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milaisreading · 3 months

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Isagi sister y/n x Sae? She was in love with y/n for a long time and he was planning to confess to her. While all this time y/n was thinking that Sae was gay for Shidou after she saw their matches together. When he confessed to her, y/n told him that isn't he is gay for Shidou.

🌱🩷: I was supposed to be studying this morning, but your idea was funny so I had to write it. Thanks for the request!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Hmmm..." Sae muttered as he looked at the screen of his phone. Over the past few days that was how most people could find him, just sitting and looking at his phone. From time to time, his expressions would change, but that was only if you looked at him fast enough. A lot of people might say it was pre-final game jitters, but whoever knew Sae enough knew that wasn't true. Rin, Isagi, and Shidou would sometimes ask if je was ok, but all they would get is a short nod from him.

'I hope he won't be acting weird tonight. We really need to have his head in the game if we want to win the World cup.' Rin sighed as he received another short nod from Sae.

"What's up with Undereyelashes senior? Did you two have another fight?" Shidou snickered, earning an annoyed look from Rin. But, before the younger could yell back at him, Isagi stepped in between them. They didn't need all of this hours before their final game with Germany!

"Just calm down everyone. Let's leave Sae-san alone for now."

'Be honest when confessing, and also be smooth about it?' Sae frowned as he read through the guide.

'I hate these internet advice sites.' Sae groaned, putting the phone away and rubbing his eyes. He was tired, very tired from all the training, but also from keeping all these emotions under wrap for the past few months. Sae Itoshi wasn't someone who saw himself falling in love with anyone, heck, he never saw himself having a crush! But, here he was, hours before his final game at the World cup, he was busy figuring out a way to confess his feelings for (Y/n).

'This is ridiculous. I should have done this before the game. But, only if I win tonight will I see myself worthy of her.' Sae shook his head as a blush spread across his face.

"I will take a walk." The rehead muttered to himself as he walked out of the room Rin Shidou, and he shared.

"Are you not nervous? The final game kept mom, dad, and I up all night." The older Itoshi froze in his footsteps as he heard the voice of the one person that's been haunting his thoughts for the past months.

'(Y/n)...' Sae gulped as he observed her and Yoichi's interaction.

"I was nervous days prior, now I am just numb to everything." Yoichi shrugged his shoulders as (Y/n) poked his cheek.

'Wish she would do that to me-Is that Yoichi's jersey she is wearing?!' Sae gulped as he noticed the familiar clothing item, which caused a weird wave of jealousy to hit him.

"Hm?" Feeling eyes on them, (Y/n) turned to look at Sae, and gave him a smile and wave.

"Sae-san! Ready for the game later?!"

Yoichi looked back as well, noticing the blush on the older's cheeks.

"You finally got out of your room?"

"Finally?" (Y/n) asked in confusion, but instead of getting an answer, the boy turned around and quickly walked away.

"Maybe he is nervous?" (Y/n) suggested, watching in sadness as Yoichi chuckled a little.

"Hard to imagine. He basically breaths football." He answered back, earning a nod from (Y/n).

'I think he might be panicking because him and Shidou are in the same team again. After all, I know all to well how it feels to be close to someone you love, but can't tell them that.' She thought as her expression fell a little.

'I wish he liked me like I like him. But, Shidou is the one he wants.'

"Let's go and get some food. I can't play on an empty stomach." Yoichi said as he pulled (Y/n) towards the exit.

"Sure..."

'Maybe,in another life he would like me back.'

Meanwhile, Sae was having a small breakdown in the bathroom.

'That smile... shit, it's so cute! She is so sweet and caring, how can one not fall for her.' Sae thought as he washed his face, hoping the cold water might help his blush.

"That smile, the voice, the eyes, everything is way too ethereal about her. I need to get this off of my chest as soon as possible." Sae took a few deep breaths.

"Shit, get your head into the game, Sae. You can't embarrass yourself in front of (Y/n) tonight."

A few hours later, the game was about to start. The stadium had a special euphoria haunting it, something neither the Japanese or German team felt before. Was it because it's the final game? Was it the loud cheers from the Japanese fans? They didn't know, but they definitely enjoyed it... some more than the others.

"Sae-chan! Ready for the game? You finally got off your high horse?!" Sae flinched as Shidou jumped on his back and yelled into his ear.

"Get off!" Sae yelled, shoving Shidou off of his back and looked back to where (Y/n) was sitting (he had to beg Yoichi to tell him where her seat was). Sending her a small wave, the girl returned it, then she looked back to where Yoichi was.

"YO-CHAN, DO YOUR BEST!!"

Sae sighed dreamily as he heard her yell, ignoring the small jealousy he felt for Yoichi at the moment.

'I wish she would cheer me on like that.'

"I WILL!!" Yoichi was heard yelling back, looking away from Kaiser for a moment.

"Hmm? Who is that? Your girlfriend?" Sae froze for a moment as he heard Kaiser's voice, then looked at the blonde, who had an amused smirk as he stared back at (Y/n).

'Don't look at her, you creep.' The redhead narrowed his eyes and walked over to where Kaiser and Yoichi were.

"Eww! That's my older sister, you dumbass." The blue-eyed boy cringed, which only amused Kaiser more.

"Even better, then. Hope the cutie will not faint from all the magnificent goals she is about to witness from me."

Hearing his words Yoichi recovered from his disgust and sent a warning glare in Kaiser's direction.

"Stay away from her."

"And if I don't?" Kaiser challenged as Sae arrived at Yoichi's side.

"Just shut up. The game is about to start."

Although his voice sounded monotone, that was far from what he felt inside.

It was a tiring 95 minutes of the game. With Sae, Rin, and Yoichi scoring on one side, and Kaiser and Ness on the other, but they made it. Neither the players or the fans could believe it. Japan actually won the Cup. The players of the Japanese team collapsed on the ground after Yoichi scored the final goal, too tired and excited to do much, while the fans were the ones erupting in screams of joy and crying.

"YOICHI!! YOU DID IT!!" The said boy laughed a little as (Y/n) ran up to give him a tight hug, tears streaming down her own face.

"I am so proud of you!" She cried out as Yoichi hugged her back.

"Thanks... without you and our parents' support I wouldn't be here." The boy said back as they separated.

"You are too humble." She pouted, but before she could say anything else, Sae interrupted the conversation.

"(Y/n), can I talk to you for a moment?" The boy asked, looking oddly nervous to the two siblings.

"Sure." She nodded her head as Sae led them to a more private area, or at least a spot where there were no cameras.

"What did you need? And congrats on winning! Your goal earlier was amazing!!" (Y/n) said, which boosted Sae's ego even more up.

"Thanks, glad that you liked it. But, I called you here to talk about something else."

"What is it?" (Y/n) wandered, part of her wanting to ask why he was with her, when he could be celebrating with Shidou.

'Maybe he needs dating advice?' She mused.

"I wanted to tell you this for a while now... I really like- I mean, love, I really love you."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock and her face turned red as Sae continued.

"You are always so calm and kind to others, you were even kind to me after I acted like a jerk the first time we met. I am not really one to fall in love, I never imagined myself in this position, but I am glad that it is you who I fell for."

"Sae... wait, so... so you don't like Shidou-san?" She asked, trying to process everything. Sae stopped talking and looked at the girl in bewilderment.

"Why would I like him of all people?"

"It's just... you both look so close. And your interactions during the U-20 match, I thought that you like him..." (Y/n) admitted, nervously playing with her fingers. Sae was pretty much speechless for a good 2 minutes, ignoring everyone around himself as he sighed.

"I only love you. Shidou is a friend, I will admit that, but I don't see hin as anything more." Sae spoke as he took her hands into his. (Y/n) got more flustered as she avoided Sae's eyes for a moment, but eventually spoke up as well.

"I.... I love you as well. I have for a while now." She stuttered out while looking up at Sae. The boy felt a variety of emotions hit him, but the one that stood out the most was happiness. Pure, utter happiness.

"That makes you mine, from now on. And I will be yours." He said, kissing the embarrassed girl on the cheek.

"I am glad then." She laughed a little.

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jmvore · 4 months

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warning(s) » giving Jimin a blowjob in your office, being caught by your assistant. a/n » Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Yes the middle photo is a AI photo.

Okay, imagine Jimin sitting outside your office as your assistant left to get your coffee. It is lunchtime, his favorite time because he gets to spend it with you. Although, right now, he has a dilemma. He is trying to keep his hard-on from being seen as your co-workers walk by.

He can see inside your office because you keep the blinds open whenever you’re with a client so others can see inside (in case something happens).

He’s trying his best to figure out what it could have been. Maybe it was the lace bralette he knew you were wearing underneath your blouse with the pretty lace thong to match. Perhaps it was seeing you in your element and helping others in need. Or, it could have been the suit you decided to wear (it is one of his favorites!) Damn, or maybe it was simply because it’s you and you’re so hot and sexy, and fuck Jimin has no clue how he was able to get you.

However, he thanks the moon goddess (let’s be honest, god is a woman).

He's trying his best to get it to go down but he feels like he’s about to going to go feral if he doesn’t touch you soon. Jimin sighs, glancing at the clock above the coffee machine in the breakroom before pulling out his phone.

Maybe he should order something.

"I'll call you if I have any updates." Your door swings open and your client swiftly walks out as you wave goodbye. Jimin’s eyes sparkle as soon as they land on you, smile widen when you step next to him to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. The office is so use to your PDA that no one even bats an eyes when it happens.

