beyond the perimeter, hidden from sight. The distant sound of gunfire and shouting had finally faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the night.

The stolen Nazi files were secure in your satchel, now buried beneath layers of medical supplies. You’d succeeded in your mission, but the cost weighed heavily on your shoulders.

Bucky sat beside you, silent for a long time. His rifle was propped against a tree, his hands resting on his knees. The tension between you had shifted—no longer marked by suspicion but by a shared understanding.

“You really weren’t kidding about being a ghost,” he said eventually, his voice low and thoughtful.

You glanced at him, the flickering firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. “I told you it was important.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. But you didn’t tell me everything.”

You looked away, the weight of his words settling over you. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?” His voice was soft, but there was an edge of frustration. “Because you didn’t trust me?”

“It’s not about trust,” you said quietly, your fingers tightening around the satchel. “It’s about the mission. It’s about keeping things safe.”

Bucky frowned, his gaze searching your face. “Safe from what?”

You hesitated, carefully choosing your words. “From things that could change everything if they’re not handled right.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the soldier in him catching on to the weight behind your statement. “Sounds like more than just some stolen files.”

“It is,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky was silent for a moment, processing your words. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with awe and concern. “And you’ve been doing this alone?”

“It’s what I was trained for,” you said, your tone matter-of-fact. “No attachments, no distractions. Just the mission.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “That’s no way to live.”

You looked at him, surprised by the intensity in his voice. “It’s the only way I know.”

He shook his head, his expression softening. “You’re more than just a mission, you know. You’ve got a life, a soul. You can’t keep shutting people out.”

Your chest tightened at his words. For so long, you’d lived in the shadows, carrying the burden of your missions alone. But now, sitting here with Bucky, you felt the cracks in your armor growing wider.

“I’m not supposed to get attached,” you said quietly. “It makes things complicated.”

Bucky gave a small, rueful smile. “Too late for that….”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You felt a surge of emotion, a mix of fear and longing. You’d spent years building walls, but Bucky Barnes was breaking through them with every shared glance, every quiet moment.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky’s hand stayed on yours, steady and grounding. His touch was gentle, but there was strength behind it, a quiet reassurance that you weren’t used to.

“You don’t have to do it alone. I’m here, you know?” his voice soft but resolute. “I’m in this.”

You looked down at your joined hands, the firelight reflecting off his metal fingers. It felt like he was holding more than just your hand—like he was holding the weight of everything you’d been carrying for so long.

“I’ve never had this before,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t know what it’s like to lean on someone, to let someone in.”

Bucky’s thumb traced small, soothing circles on the back of your hand. “It’s not easy,” he admitted. “But it’s worth it. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, the vulnerability of the moment making your chest ache. “What if I’m not good at it? What if I mess this up?”

Bucky leaned closer, his voice low and steady. “You won’t. And even if you stumble, I’ll be right here. We’ll figure it out together.”

His words broke through the last of your defenses, and a tear slipped down your cheek. Bucky’s other hand came up, his thumb gently wiping it away. His touch was so tender, it made your heart ache even more.

“You’ve been through so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of his words settling over you. “Bucky…”

He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours. “You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered. “Just let me be here for you.”

The two of you sat there in silence, the fire crackling softly in the background. The world outside the camp seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his presence and the quiet comfort of the moment.

After a while, you finally spoke, your voice barely audible. “You’ve made me feel something I didn’t think I could feel.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “What’s that?”

“Hope,” you said, the word feeling both fragile and powerful.

His lips curved into a soft, bittersweet smile. “Then we’ve got something to hold on to.”

Without thinking, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It was soft and tentative, a promise of something deeper. When you pulled back, his eyes were shining, and you could see the depth of his feelings mirrored in them.

“We’ll figure this out,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “One step at a time.”

You nodded, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through. “Together.”

Bucky squeezed your hand, his warmth chasing away the chill of the night. “Together,” he echoed.

And in that moment, with the firelight flickering around you and the weight of your shared pasts slowly lifting, you believed him.

In the days following the mission, the dynamic between you and Bucky began to change. There was a newfound understanding between you, a quiet bond forged in the heat of battle and the weight of shared secrets.

Bucky became more protective, often finding excuses to check in on you, whether it was during your rounds at the medical tent or when you were working alone. His teasing remarks were still there, but they were softer now, laced with genuine care.

You found yourself leaning on him more, allowing him into the parts of your life you’d always kept hidden. And despite the danger, despite the mission’s stakes, you had the files you could go back now and have exiled beating your initial time, but you stayed you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, you’d found something worth holding onto.

But in the back of your mind, you knew the clock was ticking. The mission was complete, and soon, you’d have to leave this time, this world—and Bucky—behind.

