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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Well Directed.

Written for a very lovely, very patient anonymous commisioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Arlecchino x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Intimidation, Biting/Blood, Unhealthy Relationships, and Slight Dehumanization.

Arlecchino greeted you the way she always did – through touch.

Despite everything, you had to admit Arlecchino’s ability to dampen her footsteps, to muffle her breathing, to somehow disguise the weight of her state and heat of her unnaturally warm body and the very fact of her own existence was undeniably impressive – even more so when she managed to hide herself from someone like you, someone so preoccupied with knowing the exact position of every actor as soon as they stepped onto your stage. Your first hint that she was coming to see you was the feeling of her talons on the dip of your shoulder, drifting upward to the curve of your neck, then the sight of her reflection in the mirror of your vanity, appearing as if she’d always been there, as if your eyes hadn’t been fixed to the door of your dressing room since locked yourself behind it, content to spend your intermission in peaceful seclusion. You’d planned to use what little free time you had to clear your head and prepare yourself properly for the rest of the night, but as always, she was there to make sure your mind would be filled with only thoughts of her. If Arlecchino had it her way, there was a good chance you’d never be able to think about anything else.

When you tried to stand, crumbling under the reflex to put any amount of distance between you and her, Arlecchino’s hand rose to your throat, catching you just under the chin and burying her claws in each corner of your jaw. Immediately, you went still, and she rewarded you with an airy chuckle, a tilted head. “Good puppet,” she praised, loosening her hold on you with the assurance that you’d learned your lesson quickly. “You were brilliant out there. Truly, the rest of the production is paler for having to stand in comparison to you.”

You wished you could’ve preened, could’ve basked her praise the same way you did when one of your performances caught the eye of a particularly flattering columnist, when you overheard one of your costars gushing about how proud they were to be working with someone of your renowned. Instead, all her words – no matter how kind, no matter how adoring – ever seemed to do was send a chill down your spine, to make you regret ever auditioning in the first place. Could her praise be considered sincere, if you knew she wouldn’t remember a single line you delivered a few minutes after the curtains closed? Could you take her compliments as anything but blatant condescension, if you knew the only reason she’d sat through your performance at all was to admire her newest toy?

But, you couldn’t say that out loud, so you only bowed your head, settling onto the stool of your vanity as you attempted to find your voice. “It was only the first act,” you mumbled, eventually. “And my scenes were hardly anything noteworthy. My character doesn’t really find their footing until the climax.”

“I disagree. Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” She didn’t have to tell you that. You’d felt stare prying into you every time you were on stage, and if it hadn’t been for the blinding lights, you were sure you would’ve been able to see her in the dead-center of the first row, grinning wildly as she watched you put on a show she’d already attended half a dozen times since opening night. If she actually bothered to pay attention, you were sure she would have the script memorized, by now. “Although, I couldn’t help but notice you weren’t wearing my last gift. What if I lost track of you up there, dear?”

Her last ‘gift’. Your heart skipped a beat at the reminder. It’d been a gaudy thing – a rose-shaped breastpin, crafted with tens of hundreds of pinprick rubies and lined with a frame of pure obsidian. She’d let one of her masked soldiers make the delivery, but her note had been clear enough. You were supposed to wear the awful thing during your next performance, in front of a crowd of hundreds. You’d crushed it under your heel before your anger could turn into mortification. The dread had only taken root as you cleaned up the broken pieces and began to imagine how Arlecchino might react to your ungratefulness. She could weather most things, but such blatant disobedient had never gotten you more than a bruised cheek, rope-burnt wrists, and a few days spent in the guestroom of her manor.

“I’m sorry, my lord. I tried, but the costuming department overruled me.” You let your eyes fall to the ground, playing sheepish. As if you were genuinely apologetic. As if any part of you regretted not being able to wear her claim on you in front of half the population of Fontaine. “You know how it is. Everything has to be approved by the director, lest a misplaced prop lead the audience to the wrong conclusion.”

She hummed, letting her hand fall to the low collar of your top. It was far from the most risqué costume you’d ever worn, but the plunging neckline suddenly left you feeling more exposed than you would’ve liked. “Give me a name.”

You stiffened. “…excuse me?”

“Who made the call? Give me a name and I’ll take care of the rest.” Her pitch-black claws ran over your collarbone, playing with the idea of breaking the skin. You already knew that the ghost of her drifting affection would linger for seconds, minutes, hours after she was gone, when you were left alone with her voice still ringing in your ears. It was more than likely that you’d spend the second act performing under the careful supervision of her phantom touch. “If it’s the director, don’t bite your tongue. The show can go on without that bumbling idiot.”

“No, I—” The threat was clear, direct. She’d made similar promises before – when the man behind the counter of her preferred bakery called you by your name as you hung from her arm, when one of her subordinates seemed just a little too excited to attend one of your shows. In her ideal world, you’d be little more than a ballerina twirling in one of her music boxes; there to smile and dance when she desired to see you and locked away from prying eyes when she did not. You’d do nothing but giggle and laugh and bend to her whims, too happy in her gilded cage to ever throw yourself at the bars. “I’m sorry,” you said, again, and this time you tried to mean it. “I… I lied to you, earlier. I damaged it this morning while trying to put it on, and—” A pause, a laugh. “Archons, I’m so embarrassed. I just couldn’t stand the idea of letting you know I was so thoughtless with one of your presents.”

It was far from your best work. Your speech was too stilted, your tone too dire for the occasion, your body language too stiff to convey much of anything beyond the simple hope that she would believe you. You would’ve been mortified to let anything so visibly improvised make it in front of a real audience, but Arlecchino was far from a critic. Her grin – as unwavering as it was monstrous – softened, her sadism partially sated by your complete, unabashed submission. Her hand fell away from you completely, and you beamed, letting your heart soar at the thought that she’d finally found some scrap of empathy for you.

Of course, your elation was quickly punished. It always caught you off guard – just how fast she was, just how strong she was, just how much she enjoyed reminding you of exactly why she could afford to be so self-indulgent when it came to her ever-growing collection of pretty little things. One moment, you were smiling at her reflection, and the next, the mirror had been shattered into more pieces than you could ever be able to count, anything it might’ve once shown distorted beyond all recognition. An intricate web of hairline fractures stretched outward from the point where her fist connected with the glass, but she regarded the devastation with little more than a slight hum, a sleeve dragged over her bleeding knuckles. “I think it’s my turn to apologize.” The sound of her heels against tile, the feeling of her arms wrapping around your waist. “You know how I get when I’m upset.”

Upset. You could’ve laughed, if you hadn’t forgotten how to use your lungs. You could’ve cried, if you weren’t too scared to move. If your unresponsiveness bothered her, if she noticed you hadn’t blinked since she lashed out, your paralysis wasn’t deemed worthy of her concern. Instead, she only pulled you against her chest, letting her chin rest on the dip of your shoulder. “You’re special, you know. I don’t lose my temper for every little actor who thinks they can get away with being so…” Her claws skirted over your side, threatening to tear through the delicate fabric of your costume. “Unappreciative. That’s a good word for it, isn’t it? You’ve always been the more eloquent one, between the two of us.”

Multiple temptations surfaced in you all at once. Part of you wanted to cry, to beg for her forgiveness, to promise you’d never be so selfish and so stupid again if she’d only let you go unharmed tonight. Another more rebellious faction screamed at you to run, to try in vain to hide yourself away from such an obvious predator, unwilling to acknowledge how many times you’d tried that before and how many times it hadn’t worked. And yet, neither impulse overwhelmed you, in the end. Arlecchino’s training took control and you left you speaking hollowly, the words finding your way to your tongue before your conscious mind could so much as realize that you’d opened your mouth. “Unappreciative, my lord. I’ve been unappreciative.” Then, leaning against her, “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

“Good little thing,” she said, by way of an answer. Her grin was the widest it’d ever been. “My perfect little puppet.”

This time, you were able to find a note of joy in her praise, to seek comfort in the fact that her faux-affection meant you wouldn’t be the next thing crushed under her rage. That happiness was only partially dampened by the weight of her lips against your shoulder, then drifting upward, latching onto the tender patch of flesh just below your jugular. Her teeth, like her fingertips, were sharpened to fine points, each able to pierce your skin with all the thought it would’ve taken her to swat a fly out of the air, to pluck a wildflower from its patch. You felt warm blood trickle past her lips and down your collarbone, let a low whimper slip past your grit teeth as she dug that much deeper, as she carelessly tore through everything she touched. When you shifted, attempting to relieve a fraction of the pressure on your throat, of the burning ache just underneath your skin, her hands clamped down around your hips, her hold on you tightening and dragging you that much closer to her chest, that much deeper into her embrace.

By the time she pulled away, there was a dark ring of bruising carved into the side of your neck, emphasized by the bright red stain of her lipstick against your skin, the trail of crimson dripping down your chest and pooling above your collarbone. You weren’t able to stop yourself, cursing as you scrambled for something on your vanity table that you could use to limit the damage, but Arlecchino stopped you, taking up either of your wrists and forcing your arms to your sides. “Trying to hurt my feelings again?” She ran her tongue up the side of your throat, adding a vulgar smear to the mess she’d made of you. “Leave it as it is – I want you wearing my mark for the rest of your performance. And, if someone tries to stop you, tell them I’m the only one you’ll be taking direction from, from now on.”

You were too stunned to respond, too mortified to blink. Somewhere in the distance, a stagehand called five minutes to curtain, and Arlecchino let out a breathy laugh. With no small amount of hesitancy, she detangled herself from you, making her way to the door of the dressing room, the space now too contaminated to be called your own.

As her fingertips grazed the knob, her glanced back to you, her eyes meeting yours in the shattered remains of your mirror. You could’ve sworn you could still see the faint tint of your blood on her teeth as the corner of her lips tugged upward and something buried deep, deep inside of you withered and died.

“I’ll be watching, dearest.”

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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By The Fractured Altar.

Yan Scaramouche x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, codependency dialed up to the MAX setting, and Dottore shows up for a second so sorry about that in advance. Word count: 4.6k.

The first time the Wanderer thinks he’s lost you, he learns that every moment of fear he ever experienced before paled in comparison.

He awakes with a start. Lying beneath a blanket of gleaming stars, his eyes are slow to adjust to the low lighting, the once roaring campfire calmed to a hush. Its surviving embers nearly rival the magnificence of the welkin above in their glow. An empty pail sits beside the concaving wood that once stood so proudly. From this, he assumes he fell asleep before you. You always made it a point to put out the campfire before you both turned in for the night. In the warmer seasons, the Wanderer didn’t mind; it wasn’t until autumn’s chill nipped at his cheeks that he questioned your reasoning.

“The forest provides blessings for us,” you had told him. “Clean water from the stream, plentiful fruits that’ll always grow back no matter how many we pluck, and shade to protect us by day. In return for the forest’s generosity, we must keep it safe. Ours is a mutual relationship. All it takes is a single gust of wind to disturb this balance. Still… it’s not good to be cold either. I know! Come, lay down next to me, and we’ll keep each other warm.”

So he did — and continues to, religiously at that, regardless of if the cicadas thrum their wings to a deafening hymn in the scorching summer, or if all is silent in a desolate winter. For the warmth you provided was unlike anything else he’d ever experienced.

The Wanderer takes note of your absence with frenzied glances and wide, doe-like eyes. It was here that a few hours ago you lulled him to sleep, his head resting on your lap, and your magical fingers threading through his fine hair. You whispered stories that, while intriguing, were not the primary subject of his adoration. He was far more preoccupied with savoring the sound of your voice to pay much mind to the rabbit who apparently takes residence on the moon. Hmph, what a silly notion! He hopes you don’t think he believes in such childish drivel. He only stilled his insolent tongue so that you might speak uninterrupted.

Still, he couldn’t help but draw a comparison between you and the rabbit this story centers around. Have you not, in your own way, offered yourself to him, a God? This is the last sentiment he focused on while drifting in and out of consciousness. How lovely it’d be if you both could reenact the tale. He, too, would like to take you someplace far away, where no one else could dare reach.

Whether it be the moon or anywhere else.

He calls out your name, gently at first, so as not to betray his inner panic. If you happened to be around the corner and overheard him crying out for you as a baby bird stuck in a nest would, you’d torment him for days with your teasing. He quiets himself and awaits your reply. Every second that follows stretches out for an abject eternity.

The Wanderer resolves himself to find you, standing on shaking legs, so absorbed with his mission that he forgets to don his hat woven of straw. His garments catch on low-hanging branches, tearing the fabric and scratching at his skin, yet he pays it no mind. He uses the sparse moonlight that sneaks past layers of thick leaves overhead as his guide. Navigating the verdure feels different compared to when you’re present, he no longer cares to behold its beauty. How could he, when his mind is in such disarray?

He searches and searches, longing to quiet the still little voice in his head that seeks to smother the fledgling hope you’ve nurtured in him.

The rest betrayed and abandoned you, it gleefully reminds. Why should she be any different?

The Wanderer shakes his head. That can’t be true. You’ve been with him the longest, contented yourself in his company, and welcomed him to do the same with you. Wherever you went, he went. Wherever he went, you went. It was a simple yet effective dichotomy that he derived great pleasure from. For all his suffering, all his humiliation, you have what it takes to be an antidote to his many woes. What patient diagnosed with a terminal illness would let such a panacea slip through their fingers?

Humans are not to be trusted, the sinister voice reiterates. You said so yourself. Now, you’ve gone back on your word, and look at the consequence: you’ve been tossed aside like dross yet again. When will you ever learn?