“hey petal. lunch time already?”

He nods, taking your hand to let tug him inside of your office. It only takes you seconds to pull your blinds close as your lips immediately latch to his. He moans into it and walks you back toward your desk. He lifts you to get you to sit on it but you growl when you almost knock the folders and computer on the floor.

“Careful, Petal.”

“Sorry, darling.” He gasps the moment you start kissing down his neck to make your way to his chest. “f-fuck. right now?”

“I missed you.”

"I missed you to but you have a client after our lunch break-"

"I do." You chuckle, seeing how flustered he's becoming. "Do you not want it?"

"I do! Fuck, I do I just don't want to get you in trouble."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Sugar." You wink as you notice his breath hitching the second you grab his cock through his pants. "You just worry about cumming for me."

"Shit..." He nods, unbuttoning your blouse to see your breast sitting so pretty in your bra. God, he wants to mark you so everyone will know what the two of you were doing but he also doesn’t want people to see how gorgeous you look with his marks.

“Petal?”

“Hm?” He tugs you into his chest to kiss you again as you giggle into his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m starving.” Your voice so soft but sultry and velvety, he finds himself melting. You continue to rub him through his pants as you nibble on his earring, his body involuntarily shuttering from the feeling.

"You're going to be the death of me.” He whines when you finally stick your hand in his slacks to continue to lazily stroke him. He closes his eyes before opening them to see you looking at him with so much love and admiration. His heart is going to burst!

“What did you want to eat?” You ask, getting down on your knees to unbutton his pants. They’re on the floor in a instant as you mouth at his cock through his underwear as he hisses.

“I-I don’t know.“

“You don’t know?” You tease, practically ripping his boxers down his legs to see his cock sitting so pretty against his abdomen. “Or you can’t think right now?”

Jimin whines when you roll your tongue from the tip of his cock to his balls and back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he widens his legs for you to fit in. His mind can’t think of food when your mouth feels so good teasing him.

“You know what I want to eat?”

He shakes his head because no, he doesn’t. He has a clue but you’re practically ruining him right now so he'll give you anything you want.

“No?”

“No…” He shakes his head again, earning a little chuckle from you as you kiss your way up his body. He’s hyper aware that you’re still in your office, neither of you locked the door because, so what? Is it unprofessional? Sure but maybe they should learn to knock before entering. "W-What did you want to eat?"

"You." You grin the moment suck the tip again and Jimin knows he's not going to last much longer. The sad part, you're literally teasing him. "I going to make you cum down my throat, baby. You want that? You're going to be good for me and do that?"

"Fuck Yes," He groans, places his hand on the side of your face, careful not to mess up your makeup more than you have as he leans in for another kiss.

God, he loves kissing you.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

“I know you do Petal. We'll have to wait for that.” You start to stroke his cock as his head falls back against the leather seat. You’re going to be the death of him. “We don't have much time."

“Shit...”

You smirk, immediately taking his cock in your mouth. It’s so wet and warm, he feels himself melting into the chair as your mouth works it's magic. He knows he can relax to let you take care of him. Although, he feels the urge to buck his hips but he stops himself when he takes your hand in his.

“So fucking good...” He whimpers, feeling the way your tongue swirls around the tip. How you suck the pre-cum out of it and how deep you take him. He can feel himself hitting the back of your throat and it felt like heaven. That’s the only thing he can think of when he thinks about sex with you. “You’re going to make me cum…”

“Yeah?” You grin, releasing him from your mouth but you continue to jack him off. You press your forehead against his as you keep eye contact, seeing the moment his eyes glaze over. “You’re gonna cum, petal? Gonna cum all over my tits and mark them as yours?”

“I am… god, I’m so close… please, please!”

“Or do you wanna cum down my throat? Want me to swallow everything you give me?”

Jimin chest heaves the closer he gets to his orgasm. Both options sound fucking phenomenal and he can’t think of which one he wants to do more.

Hell, he can’t think of anything at all, to be honest.

“I’m cumming…” His head falls back against the chair as one hand grips the arm of the chair, the other grips your wrist to get you to slow down. Especially once you put your mouth on the tip to suck off everything he’s given you. “S-sensitive.”

You smile and lean forward to drown him in your love. He kisses you back, holding you as close as he can. This time he can taste himself as you swap cum and saliva, hearing him moan your name.

Once you pull away, he faintly opens his eyes just as he sees you swallow the rest.

“Fuck…” Jimin breathing grows heavy but he finally comes down from his high once lean back.

"Good?"

"Amazing."

You stand to your feet to go grab his pants but what you don’t expect to see is your assistant, standing with her eyes wide at the door.

“Binna?" You clear your throat as she glances up at you, her eyes widening in surprise. She looks between you and the back of Jimin's head, noticing he hasn't turned around either. "Can I help you?”

“I got your c-coffee- shit…” She scurries to close the door and you know you’re going to have to talk to her.

“I think we scarred the poor girl,” Jimin chuckles but you frown, knowing there’s more to it than that.

You also wonder how much the others heard since she had the door open.

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archiveikemen · 4 months

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Regardless of how much tears Liam shed, tomorrow would still come without change.

The performance period of “Hamlet” went on night after night, it was a hot topic in all of England.

And so, on the day after the final performance — it was exactly one month since I joined Crown.

The end of my job as a “fairytale writer”.

…

The clattering of the keys on my typewriter resonated through my room.

My report was a story of my love and sorrows during the time spent together with Liam.

All the memories were still vivid in my mind, and yet so incredibly endearing.

(... This should be fine. Let’s deliver this report to Victor in the palace.)

…

The palace’s Grim Reaper softened his gemstone-like eyes when he saw me.

Victor: You’re here to submit your report, Miss Kate?

Kate: Yes. This is the report I wrote about my observations of Liam Evans during my time as a fairytale writer.

Kate: However, this report has yet to be concluded.

Victor: … What do you mean?

Kate: Would it be possible for you to allow me to continue working as a fairytale writer?

Victor: Is it because of that boy (Liam)?

Kate: W-When we first met, one of the conditions I had for you was that I’d be allowed to return to my original life.

(That’s why I became a fairytale writer for a month.)

Kate: My current request contradicts the one I made back then, and besides, love is one of the reasons—

Victor: Kate. Love or not, everyone is free to care for one another and I think that's really powerful.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I’ve concluded that Crown and the cursed people need you.

Victor: And so, I… as well as Her Majesty, would like to make a proposal. Will you stay and continue being our fairytale writer?

(...!)

Kate: Y-Yes, I’d love to. Thank you so much!

Victor: I should be thanking you instead.

Victor: … Well then, let's do this once again. Welcome to “Crown”, the villains' lair.

Victor: Alrighty! That’s enough with the serious talk.

Victor: Goodness, the serious look on your face rubbed off on me.

Kate: S-Sorry…

Victor: Specially for our serious yet lovely Kate, we are having a dinner party tonight!

Victor: Come on, clap. *seal clapping* YAY!

I clapped as told, and cocked my head in puzzlement.

Kate: A… dinner party?

Victor: YES! Think of it as a “please continue to look out for Crown, Kate” dinner party!

Kate: Fufufu, I see. Thank you.

(Hm? Hold on.)

(Does this mean Victor expected that I would stay?)

— As expected of the palace’s Grim Reaper. His abilities shouldn't be underestimated.

Victor: All the members of Crown know about the dinner party, have fun!

Victor: Well then, we must get you ready for the party. — Come on, all of you. Come in.

With a snap of Victor’s fingers, servants came pouring in through the door.

They were carrying loads of dresses, shoes, and jewellery.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: I’ve always wanted to give you a dress, so I bought you everything in a corner of Harrods.

Victor: Ahh, of course, this was all bought using a little pocket money I earned outside my official court duties. You can be rest assured about that.

(... I don’t even know where to start.)

Victor: Alright, Miss Kate. Which dress would you like to wear tonight?

All of the colourful dresses looked amazing to me, however—

(Liam will definitely like whichever dress I choose myself.)

Kate: I’ll choose this dress, then. It's simple, yet beautiful.

Victor: … Ahh, I was also thinking that this dress especially suits you.

The moment I chose a dress, two servants escorted me out of the room; one on either side of me.

Kate: Whoa…!

Victor: Off you go now. See you at tonight’s dinner, Kate.

Victor’s lips formed into a sneaky smile as Kate’s figure disappeared.

Victor: I’m sorry for lying to you, Kate. How very evil of me.

Victor: But that's what makes me a worthy member of Crown. … Ahaha.

…

While Kate was becoming Victor’s plaything, Liam and Harrison were at the train station.

Harrison: — Mission complete.

Liam: …

Harrison: … Hey.

Liam: …

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Whoa! Sorry, Harry! I was spacing out while we’re on a mission.

Harrison: It’s fine, we already got the evidence we need about the illegal trades. … You were spacing out because of Kate, weren’t you?

Liam: How did you know?

Harrison: Your face is like an open book, it’d be concerning if I couldn't figure it out.

Harrison: *sigh* Just say it. I’ll listen to you for 5 minutes because that depressed look on your face is annoying.

Liam: … Today is Kate’s last day as a fairytale writer.

Harrison: Ah, yeah. I heard from her that she’s leaving the castle tonight.

Liam: … What?