The glow of the fire illuminated the night, the crackle the only sound cutting through. Most of the camp had settled in for the evening, but you and Bucky remained near the fire, sitting side by side on a fallen log. The warm glow danced across his face, softening the sharp angles and making his eyes shimmer like the stars above.

Bucky leaned back slightly, resting his arm along the log behind you. “So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked with a playful smirk, his voice low and smooth.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Really? That’s the line you’re going with….again?”

He grinned, his teeth catching the firelight. “What can I say? I’m trying to impress the mysterious nurse who keeps patching me up .”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to get on my good side.”

“Is it working?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.

You glanced at him, your heart skipping a beat. “Maybe.”

Bucky’s grin softened into something more sincere. His gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the weight of the war, the mission, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, suspended in this fleeting moment of peace.

He reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured.

You felt your breath catch, your pulse quickening. “Bucky…”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re strong, smart, brave… and you’ve got this way of making me forget everything else, even when the world’s falling apart.”

His words broke through the walls you’d spent years building. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, and he met you halfway. His lips were warm and soft against yours, the kiss tender but filled with a quiet intensity. Time seemed to stop as the world melted away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady beat of his heart.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes were wet with tears. Bucky frowned, his thumb gently brushing your cheek.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, struggling to find the words. “I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

Bucky’s expression softened, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your cheeks. “Then let me show you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his own tears on his waterline threatening to spill. “Stay. Please stay, for me.”

Your heart shattered at his plea. The sincerity in his eyes, the quiet desperation in his voice—it was almost too much to bear. But you couldn’t. Not when you knew the mission, the weight of your responsibilities, and the secrets you carried. You’d always been a ghost, moving through life without leaving traces behind. How could you let yourself stay, knowing the danger you brought with you?

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed, his hands dropping slightly. “Why not? What’s stopping you?”

You looked away, tears streaming down your face. “Because… I don’t get to have this,” you said quietly. “People like me… we don’t get happy endings.”

Bucky stared at you, his jaw tightening. “That’s bullshit,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “You deserve this just as much as anyone else.”

You shook your head, your hands trembling. “You don’t understand—if I stay, things could fall apart. I’m not meant to… to put down roots. To belong.”

Bucky reached for your hand, holding it tightly. “If that’s what you’ve been told, they’re wrong. You don’t have to carry all of this alone. Whatever’s weighing on you… let me help.”

You squeezed his hand, your tears falling freely now. “I wish I could. But this isn’t goodbye, Bucky. Not really.”

His grip tightened, his eyes filled with pain. “How do you know?”

You gave him a shaky smile, your heart aching. “Because feeling this… it’s the kind of thing that changes everything. No matter where life takes us, I’ll find you again. I promise.”

Bucky pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could keep you from slipping away. His breath was warm against your hair, and for a moment, you let yourself believe in the impossible. In a different world, maybe you could stay. Maybe you could let yourself love him the way you wanted to.

But for now, you clung to him, memorising the feel of his embrace, the sound of his heartbeat. This wasn’t the end. You wouldn’t let it be.

The fire burned low, its warmth fading, but neither of you moved. Instead, you lay back together on a blanket you’d pulled from the medical tent. The stars stretched endlessly above, their light soft and comforting.

Bucky shifted, his arm wrapping protectively around you as you rested your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding you in the moment. He let out a soft sigh, his voice breaking the silence.

“When I was a kid, Steve and I used to sneak up onto the roof of our building,” he said quietly. “We’d lie there, looking at the stars, talking about all the things we were gonna do someday.”

You smiled faintly, imagining a pre-serum Steve beside him, small but full of fight. “What did you talk about?”

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and fond. “Steve always had big dreams. He wanted to do something that mattered. Join the army, help people, change the world.” He paused, his voice softening. “Didn’t care that he was too small, too sick. He just wanted to be better, to do better.”

You closed your eyes, the image of Steve Rogers—Captain America—so different now. But to Bucky, he was still that skinny kid with more heart than anyone.

“And what about you?” you asked gently.

Bucky hesitated, his hand absently tracing small circles on your shoulder. “Me? I just wanted to keep him safe. Steve’s always been the brave one. I just… I wanted to make sure he didn’t get himself killed chasing those dreams.”

His words were filled with so much quiet love, it made your heart ache. You lifted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “You’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”

Bucky smiled, his hand brushing over your hair. “Maybe. But I think you’re the brave one here.”

You rested your head against his chest again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “We both are.”

The silence stretched once more, comfortable and grounding. The crackle of the fire and the distant sounds of the camp blended with the soft rustle of the trees.

Bucky’s voice broke the stillness. “Did you have someone like that?” he asked, his tone thoughtful. “A sibling? A close friend?”

You paused, your mind drifting back. “I didn’t have siblings,” you said slowly. “But I had a friend. Her name’s Natasha.” You smiled softly at the memory, though a hint of sadness crept into your voice. “She was like a sister to me. Strong, stubborn, always looking out for me.”