Up ahead lies a clearing in the woods. The Wanderer hasn’t stilled for a minute, though his construct of a body longs for rest and respite. It will receive nothing until his current mission draws to a close. You couldn’t have made it far, he’s sure of it. The past few days entailed traveling from dawn to dusk for reasons unbeknownst to him. You said the destination behind your journey would remain a secret until you both arrived. As always, he was inclined to snuff his curiosity out if it meant entertaining your many whims, he had hardly cared for the end result anyhow. So long as he had you, he cared little about anything else to the point of negligence.

She was hinting at her treachery, the voice hisses once more. It sounds more like his own with every passing word. You were willfully blinded by sentimentality, is it any surprise your creator foresaw this weakness and chose another to fulfill your purpose?

Upon emerging from the forest’s treeline, he is nearly blinded by how bright the moonlight shines when unobscured.

Burn the forest down as you did the child’s home. Let flames consume all and incinerate her with it. Level the world until nothing remains, for if there is no one left, never can another being leave you behind again.

When his eyes finally adjust to the bright assault, what he sees nearly has him dropping to his knees in relief. You sit on the ground a few paces ahead, your back to him, gazing up at the night sky. Silvery hues surround your person, bathing you in an iridescent glow that both hypnotizes and lures him in. A branch crackling beneath his feet warns you of his oncoming approach. You turn your head in his direction, your countenance melting from uncertainty to recognition. Gentle lines form beneath your eyes as you smile, beckoning him closer.

“It’s a full moon tonight. The view from here makes all the walking we did worth it. I thought about waking you so you could join me, but you looked so peaceful,” you tell him. The shaky sigh he lets out is one of unparalleled relief. There was no nefarious scheme at play here — you were just being yourself. The damning voice echoing in his head falls silent. “What is it you were dreaming about for that infamous scowl of yours to depart, Wanderer?”

You. He never dreams about anything else. If he did, he’d consider it a nightmare.

“Wake me up next time,” he grumbles, despising how pouty he sounds. You must think so too, because you laugh, your voice light and airy. What he intends to be an order comes out more like a plea.

“Okay, okay, I will, don’t look at me like that.”

You then tilt your head, your eyes narrowing so that you can see him better. “Hm…? Wait, Wanderer, are you…?”

He freezes in place upon feeling deplorable wetness slide down his cheeks. Cruel, mocking. A testament to his shortcomings. For an instant, all is still, aside from the trembling of his hands and lower lip. He longs to hide the unsightly expression with the brim of his hat. The emotions that flicker over your face are unidentifiable, or rather, he’s too afraid to try and decipher them. Despondency latches itself around him like heavy chains. No, no, no, you weren’t supposed to see him like this, you can’t ever see him like this, weak and vulnerable and undivine.

His mother cast him off for his tears; it’s only safe to assume you would do the same.

He’s so lost in the twisting labyrinth of his decaying mind that he doesn’t register your footsteps padding his way. Soft hands press against his damp cheeks, gently wiping his tears away, your face mere inches from his. He observes with awe and wonder as you treat him with the utmost tenderness. There’s no furrow of your brow that hints at irritation or impatience behind your touch. When he finally finds the strength to make eye contact with you, he witnesses depths of benevolence unlike anything he’s ever witnessed before. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. No bottomless bottle of sake could delight or inebriate him more than the look you’re giving him now.

“Hey, do you want to tell me about what’s wr— mmph!”

He covers your lips with his own, inexperienced and hasty, driven by nothing but a desire to permanently connect your bodies together. Throughout his travels, he learned that humans did this to express fondness for one another. Following this reasoning, there was nothing that felt more appropriate to him at that moment, when his mind and soul and whatever false mockery of a heart he has yearned for you to the point he aches. This hot, searing pain you inflict is a paradox of extremes. He should detest it, run from it, yet he cannot imagine a life without it. You make him feel. Undoubtedly, it could be a curse at times. And still, the potential blessings urged him to persevere through all the muck and mire.

The Wanderer tastes the saltiness of his tears on your lips. For once, he is too absorbed to pay it any mind. Your initial confusion fades into gentle reciprocation, pleasing him greatly. He barely knows what he’s doing, or why he’s doing it, but it seems right. As if everything was falling into place. You taught him the importance of balance, didn’t you? He thinks the two of you could encompass the belief perfectly. For all the bitterness that festered in his being, your sweetness could envelop and drown it out.

When he begrudgingly parts from you, sensing you need air to sate your mortal body, he presents you with a sacred covenant.

“Promise me that I’ll always have you,” he implores. Even he is almost embarrassed by the unexpected boldness, his fair skin turning red. “You have to promise. I’ll do anything, agree to any condition… so long as I have your word.”

You consider him, weighing his words on your mind’s youthful scale. He gnaws impatiently on his lower lip while you contemplate your response. You have to accept, don’t you? You must enjoy traveling with him, or else you wouldn’t do it. There’s a home tucked away in a little village for you to return to if that were the case. The insecurity he must often fight when considering this reality is nowhere to be seen. The Wanderer feels as if a fog has been lifted from his mind, a clearer path lying ahead. You’ve sung him to sleep, wiped away his tears, and returned his kiss; that has to mean something. He knows it.

“I want to see the world past this archipelago. If I can do that with you, then you have my word. I promise to always be with you.”

He smiles at you. Such a pure expression, devoid of any underlying scheme, hasn’t graced his face in some time. You return the gesture in kind. His hands fall so that they might intertwine with yours. He swings his arms ever so slightly, basking in your ethereal presence, content that he’ll never have to know loneliness again. Those painful days and boring emotions could be put behind him, never to be spared another glance.

“We don’t have to stop at just seeing the world,” he hums, something akin to pride swelling in his chest. His eyes radiate a violet hue. “I could give it to you in its entirety, should you ask.”

You giggle at what you presume to be a joke and shake your head. “Always aiming for the stars, are we, my Wanderer? I’m not nearly as ambitious as you. Seeing it is enough to satisfy me.”

“Then it’s a promise.”

ii.

The second time Kunikuzushi thinks he’s lost you, he learns madness will be his companion until you return to your rightful place by his side.

Presently, you lay down on a crude examination table. Your vibrant gaze is hidden beneath closed eyelids, your lips downcast in a permanent frown, and your hair loose beside your stationary form. The blankness of your physiognomy is unbecoming of one as lively as you. Kunikuzushi considers running his fingers over the softness of your cheeks, but ultimately decides against it. With that charlatan lurking about, he can’t risk displaying his affection so blatantly. He stands by your side, faithful as a bridegroom, never quitting the room for an instant. The absence of sound torments him.

“It won’t be much longer,” he whispers, unsure if the reassurance is for you or himself. The latter is more likely. “I’ll see those pretty eyes staring back at me again soon enough.”

Every trace of delicacy on his features evaporates the instant the door opens. Kunikuzushi meets his new colleague with a look of barely suppressed impatience, whereas The Doctor presents himself in an amicable fashion. He extends his hand for Kunikuzushi to shake, a gesture which has the latter scoffing and rolling his eyes. The Doctor plays off the blatant disrespect without a care, choosing instead to focus on the main reason for his being here today. Kunikuzushi tenses when his fellow Harbinger strides past him, toward your vulnerable form, an inquisitive air encouraging the bold act.

Under normal circumstances, Kunikuzushi would obliterate anyone who dared approach you without his express permission. Fortunately for this copy of The Doctor, his potential benefits override Kunikuzushi’s proprietorial behavior. He is the one who called upon the heretic, after all.

“So this must be my patient,” The Doctor gives you a perfunctory glance, which Kunikuzushi assumes is more for show than anything else. Your condition had been painstakingly relayed through numerous written correspondences. “What an interesting solution you’ve arrived at, temporary as it may be. To prevent the spread of madness associated with prolonged tatarigami exposure, you’ve placed her into a stasis-like slumber. Would I be correct in assuming the knowledge of this technique is owed to your unique background?”

“Is my answer necessary in aiding you with your job?”

“No,” The Doctor replies, his tone facetious. He examines the sheen of arcane energy that engulfs your form closer, then gives an off-putting smile. “It’s for curiosity’s sake that I ask, since I am a researcher, first and foremost. And this level of perfection transcends human capability.”

It is immaculately applied, as The Doctor surmised — (naturally, since Kunikuzushi is the one who applied it) — the very same technique his creator used on him once he was deemed worthless. In recognizing your rapidly deteriorating state, he didn’t know what else to do. He fed you his divine energy to keep your life force from succumbing entirely to tatarigami’s malaise; it just wasn’t enough. Your feeble human constitution could only handle so much, you weren’t made to withstand such extremes.

One night, he promised in a cryptic manner to fix this malady, no matter what. You have yet to regain consciousness after hearing his solemn vow. With Kunikuzushi’s newfound Fatui connections, he came to hear of a certain madman capable of performing feats that spat in the face of Teyvat’s ‘laws’. It was desperation that drove him to swallow his pride and ask The Doctor for help.

“Then I’ll leave my answer to your twisted imagination.”

The Doctor chuckles at that, his chest rumbling. “You’re as temperamental as they say.”

Kunikuzushi’s face almost splits in two from how wide he grins. “And you’re every bit as insufferable, wasting my time with all this idle chit-chat. I held up my end of the bargain and procured the materials you need for your heretical ends. Now do your part.”

“Gladly! It isn’t every day I get to tinker with assistance from the divine. I hope to learn much from your tutelage. Although…”

The Doctor places a hand on his chin. “While I can guarantee her physical condition’s improvement, her mental state is beyond my purview. Forgive me, if it isn’t my place to say this, but… waking to the news she’s now immortal will serve as quite the shock. What contingencies have you set into place for this?”

It takes all of Kunikuzushi’s self-restraint to prevent himself from calling down lightning from the heavens to smite this audacious quack. The Doctor might be feigning compassion, yet given his bloody track record, Kunikuzushi doubts he cares in the slightest. He’s trying to wring reactions out to delight his sadistic machinations. There’s an underlying malignant current to The Doctor’s inquiry that threatens to spark electricity in Kunikuzushi’s clenched fists, a test of sorts. The Doctor must be wondering how far his care for you extends. Kunikuzushi would rather no one knew about this exploitable weakness of his.

It’s for your sake — and your sake alone — that he manages to reel himself in. He won’t jeopardize your well-being due to some provocative statements. He would endure anything, do anything, so long as he could have you to himself again. The wait is almost over. A few low blows to his ego is the least he could sustain for your recovery.

“Whoever said anything about telling her?” Kunikuzushi returns The Doctor’s question with a question of his own. This should serve to put the dog off his trail, Kunikuzushi isn’t technically lying, yet the callous delivery belies his inner feelings. The less The Doctor knew about his attachment toward you, the better.

At this, the reprobate breaks into a fit of laughter, as if he’d been graced with the funniest joke ever told. His fangs gleam beneath the sparse lighting in the room, bemusement radiating from his being. “So that’s how you intend to handle things. Very good, very good.”

The Doctor straightens out the recently sterilized tools on a nearby table. “I’ll delay the procedure no longer. Shall we get to work, Balladeer?”

It won’t be much longer, [First], he thinks, the desperate thirst for your presence soon to be quenched. I’ve seen to it that you could keep your promise.

“Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“With pleasure.”

Kunikuzushi is so caught up in his own designs, he fails to notice a single tear that drips down the expanse of your otherwise serene face.

iii.

The third time Scaramouche thinks he’s lost you, he learns that his patience is not what it used to be.

There were certain parameters you were to adhere to — he’s remiss to call them rules, but he supposes the word fits — all for your safety and his peace of mind. The Fatui lackeys that trail after him like a dog are useless in everything besides your surveillance. They hide in the shadows, observing you from afar, dutifully reporting every change down to the slightest fluctuation in mood. From his vantage point, you’ve adapted well. He’s gently guided you, covering your eyes when necessary and encouraging you to look at what he thinks you should see.

Still, you had your rowdy bouts. This particular episode just happened to necessitate his involvement.

“Not intending to come back in for the night, [First]?”

Your legs dangle over the edge of the dilapidated castle the Fatui happened to be inhabiting for the moment. You keep your back to him, despite undoubtedly hearing his approach, your gaze locked on the heavens hidden behind a curtain of thick clouds. Your hair billows in the unforgiving Schenzayan breeze, some strands occasionally getting caught on the fluffy fur of your winter coat. He bends over to free what got caught on your collar. Your prolonged silence is unusual and unwelcome, he hoped that the open-ended question would serve to stoke the flames of conversation, even if it meant getting burnt. He’d rather you incinerated him to the bone than leave him to waste away in bitter-cold silence.

When he moves to pull away, only for you to stop him, twisting your torso around and catching his hand in yours. His breath lodges itself in his throat the moment your eyes finally meet. Though it appears to be the same hue as always, when the light hits it a certain way, there’s the faintest trace of violet. A testimony to the deep connection that binds you to him forevermore. Your beauty is so awe-inspiring, that at that instant, if you asked him to lay down his life for you, he wouldn’t hesitate to concede.

You whisper a name he forgot he ever went by, the very first of the identities he assumed when traversing this world. After gaining his devout attention, you go on to say, “I need to ask you something. May I?”

He breaks himself from his reverie long enough to reply in the affirmative.

“What… what am I, exactly?”

He is quick to school his expression, ensuring that his countenance gives away nothing just yet. “What do you mean by that?”

You pause as if you weren’t entirely sure yourself.

“Ever since I’ve woken up, something… no, everything… feels slightly… off. As if every piece of furniture in my home that I’d been familiar with my entire life was moved an inch to the side. The change is so subtle, so elusive from my understanding, that I can’t tell if it’s real or a product of my overactive imagination.”