Liam: Kate is leaving tonight…?

Harrison: Yeah. Victor’s having a dinner party tonight to thank Kate for her efforts or something.

Liam: I- I didn’t know—

Harrison: He hid the truth from you because he didn't know how you would take it, or you might slip into depression.

Harrison: That’s why he told Kate to not tell you until the very last minute. I mean, that’s just my guess.

Liam: That’s not…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Look, Liam. Kate did great. She never once gave up on you, no matter what.

Harrison: She reached out her hand to you like a fool, smiling brightly next to you.

Harrison: But you shouldn't take for granted that she'll forever be with you, you know?

Liam: That’s not what I think at all…!

Harrison: If that's the case—

Harrison: Let me make this clear to you. If you want something, reach out for it yourself. You have the freedom to do so.

Liam: Then…

Liam: … What about Kate’s freedom and happiness?

Liam: Crown isn’t a group of heroes fighting for justice. Will she really be happy in this sort of environment…?

Liam: Besides, Kate used to work at the post office. I’m sure she has friends there.

Liam: Meanwhile, I have nothing. Kate and I are two worlds apart. A-And yet, if I tie her down because of my selfishness—

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Why do you get to decide what’s freedom and happiness for Kate? That’s selfish.

Liam: … What.

Harrison: That girl is no weakling, nor is she an idiot.

Harrison: You should let her listen to your feelings and make the decision herself.

Harrison: You know her character better than anyone else. She’s the woman you’re in love with.

Liam: …

Liam: … Thanks. Thanks, Harry!

Liam: I- I have to get to Kate!

Harrison: Huh? Hey, Liam, wait—

With the agility of a cat, Liam pushed his way through the crowd of people boarding the steam train and ran off.

Harrison: No way, is he leaving me here even though we’re going back to the same place?

Harrison: …

Harrison: … Geez, I’m not used to being this meddlesome.

…

Tonight, the usually quiet Castle seemed more lively.

Kate: Wow…!

(There’s meat, fish, and desserts. What a lavish feast!)

(He even invited a live orchestra…)

While I was admiring the extravagant dishes on the dining table and enjoying the beautiful music in the background, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Ellis: Good evening, Kate. … You look especially beautiful tonight.

Elbert: … Al. Does Kate look beautiful tonight?

Alfons: You’re asking that at this time in front of the lady, very unromantic.

Alfons: I believe it's a tie this time.

Elbert: A tie. … That’s too difficult.

Jude: Why are the servants here? They must've mistaken this place for their living quarters.

Kate: I asked Victor to invite all the members of Crown here tonight. Should I not have done that…?

Jude: Are you going to chase them away if I say no? Do whatever you want.

Kate: Okay! Thanks, Jude.

Jude: … Tch, you’re so noisy.

Roger: Haha. You’ve gotten used to dealing with Jude, little lady. Good job.

It now felt rather comforting to see the uniqueness of everyone at Crown.

One month ago, I never would've dared to imagined that such a day would come.

Ellis: Hm?

Ellis: Victor is performing magic tricks by himself, and where are Harrison and Liam…?

William: They went to complete a mission. They should be returning soon.

(... Right.)

(I made the decision of staying and continuing my work as a fairytale writer, without discussing it with Liam.)

(What will Liam think when he hears about my decision? Will he be happy? Or…)

What Liam and I had between us wasn't as simple as like versus dislike.

No matter what Liam felt about me, he would hesitate to reach out for me.

All his life, Liam had been stripped of the right to have a purpose. He was trampled on and had no freedom to be himself.

I knew that Liam would have difficulty reaching for what he truly wanted.

(I don’t want a lot.)

(All I want is to stay by Liam's side, that alone is enough to make me happy.)

My feelings were most definitely not a lie, but there was a certain burning desire in my heart that I couldn't get over.

(I’m fine if it’ll only happen “someday”. It doesn't matter when that “someday” will be.)

(It’d make me so happy if someday, Liam would want me…)

I wanted him to touch my hair, body, and heart as he wished. I wanted him to take all of me.

(I’m being so selfish.)

(Before meeting Liam, I never knew I had this side of me.)

— But there was no going back to how things were before I met Liam.

(I want to see him as soon as possible.)

Elbert: … The song changed.

Roger: It’s time to dance — come, little lady. It’d be a big waste for you to be a wallflower.

Roger: You’ll be my dance partner. … What do you say?

Roger pulled me closer by the waist, taking me by surprise.

(R-Roger?)

And in that instant, someone brushed Roger’s hand off me.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

Liam: … *pant*... Roger, you tried to touch Kate because you heard me coming, didn't you?

Roger: Heh.

Roger: Catch you later, little lady. I feel like getting a beer. Join me, Jude.

Jude: Hah? Why me? Go drink alone if you want, quack.

I knew from the sweet smell of vanilla that it was Liam standing there, panting next to my shoulder.

Our eyes met, and Liam got down on his knees in a captivatingly beautiful way.

Liam: Kate. I’m really, really, sorry for being late.

He held out the bouquet of pink modern roses he hid behind his back.

When I received it, a fresh and sweet scent tickled my nostrils.

Kate: This is…

Liam: All this time, I’ve been thinking a lot about things like your happiness and freedom.

Liam: But the more I thought about it… I realised that, to you, I’ll only be a shadow at your feet.

Kate: L… Liam…

Liam: Shadows never disappear. That’s why, I wanted to just tell you “bye bye, be well”.

(...)

Liam: That really was what I wanted to say. I told myself that I could do it, because acting is what I’m good at.

Liam: But… but…

Liam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Liam: But, I’m sorry… I can’t.

Thump. Thump. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest.

(I don’t expect much.)

(Although that was what I’ve been thinking…)

I held my breath and looked into his eyes, not wanting to wait even another second to hear him continue speaking.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then.

Liam: But…

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. When you’re ready, you can tell me.

Liam: … Tell you?

Kate: Yes. Things like… what’s on your mind, what’s making you happy, or what’s hurting you.

– Flashback End –

(Is he about to tell me what he couldn’t say that night?)

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

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yukinarinn · 2 years

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Can you do a Rantaro x brave and savage fem reader smut with fluff where we're secretly the ultimate agent spy to stop the killing game. We became friends and he finds out quickly but promise not to tell anyone (also when he flirts with us, we flirt back, flustering him) then Y/N defeats the mastermind, everyone of us survives, after we left then we confess our feelings, smut starts and ends with us cuddling

I don’t know if you’ll like this but I tried my best! I know it’s been a month, but I had struggles of what I should write here. I didn’t really have ideas but I finally finished it! I hope you will still enjoy it <3

cw: swearing, mentions of future foundation, nsfw, praise, vanilla sex, reader gets very vulnerable at the end, past relationship trauma, unprotected sex

I woke up sitting on a chair, resting my head on the desk. My vision was still blurry and I could barely see anything after opening my eyes, until I figure out that I’m in a strange classroom, I jump out of the chair and my eyes widened. I can remember that I was going to school and someone took me with them in a car, and somehow I woke up here.

I look around and nothing useful I can see. Then I heard a squeaky voice, confused I looked around once again and I saw a surveillance camera. The voice came from there.

“It’s been a long time, isn’t it? everyone please gather to the gym, RIGHT NOW!” the transmission ended. What the fuck, was that actually a bear? he said everyone, which means, I’m not the only one here? I tried to find that gym, dammit, this school was huge.

I found a door, and above it, it says “gym” which I suppose this is where I should go. I open the door slowly and I saw a bunch of students looking at me, I came closer to them looking at them too until a specific student started to talk.

“Why are you fucking staring at me, I’m too hot and you wanna do the dirty with me and I don’t know??” the girl yelled at me.

“Says you” I rolled my eyes.

The girl wears a modified pink sailor uniform and a skirt that matches with the uniform. Her collar exposing her cleavage, lacking the cover on her chest. Gloves, black heeled-boots with gold buttons and bluckles on them. Black straps connected with gold rings attached to her white socks, gold ring covering her blue ribbon around her collar. She wears a black choker, and two smaller black collars that resemble barbed wire made out of rubber around her neck. On her uniform’s collar, she wears a pin of the mouse mascot from.. I suppose, Niko Niko Happy. Damn.

“Are you alright, dumbass?” She pointed at me.

“I was just.. analyzing you?” I replied to her, somehow turned out in a question.

“What are you bitch, a detective?! anyways, I’m Miu Iruma! Ultimate Inventor and the biggest genius girl in the world, I mean the only!” She gave me a smirk.

“Calling me a bitch, hm? interesting” I smirked at Miu back.

I talked to everyone else from here, some of them were weird really. But it’s not like I would stay here with them for so long, besides, while talking to them I figured it out that I might be the Ultimate Agent Spy. I need proof for that though, but if that’s true I could escape with everyone from this school. And to do that, I shouldn’t tell them my Ultimate, since my clothes I’m wearing right now aren’t even looking so “elegant” for an agent like me.

As I said, I made an introduction with everyone. Shuichi was interesting tho since he’s a detective. He reminds me of my friend. But one specific guy remains and honestly got my attention from the beginning. He’s talking to Shuichi, maybe I should come at them.

“I didn’t talk to you yet” I said, the green haired boy turned around confused and looks into my eyes.

“So suddenly” He chuckles and I roll my eyes playfully. “I’m Rantaro Amami, what about you?” He asked in his deep voice, damn that was really deep.