Bucky’s eyes softened. “She sounds like someone you could count on.”

“She was,” you said, your voice tinged with regret. “We went through a lot together, but… I haven’t seen her in years.”

He squeezed your shoulder gently. “Think you’ll see her again?”

You stared up at the stars, your heart heavy with longing. “I hope so. But with the way things are… who knows?”

Bucky nodded, his thumb brushing over your arm in a soothing motion. “If she’s anything like you, she’s still out there, fighting her own battles. And when the time’s right, you’ll find your way back to each other.”

You swallowed hard, his words offering a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. “I hope you’re right.”

The two of you fell into silence again, but it wasn’t empty. The weight of your shared stories, your losses and hopes, filled the space between you.

As the night deepened, you knew this moment wouldn’t last forever. But for now, you let yourself have it, holding onto Bucky like he was your anchor in a storm you couldn’t escape. Beneath the stars, in the quiet of the night, the war and the mission felt distant, like a different world entirely.

You stood near the edge of the camp, the glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the field. The soldiers of the 107th were regrouping, preparing to move out. You spotted Bucky in the distance, his silhouette unmistakable as he spoke with his men. His voice was calm, commanding, but you could see the tension in his posture. He was ready for the next fight, even if his heart wasn’t.

And so were you.

You adjusted the strap of your satchel, your fingers brushing over the hidden compartment containing the files. This would be your last night here. By dawn, you’d be gone, pulled back to the time you belonged. Everything you’d built here—every connection, every moment—would be left behind.

But Bucky.

He made his way toward you, each step heavy with the knowledge of what was about to happen. When he stopped in front of you, the space between you felt impossibly small yet vast, like an ocean you were both struggling to cross.

“You’re leaving,” he said, his voice low, not a question but a statement, tinged with quiet resignation.

You nodded, your throat tight. “I have to.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with emotions he wasn’t voicing. He looked down for a moment, then slowly reached up, pulling something from around his neck. His dog tags caught the fading light as they dangled from his fingers, the metal clinking softly.

He held them out to you, his hand steady even as his voice wavered. “Take these.”

You stared at the tags, your heart twisting. “Bucky, I can’t—”

“Please,” he interrupted, his gaze locking onto yours. “I want you to have them, please”

You hesitated, the weight of the moment settling over you. These weren’t just tags. They were a piece of him, a symbol of his identity, of the man he was here and now. Taking them felt like crossing a line you weren’t sure you could bear.

But when you looked into his eyes, the quiet plea there shattered any resistance you had. Slowly, you reached out and took the tags, the cool metal pressing into your palm. Your fingers curled around them tightly, as if holding onto them would somehow keep him closer.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bucky gave a small, sad smile, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he let it fall. “Just… promise me you won’t forget.”

Your chest tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “I couldn’t if I tried.”

The silence stretched between you, filled with everything you couldn’t say. You wanted to tell him how much he meant to you, how this short time together had changed something inside you. But the words stuck in your throat, buried under the weight of your mission and the future you knew awaited him.

Bucky reached up, gently cupping your face with one hand, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You’ve been trained to disappear,” he said softly, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “But not from me.”

You choked back a sob, your hands gripping the dog tags like a lifeline. “I’ve never had this before,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I don’t know how to say goodbye.”

His hand slipped down, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Then don’t,” he whispered, begging one last time. “Stay. Please. Stay for me.”

Your heart broke at his words, the sincerity in his voice cutting through every defense you had left. But you knew you couldn’t. Staying here would risk everything—the mission, the future, his life.

“I can’t,” you said, your voice cracking. “I wish I could, but you know I can’t.”

Bucky’s grip tightened on your hand, his eyes searching yours for something, anything to hold onto. “Why?” he asked, his voice raw. “Why does it have to be like this?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Because this isn’t my time, this isn’t our time” you said quietly.

Bucky’s eyes glistened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, to beg you to stay again. But instead, he nodded slowly, his hand lingering on yours for a heartbeat longer.

“Then I’ll wait,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “No matter how long it takes.”

Tears streamed down your face as you gave him a shaky smile. “You won’t have to wait forever.”

With one last, lingering glance, Bucky leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his lips, the steady presence of his touch, imprinted itself in your memory, a moment you knew you’d carry with you for the rest of your life.

When he pulled back, he let his hand fall, his eyes never leaving yours. “Take care of yourself doll,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

“You too,” you whispered, clutching the dog tags close to your heart.

And then, with every ounce of strength you had left, you turned and walked away. You didn’t look back, knowing that if you did, you might never be able to leave. But with every step, the weight of his dog tags in your hand was a promise—a tether that would guide you back to him.

I could feel you sneaking in, As if you were a mythical thing