Your grip on his hand tightens. “I think I should’ve died, but I didn't. I've seen the tall stone peaks of Liyue, traversed the vineyards of Mondstadt, and slept beneath the canopies of Sumeru’s rainforests. You’ve held your promise to me and mine to you. So why does my existence feel so wrong? So unnatural? I know you must’ve done something to me. Please, tell me what it is. I don’t think I can know peace until I know why it feels wrong to live.”

“It isn’t wrong,” he’s quick to interject, too quick, likely far from the placating comfort he intended it to be. You’re gracious enough to allow him time to recollect himself, precious being that you are. “If any tongue dared to claim otherwise, I’d cut it out and throw it at the dirt by your feet, where it belongs.”

“Even if it’s mine?”

“Of course not,” he scoffs, made incredulous by the notion. “Similar to myself, you have surpassed god and man alike. You are above them both. If the false heavens look down on you, I’ll gouge out their eyes; and if man voices complaints, I’ll slit their throats. There is no one who can judge us. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

What he intends to be a plea comes out more like an order.

You heave a heavy sigh. “Thinking that way must make you awfully lonely.”

His fingers twitch against your skin. “... Not anymore.”

Your arms fall limp by your side and your body relaxes. Much to his chagrin, you turn back around, facing any direction but his own. A frown carves itself onto his face. From this vantage point, he is a hawk, and you, his little mouse who tires from trying to scurry away in vain. He thinks to sit beside you or pull you up to his level yet decides against it. He rests his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze, reminding you of his presence.

As if you could ever forget.

“I thought I’d hate you when you confirmed what I already knew, deep inside,” if you feel how his body goes tense at the word hate, you don’t mention it. “For some reason, that doesn’t feel right either. If what you said is true… and I am like you now… then I think it might be for the best.”

“You do?”

He is unable to mask his surprise by how easily you acquiesce. He anticipated a myriad of issues upon the day you learned the truth, everything from shrieking to denouncement and even violence. His mind kicks into overdrive, raking through every word that left your lips for inconsistencies or potential falsehoods. Deception was never your strong suit, you wore your heart and your sleeve. He was dutiful in studying it and committing the various nuances to memory. Even the slightest hint of falsehood wouldn’t slip past his radar undetected.

A sliver of the moon peeks out past the tightly knit together clouds, encasing you both in its glory.

“Though you speak of your loathing for the gods, you’re set on becoming one yourself.”

This comes out as more of a state than a fact.

“No matter the outcome of this goal, I have a premonition that many will be hurt in your path to glory,” your voice is firm, albeit tinged with melancholy. “I will stay by your side, as promised. I will love you more dutifully than a wife would her husband. You will love me back, and in doing so…”

Finally, you rise to meet his astonished stare, pressing your forehead against his. His lips are slightly agape, eyes as wide as saucers. He thinks you might be more of a deity than him, and for that, he deems it sacrilegious not to worship you. Your warmth has never failed to pacify him. His rage born from innumerable betrayals burns hotter than the sun, yet your willingness to reach out and become ash eclipses it all. You lightly press your palm over the left side of his chest, where nothing beats.

“I will never let you forget that you have a heart, no matter how hard you try to scrub the knowledge away. I’ll write it down over and over, carving it into your skin if that’s what it takes to immortalize the truth.”

He’d gladly hand you the blade if it meant prolonging the ecstasy of experiencing your touch.

“You’re sacrificing yourself to me, then? Your happiness, your dreams, your future… if you make such a tempting offering, I’ll have no choice but to accept. I’ll take them all and demand more. I won’t be a merciful god, not even for you. Knowing how bitter it’ll taste, you’ll still accept my love without spitting it out?”

“I’ve always found it to be bitter,” you confess. An expression of wistful nostalgia settles on your face. “When you were a nameless traveler, the Wanderer, Kunikuzushi, and now, the iteration others refer to as ‘Scaramouche’. I’ve tasted the bitterness so frequently that my tongue is now numb to its flavor. If anything… having subsisted on it for so long… I might not have an appetite for anything else.”

The puppet of many names smiles at that from ear to ear. How lovely, that a millennia of wretchedness could be mended so easily when you held the needle?

All along, he thought that whenever you were lost, departing from the path he so meticulously laid out for you, he’d need to redirect your course. What an unnecessary overexertion! He sees it now, a reality that he thought was too good to be true. An oasis in the desert is not always a mirage — this serves as proof.

For no matter how far from the main road you deviated, you’d inevitably always return to him.

#scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #yandere kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #yandere wanderer x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #scaramouche brainrot #my stuff

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onegianthotmess · 6 months

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MK1 Rants:

💚🐍Syzoth’s Hissing Habit🐍💚

MY SWEET BABIE BOY SYZOTH, I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN A RANT FOR HIM!!!

OKAY! OKAY! SO-

You know how Syzoth hisses? Like in his intro dialogues when he’s irked or angered and all that?

Well, my little wormy brain did some thinking and thought about it. What if Syzoth’s hissing was purely out of instinct or habit? Like he hisses when irked or angered, emotions like that.

So, and hear me out on this, I think that Syzoth also hisses at things he finds threatening or dangerous at a first glance. Now big threats like people trying to kill those he cares about or destroy the realms are a no-brainer, but what about normal Earthrealm things?

Like, you brought Syzoth to Earthrealm because he had a day off and he wanted to see where you came from. And you just spent the day in your house just chilling and explaining what a T.V. was and how, no, a dead little girl wasn’t going to crawl out of it like in The Ring, why in the damn Jesus take the wheel fuck did Johnny show you that movie, sweetie-?

Babie boy isn’t a fan of horror films-

And when you start to get hungry for a snack, you ask Syzoth if he wants some fruit. He nods and politely waits for you on the couch while you go to the kitchen to grab some watermelon for you two to share. So you got a big bowl, put some watermelon you already cut up in it, and grabbed two forks before walking back out into the living room.

You set the bowl of watermelon down on the coffee table and held out one of the forks to Syzoth and-

*HISSSSSSSSS!*

The-

The fuck-?

You looked over at Syzoth to see him backed away a bit, glaring at the fork in your hand like it had committed fucking genocide. Was he okay?

You tried to hand him the fork again and-

*HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*

He-

He hissed at the fork again and backed away even more, still glaring at the utensil.

It took a second, but you eventually put two and two together and started laughing your ass off. And this made Syzoth very confused.

Why were you laughing when there was something dangerous in your hand? Something that could very easily hurt you or him!

What in the name of Argus were you holding anyway? It didn’t matter because it looked like AN EXTREMELY DANGEROUS WEAPON!

After you stopped laughing, you explained to him what a fork was. Even after your explanation, Syzoth still didn’t trust the fork, so you just showed him how a fork was used by using it to pick up a piece of watermelon and eat it.

Syzoth didn’t really trust the fork until you tricked him into opening his mouth long enough and wide enough so that you could feed him some watermelon with the fork. Needless to say, it shut him up and got him to trust the fork. You did have to teach him how to use it a bit, but he was pretty good at using it, despite having hardly ever needing utensils to eat in his life.

My mans literally has a long ass tongue to snatch bugs up from the air, hands-free mode-

But seriously, imagine Syzoth hissing at every normal Earthrealm thing like it’s plotting against him.

It’d be so cute and funny-

Syzoth is seriously one of my favorite MK1 boys! He’s so traumatized, yet so adorable and wholesome; my favorite kind of boy! Also the gif I used, which is my favorite Syzoth gif I’ve ever seen, is perfect for this, fucking prove me wrong 😑

#seriously though-#the hissing would be so fucking cute!!!#syzoth #reptile #mk #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 rants

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acatalystrising · 1 year

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Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates! I couldn’t get through the day without thinking about my favorite green tin can man, so I wrote a special little life day scene in case anyone needed some softttt cheer! 💚🖤

Life Day with Boba Fett

“What are you doing, Mesh’la?”

You flinched at that gruff, teasing voice - turning from your precariously perched spot on the ladder, a strand of lights gripped in your hands.

Boba Fett stood at the throne room’s entrance, fully armored, arms crossed - dark, expressionless visor trained on you.

“I wanted to put up a couple more lights before everyone shows up,” you gestured at your work, almost complete, with a smirk. “It’s still too drab in here.”

Boba slowly paced into the room, the clinking of his spurs bouncing off the walls. He stopped right below your ladder, helmet tilted up, and you tried so, so hard to keep your thoughts to yourself. Because from this height, you discovered, the most terrifying bounty hunter in the galaxy looked positively adorable.

“Hook those lights,” he gestured at you with a slow curl of his index finger, “come down.”

You didn’t miss the command in his tone, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d actually done something wrong. So you made a short work of hanging the rest of the lights, all too aware of his eyes trained on your back. And when they were finally done, you climbed down the ladder, heart pounding, and stood before him.

“What,” he lifted a hand and pinched the collar of your sweater. His leather gloves brushed against your skin, sending chills spiraling down your spine. “Is this?”

You frowned, lips parting to answer his question with one of your own, when it dawned on you. You glanced down at your chosen attire and felt a blush creep onto your cheeks with the speed of a forest fire.

Oh…OH.

“Oh, I can explain,” you gestured at your sweater with a sheepish grin - a custom sweater carefully dyed to resemble and match the colors of his armor. “I wanted…you know…”

“Wanted what, little one?” He tilted his helmet to the side, hand brushing against your cheek and cupping your chin. “If I didn’t know better, I’d wager you were trying to copy me.”

He advanced, slowly backing you toward the throne until the backs of your calves bumped into the first stone step. You looked up at him, heart pounding, his every movement calculated and intentional.

“I…thought it’d be cute if we matched,” you felt the blush completely overtake your face, making your ears burn. You bravely kept your gaze trained on his T-visor. “Since it’s…our first Life Day together? As a couple? I wanted it to be special.”

Boba fell silent, entirely unreadable behind that impenetrable beskar. Was he upset? Angry? Did he find your sweater offensive? You blinked when his thumb stroked your cheek, the gesture so soft you nearly melted where you stood, washing away every shred of doubt.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he moved his free hand to lift the helmet from his face, revealing a nearly shocked smile that extended to those beautiful brown eyes. “How’d you manage that?”

One of the facts you’d discovered ever since you’d met Boba was that the bounty hunter turned Daimyo did in fact, have the warmest smile.

“I went to the market, had a friend dye the pieces. I even tried to draw your armor so I had a reference,” you tried to duck your head but his hand remained firm, holding your chin in place. “Your beskar has protected you - saved you. And I thought…if I wore something similar, it would…let everyone know I’m yours.”

He chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through your chest and leaving you breathless. He took another step, guiding you onto to the first cool stair, making you nearly level with him.

“Do you know?” He leaned closer, lips inches away, eyes burning. “Whose girl you are?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, blush hotter than Tatooine’s twin suns. “I do.”

“Good,” his eyes flicked from yours to your lips, an unspoken question. “It’s sweet. Never thought anyone would do something like this. Not for me.”

“I love you, Boba Fett,” you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “That’ll never change. This is only the first life day together, we have the rest of our lives to look forward to the rest.”

“Oh mesh’la,” he hummed, capturing your lips in his, holding you so, so close as he deepened the kiss - arms wrapping around you.

Head spinning, you clung to him, hands gripping his chestplate, kissing him harder. Gods, you wanted him to know how much you loved him. How much he meant to you. And you knew he felt the same. He nipped at your bottom lip and you smirked against him, tracing the scars on the back of his head as he claimed you, pressing achingly sweet kisses along your jawline.

“Hey, lovebirds, Din’s here with the kid,” Fennec’s teasing voice from the doorway brought you back to reality, and you pressed your forehead against Boba’s with a smirk, breaths mingling. “I could use some help, you know.”

“We’re being summoned,” Boba’s voice was nearly a low growl. “Shame.”

You gave his pauldron a playful shove.

“Coming!” You went to pull away, but Boba chuckled dark as sin, pulling you flush with his chest, hand pressed against your lower back.

“You aren’t yet,” he met your gaze, beautiful lips curving into a sly grin. “But later, when they’ve all gone to bed, you will until you can’t remember your name, and can only scream mine.”

Oh gods. You nearly collapsed against him, breath caught in your throat, heat trickling down your spine and coiling between your legs.

“Fine,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his nose. “But after the party. You’re going to have to wait, you know…because I’m going to return the favor.”

“Guys!” Fennec’s tone was sharp, but you heard the laugher bubbling from the back of her throat. “Seriously…”

You finally broke apart, reaching for his hand and twining his fingers with yours. You both walked toward the door to join Fennec, who was leaned against the doorframe wearing a smug grin.

“For the record,” Boba’s voice was low, teasing. “Love the sweater. We’ll make a mandalorian out of you, yet.”

“Happy Life Day, love,” you tightened your grip on his fingers, hoping he knew just how grateful you were for him.

You hoped he knew he’d never be alone again.

“Happy life day, princess,” his tone was low, gravelly, overcome with emotion. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever had.”

The palace had many rooms that had housed many terrors and abuse over the years. But now…one of them held a tree, all decorated and glimmering. And within the room sat one of the strangest families the Galaxy would ever see.

“This…is so much.” Din’s shiny helmet shifted to meet you and Boba’s watching gazes, his voice softening despite the modulator. “Thank you.”

The mandalorian held a new pulse rifle, shining in the firelight, slowly examining his new weapon with awe. Grogu, his little green child, sat surrounded by gifts, a decent amount of food, and even a pair of tiny socks.