“You didn’t tell me your talent?” I questioned him. I mean, everyone else did that!

“Same goes to you, nobody knows your talent. I can’t remember my ultimate talent though, but I promise, I’m not a bad guy, nice to meet you!” He says smiling at me, he was cute for someone like him who doesn’t know his own talent and.. acts suspiciously by saying he’s not a bad guy?

“I’m.. the Ultimate Idol” As I see, I’m wearing a normal sailor uniform with blue skirt that has some sparks on it, and my socks are pink with gold glitter, so he should believe me. Even though I don’t even know why I wear this thing.

“If you weren’t wearing this, I wouldn’t believe you” Rantaro said, smirking. He looked at how I look and smirked to himself, it made me blush. I didn’t want to lie to him but I think it’s for the best. For someone like Rantaro, he would found out who I am quickly. He seems intelligent.

Even tho I did say Rantaro seems very intelligent and could find out my ultimate talent, Shuichi is looking at me very intense, like he knows that something is off with me. I mean, yes, he’s a detective after all. So I should just go.

“I think I should go” I said quickly as I began walking faster to the gym’s door but someone stopped me.

“Where are you going, miss??” I turned around and I saw that half white and half black bear talking to me, soon appearing other.. five bears? “Whatever! let’s get straight to the point! Long time no see guys” the bear said. Everyone got confused and I was the only one who actually get what he wants to say.

“Long time no see.. huh..” I mumbled to myself.

“If you know something, fucking tell us!” Miu said, I ignored her shitty comment and I just looked at the bear.

“I’m not ready for this.. it’ll be so cruel, I’m gonna puke already!!” A pink bear talked.

“Shut your mouth, Monophanie! I’m gonna tell you guys that I’m the headmaster of this high school also named The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles, nice to FUCKING meet ya!” He said so excited already.

“H-Headmaster…? but we don’t even know your name, bear-“ Kaede said.

“I’m not a teddy bear, or a bear, or whatever the fuck? I’m Monokuma!”

Monokuma.. I just sighed thinking it’ll happen again. I wonder if they remember anything because I somehow do now, and I’m just not surprised that Monokuma came back. In fact, I’m not even scared anymore.

I gave a look to everyone and I smirked at the thought that I know something they don’t. You know, in this shitty situation you couldn’t be like that, but I find it very sad that the story is repeating itself for the third time.

“Monokuma, are you trying to say that we’re in a killing game?” I asked him politely.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Kaito screamed.

“Silent. Let’s him speak” I said.

The bear looks away for some seconds and finally turned and looked at me, without saying anything for like 1 minute.

“Uhh… well. yes, kinda?” He said unsure and I just smiled. He knows what I know, that’s why he acts like he doesn’t know me. If I’m truly an agent spy, I should have all the informations in my room since I’m basically a participant in this killing game and have a special talent. With such a talent, even the mastermind can’t took away the information I should know, that’s just my ultimate.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” Kaede asked me.

“Don’t worry, it was pretty dangerous before. But not when I’m here” I said smiling at her. It’s confusing that I’m involved too in this because I can save everyone from this situation, but whatever. “Anyways Monokuma, tell them. Or I will!” I said to him giving him a wide smile.

“U-uhh..” He stutters. “Yeah, you’re all in a killing game! 16 talented students y’know? that will kill each other and everytime a murder happens, you’ll have a class trial and there you find the blackened. But remember that if you vote the wrong one, all of you will be executed. And if you vote right, only the blackened will be” Monokuma said looking at me carefully.

“W-what?” Maki said and I could tell she was mad.

“It can’t be! I wanna get home already!” Tsumugi said, she looked scared.. but also suspicious. I can’t tell why, but something’s off with this girl.

“Wait!” I turn around and I saw Rantaro. Yeah, I think it’s time for him to say something. “16 Students? But we’re 17, what is that supposed to mean?” He said confused and I chuckled.

“That’s because I’m the one that won’t play this shitty game! I’m not a participant actually” I told all of them, they won’t find out what I’m trying to say so I guess it’s okay, they’re all confused anyways.

“What do you mean?” Shuichi asked me.

“I need to check something really important, I’ll go to my room!” I said and ran to the door. And when I was outside, I could see you can’t actually escape from here, interesting. Then I saw the rooms and went there. I checked the names of everyone and found Rantaro’s room, then mines. I opened the door thinking at the green-haired boy, he’s so mysterious.. and kinda hot. Sure, he looks like a playboy but he doesn’t remember his own talent, or he’s just like me.

I went in my room and I saw what I wanted. Papers full of useful informations I think, a laptop, familiar photos on the wall and somewhere on here an interesting tablet. Maybe I can find Rantaro’s ultimate talent. I picked up the tablet and I noticed that it isn’t the same as the one Monokuma gave to us earlier. I checked it, it has information about all of us, even mines. If someone finds this tablet I don’t know what I will do but I hope this won’t be the case.

“Hmm.. if here’s informations about the 16 students, I should look for Rantaro’s” I told to myself and pressed his picture icon. When I saw it, I smirked.

“Ultimate adventurer.. ultimate survivor, huh?”

I looked then at some photos that were on the wall, they were from the previous murders that happened in Hope’s Peak Academy. I didn’t want to remember that right now, it’s still pretty traumatic for me. So I left the room for some fresh air thinking about Rantaro’s talent.

Unfortunately, I saw him in front of his door’s room. His ultimate talent.. is so special in its own way, he can quickly find out who I truly am, he’ll ruin everything! I gotta keep an eye on him though, I should get along with him first just in case.

With quick steps I come closer to him.

“Hey.. Rantaro?” I said awkwardly, I guess his eyes widened not knowing who’s behind him, then he turns around and gave me a smile quickly.

“A-ah.. um, you didn’t tell me your name yet!” He said, his hand scratching his back of the neck.

“I’m Y/N L/N! you remembered my talent and not my name?” I chuckled and he blushes.

“Heh, I wasn’t paying attention to that sadly, but more on your body~” Rantaro said with a smirk, trying so hard to cover his blush from his adorable face.

“You’re hot too. But it’s so early to flirt with me, or are you that desperate?”

“I w-wasn’t flirting! I thought you look cute” He tried not to stutter which made me smile, I thought he’s dominant.

“Based on your looks, despite the fact I thought you’re a playboy, I also thought you’re dominant but oh well..” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“You don’t know me enough!” He said with a serious look on his face, I ignored that tho. It was so funny not to.

“Whatever, wanna hang out?” I asked him.

“S-sure” He said stuttering.

I gotta admit, Rantaro is adorable and I even felt the urge to hug him! he’s so cute when he blushes and stutters! and the fact that he’s next to me.. I forgot about why I actually want him around me, I want him around me for another reason. I’d love to have a friend like him, it’s just that I don’t want to be alone anymore and he makes me feel happy, even Byakuya couldn’t make me feel this way when we were on Towa City trying to find Makoto’s little sister. I realise that I know him for only one day and I wanted to be some sassy talented girl who helps everyone escape, but Rantaro can wake up something inside me.

I went to my room when he told me he wants to go to sleep, I closed the door and I smiled like an idiot. I jumped into the bed and covered myself with a blanket thinking about what happened today, falling asleep with a wide smile on my face.

~~~

I woke up, yawning, and got up from the bed searching for my so called idol uniform and went to the dining hall since Kaito told us to meet there every morning from now on. I opened the dining hall’s door and everyone looked at me, except Rantaro and Kaede. They were talking to each other and Rantaro seemed concerned about something.

I decided to go take my food and sit on a chair, I was looking at him this whole time without him noticing that. Only Kaede gave me some suspicious looks while talking to him at the same time. I did hear him talking about the ultimate hunt before he walked away, though. So I followed him quickly, what if he thinks I AM the ultimate hunt? that’s impossible!

“Rantaro, wait!” I yelled and he turned around to face me. “Why did you leave? you didn’t even eat something” I said concerned.

“That’s not the problem, don’t worry sweety, I’m gonna end this killing game myself” He said smiling.

Sweety… huh…

“You can’t end it! do you know how dangerous can it be?” I said, not knowing what to say anymore because my job is to end this killing game, NOT HIM.

“Let’s hang out and lemme show you something in the library, okay?”

I looked at him confused, but I accepted and went there. He showed me a hidden door behind some bookcase, I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I only smirked. It’s my job to end this and I can tell it’ll be easy.

“I knew you’ll smirk or something like that” He sighed.

“Huh? do you really think I’m the ultimate hunt?”

“What? No! but to tell you the truth.. I’m the ultimate survivor and you know that very well, because of this “talent” I got a survivor perk and there I can also see your real talent, Mrs Agent spy~” He chuckled.

“Yeah.. since I’m an agent, I would know your talent from the very beginning” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t tell anyone. But I can be helpful in ending this shit too!”

“No worries, you’re hot enough to not let you do anything” I said smirking. He blushed, how cute!

“Y-yeah.. but I want to help, I’m the ultimate survivor after all!”

“Yes, but there you were forced to play that game, now you just have to wait, Mr Ultimate Aventurer”

“Haha, for someone like you, I knew you will find also my first talent!” He chuckles and turned to face the bookcase where the door is hidden. “Oh, and by the way, I didn’t actually sleep last night but I’m pretty sure you did. Monokuma told us to gather to the gym again and he said that if a murder doesn’t occur in 3 days he’ll kill us all”

“I don’t really care, since I’m here to help you all” I said and I sighed. I wanted to go to my room because I don’t have to do anything here yet, and I walked away.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Rantaro asked and I saw he was worried about me.

“I’m fine.. and if it makes you feel better…” I said and I kissed one of his cheeks and I just disappeared the next second, I didn’t want to give him any explanation and I went quickly to my room.