“Certainly,” Boba leaned froward from his seat beside you, earnestly meeting the man’s gaze with a nod. “I hope it serves you well.”

“Wouldn’t want any new weapons mishaps, huh Mando?” Fennec smirked at him from her chair in the corner as she examined her new knives, leg crossed over her knee with a small smirk.

“No,” he set the rifle down with a subtle shake of his head. “You didn’t have to do this.”

You chuckled, gripping Boba’s hand in yours, and he squeezed back, shifting so you were leaning against his shoulder.

“You’re family, Din. Of course we did,” you smiled at him, holding Boba close. “I’m just glad you wanted to be a part.”

He nodded, and you nearly flinched when you felt something touch your leg. You looked down to find Grogu staring up at you, little arms held high. You smirked, glancing at Din for confirmation before lifting the little guy into your lap.

He cooed, leaning into you, smiling as wide as he could. Boba observed you both with a small smirk, expression softening ever so slightly when Grogu shifted to face him, once again lifting his arms.

“Love…he wants you,” you couldn’t stop a small chuckle from slipping through your lips, even as Boba lifted a skeptical brow. “C’mon…he won’t bite.”

Boba hesitated. You saw a shadow briefly pass through his eyes, but it diminished when he met yours.

“All right mesh’la,” he extended his gloved hands and lifted Grogu, holding him against his chest with a lowered brow. “You’re…sweet, ad’ika. Make your father proud.”

Grogu cooed again, and you saw the moment Boba Fett softened. The subtle cave of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. He leaned forward, and everyone observed the moment in silence…

And then Grogu sneezed in his face.

Fennec was the first to laugh. It was more of a snicker, but you couldn’t help but laugh too. You glanced at Boba, hoping he wasn’t upset, but you found he was actually smiling.

Boba Fett was smiling.

“Little terror,” he set Grogu back down on the floor, and he shuffled toward Din with a squeal. “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“That’s a lot, coming from you,” you smirked, and he grinned, leaning in to kiss you.

“Time for your present, little one,” he pulled something out of his pocket, a small box.

You took it, opening it with bated breath, and found a small, intricate necklace. It bore his sigil, carefully carved, and tears welled into your eyes.

“Oh, Boba…” you swallowed hard, blinking back tears, as he took it from you and carefully removed the necklace from its box.

“I’m with you whenever you go,” his voice was low, for you alone, as he placed it around your neck. “You’re…my family. I hope this will always remind you of that.”

You smiled, kissing him again. Fennec chuckled and Din shook his helmet in mock disgust. Grogu squealed and tossed one of his toys into the air, nearly hitting Din’s helmet.

“Didn’t think you’d ever have this, huh?” You snuggled against Boba, holding him close.

“No.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, voice softer than you think you’d ever heard before. “But I’m glad it did, mesh’la. Glad it did.”

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spikybanana · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: lemons - here, have some utter nonsense. sorry not sorry. coffee shop au meet cute except it's a bubble tea shop

Here they are, on a bright, brilliant, bright morning, criminally early on a Friday. And when Sirius imagined a Friday morning bathed in the freedom of having ran from home, they didn’t think it’d be stressing out about running a bubble tea shop by themself. Because Mary was late. Again. But it’s fine. They can handle the shop alone, never mind they’ve barely been here for a week.

The door squeaks when it swings open, and Sirius begrudgingly looks up— and freezes, all entrepreneurial annoyances instantly forgotten. Surely, they’re looking at cookie dough on legs and kneaded into human form, who manages to lay a spell on them with a single dimpled small smile. Standing in front of Sirius is the most implausibly adorable specimen of a person he’d ever seen. Their sweet features frame cheeks glowing from the early winter chill, and are set atop an unlikely, unseemly mash of jumper, uniqlo checkered scarf, track pants (that look inherited from high school days), and a windbreaker that rustles when they lifts a hand to swipe floppy brown hair away from their eyes.

“Um, hello.” They say, adjusting the bag slung over their shoulder, when Sirius has spent entirely too long gaping in silence.

“Hi.” Sirius clears their throat, gathers their jaws, and thinks about banging their head on the wall. “what can I get for you today?”

“Just the classic brew, please. Half sugar less ice,” they replied concisely, quietly confident. “And, ah, could I have it with oat milk instead of cow’s milk?”

“Um, okay. Sure…” Sirius is too busy watching the way their intelligent eyes flash as they speak, that they fumble and entirely mess up the order on the till. Fuck. I’ll deal with that later. Sirius looks back up, to see the stranger looking at them with an extremely amused tilt of their head. “Y’alright?” Sirius asks.

“Yes, yes of course,” they chuckle, “no one else here has quite taken the oat milk part in stride before.”

“Oh, was I supposed to?” Sirius flashes a grin, “Well, I’m new here, but I’ll offer the retrospective judgement if that’ll make you feel more at home.”

Sirius mentally pats themself on the back as the other laughs, then grimaces at the till screen, which is now flashing alarmingly. They quickly look away, and picks up a paper cup. “Could I have your name?”

“It’s Remus.”

Remus doesn’t mention that the question is entirely unnecessary, since no one else was in the shop, and Sirius doesn’t resist drawing a little wolf on the cup instead. Their tongue pokes out the side of their mouth and only too late does Sirius realise Remus is watching them the whole while. “Well!” Sirius abruptly turns away, cheeks heating, “one oat milk classic brew coming up!”

Sirius mutters and curses at themself the entire time as they throw together the milk tea, dumping the pearls into the cup a bit more violently than necessary. But they can’t shake the jittery nerves that has decided to overtake them, and Sirius staunchly ignores every insistent gaze Remus sends their way, as though the flutter in their chest needs exacerbating.

By the time Sirius gathers enough of themself to turn back to the counter, proudly setting the drink down and finally tapping the order onto the (happily recovered) till, Remus is looking at them with a dreadfully guilty expression.

“I’ve not got my wallet with me.” Remus says. "I am extremely dreadfully horribly sorry."

Sirius blinks. “Excuse me?”

“I tried to call you! And you very much should have made me pay first!”

Sirius curses, like the utter professional they were, “Oh bloody— I’m new here!” Sirius taps away wildly on the screen, cancel order, cancel, where does it say cancel. “You should take the drink. No one else’s going to want the oat milk, in any case.”

“Right,” Remus laughs weakly, “I’ve— got a lemon, though.”

“What?”

“I don’t know…” Sure enough, Remus has pulled a lemon out of nowhere, and is hesitantly rolling it between their fingers. “it’s the only barter-able thing I’ve got in my bag.”

“Why’ve you— never mind. This should cost you around ten lemons, if you must.” Sirius crosses their arms, teasingly pouts until Remus again looks at ease again.

The interested smirk slowly returns to their lips. “Oh, well. I'll just have to come back again to bring you the rest, then?" Remus pick up the cup, one brow jumping at the small drawing.

Sirius grins happily. "I'm counting on it."

#wolfstar #microfic #wolfstar microfic #muggle au #bubble tea shop au #sirius black #remus lupin #meet cute #god I wish I haven't messed up the pronouns #pls let me know if I did #modern au

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projectcaramel · 1 year

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No Forgiveness (2) - Obey Me! Belphegor

“Sidra, have you seen my pillow?” I glanced away from my D.D.D. to see Belphegor yawning without his favorite cow-patterned pillow.

“Why am I the first person you ask?” I questioned testily, and he rubbed his eye while inhaling slowly through his nose, a soft, drowsy groan coming from his throat as he exhaled again. Although he was lacking the pillow, it seemed as if he’d fall asleep standing up.

“Because you’re sitting here,” he replied with a slow blink. “If you haven’t seen it, then whatever...”

“I saw Mammon hugging it earlier,” I relented eventually, and briefly, Belphegor’s eyes widened before he faintly smiled at me.

“Thanks,” he replied before he drifted off, and I returned to my D.D.D. “Oh, actually...” I glanced up again to see that Belphie had stopped and turned back towards me.

“What?”

“Do you want to come up to the attic?” Chills racked up and down my spine, and I’d barely even noticed it, but my D.D.D. had dropped onto the floor, almost on top of my feet. “Hm? Sidra?”

“The... attic?”

“Yeah,” he replied, and for a moment my stomach lurched, and I covered my mouth as I remembered that moment. That dreadful mistake. “You look sick.”

“Fuck off,” I whispered. “Didn’t you hear me?! I SAID FUCK OFF!” Belphegor looked at me for a long, long moment as I panted, swallowing the memories of that day before they could rise up, acid in my stomach. The Avatar of Sloth eventually left without another word, leaving me alone and brooding.

—

“Beel... how do you say you’re sorry to someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you?” I stopped in my path to my room, loitering outside the door of the twins’ room.

“Hm? Are you talking about Sidra?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm... I don’t really know. Maybe you should get her a gift.”

“She won’t accept anything from me though,” Belphegor replied, and I heard him throw himself into his bed. “Even though I don’t want to hurt her anymore, she won’t trust me.”

“Do you think it’d help if I talked to her?” Belphegor paused for a very long time after that.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said eventually, and I almost opened the door then and there. What kind of response would he have given me if I had? And yet... something stopped me from doing so. There were two possibilities. The first, and more hopeful of the two, was that he really did want me to forgive him. But the second, and more likely option was that he knew I’d been eavesdropping. It was just a show.

I refused to fall for it again.

—

As it turned out Belphie had gotten several members of his family involved in his plot to make me trust him again other than Beel. It was quite well done, I must admit, when Beel pretended to be startled by the brothers arriving on the scene.

“Sidra,” Lucifer said, with that irritating, patronizing tone of his, “Belphie doesn’t want to kill you. We already went over this.”

“Yeah, the guy’s always liked humans anyway!” Mammon interjected, and each of the brothers started trying to convince me that Belphegor really wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.

“I’d think you’d be more irritated that he doesn’t do anything all day.”

“He’s actually pretty loyal.”

“He might act a little spoiled sometimes, but he’s still adorable, you know~?” Asmodeus laughed, even as Beel looked at his siblings almost in awe before he turned back to me, smiling with that big, goofy grin of his.

“Yeah. He’s the best twin brother.”

“Is this some kind of bullying?” I asked finally, and their expressions turned confused. “He didn’t betray any of you!” I retorted. “It’s easy for you to say, ‘oh, he’s our cute little brother’! Bullshit! You guys have known him all your lives, but what about me?! The only way I’ll ever remember him is for what he did to me! The way he manipulated me! Do you have any idea how it felt to...!” I got choked up, and I couldn’t finish my sentence, hunching over as if I were going to hurl. I felt sick again as my back throbbed with phantom pain. “Leave me alone.”

And, eventually, the brothers left one by one to leave me in my misery. It left me feeling a small sense of victory, especially since Belphegor must have orchestrated this to make me trust him again.

I almost screamed however when someone approached me from behind and wrapped their arms around me.

“Calm down... It’s just me.”

That wasn’t reassuring.

“Don’t cry.”

“Get away from me,” I half-growled, half-sobbed. I felt like a wounded animal protecting its pride, which in a sense, was accurate.

“Do you promise to stop crying if I do?”

“Yes, so get away from me, you son of a—!” He let go of me and left without another word before I’d even finished cursing him. I stared after him, watching his every step.

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#obey me belphie #betrayal #belphegor #obey me shall we date #angst #unforgivable #ptsd #hatred

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beardedhandstoadshark · 6 months

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How would the new brothers act? Luigi and Bowser being the best of buddies is also like A tier in that au.

Oof that’s a good question. I didn’t really plan anything out and just kinda wrote that as is came. No clue about character stuff, but trying works right! …I can’t tell if this version of Bowser is too kind or too mean compared to his regular one though ^^;

Btw if you’ve got thoughts ABSOLUTELY free to put them in!! It’d be very cool to hear!!!

Ok, so, Luigi actually went on evil escapades as Mr. L in Super Paper Mario, where he was very cocky and showoff-y, always hyping himself up. Given how Luigi is normally, I always interpreted the way Mr. L acts as compensating for a hidden inferiority complex in Luigi. (At least in the older games, nowadays my man’s gained some confidence)

But anyways, combine that with Bowser‘s arrogant selfishness (and being Kamek‘s obvious favorite kid of the two), I imagine AUigi‘s complex gets cranked up by 10. I think he would’ve looked up to him as a kid and still kinda does. Dude secretly just wants his Turtle Bro‘s approval, man. (But like…in a "haha of COURSE I did I‘m great! >:3“ and not an "Omg you think so? :D“way, if that makes sense? The latter only when they were kids maybe). Meanwhile Bowser just gives peak "older mean brother antagonizing the younger“ vibes. Where Mario sees and treats his green brother as an equal, Bowser doesn’t.

However, since Bowser has a very well known caring side towards folks on his own team, that with his now Big-Broness means that if anything happens to Auigi, Bowser will personally come fuck you up. There is only ONE person who can be mean to Auigi and it’s HIM, ya hear. Bowser canonically has Proud Dad energy, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have Big Bro energy too.

Idk, I think Bowser would treat him like he does his underlings most of the time, but it also often more towards how he acts with the Mario Bros whenever the three are teaming up, but nicer. Never downright adoring like Bowser is with his kid, more like "hey you weren’t doing half bad there Green Guy!“. Perhaps in certain situations even so far as to go along the lines of "of course the Great King of Koopas has a capable bro too (not as great as him tho but you can’t beat perfection)“. Those vibes.

Also since Mr L’s shown to be a mechanic building mechs for himself, I think Bowser‘d want him to build stuff for him too. Bowser does the designs (which are very him-centric) while Auigi does the building and puts Luigi-ness into the design. Maybe they argue on how it should look. In any case it’d be very extra >v< maybe even more so than Bowser‘s stuff looks normally, because they try one-upping each other’s designs.

They’d also definitely trade insults as banter all the time lol

Meanwhile Mario would be pretty curious about the one random human who’s apparently brothers with a giant turtle somehow?? …Neither mAUrio or AUigi would have enough brain cells to recognize the other looks like them tho. Absolutely that they look familiar, but not that they are, too. Auigi would downright be offended of anyone suggesting he had anything in common with this dude living in the woods with Yoshis. They’d probably be annoyed at each other but after the whole "Kamek is not his dad“ thing I think Aurio‘d still comfort him. Like, it’s the end of another boss battle where Auigi got defeated and he starts venting about all of this and Aurio‘s going "there there“ patting him on the shoulder or smth. Auigi ends up hyping himself up again and goes "yea maybe you’re pretty decent after all“,declares him worthy of being his rival, and dips to come back to help in the final battle. However he’d stop Mario from landing the final hit on Bowser because while they might be brothers, Bowser is still his bro.

Maybe he leaves of his own accord, maybe Bowser banishes him from Koopa Castle for going against him, but in any case, AUigi doesn’t stay there and goes off to chill either at Toadstool castle or with Aurio. He’d be a very annoying roommate in both cases lol

…after Auigi leaves Koopa Castle I think Bowser would start to miss him but be super defensive about it if pointed out, and the sequel becomes Bowser kidnapping Auigi as "revenge for betraying him" :)

#another anon ask #…is this ooc?#or does this being an au automatically make it not ooc anymore #…nvm that should this au as it’s called now have a tag?#Super Koopa Bros AU #ig XD

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

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I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

***************

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly, tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water.

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!”

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

************

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over.

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

******************

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots.

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

******************

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.”

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

******************

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

******************

You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

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“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.”

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

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the-moon-and-stars · 2 years

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let's think about this

we know hanako is very much perverted and a flirt

and likes teasing people to see them get embarrassed

so what if one day when he tries to tease reader for the first time, they get flustered

however instead off yelling at him or getting all embarrassed, they reciprocate his actions by saying something that can be considered dirty

what would he do?

he's never been in this situation

would he get embarrassed, shocked, unfazed? you can decide what happens next; just a mini one shot

Oooo~

That's a good question actually! And I may just have an idea on how this would go..

Here ya go lovely anon~!

Warnings: Some suggestive themes ykykyk

It was just another day in the bathroom, cleaning duties, nothing new to the both of you. The two of you met about half a month ago and you guys are already pretty close. However, you can’t help but notice the stares Hanako would make at you, as if he’s lost in thought. Debating something maybe? Whatever that may have been, he seemed to have made up his mind since he’s not exactly staring off at your direction.

“Hey Y/n~” he said your name, but it seemed more.. mischievous, like there was more meaning behind the gesture. You looked back at him, stopping yourself from mopping and smiling fondly at him. “Yes Hanako-Kun?” You asked, wondering what the boy had to say.

He walked up to you, gently taking the mop out of your hands and placing it to the side, having it lean on the deep red bathroom stalls. “You’ve been working so hard for me, my lovely assistant..” His hand cupped your face, sending chills down your spine despite the heat rushing to your face. “I think you could use a reward..” he said in an awfully suggestive tone. “W-Wha?” You were stunned, you couldn’t even push him away. His golden brown irises pulled you in.

Hanako leaned in, stopping right at the tip of your nose as he looked down at your lips then back at you. “I think.. You deserve..” His eyelids slowly dimmed down, he had you wrapped around his finger and he just adored it.

“A 20 minute break from cleaning!”

He said with a cheeky grin before pulling off you, now floating and looking you up and down, noticing how red you were. “Awww, were you hoping for something more~?”

“What?!” You practically screamed with widened eyes, it’s like every word he said just made your face on fire. Hence why you were so red by his sudden face to face gesture. “You should’ve seen your face! Priceless!!!” His laughter filled the bathroom as you huffed, obviously not finding Hanako’s “joke” funny.

You looked at the ghost in front of you, seeing how he found such delight in your reddened face, you couldn’t help but wonder how it’d be if the roles were reversed..

“Well..” you started, walking up the boy slowly and stopping in front of him, gently reaching out for his collar and pulling him down so you were eye level with him. “Having a break doesn’t sound too bad since..” you looked him up and down, a playful grin appearing on your features. “I'd have more time to focus on you. Wouldn’t you want that.. Hanako-Kun~?” You couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed the boy’s face heat up from your words and how you said them. You let go of his collar and smiled innocently at him, making Hanako’s face just go into a deeper red.

“Awww Hanakooo! You’re all reddd!” You were trying to contain the laughter within you, seeing him so red and flushed made you feel accomplished.

He looked at you before looking down, pulling the front of his hat down with it so it was covering his face a bit. He didn’t exactly expect something like this from you. Especially since you can be rather shy at times.

“Fair enough Y/n..” he mumbled, which you heard, making you perk your head up to look at him.

“But I’ll get you back. Just you wait..”

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moemammon · 3 years

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Could I request HC of MC falling asleep on the brothers and someone asks them to do something but they don’t want to move bc of MC🥺 kinda like how it’s illegal to move if an animal is asleep on you🥺💕 thank you!

I'm soft for stuff like this tbh

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC falling asleep on them

Lucifer

Lucifer has found that he works best when you're near him. Something about your presence calms his old soul. So it's become a habit that he has you near while he's going through paperwork, always touching you in some fashion.

Today, you were resting your head against his shoulder in the late afternoon, the warmth of his body and the sound of his pen scribbling on paper lulling you into a sense of peace and sleepiness.

He looked over after noticing the added weight against his side, and found you'd drifted off to sleep. And man.... this man realizes just how soft he is for you. Like, can you BE any cuter??? You're gonna kill him.

He feels a warmth swell up in his chest, not only from his affection for you, he the way you seem so peaceful sleeping against him like that. The fact that you feel secure with him, while others only seem to fear him, makes his heart fill to the brim.

But now he can't move, or you'll wake up. And to make matters worse, he just heard a loud ass crash in the hall right outside, and the sound of Mammon cursing under his breath. MAMMOOONNNNN-

As much as it pains him, he doesn't have the strength to get up while you look so content and secure sleeping against him like this. Besides, he can always kill punish Mammon later. He’d just text Beel to string him up from the ceiling until then.

Mammon

It's not unusual for the two of you to chill on the couch together, and he doesn't even care that you're all over him. Actually, he's probably the one that pulled you into such a position.

You're laying on his chest, and he's got his arms around you while he plays around on his phone. And that's when he notices the tiniest of snores coming from you. He looks down and sees that you've fallen asleep.

FUCK does that make him wanna scream. His heart is so full of love that he's literally trembling. You were so.. sO CUTE. IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. HE LOVES YOU, DAMN IT.

But then he gets a text from Lucifer, asking him to go back to RAD to fetch some documents. Why'd he have to be his errand boy all the time? Why not Satan??

Mammon is no stranger to Lucifer's wrath though, so now he has a strong need to get you off of him, yet an equally strong need to hold you close.

Especially when you mumble something that sounded vaguely like his name in your sleep. Maybe... it’d be fine to let you rest a little longer? It's not like those lousy papers were going anywhere, right?

Levi

You????? Felt comfortable enough to sleep on him?????? In the middle of a movie he put on????

There's practically steam coming out of his ears. He's short circuiting. He's going to die and it's all your fault. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE YOURE JUST SLEEPING ON HIS ARM AND YET THE MOE IS TOO STRONG-

Seriously though, he's so red up to his ears that you'd think he might die. The only thing that keeps him from death is that you aren't awake to look at him. He was safe!

But then a notification pops up on his D.D.D, and he suddenly remembers he’s got a tournament to compete in with a couple of online friends! He promised them!!!

Maybe... he'll wake you up? No no no, he'd really die if that happened! You can't wake up yet!! But the game-! The dungeon run-!! The loot!!! What can he do?! There's no way he can ruin this 'straight-out-of-an-anime' moment!!!

Levi's never been one to miss a chance to game, so why was he so conflicted?! Now he was thinking that maybe he could just reschedule the match? Besides, when was the next time he might get to see your sleeping face so close to his own? He wonders if he could sneak in a picture or two...

Satan

Satan's entire room, albeit cluttered, has a cozy vibe. Just the way he likes, as a man who prefers to keep calm and indulge in the wonders of books. And he's invited you over to indulge with him, per usual

Though he'll admit it IS a little late, so he understands that you're sleepy. It doesn't even surprise him when you slump against his arm from your position next to him, the book on your lap sliding to the ground.

As much as it pains him to see the book fall like that, he quickly realizes he can't bend down to grab it, or you'll wake up.

And he hasn't had a chance to really look closely at your sleeping expression, so he has to get his priorities in order. He could get that boom later, anyway.

He laughs at you, and how easily you've fallen asleep. Why didn't you just tell him you were tired? He’d walk you back to your room so you could sleep. Yet you wanted to spend time with him so badly that you pushed through?

He closes his book and leans his head against yours with a soft sigh. Peaceful days like this were all he could ever ask for. He wished he had a spell to preserve this moment forever.

Asmo

Helloooo? Are you even listening anymore?? He was in the middle of telling you about the time Beel ate his entire collection of bath bombs, and you fell asleep right on his lap!

Probably because he was making you lay there while he dabbed products onto your face. "This one is a great toner. Doesn't it smell good? And this moisturizer here is sooo creamy!"

He can't help but notice how peaceful you look laying there, fast asleep. He could just eat you up! Catch him leaning in to kiss you a million times, wondering if you'll wake up.

He's gotta put that kissing on hold when he realizes he has a photo shoot to get to in an hour! He'd need every single minute to get himself ready of course, so he needed to start now. The only problem was... you. On his lap.

He can't get up or he’d be cruelly abandoning his precious MC! And there was no way he’d be that heartless. But that photo shoot was pretty important... How else would he give the devildom its dose of his gorgeous face???

Cue Satan coming in and finding Asmo doing his skin care on his bed, straining to see his reflection in the far away vanity mirror... all so he wouldn't disturb a hair on your adorable little head.

Beel

Beel had asked if you'd lay on his back for extra weight while he did his planks, but he never expected you to fall asleep there. Belphie does the same thing sometimes, so he's no stranger to having to stay still for someone else's sake.

The warmth of your form draped over his back makes him smile, and he wonders if you're cozy laying like that. Wasn't his back kind of hard?

He was fine with waiting until you woke up, since being stuck in a plank for an unknown amount of time would be a great workout, what wasn't so great was the gnawing of hunger slowly starting to creep up on him.

Beel was hungry. Starving, even. And he was stuck because you fell asleep on him. He tried muttering a soft "MC, wake up" as a means to gently wake you, but when you didn't budge, he wondered if he might die like this.

The longer he waited, the more his hunger built. It was five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty, and then- he lost it.

You wake up to being suddenly dumped onto the cold floor, and you only catch a glimpse of the avatar of gluttony rushing off to empty the fridge of its contents.

He'll apologize when he's full, okay? He promises he loves you, but his hunger is no joke. Promises to treat you to Madam Scream's later as an apology.

Belphie

Not unexpected that you'd fall asleep while in Belphie's care. He had a knack for that sort of thing, bringing the air around him to a sleepy halt and making your eyes heavy with that smooth voice of his.

You were listening to him talk about the old days, when he and Beel would sneak away from their brothers to have their own adventures. Then the next thing you knew, you were drifting off to sleep.

Belphie immediately noticed when your head leaned against his hand; he’d been toying around with your hair and occasionally stroking your cheeks. This was one of those moments he didn't feel like bullying you, after all.

But now he kind of does. You were so innocent, and so vulnerable right now! He could tickle you awake at any moment and you wouldn't be able to stop him at all... Though he doesn't.

He instead looks up when the door opens and Beel pops into the bedroom to ask if Belphie can help him find his jacket. There's no way he’d deny his brother, sooo sorry mc. He hesitates for two seconds, but he's leaving you.

Belphie is a sleep expert, and that includes his mastery of the art of not waking people up, so somehow he's managed to carefully maneuver around you so you're still fast asleep.

Leaves you with a little kiss and tucks you into his bed. He'll come tickle you to death later 💕

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

#I just like to think that the kid just carries weapons with them in their bag #But they never use the weapons for what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for #Like- MC: Oh yea this is meant for pulling out teeth but it’s big and heavy enough that I can just clobber someone with it #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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lovelytaes-blog · 3 years

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colours (2) - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): angst, unprotected sex (safe sex is sexy, pls be safe), heavy making out, orgasm denial, oral (f. receiving), fingering, missionary, dry humping, exhibitionism (just a splash lol), mature language (cussing), dirty talk, cream pie.

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11:02 10.14.21 Mi-ha❣: are y’all ready??? If I don’t leave soon, Joon’s gnna tag me with Yoonie, and mama needs to get away ))):

11:06 10.14.21 Rae-Rae: yah! Tell Joon to suck it up and give Yoonie some juice to cope with your absence.

11:07 10.14.21 Haru bby: @Rae, Yoonie doesn’t even like juice, what kinda aunt are you wtf

11:14 10.14.21 Hyunnnna: lmfao, chill tf out, are you ready @y/n? We’re almost at your house???

11:23 10.14.21 Seung: wait, Yuna’s getting y/n???

11:25 10.14.21 Sarang: smh, didn’t we talk about this already? I was getting Mi-ha, Haru and Rae. Hyuna is getting you and Y/n.