~~~~~

Days passed, and nothing much happened. I was happy since Rantaro was always around me and I think I catched feelings for him, kinda. But it’s not the moment for something like that. Besides, I don’t know if he likes me back and I’m sure he doesn’t so I’ll just forget it.

Yesterday, I saw Shuichi and Kaede talking in a classroom near the basement and they were.. uhh.. suspicious, but I ignored it.

I was thinking, if I can go to the library and look at that hidden door once again, the person who controls Monokuma should be there and it’s nighttime, so I should hurry.

I went to the basement looking for the library, once I opened the library door I saw Rantaro who moved the bookcase, and then an annoying loud sound started to show up.

“Shit!” I covered my ears and I watched what was happening there, a camera took a picture of him and he noticed that which made him look and get closer to it but I saw something else up there.. a shotball was rolling on the books. I knew what’ll happen and I get scared.

“Rantaro! Be careful!” I screamed, but he didn’t notice me. The shotball didn’t actually touch him in any way but I can tell he was so confused since he looked at it so intense. More than that, someone who was inside the hidden door opened it and positioned themselved right behind Rantaro with another shotball, they were actually gonna kill him.

My eyes widened and I picked up the knife from my pocket, I knew they were the mastermind, so I’m going to end this!

I ran fast to them and stabbed them numerous times, Rantaro also turned around because that loud sound ended. He was in shock and I was too.. the person I stabbed was Tsumugi Shirogane.

I left the body on the ground. And I picked my Future Foundation phone, smirking.

“Togami, Naegi, I did it!” I said with a smirk. Everyone quickly gathered here, they were pretty confused and some of them, like Himiko and… Kokichi, started crying.

“I can understand Himiko, but you?” I pointed my finger at Kokichi. He smirked and turns around.

“Got me! that was fake crying!!” He laughed.

I sighed, and once we were out of this school and this entire place, I smiled to myself. I actually didn’t believe I could defeat the mastermind that easily, since Byakuya told me that most likely I won’t be able to do it. Rantaro asked me if I want to come to his house and I accepted. I’ll definitely forget about that selfish blonde fuck.

I entered his.. mansion basically, I knew he was rich so it was to be expected. It was so beautiful inside, the light grey colour everywhere and while analyizing his house, his hand touched my shoulder. It reminded me of something that I have to do.

“You really love my house, don’t you?” He said smirking which made me turn all red, he noticed that and came closer to me. “Hmm.. want to come and stay in my room for a while?”

I nodded in excitement and he opened the room’s door for me, telling me to come in and so I did. I suddenly turned to him not knowing how to start, I was actually going to confess my feelings for him. But I was so afraid of rejection and ignorance.

“Something happened? you’re not that.. savage anymore” He said confused.

“I-I.. know! I never was! I was just faking it-“ He came closer to me and I whined.

“Faking? you seem shy, is my sweetie actually a shy little girl?” He whispered into my ear those words, I bit my bottom lip. He knew that the brave, savage woman wasn’t me.

“Y-your little girl.. how so?” I groaned as he was pulling me closer to him.

“I did notice something, but I’ll let you say it for me” He smiles innocently, but I could tell that behind this cute smile hides something. I knew what was he trying to say, but I just couldn’t find my words.

“I’m scared to tell you.. what I feel. But fine, I admired you from the very beginning and I considered you were an interesting person and.. those days when we spend time together I felt like something I can’t describe, maybe because I fell in love once and that was with an idiot? I don’t know. But I like you, a lot. So please, I-“

He cut me off by kissing me roughly and I kissed back, I moaned in his mouth when he squeezed one of my breast. That feeling…

“Why were you so scared, darling? it was obvious that I reciprocate feelings” He broke that wonderful kiss.

“Because… Byakuya treated me like shit” I wanted to be honest with Rantaro, he’s the only one I trust anyways.

“Do you mean Togami? are you his ex girlfriend?” I nodded and I grabbed him by his shirt to kiss him once again, I didn’t want to talk about that dumbass.

He groaned as my knee was between his legs, I could feel that bulge in his pants. And when I thought I was the dominant here, he pushed me to the bed gently. I looked everywhere but not at him.

“Come on, look at me! or I won’t give you what you want”

I looked at him with puppy eyes, still not be able to look at him properly and I was kinda shaking. Then he gets on top of me, pushing my back into the bed.

“So to understand, you really want me inside you? how naughty” He chuckles and I blush slightly.

He was biting my neck, leaving soft and cute marks on it. I moaned as I felt how his hand squeezed my thigh. We were looking at each other, my eyes begging him for his touch.

“Are you that sensitive? cute~” Rantaro kissed my lips, biting my bottom lip for entrance and I let him slid his tongue into my mouth and explore it.

I was feeling.. loved. He wanted me to make me feel good, there’s no reason I can be a sassy wannabe woman around him, when this man is now on top of me. I feel loved, I feel appreciated and nobody else could make me feel this way, not even Byakuya.

“Is my princess already wet for me?” He asked in a deep voice.

“O-only for you..” I said stuttering.

“I didn’t expect you to be this shy, I guess that’s an advantage for me”

Rantaro rubbed his dick against my entrance, then he pushed it inside me slowly and I moaned softly as he started thrusting slowly.

“Does it feel good, y/n?” He asked in his husky voice as he thrusts roughly this time and I moan in pleasure, closing my eyes and I nodded a yes.

“Y-yes.. Ah!~” He shuts me up with another thrust as his eyes never broke the eye contact with mines.

“You take me so well, you’re so warm..” His praises made me wetter, his dick throbbing inside me and I knew he was close too.

With one last thrusts and a loud moan from me, he buries his face into my chest as he cums inside me, biting my lip as I feel the warm cum painting my walls.

We both breathed heavily, and surprisingly, he hugged me. It was so comfy.

“No one could treat you better than me” He said cuddling me and kissing my forehead. I smiled.

“I.. I love you!” I said embarrased, I didn’t actually say this to anyone. Rantaro blushes and smiles innocently while he played with my hair.

“I love you too, y/n~”

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skayafair · 5 months

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Is Cassius suited to be a leader?

I wonder whose bright idea at Vincula it was to make Cassius the leader.

Don't get me wrong, they're my (and I'm pretty sure everyone else's) favourite character, it's impossible not to like them. But what I ADORE is them having some very real shortcomings, and these shortcomings aren't very compatible with leadership.

The leader should keep their cool at any situation, stay level-headed about any problem (at least on the outside), and they DON'T act on impulse of jump straight into danger. It's just irresponsible - the leader is the decision-maker for the whole team, the one who plans and solves issus. If the team loses its head - who's gonna do all the work?

Ok, they have Greg to get them out of trouble. I think I need an art with Cass wearing "I get myself into trouble" shirt and Greg wearing "I'm getting everyone's asses out of trouble" one… hm. But still! Well, let's start from the beginning. First of all, it became clear to me in season 1 that Vincula, probably, didn't really have all that much budget and the Breach was a little experimental side-project of theirs, so they couldn't go for some super pro scientists. I mean Lizzie is… err alright, but Alyx sounds VERY young? And a physicist looks like a really important role for exploring new worlds?.. Plus, super pro scientists would have most likely rejected the proposal since they all treasure their lives pretty much, thanks a lot, and have their own research going. They are used to sitting at the tables for that, mostly, or ok, being in the wild, but with as many safety precoutions as possible. I mean, look at Silas. Classic and understandable. So Vincula needed not only people with paranormal experience, but also some desperate poor unfortunate souls who'd be ready to risk anything - to have a chance to escape, to prove something to themselves, just earn enough money to live happily for some years maybe… or naive, young ones who'd be happy to go through danger if it means something bright and great on the other side. In any case, they needed people who could take the risk, this had to be the main requirement.

Well, THIS one Cassus meets to an exessive degree.

Then, they are active, hate stalling - which is good for Vincula, the team should have the drive and someone to provide it. They are also overflowing with responsibility for others, and I LOVE how this is starting to play out by the end of season 2, I'll expand on this later. So Cass will make sure the team doesn't lose anyone as much as it's humanly possible, good. They also keep their physical form in check, which is important if you want to send someone to an expedition. And last but not least, they are a biologist - sounds logical for a biotech company to appoint a biologist as the head of the team, especially if they are SO ready to dive head-first into anything just to see and learn and study and are brimming with enthusiasm.

Oh, and did I mention Cassius (and, therefore, the whole team) should be easy to manipulate since Vincula has a lever over them?

Looks good!

Except nearly every point of this list is a double-edged sword.

First of all, the responsibility. Oh yes, Cass is filled with it to the brink, no doubts here. The problem is, it doesn't extend to their own safety, only for the others. Which can easily lead to the team losing their head, both literally and figuratively, in the middle of the mission. It's a good thing, I guess, that Cass doesn't do much actual planning. They were right back in the worm cave when they told Silas they don't have a plan because no one knows what's coming at them anyway. And Vincula gives the team some guidelines on what to do. So what role does Cassius play here at all?..