11:26 10.14.21 Seung: OHHHH, shit that’s right LOL.

11:37 10.14.21 Y/n: SORRY, I just finished! I’m good to go!

You slipped your phone in your pocket as you waited by your window to watch out for Sarang.

The girls and you had planned a date together to do some shopping and lunch. Mi-ha had thought it’d be a great idea to get your mind off of a certain man that had your mind in jumbles. It’s been a few weeks now, and there was still no contact from Taehyung, and you hadn’t really been hanging out with everyone, other than just the girls; you really weren’t in the mood to see him, especially seeing as he made no effort to talk to you at all, or follow up on making it up to you, so why should you?

To say that you were disappointed was an understatement, you wanted nothing more than for Taehyung to text you or to come drop by your work like he had done in the past, but of course, that was just wishful thinking.

Seeing a red car pull up and a ping sounding from your phone, you assumed that it was Hyuna, you rushed out of your apartment, the door slamming shut behind you, as you rushed down to the entrance where two cars waited out front for you.

“Let’s go, chica!!!” Hyuna called rolling down her window, as the rest of the girls cheered with your arrival. Climbing in the car, Hyuna smiles at you through the rear-view mirror, and you all headed for the mall.

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“Wait—” Seung leans forward, “Y/n already knew Tae?”

Once all of you had finished shopping, you all headed to lunch, a little shop that had a variety of home cooked Korean foods. It was a fun day, you couldn’t deny that, but you dreaded the idea of attending lunch, since you knew what the topic of conversation would be. The girls weren’t stupid, and you were sure Mi-ha would’ve informed them of your sudden leave at Yoon-ji’s party. So, when Sarang had asked you if there was something going on between you and Taehyung—you allowed yourself to tell them exactly what you had told Mi-ha.

“Yeah…” You mumbled sipping water, as the rest of the girls stared at you in awe.

“No wonder it was so awkward!” Rae states, “You could cut the tension with a knife!”

“But Aera was so excited to see you?” You turned to look at Haru, “She adores you; you know?” You quietly nodded at the girls, unsure of what else to say. The rest of the girls gave you a sad smile, but you shrugged it off, “It’s okay, it’s whatever.” Picking at your food, you continued to shovel pieces of japchae into your mouth.

“He’s not with anyone, Y/n…” Hyuna reassures you, “and he’s definitely not trying to bring Aera’s mother into their lives again, I can promise you that.” She gently grips your shoulder, giving it a squeeze and a small grin. Returning her sweet smile, you nodded your head with a shrug.

“I’m okay now, I promise.” You whispered, but enough for the whole table to hear, “Just not getting my hopes up again.” Nodding at the rest of the girls, you excused yourself to head towards the washroom, leaving the rest of the girls to talk amongst themselves while they wait for you.

“I can’t help but feel like,” Seung pauses, “Like they’re meant to be. When was the last time Taehyung had spoken to a woman? Let alone let her meet Aera?”

“That’s not the same thing, Seung,” Mi-ha interrupts, “Aera met her at a park, then she met Tae. He didn’t exactly have a choice in whether or not Aera would meet her.”

Haru tsked, “Right, but Taehyung didn’t have to continue texting her.”

“He also didn’t have to drop by the studio and bring her his favorite cookies.” Rae added, “Regardless, I really think that these two need to get together…” Rae’s face scrunches as she whips out her phone as the rest of the girls groaned, “What?”

“You’re plotting…” Mi-ha glares, “I can sense it…” Rae giggles before taking a quick look around and leaning into the center of the table, motioning for the rest of the girls to do the same.

When you rounded the corner, you saw the girls all straightening up and sending you wide grins. You cautiously walked towards your table and stared at the rest of the girls, Rae in particular because she was sporting a mischievous aura, that you weren’t sure you’d like.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Mi-ha snickers, while Haru bites her lip from grinning, and the rest of the girls smirk in your direction.

“How do you feel about amusement parks?”

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“Go round?” Mujin asks as he tugs on Rae’s hand, gesturing towards the carousal, “Mommy, go round!” He pouts looking up at Rae.

“Okay, just hold on Muji.” Rae picks up the little boy, “We have to wait for everyone first, okay?” Mujin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth before nodding sadly as he rests his head on her shoulders.

When the girls has asked what you thought of amusement parks, you didn’t actually think that you were going to head there right after lunch, with the boys and the kids. Arriving at the park, and still oblivious, you were somewhat excited. You hadn’t been to the park in such a long time, that you were ready to become a child again for the remainder of the day. However, you were surprised to see a familiar set of boys and children, running around the entrance of the park, only for you to stare at the girls with furrowed brows, all of them giving you a sheepish grin.

You had been waiting inside the park for everyone to get a wristband, the last people at the entrance were Mi-ha, Joon, and Yoonie, and once they entered, you could feel your heart jump in excitement. Peering around, you hadn’t seen a certain little family, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed. Regardless of the mishap between you and Taehyung, you did miss Aera’s presence, and his too, but you weren’t about to tell anyone that.

“Where to first?” Namjoon asks as he holds Yoon-ji’s hand.

“Go round!” Mujin exclaims struggling to get out of his mom’s hold, squirming and huffing in frustration, “go round!”.

Jin laughs at the little boy, “Okay Muji, let’s go to the go round!” Jin wheels the twin’s in their little wagon heading towards the marry-go-round, with Nari and Yoon-ji trailing closely behind.

“Ah, sorry Soomi,” Hyuna coos at the squirming one-year old as she attempts to get out of her own mother’s arm to follow her older cousins, “you’re too small, sweets. How about we go on to the playground?” Soomi’s face immediately lightens up as she hears the word playground, earning a giggle from Jimin.

“Wait where’s—” Jungkook begins but was stopped immediately by a familiar voice.

“There you guys are!” Turning around you see Taehyung jogging towards the remaining people of your group, Aera tightly holding onto his hand.

“Tae! Where were you guys?” Hobi asks, leaning in for a hug.

“We were by the carousel, Jin-hyung said the rest of you guys were near the entrance!” Taehyung’s eyes drifted away from Hobi’s to find yours. You felt your heart stop briefly before he gave you a small grin. However, being the spiteful bitch you were, sometimes, your eyes averted from his to look at the scenery behind him; you could almost feel the immediate frown the etched it’s way onto his handsome face as you brushed aside his attempt to get your attention.

“Hi, Ms. Y/n!!!” You suddenly feel little arms wrap themselves around your legs, only to be greeted with the same familiar boxy grin.

“Hello Aera,” You squat down to the little girl’s height, “How’ve you been?” Aera clasps her hands together, her eyes in crescents as she stares at you.

“Gwood!” She states, playing with her pigtails, “Miss you…” She trails off, nervously swaying, “Daddy n' me go studio, two Satudays, but you not dehw…” This was news to you.

It was true, you hadn’t been to your studio for the past few Saturdays, opting to just work at home with the gallery pieces that needed to be worked on, you decided that Mi-ha could run the classes; on top of that, you really didn’t want to risk running into Taehyung… You weren’t ready yet, you weren’t ready now, but it seems that life had other plans.

“Daddy aways gets sad when he dwop me off,” Aera whispers to you, “I tink he want to see you, but you jus never dawe.” Aera peers around her to see that her father wasn’t paying attention to her, but rather to Namjoon, so she continues.

“Want to see you too…” She trails off with a pout that made your heart break. You didn’t realize that the little girl had grown that much of a liking towards you, and selfishly you avoided her like the plague because you couldn’t face the humiliation of seeing her father.

How could you do such a thing like that to the sweetest three-year-old?

“I’m sorry Aera,” You whispered, pulling her in for a hug, “How about I take you on some rides? Do you like bumper cars? We can get some cotton candy too.” You watched as her eyes drift up towards you with a gleeful smile, returning your hug.

“Can ask Daddy? He want to come too!” Before you could persuade her that you wanted her to yourself, she bounced out of your grasp and towards the angelic man that stood only a few feet away. You watched her tug on her father’s leg, as she flails her arms with a grin on her face. You couldn’t help but noticed Taehyung’s uncomfortable expression with what you could only assume was Aera asking her father to join the two of you. Feeling your palms becoming sweaty, shifting on your feet, and looking at anywhere but him, you heard the sound of shoes hitting the pavement.

“Uhm—” His baritone voice filled your ears, “Aera insisted that I join you two… I hope that’s okay.” You could hear how his voice becoming quieter as he talked, probably feeling just as awkward as you.

“Y-yeah…” You hesitantly tuck a strand of your hair behind your ears, still avoiding his gaze, “you’re her dad after all.”

“Go, go!” Aera escapes her dad’s grasp and lunged for your hand, dragging you towards the bumper cars, “We go bump car!” Giggling to yourself, you allowed the little girl to pull you towards her choice of ride, with Taehyung tailing behind the two of you.

In a perfect world, this is the sight Taehyung wanted to see; You and his entire world getting along perfectly, in such harmony, almost as if you were Aera’s mother. In a perfect world, you and Taehyung would’ve been together since the first he met you in the park, you two would be happy and raising Aera together. In a perfect world, you and Taehyung would be living in his home, waking up next to each other every morning, kissing you every chance he got, spending time with you and Aera, just the three of you, like the little family he’d always dreamed of having. In this short amount of time, you had clouded his thoughts every single day since that one fateful day in the park, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you, to hold your hand, to show you off to the whole world; but this wasn’t a perfect world and because Taehyung was such a coward, too scared to approach you, he wasn’t sure if he was capable of achieving that dream anymore, especially with the way you had done your absolute best to avoid him.

Taehyung hadn’t heard from you in weeks; you left his messages unanswered and on read, so he left you alone. He was a man, you couldn’t fault him for that, normally when a woman ignored text messages, and avoided eye contact, Taehyung’s initial reaction was to give them space. So, that’s what he did with you. He knows he should’ve told you about the situation with Aera’s mother sooner, but he was scared… It’s been a while since he had a woman in his life, let alone a woman in Aera’s life. Taehyung was scared that his little girl adored you too quickly, he’s never seen her warmup to someone so fast, hell, Aera didn’t even warm up to her own biological mother like that; but even more so, Taehyung was scared of how attached he got to you in such little time. You and him had been texting ever since the park situation, carried on for weeks, he visited you at your job on a day you weren’t expecting and surprised you with cookies. He was looking forward to the Saturday, the one he promised to drop off Aera at, but his plans were skewed when he remembered that Aera’s mother and he were due to talk. Taehyung knew he should’ve texted you earlier, he couldn’t imagine how you had felt, but then, you never responded to his text messages. Then you were at Yoon-ji’s party. He had wanted to talk to you then, he truly did, but it was too hard to approach you with everyone around, and you hadn’t given him a second glance when you had distanced yourself from him, opting to hang out with Mi-ha and the other girls; and then you left. He wanted so badly to go after you, to explain what had happened, but he didn’t know how. Although tonight, he knew he needed to talk to you, he wanted you and him to work, even though you two have only known each other for a little over a month, he wanted to make it right. He owed you that much.

Taehyung shook his head to rid him of the nervousness he was feeling and his eyes scanned the people on the bumper cars, his eyes falling on you and Aera in a pretty purple car with white flowers on it. His heart swelled at the sight; his little girl squealing as she drove the vehicle, hitting other people as your bright smile and laugh filled his senses. Without thinking, Taehyung searches for his phone and quickly snaps a picture at the two of you; a perfect shot, your head thrown back beautifully, hair blowing gently in the breeze, your eyes almost shut, mid-laugh and Aera with the same boxy grin that she inherited from him as she stares at you with admiration clouding her eyes. Smiling down at his phone, he quickly locks it, and ventures his way towards the two of you.

When the ride finishes, you gently help Aera out of the little car and walked towards the entrance. Taehyung had the widest grin on his face as he stared at the little human beside you, who had dropped your hand as she ran towards her father’s opened arms, screeching with excitement.

“Daddy, daddy!” Aera shouts, “You see me? I dwove caw, yike you!” Taehyung’s beautiful laugh filled your ears as you drew closer to the little family. The golden tanned man presses his lips against his little girl’s temple, peppering more on her cheeks, before spinning her around.

“I sure did, flower.” He coos against her chubby cheeks, earning a giggle from her.

Your heart warmed at his daughter’s nickname. You hadn’t heard him call her that before… Then again, you haven’t spoken a whole lot in the last week or so…

“Thank you for taking her…” You hear Taehyung say. You gently look up from the grown to meet his hazel eyes. You hummed, nodding.

“There you are!” Seung runs towards the three of you, “Aera, sweets, do you want to get some cotton candy?” After hearing the name of the sweet confectionary, Aera was pushing her arms against her dad trying to get away from him. Thrashing and whining until Taehyung lets her go, her legs carry her towards Seung and the rest of your friends.

“Mind if we take her for a bit, Tae?” Yoongi asks as Nari clutches her dad’s neck. You suddenly felt nervous as Tae stiffly nods and your heart rate begins to pick up, “Great! Catch you two later!” Before you could ask to join, the group leaves the two of you by yourselves, and the awkwardness in the air suffocates you.

“May—Can we talk, y/n?” Taehyung’s voice wavers. You want to say no, you had nothing to say to him, but he sounded sincere, sounded like he was troubled. When you didn’t say anything, Taehyung sighs, standing right in front of you, “How are you?”

You scoffed crossing your arms, “Just dandy.” You begin to walk, feeling Taehyung hot on your trail as you headed towards a little gazebo tucked away in the back of the park; secluded and quiet, you sit down turning your head in the opposite direction of Taehyung, facing the park and watching families giggle, children smiling, and mother and fathers staring at their mini’s with grins and love.

“Y/n,” Taehyung whispers, “Listen, I wanted to apologize for standing you up last time, Aera’s mother—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” You turn to glare at him, “You can do whatever you want. You should’ve at least told me that Aera’s mother was still in the picture, so that I could save myself the heartache.” You snapped. Taehyung winces at your harsh tone, trying to reach out for your hand, but you tugged it away.

“Please y/n.” Taehyung desperately asks, “Please just—hear me out, okay? I just want to explain what happened.”

You know you shouldn’t give in so easily; you know you should put up a better fight, but something in his eyes made you want to let your guards down again, however, the other half of you wants nothing more than to get up and walk away, but alas, Taehyung had a great way with guilting you into listening.

“Fine,” You groan, “You have 10 minutes, Kim.”

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“Flower, please,” Taehyung groans as his daughter squirms in the seat beside him, “We’ll leave soon okay?”

She was late. Not that it surprised Taehyung at all, his ex-girlfriend was forgetful about anything and everything; not that Taehyung was good at remembering things either, especially when it involves his past. To what does he owe this woman other than blessing his life for the better with his beautiful daughter; his entire world that was seated right next to him. What had she done to deserve the title of being Aera’s mother when she hasn’t been there for the both of them since the day she was born, walking out, and leaving Taehyung by himself to raise a baby at just 21 years of age, when his career at Gucci was just taking off?

“Daddy, go.” Aera pouts with sad eyes, staring up at her father.

“I know flower, we’ll leave soon.” Taehyung reassures the restless toddler, trying to sway her by taking out her little toys that he keeps in her backpack that he brings with them everywhere. Aera sighs to herself as she becomes distracted playing with the toy.

“Taehyung.” The voice that used to give him butterflies says, taking a seat in front of him and his child. Glancing away from his daughter who was easily distracted by her toy to notice the woman in front of her.

“Isla.” Taehyung replies equally as coldly, “You’re late.”

The woman, ‘Isla’, rolls her eyes, grabbing the water glass in front of her and taking a sip, “I’m aware. I had other things to attend to.” It was Taehyung’s turn to roll his eyes.

“We agreed to 9 o’clock sharp,” Taehyung gestures to his watch, “It’s 10.” He says strictly shaking his head, “Would it kill you to be on time for once.” Taehyung wasn’t mad per-say, but he wasn’t pleased either, but again, this wasn’t anything new if it involves Isla.

“Is this her?” Isla gestures to the little girl with pigtails poking out of her head. Taehyung glances down at the unbothered little girl, and just like her dad, she was very zoned out with playing.

Taehyung hums, “Yeah, this is Aera.” Aera’s eyes look up at her father at the mention of her name, and only then did she take notice of the lady in front of her. Taehyung could already see how uncomfortable his flower started to feel; Aera did this thing with her hands, clenching and unclenching when she feels uncomfortable, and she scooted closer to her dad.

“Here.” Taehyung slips the documents towards Isla, who purses her lips as she reads over the document cover.

“You’re serious about this?” Isla asks cocking an eyebrow, “She’s my child too, Taehyung.”

“Just because she shares half your chromosomes, doesn’t mean she’s yours if you haven’t been there to take care of her after she was born,” Taehyung seethed, “If anything, the boys’ wives are more of a mother figure than you are.”

Isla shrugs, defeated, “You’re right, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you or her, when you both needed me.” Taehyung eyes her wearily, unsure whether or not to believe her. “I am sorry, Taehyung; I know you might not believe me, but with my new fiancé, I’ve grown up and what I put you two through,” She pauses glancing at the little girl, “It’s unacceptable and I know that.” She clutches the legal documents in her hands, “I’ll sign them, and give them to you as soon as they are.”

Taehyung lets out a breath of relief, “Thank you.” He says wrapping his arm around his daughter.

“Have you found someone to fill the role?” Isla asks, nothing in her voice held jealousy, but rather hope that her ex-love had found someone that could treat him right, someone who could give him enough love for both of them; for him and his daughter.

Taehyung was quiet, did he have someone? His mind automatically thought about you; thought about how pretty your smile was, the way your hair cascaded down your face, how you showed Aera so much affection. Smiling to himself, his eyes gazed down to the floor, “You could say that.”

Isla gives him a genuine smile, “I’m happy for you, really. You both deserve it.” And Taehyung nods with a grin. Glancing at his watch, and Aera sitting quietly beside him, Taehyung’s eyes bulges out of his eyes.

11:10, shit.

“Fuck,” Taehyung hissed under his breath, taking out his phone and sending texts to you in a hurried manner.

11:10am 09.04.21 You: I’m so sorry, Y/n, Aera really wanted to attend today, but I had forgotten that Aera and I had breakfast with her mother today at the same time ):

11:11am 09.04.21 You: I was going to text you earlier, but we were in a rush and I completely forgot to tell you.

11:11am 09.04.21 You: I’m really sorry… Next week??

11:13am 09.04.21 You: You’re probably still with the kids… Text me when you get these? Aera and I would really love to make it up to you.

Seen.

Sighing, Taehyung feels his heavy heart staring at ‘seen’ receipt, and he knows you’re upset.

“I’m sorry, Isla, thank you for meeting me and being so understanding… If you could get these to me as soon as possible, that’d be great. Aera and I need to get to a party.” Taehyung slips his phone in his pocket, cleaning up Aera’s area and carrying her in his arms.

“No problem, again, sorry for being late…” Isla says regretfully. Taehyung shrugs it off.

“It’s no problem… I’ll see you when you drop off the signed papers.” With that Taehyung leaves the restaurant quickly, strapping Aera into her car seat and speeding towards Mi-ha and Joon’s for Yoon-ji’s birthday party.

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You stared at Taehyung who was out of breath. You suddenly felt bad for not allowing him to explain to you what really happened between him and his daughter’s mom, but it really wasn’t your business anyways, so why would you pry?

“Isla also cheated on me…” Taehyung trails off, causing you to gasp, “It was shortly after she gave birth the Aera, we were already on the rocks before she was born, so it wasn’t a huge shock to me…” You felt for him. You really did, you scooted closer to the man as he played with his fingers. “It really is okay though; I think it was for the better… We’d argue every night and she was just neglecting her responsibilities of being a new mom… So, me having custody over Aera, just—” Taehyung pauses, “it just makes sense.”

You nodded, “And Aera is okay with that? Are you really okay with that?”

Taehyung hesitates, meeting your eyes for the first time tonight where you didn’t pull away, “I—Yeah, I am… Isla also said that she’ll happily sign it and hopes that my next girlfriend has enough love for both me and Aera… Something she couldn’t give.” Your heart swoons at how sweet his ex seemed, you hadn’t met anyone who seemed so genuine with wanting nothing but the best for their child and ex, even if it meant that she no longer gets to have the mother title.

You reached out to place a hand on his, “You’ve done really well without Isla, Tae…” You trail off, “I’m here for you too, by the way… I know we hadn’t talked in a while but thank you for opening up to me and letting me in…” Taehyung’s eyes soften at your connected hands, both of you close, staring deeply into each others’ eyes. It felt as if there was a gravitating pull between you two; Taehyung inching closer to you, eyes dropping down to your lips and back up. You could feel your heart racing at how close he was, your legs bouncing up and down at how nervous you were feeling, your mind racing at how soft his lips looked and how much you wanted to kiss him.

Is it wrong to want to feel his lips against yours?

Taehyung inches closer, and your eyes shut leaning in as well, and in less than a second, your lips collided with his.

They were soft, plush, and inviting. Your lips moving against his rhythmically, almost as if you both were meant to happen, that you both were meant to kiss right at this moment, any time sooner wouldn’t measure up to how you were feeling; like you were on cloud nine, like you were on top of the world. Taehyung’s hand presses against the back of your neck, deepening the kiss between the two of you, his other hand pushing on the small of your back, pressing you to sit on his lap, which you happily agreed to. Throwing your legs across his sculpted thighs and settling comfortably on him. Feeling bold, you swipe his bottom lip with your tongue, teasing him as he chases it with his own, gently slipping his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. Feeling Taehyung roll his hips against you, you can’t help but moan and the intimate action, Taehyung groaning as well and gripping your hips tighter to press his bulge against you.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you press your forehead against Taehyung’s who was already staring at you, out of breath. Sitting in comfortable silence, he leans forward to peck your lips a couple more times before leaning back and watching you. Your face heats up with embarrassment, as you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry—” You squeak, trying to get off his lap, but his grip on your doesn’t falter.

“Don’t—I, I wanted to.” He whispers, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your hips, “I’ve wanted to for a while now…” He states sheepishly. Before the two of you could lean in for another kiss, you both were interrupted with his phone going off. Groaning to himself, Taehyung’s hand leaves the small of your back to fish out his phone from his pocket.

22:02 10.14.21 Kookie: We’ll take Aera tonight, you two enjoy yourselves (;

Choking on your own tongue, you reread the message to ensure that you were reading right. Meeting Taehyung’s eyes that held a mischievous glint, he smirks.

“Shall we take this back to mine then?”

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Stumbling in the foyer of his home, Taehyung chucks his keys in a bowl the rested next to the door, kicking it shut and locking it blindly as his lips trail hot kisses down your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you into the nearest wall. Gently sucking on your collarbones, Taehyung shrugs off his jacket hastily, dropping it to the floor, and you doing the same with your outwear.

“T-Tae,” You moan, but Taehyung continues to lavish your neck, sucking harshly occasionally, and trailing his lips up your neck to your mouth.

“Let me make you feel good, let me make it up to you.” He mumbles against your lips, kicking his shoes off and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, leading you blindly to his bedroom. The kisses never ended, and you knew you didn’t want it to, the sexual attraction you had for this man was skyrocketing, and it seemed that he felt the same way.

Taehyung shuts his door and drops you onto his large bed, quickly undoing the buttons of your blouse, and chucking it onto the floor, only to do the same with his t-shirt. Slipping a hand down your front, you unbutton your jeans, wiggling out of them and throwing it onto the floor to join the rest of your joint clothing.

Taehyung was beautiful. His honey-colored skin graced your eyes and his abs tensed as you ran your fingers down them to hesitantly unbuckle his belt. Looking back up to his eyes, almost seeking permission, Taehyung leans down to capture your lips again, giving you the go ahead. Taehyung groans when the confines of his jeans freed his hardened length that still strained against his boxers. Trailing his lips down your neck towards your covered breasts, Taehyung peers up to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“May I?” Nodding vigorously, Taehyung happily reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to fall freely. He was quick to latch his lips onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth harshly, tonguing the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the pleasurable feeling of his mouth on you; it only made you wonder more of what his tongue would feel like inside you. Almost as if he could read your mind, Taehyung’s tongue circle your other nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting gently on it, before he leaves kisses on your skin, stopping just underneath your navel.

“Is this okay?” He sounded breathless meeting your gaze. You watched intently before nodding, “Words, y/n. I need to hear you say it’s okay for me to-to touch you.” You bite your lip, your heart swelling at how considerate he was being.

“Yes, Taehyung. Please…” You whimper, “Please touch me.”

He groans before pressing his lips against your covered clit, flattening his tongue and running it up your slit, collecting some of your wetness on his tongue, ruining your panties. Feeling yourself becoming wetter than you were, you hissed as Taehyung slowly hooks his fingers between your panties and dragging them down your legs, pressing wet kisses here and there. When he flings your useless piece of clothing to the ground, he presses his hand against your knees to spread you a part for him. Taehyung lets out another groan of satisfaction as he eyes your dripping center, his mouth watering.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispers pressing a kiss to your opening that had you clenching, covering your mouth to prevent you from moaning to loudly, Tae’s hand shoots up to grab them, interlacing your fingers and pressing them to your sides, “No, I want to hear you, baby.” Pressing a harder kiss against your opening, you let out a whine, a plea.

“Can-can I taste you, love?” He sounded hesitant, his eyes not knowing whether to gaze at you, or continue to admire how pretty and swollen your cunt was. Your mind was hazy, so clouded with pleasure and lust.

“Please.” You whimpered out, and Taehyung dove in. His nose pressing beautifully to your swollen nub, as he tongues your entrance, gathering your slick and trailing his tongue to suckle your clit. Pressing harder against his face, Taehyung traps your hands to your side, as he continues to tease your sopping hole, and when you least expect it, he’s pushing his tongue inside you, moaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around his wet muscle.

“Oh—”You whine, your back lifting off the mattress, and Taehyung’s mouth curls into a smirk, continuing to eat you out. You couldn’t help but harshly thrust your hips into his hot mouth, your head lolling to the side with how good Taehyung was making you feel. You suddenly feel his cold finger rubbing against your slit, his tongue giving your clit harsh licks.

“May I?” Taehyung whispers into your pussy, the tip of his finger teasing your entrance, causing your legs to spread wider.

“Mhm,” You hummed, Taehyung’s finger circles your hole a couple more times before he sinks it in, burying his finger inside your tight walls, earning a loud gasp from you. You already felt so full… How were you going to handle his cock?

Taehyung grunts feeling how tight you felt around his finger, his hips grinding down on his bed, needing some type of friction. But what kind of man would he be if he didn’t let you cum first?

“Holy shit—” He’s in a daze, Taehyung was no saint, he’s been with his fair share of women during his time, but he swore that no one felt as good as you. Pushing his finger in and out, he sighs contently as your pussy sucks him in with every thrust of his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel your walls clench around his length, he’d waited so long for this.