To me it looks like they are the inspiration for the breachers, said driving force, someone to push forward. Little did Vincula know Cass is just as good at pushing back and not moving an inch forward if they decide so...

Anyway, this CAN actually work, with one condition. There has to be TWO heads. One embodying the ideals, the driving force, inspiring others to follow them, the charismatic one. Cass checks all the boxes. And the other one - cautios, calculating, level-headed, not constricted by black-and-white thinking, the planner, because even in the most unknown conditions there should be SOME course of action prepared. The grey cardinal, so to say. And... this place is vacant in breachers team. Ok HAS been vacant up until later in S2. Which is why they were unbalanced for a looong time. I'm surprised they've lost only one member before getting to Breach 4. Greg tries his best to be the voice of reason and Silas warnes agains the worst possible outcomes but they are often batted away. Cassius doesn't take them as seriously as they should, and this results in casualties.

But anyway, back to the safety responsibility not being extended to Cassius themselves. To me this screams some really serius issues which are bound to backfire, and in a potentially highly dangerous unpredictable environment I'd want my people to be as mentally stable as possible. Alright, to be fair this can probably be only said about Greg and J out of the whole team. Maybe Alyx, I'm not so sure about her, being succeptible to all the hallucinations. And it DOES backfire mutiple times! Cass constantly charges right into action which results into them being hurt. This can't be good for the team's spirit. Cassius glues them together, and it's a very important role. If they are lost, the team will fall apart. Cassius seems to not realize this, and this is a fatal flaw for a leader in my eyes.

This one also leads to another thing - they are hot-headed and impulsive. It's the dark side of their drive: they hate to sit still and want to move forward, but this can lead to carelessness. The breachers had to make effort to convince them to listen to Lizzie when she spotted the acid Nessie and they didn't know it was there yet. What if the team didn't manage? And after they did, OF COURSE Cass had to volunteer to get the water. Because they see themself as totally disposable, meaning nothing. Goes very well with their sort of self-centeredness and coarseness in social situations, yep. Damn I love how this character is built because it all makes so much sense and fits so well together! *_*

So, we already established that lack of self-preservation a.k.a. responsibility for their own safety, especially paired with their hot temper, takes from Cass' ability to be a good leader.

Being very driven also showed its dark side.

Next, the lever thing. Cass complies so far, but they aren't the one to be obedient, and they are getting closer and closer to the breaking point when all the threats won't matter if they put the team and other worlds safety on the line. Vincula and Yanus seemed to miss the fact that Cass will give themselves up in a blink of an eye if it means others will be safe and sound. Which also means don't back this person into a corner. At best they will stand their ground like a rock, at worst they'll start biting back, and this will hurt. That, or do something stupid that will undermine the whole mission and will take some budget to cover the losses at the very least.

Right, about "something stupid". Cass is emotional. They are the beating living heart of the team, but also impulsive and hot-headed, as I mentioned. And they CAN let their emotions take the better of them. Not in any case, they have to be exposed to a considerable pressure for that, but one can't break the heart and expect it to keep pumping the blood for the whole body to keep moving. Also, partly due to their iself-worth issues, they aren't really that well-versed in social situations which creates conflicts. Cass is charismatic and seems to be able to pull even a tree into a friendly conversation if they want to, but this just barely saves them as the glue of the team. Others correct them from time to time, and Cass is already pretty self-conscious about themselves being not very sensitive to others. It's not a bad thing on its own but not very fitting for a leader, is it?

Now, let's follow this emotional thread back to the responsibility. I mentioned that Cassius is overflowing with it, and it's actually not very good. First of all, they grew too attached to the team, so they won't be able to make some cold-blooded decisions which may be necessary in dangerous environment. Ok, the team likes to think for themselves so they just decide collectively. Good.

But - and this is my favourite thing that picked up the most in the end of season 2 - Cassius doesn't manage to bear the weight of this responsibility because of how attached they are to everyone and their perfectionism in this department. The responsibility has already transformed into a full-blown anxiety, dragging Cass down and feeding to their other insecurities. Cassius is breaking underneath it all. They took up this job and role - and they don't really manage. They are still going to carry on with it bacause of the responsibility and their strong principles, but they are already crumbling down. And starting to make fatal mistakes.

I didn't listen to S3 yet and I'm VERY curious how they are going to handle the loss of Greg. It's good Silas is being taken seriously now and sort of co-regulates with Cass, helping to manage their emotions, cooling them down when necessary and supporting at their lowest - they both are gradually coming to that co-leadership model, mutually growing personality-wise, and I really like how slowly and naturally it was being established throughout the seasons, - but for the sake of Cass' own mental well-being I wish it happened earlier. By the look of it this loss is going to hit hard. Hope I won't be disappointed.

This last point - losing the battle in being the leader who keeps everyine safe, like an Atlas holding the sky, - is my favourite developement of the whole season, I think, because I don't see it all that often, but it's INTERESTING. Come on! True, I don't consume THAT much media, but I'd say it's not too little either, and this kind of character developement is rare. Because it means you'd have to let your best piece break and then what? Leave them? Restore? Set them up to the darker path? Turn into a villain? So many possibilities! But it's a risk, because what if the audience won't like losing their favourite? At least that's how I see the reasoning.

I can only think of two other examples with very similar qualities, character traits and positions being led a similar path - it's Arcane's Vi and Shiro from Voltron the Legendary Defender. They are both charismatic, glue/link everyone together, have this easy air around them - it's impossible not to feel good in their presence, same with Cass. Vi can also be pretty rough or crude at times. All are fighters. At the same time all three share the same leadership anxiety. They have big things to accomplish, people depending on them, either by their own miscalculated decision or by lack of other options, and don't really know how to approach this. Shiro didn't ask for a bunch of kids to lead into a full-blown war, he has a PTSD and ends up bringing quite a number of serious problems. Vi flings herself into the conflict between two city parts because her sister is in the center of it, but she drags a lot of people into it and makes a ton of mistakes. And so does Cass - they lead the breachers but clearly underestimated the risks and their own mental stamina. All three aren't going to give up, even when they really want to. All are broken by their decisions in various ways. This all is so raw and alive. I wish more creative teams explored this way of character developement.

And I'm looking forward to learning where Cass is headed, of course - now with those new losses and newfound strengths. Just... as soon as I pump up the courage because as much as I love it, heavy emotional stuff is, well, heavy.

By the way, I love how the podcast is structured - there are hints in the begining that start to make sense later, both Cassius' lines (mysterious so far, it's only clear they have amnesia and are talking to someone or somethig powerful? or, rather, influential?) and the backwards order of the worlds in the book Silas translates. So I think I'll just relisten to both seasons before I begin S3.

#syntax podcast #cassius #silas coldwell #greg washburn #I'm into a new fandom so cue walls of text #yaaaay #but what can I do if Cassius is my favourite type of personality and character #and I've just finished Arcane #so I'm kinda obsessed with both Cass and Vi #drowning in the tastiest content happily

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stacywaters · 10 months

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Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH5 - Not Quite a Date

"No, no this won't work either."

You're currently at your apartment going through every article of clothing you own. Hoseok never told you what you should wear to this not quite a date.

It's a fancy restaurant, sure, but it's also just a meeting between two friends. You guys are just going to be talking about music, so you should stay casual, right? And if you dress too formally and he doesn't, then it'll be embarrassing and show that you were in fact greatly looking forward to this.

You decide on a simple black dress that goes to your knees. It's sleeveless, but you figure you'll only be gone for about an hour. The meeting will be over before the sun even starts to set, so you won't need to bring a jacket.

The restaurant isn't far from your apartment so you decide to walk. Arriving at the building, you're astounded by the atmosphere. Tall and wide windows peer into the room and gloss over the tables. You leave the comfort of the awning and stroll into the restaurant. A thick red doormat covers the entryway and warm, moody lighting fills the room.

"Hello Ma'am. Have you made a reservation?"

"Umm.... I'm here to meet someone?" You say with apprehension in your tone.

"Ah. What is the party name?"

Shoot. Hoseok never told me what to say! "Well, I'm here to meet someone named Yoongi.... I think?"

"That'll be right this way."

You follow him through the busy restaurant and begin to feel self conscious. Everyone here is decked out in expensive jewelry, velvety outfits and hair that must have been professionally styled. You don't fit in at all, with your hair lightly brushed and only some makeup on.

Your feelings only get worse when you find yourself at his table. He's wearing what almost looks to be a suit. he looks stunning, and for a minute you can almost imagine that this really is a date, before looking down at your attire and being reminded of the harsh reality.

"Ah, this is a bit embarrassing." You say as you sit down, "You look so nice and I'm here in what could be considered a nightgown. Ah- not to say you look nice, er,. you do look nice but I mean-"

He interrupts with his soft laughing, "Thank you, but to be honest? These are actually just my pajamas."

What kind of a person owns pajamas like that? You think to yourself. An awkward silence forms between the two of you. Finally, he breaks the silence.

"So, how was your day?" He asks you.

"It was good, and you?" You ask, desperately avoiding eye contact.

"It was pretty stressful all day, but it's better now." You can't help but look up, only to be met by his intoxicating brown eyes. Was that... a flirt? It couldn't be, he's just talking about how he's happy to be done with work for the weekend.

Despite your own awkwardness, Yoongi was able to continue the conversation smoothly. Your guys' laughter died down as you stared off onto the empty plates and glasses on the table.

"So, Hoseok told me you needed help with music?" Yoongi asked.

"Ah, yeah. I wanted to find some new music for my cafe."

"Do you have any specific genre in mind?"

"Well, the cafes I usually go to have jazz music playing. However I'm quite fond of piano music... I guess it's kind of close to me since my mom always played the piano when I was a kid."

"I play piano" he says and smiles gently.

"Really? It's such a pretty instrument. I'd love to hear you play sometime"

He rolls up his sleeve to check the time on his watch.

"Hm... it's only 5:00 pm, do you want to come over to my apartment to hear me play? Like- I can play a few styles to give you a better idea of what you're looking for..."

"Okay! Ah but first-" You try to ask him if he wants to split the bill only to see him walking over and paying for it himself. Taking Hoseok's advice, you stand idly behind Yoongi and try to just have a good time.

You two walk out of the restaurant together. The sky is painted in scarlet and orange. The walk together was silent, from the beginning to the entryway to his apartment.

When you come inside, he leads you to the main room with a brown piano at the center of it. He sits down and begins to play. Soft notes envelop the silence, swinging in a way unique to the jazz style.

When the song ends, you clap profusely and smile.

"That was amazing! How long have you been playing for?"

"Thank you, I've been playing since I was fairly young." He responds, turning away to hide his face. "Would you um... like to sit down?" He clears room on the piano bench for you to sit.

He plays a few more songs and you sway along to the rhythm. You close your eyes and sink into the comfort of his playing. After a while of discussing, you guys decided that he would record a few performances for you to play at the cafe. He also suggested making a playlist of similar music for you. You agreed.

"I might even be able to perform at the cafe eventually. If you want!- that is." He says.

"That would be wonderful, Yoongi." You smile.

You check your phone to find it 8:00pm. Shoot, did you really just spend three hours here talking about music?

"Oh it's late, I really should get going. Thank you for today. I had a great time, you were a lot of help." You turn to open the door and leave when a hand grabs your wrist.

"I can uh, walk you home."

"No no! Don't worry about it, you've already done so much."

"It's fine, I enjoy walks at nighttime. I usually don't sleep until late anyways. Plus, I'd worry if you- Hoseok would hate me if I let you walk home in the dark." A blush spreads through his face as he tries to cover up how much he cares about you. You feel a warmth on your face as well.

Walking home you feel chills run down your arms. You'd worn a sleeveless dress this evening, not thinking you'd end up staying so long. A warmth envelops you and you welcome it, until you realize. Yoongi gently draped his jacket over your shoulders. He stays quiet. You blush and turn around to look at him. Despite the low lighting, you can still see him. Though he tries not to show it, he looks incredibly flustered. Even more than you.

#bts #bts army #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #yoongi oneshot #yoongi fanfic #yoongi drabble #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi reaction #yoongi x you #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #min suga #bts suga #myg

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

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✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol.

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying."

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down.

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance.

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now.

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it.

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you.

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-"

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened.

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy.

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv.

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top?

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan.

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world.

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?"

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his.

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny."

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window."

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either.

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator.

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands.

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it."

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock.

"what do good boys say katsuki~?"

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…"

"that's a good boy…"

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time.

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back.

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face.

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain.

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life."

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you.

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure.

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back.

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands.

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you.

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maybege · 3 years

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Booth Jazz

Summary: You and Boba explore a little fantasy – as a treat. (Part 4 of Midnight Special)

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.0k

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub relationship, exhibitionism, almost getting caught, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, consensual degradation and namecalling, multiple orgasms, creampie, car sex, mention of somnophilia, also these two idiots have feelings

I know it’s been a while but I hope that some of you are still interested in this little project. Updates will remain irregular for a while but you can look up the most recent posting schedule here. As always, big shout out to @ayybtch for enduring my thirsting for hot dad!Boba. I hope you all have an amazing start into the week and let me know what you think of this chapter!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“Back again, huh?” the man behind the counter greeted you, “And on a Thursday no less.”

“Yeah,” you smiled sheepishly, nervously motioning to the menu, “Could I get a cider please?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he nodded, wiping it one more time before grabbing a glass from behind him. You waited patiently, looking around the room and finding that while it was a little more crowded than last time you had been here, you recognized none of the people which was a good thing.

The last time you had been here, it was a weekend with live music. Now it was a Thursday evening which meant that there was a sports game of some sort playing on the large TVs, the centre of attention of the patrons that were there.

It did not escape you that the bartender looked you over, no doubt noticing your very fancy outfit for a Thursday night. Then again, he had never seen you wear anything else.

“Here you go,” the full glass slid towards you, leaving a wet trail on the polished wood, he nodded towards the end of the room, “Should I put it on his tab?”

“That would be great, thanks,” you smiled, taking your glass in hand before making your way to the direction he had nodded towards.

No one paid you any mind, the game being a finale of some sort. Still, you felt as though everybody. You were wearing a dark green cocktail dress, the fabric shiny in the low light and the neckline lower than what you usually wore. And, when the light shone just right, revealing the texture f the lace of your bra underneath. The fabric felt cool and smooth against your hot skin you felt as if everybody could see up your skirt even though the hem hit your knees with every step.

Your steps quickened when you spotted a single man occupying one of the booths at the very end of the room. He was looking down at his phone, intentionally paying you no mind and a coy smile slipped on your lips.

Without stopping, you raised your legs, making to climb over his lap as he was blocking one entry to the bench. Boba’s hand shot up, gripping your hip and keeping you standing over him while his eyes roamed over your figure.

You bit your lip, seeing how his eyes darkened when they landed on your chest, your nipples already pebbled and visibly through the fabric.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked teasingly, shivering when his hand left your hip, trailing down your legs until it simply fell to his side.

“Not at all,” he rasped, motioning to the free space next to him, “Feel free.”

You settled down next to him in the booth, Boba’s arm immediately coming to rest around your shoulders.

“Hello there, little one,” he rumbled, turning his face to press a kiss against your mouth. It already made you clench your thighs, your anticipation building a thick knot in your lower belly.

He groaned, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to taste you and you thanked the stars that the lights were dimmed in the room or else everybody would see you getting in a heated make-out session with him. His other hand went to your bare thigh, big fingers splaying over the soft flesh as he gripped it and patted your legs.

Your breathing came heavy as his mouth wandered to your jaw and behind your ear. “Sorry, I’m late,” you breathed out, leaning your head back against the plush leather of the booth, “Work ran later than I wanted it to. How can I make it up to you?”

Boba chuckled into your ear, the sound low and gravelly and sending a rush of wetness between your thighs. You already knew he had the filthiest thing in mind and you were so here for it. Your walls fluttered around nothing. All day you had been looking forward to tonight, barely able to focus on work, and now that you were here, it was as if you were already on the edge.

“I want you to take off your panties for me, little one,” he instructed hoarsely, pulling your legs open even further, “I want to finger you right here in the pub and I want you to stay good and quiet for me. Can you do that for me, princess?”

You grinned widely, putting your hand on his and pulling it in between your thighs. “I’m not wearing any … sir,” you bit your bottom lip, suppressing a gasp when you felt his middle finger swipe through your already wet folds, “you can do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” he praised you, his thumb circling your clit and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the wet sounds that came from between your legs.

“Stars, you’re wet for me,” he praised you, “Good girl. Gripping my fingers real tight, hm?”

The bar erupted in cheers at the game, chairs scraping on the floor as some stood up, calling for new rounds of beer and high fiving each other.

You whimpered, breath catching in your throat as Boba used the cover of their noise to speed up his movements. Your legs shook and you weakly tried to put your hand on his, pulling them away from your cunt as the knot in your belly tightened. Everything felt warm – hot– and tight and you felt yourself clamp around him, your feet trembling in the heels you were wearing.

Boba mumbled something you did not understand and suddenly his hand was gone and you whined at the loss, arching your hips. But then his hand came back, slapping your pussy and your hand flew to your mouth, biting into your palm as he pulled an orgasm out of you so strongly you were surprised you did not leave an entire wet patch on the floor.

Leaning back against the bench, you felt dizzy and sweaty and

Boba had sat up slightly, his body covering you from anyone who might decide to look into your general direction. He was looking over you, his face dark as his fingers lipped back inside you. Immediately your walls clamped around the digits again and bit your lip, doing your best to remain quiet.

There was the tell-tale bulge in his jeans and you weakly raised your hand to touch him. Even through the thick fabric of his jeans, you could feel the heat of him and your mouth watered at the thought of getting him into your mouth. Of licking the precoma from his tip before having him push his cock so far down your throat it would make tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck I want to sit you on my cock so bad,” he cursed under his breath, his fingers not ceasing their movements and you whimpered, “but that would be a little too obvious, wouldn’t it? You’re too much of a cock slut to stay quiet.“

Boba curled his fingers inside you, slowly rubbing his long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb swiped over your clit and you bit into his shoulder, feeling slightly sorry for the nice shirt he was wearing as you tried to muffle your sounds. How had you just come and still craved his touch?

Your walls clenched around him. The sounds of the bar echoed in your ears, seemingly getting louder with every thrust of Boba’s fingers inside you. There were people everywhere. And here you were creaming around Boba’s thick fingers as he whispered pure filth into your ear.