“Fuck, need to stretch you out baby.” Tonguing your clit again, he sucks on it harshly as he presses a second finger in your hole, gently easing it into you. Taehyung bites his lip at how tight your walls were for him, trying to contain his excitement, he slowly continues his administration on you, wanting to stretch you out gently.

“Oh, fuck, Tae—” You choke back a sob, gripping his one hand tighter, as you felt the knot in your stomach, “Pl-please, I need to—”

“Already?” Taehyung smirks thrusting his fingers into you faster, “C’mon, baby, can you cum for me? Soak my fingers, yeah?”

Absolutely fucked out of your mind, you whimper feeling your high coming closer and closer, but Taehyung never let up. His tongue licked your clit harder, sucking onto your nub, his fingers pushing in and out of you at such speed that had your legs shaking. You had never felt this good with anyone, and god, did Taehyung know how to please a woman.

“I’m close—fuck Tae, yes.” You screamed, “I have to—Taehyung.”

“Let go, I got you, I got you baby.” Cumming around his fingers, Taehyung licks up your arousal and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Your wetness dripping down his chin and getting on his sheets, you continued to ride his face to ride out your high. The sound of your heavy breathing and Taehyung sucking your clit, are the only things being heard within his bedroom.

“Was that good?” Taehyung leaves your swollen lips and hovers over you, his chin glistening in your wetness, as the moonlight shines through the room.

“More than good.” You giggle clasping your hands around his neck to bring his lips to yours. Kissing his lips softly, you allow yourself to melt into it. Feeling his plushy lips against yours, molding together as one, you feel sparks fly around the two of you. His large hands trail down your body, brushing his fingertips down your sides. Pulling away from your lips, Taehyung stares down at you with a doting gaze, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you want to?” His question echoes throughout the quiet room. You reach up to stroke his curly bangs out of his face, giving him another passionate kiss.

“Of course, I do.” You whisper, nudging your nose against his. Your fingertips brush down his hard abdomen, gently pushing off his boxers to free his hardened length. Hissing at the cold air hitting his bare lower region, Taehyung’s thick length slaps against your mound, earning a startled gasp from you. Tugging harshly at his hard on, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut.

“You’re positive?” He grits out, his lustful gaze finds yours, almost unable to control himself, he tugs harshly, sliding his cock up and down your slit, awaiting your response.

“Yes, Tae, please.” You whimper, feeling the bulbous tip protruding your entrance. Almost growling, Taehyung pushes past your tight walls and sinks his cock into you. His eyes squeezing shut, clenching his fists in the sheets to prevent himself from roughly slamming into you. You felt amazing. So wet, and so tight, just for him.

“Are you okay? C-can I—oh fuck!” Taehyung grunts as you thrust your hips up to push him as deep as he could go. It was no surprise to you with how long and thick Taehyung was, you knew he’d struggle fitting in you with how big he is, but you didn’t think he’d feel this good. He filled you to the brim, much bigger than anyone you had ever been with before, and he stretched you out just enough—his girth hurting you so good. Rolling your hips into his, Taehyung finally has the confidence to draw his hips back and slams it into yours, driving his cock in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Oh, shit, you feel so good.” Stumbling forward, Taehyung latches on your neck, sucking his marks into your skin, painting your neck with pinks and purples that will surely be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow morning. His thrusts becomes harder and quicker, snapping his hips whenever you let out a breathy whimper against his ear. Clutching onto the nape of his neck, swirling your fingers around the loose strands of his curls, you wrap your legs tighter around him.

“Feelin—fuck sakes—feeling good?” He grunts peppering more kisses along your jaw, pressing his tongue to massage your flesh.

“So, so good, Tae” Kissing his neck, biting his sensitive skin that earns a growl from him, “I’m—shit—I need to—”

“No,” Taehyung says sternly, “Not yet, wanna feel you more.” His thrusts becomes faster, rocking and grinding against your puffy cunt, your arousal dripping down his hard cock. The feel of him inside you, completely raw, felt way too good. You never wanted it to end, but you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded with the immense amount of pleasure.

“So, so close, baby,” He pecks your cheeks grunting, “Just a little longer baby, almost there.” His once gentle and steady thrusts became sloppy and hurried, his hips slamming into you harsher, your head almost slamming against the headboard with how powerful his thrusts were, but Taehyung had placed his hands around your head to prevent you from actually hitting it; a cute gesture that surely made your heart swoon. Choking out a sob at the denied orgasm, you whimpered out a plea that had Taehyung thrusting harder into you, chasing his own high.

“Oh my god, right there!” You winced when the tip of his needy cock grazed your special spot.

“Fuck, c’mon baby, cum for me again. Cum around my cock.” His breathy moans make your stomach clench at how sexy he sounded, his voice going down at least four octaves.

You both moan into the room, groans and the slapping of skin echoes, and Taehyung was thankful that Jungkook had taken Aera for the night, otherwise he wouldn’t be getting off…

Feeling you clench around his cock made Taehyung crazy, he was growling into your ear, continuing his rough thrusts, feeling his stomach clench at the familiar feeling of his high, and wincing when you scratch his back as you hit yours. You were seeing white; the burning feeling of your high rushing through your body making your toes curl, you whimper his name as he, too, feels his climax approaching. You were clenching so deliciously around him, that he could no longer keep it in, and he came undone inside you. Stuffing his cock deep inside you, you feel him twitch and the warm sensation of his climax coating your walls. Grinding and rolling your hips up to meet his shallow thrusts as he empties himself inside you, causes you to whimper at the overstimulation. Taehyung falls forward and cages you in his arms, rolling onto his back and bringing you onto his chest, kissing the side of your temple, and cuddling you close.

Wrapped up in each other’s arms, you began tracing random shapes on him, his breathing slowing down, dragging his fingertips down your arms. It was a comfortable silence, the faint sound of crickets could be heard just outside his window, as the moon beams its light into the dark room. The smell of sex and sweat filled your noses, but you could care less.

“Tired?” Taehyung asks after a while; your eyes were heavy, but you didn’t want this moment to end. You hummed against his chest, snuggling deeper, intertwining your legs together, you couldn’t help but bask in the warmth Taehyung was emitting. He holds you closer, resting his head against yours.

Even though you weren’t sure what the two of you were exactly, you knew you liked him very much, and after tonight, there was no doubt in your mind that he felt something for you too. Your eyes finally close, allowing you to dive into your dream world, the last thing that you hear is the sound of Taehyung’s heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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venenatd · 3 years

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umm so ignore if it’s weird but i can’t stop thinking about eren x armin x reader starting a fwb situation where eren is more on the dom side while armin and reader are more subby and they all interact with each other (like eremin x reader kinda thing)

help it’s 11am here i need to chill😭

hummunaaaah the dream tbh. i got so fuckin’ carried away with this idea i want to write a full on fic of like build up and sTUFF BUT JUST HAVE THIS I WROTE 1K+ WORDS AND I DID NOT MEAN TO??? eren ordering you and armin around aohdsfjsgl goodbye

warnings; threesome, alcohol, friends w/ benefits, choking briefly mentioned, f!bodied reader, she/her used, creampie, unprotected sex (dom!Eren, and more sub!Armin / reader)

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18+, minors dni. reblogs appreciated!

Armin Arlert, Eren Jaeger and you. You’ve been thick as thieves for years, finding each other in high school and somehow continuing your friendship up until university. There’s always been the question from friends and family about you liking one of them. Who’d have thought it’d be both?

You don’t know it but Armin and Eren regularly talk about you. It’s just ‘boy talk’, and it starts as protective. Commenting about what guy you’re currently talking to. Then, without much intention, it quickly falls to possessive. No one is good enough for you.

They do genuinely care for you, they love how your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. They adore how honest and open you are; how all three of you are.

Nothing was off the table in your discussions. The three of you would happily lounge around in your bedroom, procrastinating university work in favour of more interesting conversation. In his ever smug way, Eren would be the one leading the topics: “so what would be you go to kink if you could do anything?”

“Eren,” you’d begin, rolling your eyes slightly.

Cutting you off, Armin would question “Why do you need to know?”

Eren can’t help but scoff. As if alone, Armin didn’t agree that you were hot. As if alone, the two men didn’t discuss certain ideas. Why did it matter that you were here now? You, unaware, go into the idea of being choked. Green eyes flick between you and the blonde, watching him grow redder, breathing deeper.

And so this falls into the pattern of your friendship. Intimate conversation, followed by long pauses. Each of you looking at the other, none of you daring enough to ask why the air has grown so thick.

It’s thick again, as the three of you dance together. Sasha is hosting one of her infamous house parties, and low red lights fill her living room, music loud enough you’re surprised no one’s complained. You’d pulled the two men up with you, pleading with them to dance with you. And of course they did. Sandwiched between them, Armin’s in front of you and Eren behind.

Maybe it’s the build up that’s been growing for years, but suddenly Eren gives in. He can’t ignore the way your ass pushes against his crotch, the way he can see his best friend's eyes flick from your eyes, your lips, your cleavage. So the brunette leans forward, “you should kiss him.”

Your head snaps behind, looking at Eren with eyebrows full of confusion. He does nothing but drunkenly grin, bringing his hand up to your hair. Lightly gripping at your scalp, he turns you back and pushes your head closer to Armin's.

Armin is flushed once again, but his eyes are dark and on your lips. And fuck, even if you didn’t want to (and you so do) the adrenaline in your veins would take over. Leaning upwards, you lock lips with the blonde. It’s sweet and soft, and tastes of fruity alcohol. Eren’s fingers are still in your hair, pulling you off him just as you both start getting eager.

“My turn,” he whispers in your ear, and your skin breaks out in goosebumps. Turning a little, your face tells a different story. Gone is the confusion, now you look like you’re almost daring him. Eren’s tongue grazes over your lower lip, as if he’s tasting the alcohol, you, Armin. Then as your mouth parts, he deepens the kiss. His tongue sinks against yours, and it’s more fervent than Armin. It’s different, but both are just right.

Moving from the living room to whatever bedroom you could find had gone by in a flash. Whether any of you expected more than making out was debatable, but you all wanted it.

Your two best friends lift their shirts off as you recline on the bed. You lick up the broader of the two, leaving lines of saliva that glint even in the low light. Armin is slimmer, but still has dense muscle. Your palms rest on each stomach, and Eren is the first to lean down and kiss you again. Armin slips next to you on the mattress, tearing you away from Eren for a moment to do the same.

Whilst you and Armin press together, Eren leaves kisses down your neck. He begins sucking in the flesh, making you gasp against Armin’s mouth.

Clothes are removed, the three of you pressed together on the bed. Eren and Armin share your body easily, one palming your breasts as the other plays with your folds. You can barely put together two thoughts before they switch again, one massaging and spreading your ass, the other at your mouth again.

Positions switch back and forth, Eren buried inside your cunt, Armin more tentatively at your mouth. Armin taking Eren’s place and eating you out, as the brunette fucks your throat. He makes sure to remember earlier conversations, placing large hands around your neck as he bulges into your throat.

Eventually you end up on top of Armin, Eren sat back watching. He fists his cock as you bounce on top of the blonde. You try to use the leverage of your feet but tire easily, groaning as you undulate your hips against Armin’s pelvis.

“Awh, poor girl, she can’t do it. She wants to cum so bad and she can’t,” Eren coos from his position. You whine, letting your head rest back in frustration. You’d grown used to Eren’s teasing in normal conversation, but the smug attitude that laces his words only serves to make you clench around Armin’s dick inside you.

“Armin, you know what to do,” Eren begins, coming closer to the pair of you. He grabs your hand and brings it around him. A smirk plays his lips as you effectively grip onto his dick for support. The tightness feels good, but he’s sure your pussy will feel better. “Fuck her, make her feel good. Make her cum on your cock.”

Bringing up his knees and placing his feet flat on the bed, Armin begins to fuck up into you. Gasps and moans bubble from your throat. Placing one hand on the blondes chest, you hold yourself up slightly.

The burn of your muscle is superseded by the new pleasure. Armin’s eyebrows scrunch together as he watches where your bodies are conjoined, watching his dick almost fully unsheath before he pumps back into you.

Eren scratches down your back, making you cry out and back arch. “That’s it Armin,” he reaches between your bodies, pulling at your nipples, “bet she’s getting real tight. Her little pussy being filled by two different cocks in one night?”

“Y-yeah, sh-she’s s’fuckin’ tight,” Armin manages to get out between thrusts.

Fingers move from your nipples to your cunt, and Eren spreads his fingers around your stretched pussy. Armin stills inside you for a second, before the broader orders, “don’t fucking stop”. Slicking up his fingers, he begins to work your clit. You can do nothing but attempt to stay still, let your best friends fuck you their way. Your walls start to flutter around Armin, and he chokes out, “Er-Eren, she- she-”.

“Oh yeah you gonna cum on Armin? Go on, you can do it. Let go, cum on Armin’s cock.”

Eren’s confidence mixed with Armin’s struggle inside you is enough to tip you over the edge. Clenching around the blonde, your hips buck, losing all control as Eren refuses to leave your clit. He follows as your body loses control, determined to make your orgasm as intense as possible until the end.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-” Armin’s hips are snapping in to you, pumping into your spasming cunt and releasing inside you.

Eren strokes Armin’s hair, then kisses your forehead. You go to lift off Armin, pulling your leg from straddling him. Quickly Eren grips your calf, pulling it sharply back on the bed. You can feel cum dripping out of you and back onto the cock beneath you.

“Stay.”

You follow orders, watching as the brunette moves behind you, lining himself up as he pushes you flat against the blonde. “My turn.”

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Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

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