“Need you to be quiet for me, little one,” he reminded you with a chuckle, completely pressed up against you, “unless you want everyone to know what a good girl you are for me.”

You nodded frantically, trying your best to keep quiet. But then you saw him look down and you followed his line of sight and the whole staying quiet thing became much more difficult. Because with how you had spread your legs, your dress had ridden up, revealing his thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, glistening from your juices.

A quiet moan left you. one that Boba immediately swallowed up with a heated kiss. His thumb

“If you keep this up you’re going to have to let them watch.”

You knew he did not really mean the second one. Early on in your text messages, he had told you he was not one to share – “And certainly not you, little one” – but his words still flustered you and you squeezed around his fingers.

“Have I told you how much I love this?” he whispered into your ear, clearly trying to coax another orgasm out of you and with the way your pussy got even wetter at his deep voice, it was clearly working.

You shook your head breathlessly, feeling your cheeks heat with anticipation as his teeth grazed your earlobe.

“All we said to each other today was hello before I had my fingers buried in this tight cunt of yours,” he revealed, “You did not even ear any panties, you’re that much of a slut for me. Letting me fuck you right in the booth where we first met.”

You whimpered, thankful for the loud cheers of the other patrons, and bit your lips, trying to ignore how good his degrading words made you feel. But Boba knew you and he could read your body like an open book.

With a teasing smirk on his lips, his other hand came up to your neckline, pushing it to the side and when his thumb caught the lace edge of your bra he just pulled it with him. And suddenly not only were you getting fingered undeath the table but one of your tits was bared to the warm air of the bar.

You gaped at Boba’s confidence before your mouth clamped shut trying to keep your sounds in when he started to play with your nipple. “One more,” he encouraged you, “one more time around my fingers and then we can do whatever we want,” he promised you hotly, his fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

From the corner of your eyes, you spotted someone making their way to the washrooms. Which meant that had to pass by you. Your heart jumped in your throat and your limbs locked up, the pleasure threatening to become too much while the fear of being discovered rendered you silent.

Boba seemed to notice it too, a dark look forming in his eyes as his fingers sped up. He shifted, his body now completely covering yours in the dark booth. “C’mon,” he growled, his thumb flicking over the bundle of nerves, “Either you come right now or you don’t come at all.”

The drunken man stumbled a little, clearly intoxicated, as he supported himself on a table on the other side of the aisle. Boba made a sound at the back of his throat, forcing you to look at him and your breath caught in your throat, walls rhythmically clenching around your fingers.

There was a determination in his eyes and suddenly your entire chest was bared and Boba leant down, biting into the soft flesh of your left breast and you came.

It took everything in you to not slump forward and be seen by everyone in the bar but sideways into Boba’s body, every muscle in your body tensing before relaxing into what felt like melted butter as wetness coated Boba’s fingers.

You closed your eyes, completely out of breath, uncaring that your tits were still very much out in the open.

“Good girl,” Boba mumbled against your temple, pressing a kiss against your cheek as his fingers slowed their thrusts until he pulled them entirely from you, “My goof fucking girl.”

You smiled dreamily, pushing your face into the crook of his neck, “Thank you for making me come, Boba.”

He chuckled and you felt his chest move with the sound. “You’re very welcome, little one,” he rumbled, “How are you feeling?”

Shifting in your seat you grimaced as you felt the wat patch between and under your thighs. The leather was slippery and your skin felt like it was glued to it.

“Sticky,” you answered truthfully, heat shooting into your cheeks, “Stars, I am so embarrassed, I – it feels like I left a puddle. They will know what we did and –“

“Let me worry about that okay?” he interrupted you gently and you watched with wide eyes as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, making a show of sucking and licking your juices from his skin. His dark eyes kept looking at you and you felt your lower belly clench with want.

Stars knew you would not be able to come again so easily but you needed him.

“Let’s go to your car,” you breathed, your hands falling to his thighs, “I – I need you.”

“But you haven’t even finished your drink, little one,” the older man teased you, his lips dragging over your shoulder as he helped you to straighten out your dress. The soft fabric felt cold against your heated skin and you were glad that you had chosen a dark colour because you were sure otherwise everybody would be able to see the stains on it as it plastered to your wet skin.

“I don’t care, I don’t want it,” you pouted, one hand rubbing him through his jeans and you noted with a hint of satisfaction that his jaw tensed as he tried to keep it together, “I only want you.”

“Good, then promise me you won’t get angry with me, princess.”

Your frowned, “What-“

Something wet and cold spilled over both of you – but mainly you. You gasped at the shock, the cider immediately soaking through the fabric of your dress and you scooted away from him, quickly making a grab for some napkins that you pressed on your lap.

“Oh no,” Boba said drily, wiping his hands on a dark patch on his jeans, “I better go ask the bartender for something to clean up this mess with.”

Only now did you realize what exactly Boba had done. Because with you scooting away, the glass had not stopped spilling – it simply spilled on the already wet leather now. Which meant Boba had the perfect cover to wipe down the table and the bench and no one would be the wiser.

Well, except for you.

He came back a moment later with a rag and motioned for you to stand up which you did readily, grimacing at the sticky feeling. You watched as Boba bent over the bench, thoroughly wiping everything away and making sure not a trace of your activities was left before he stood up again.

“There we go,” he mumbled, eyes roaming over your form and his lips quirked up, “And I am sure you don’t want to stay here in these wet clothes, little one. I think I might have a shirt back in the car that you could borrow. Sound good?”

You smiled, “very good.”

Boba smiled, one arm wrapping around your waist as he guided you out of the bar. The other patrons were so busy with the game they did not even notice you leave.

The front of the bar was completely abandoned and you smiled when he led you into an all-familiar alley. “Keep it in your pants, little one,” Boba joked, passing the spot where he had first thrust inside you, “I’m not gonna fuck you against this brick wall again.”

Your shoulders fell, “Why not?”

“Because there are so many other places I want to fuck you first.”

“Oh?”

But Boba ignored your very obvious interest in that line of conversation as he led you to the parking lot at the back of the building. Much like the bar, there were a few cars there but it was not too crowded which meant that you recognized Boba’s truck immediately, your steps speeding up the closer you got.

The headlights lit up as he unlocked it and you smiled when he passed the driver’s door and instead opened the back door.

“Not to forget the secret wish a little birdie told me,” he smiled, settling himself in the back seat, already fiddling with his belt.

You hiked your dress up, “Which is?”

Boba grinned wolfishly, clearly happy with how the evening had progressed and his warm hands found your hips, pulling you on top of him. You looked down to where he was freeing himself from his briefs, thick and heavy and already leaking precome.

“That someone would very much like to be fucked in her sleep,” he revealed, a knowing look in his eyes and once again Boba Fett managed to fluster you, “but you did not expect me to say that now did you?”

“How did you know?” you asked, softly gasping when his hands once again pushed the neckline of your dress out of the way before pulling down the soft cups from your bra, revealing your tits to the cold night air.

“A hunch,” he shrugged, “That and the fact that you were begging me to fuck you by the time you were half asleep,” his fingers rolled your nipples between them, “I believe your exact words were I don’t mind if I wake up with your cock inside me, Sir.”

Both embarrassment and pleasure coursed through and you threw your head back, “Oh stars.”

A loud groan left him when your wet folds rubbed up against his shaft. “Fuck, little one, don’t think I will last long tonight. Not like that.”

But you did not let him deteriorate from your mission. With one hand supporting yourself on his shoulder, the other pumped his cock, keeping him steady so that you could sink down in him in one go. You wanted all of him and you wanted it fast and hard.

“I don’t need to come, Boba,” you replied breathlessly, working yourself onto him, “I – I just want you to come inside me, please. W-Want you to fill me up again so I can feel you tomorrow.”

The sound he let out was beautiful and you let your hands drift over his shoulders down to the fabric that was covering him. You lifted yourself up in the process, relishing in how thick he was inside you, how he seemed to rub against your walls in only the best way, before sinking down again, the sudden movement causing a slapping sound.

Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, your hands roamed over his chest and belly, exploring his tattoos. Boba moaned, his hand squeezing your tits and massaging them roughly, sometimes venturing to circle your nipples and pull them just how you liked it.

“Feel so good,” he brought out, his hips starting to meet yours and you lost your rhythm, simply letting him fuck up into you, “Tightest little pussy just for me.”

You buried your face in his neck, whining at the way he kept using you to get off. Shit, you knew you would not come again and yet there was something so very hot about Boba for once only being concerned with his pleasure.

A broad hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you away from him until you were face to face. “Look at me,” he ordered breathlessly, his eyes glassy and you leant forward, kissing him as hard you could. With every thrust, his cock seemed to reach deeper inside you and your clit rubbed against his belly, more or less accidentally stimulating you.

“You really just want me to come inside you, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

His hand tightened, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Say it.”

“I just want you to come inside me,” you squeaked out, your “Please, I just want you to come inside me. Just use me. Please use me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease –“

He surged forward, teeth clashing against yours and his hips snapped up even harder. He was close, you could feel it in the way he hardened inside you, how his hand tightened around your neck and how his breathing became shallow, dark eyes locking with yours.

And then he came.

The car windows were foggy and your eyes rolled back in your head when the feeling of his seed spilling inside you triggered the surprising third orgasm of the night. You felt warm and full, Boba’s solid body underneath yours the one thing that grounded you in reality.

Catching your breath, you cuddled into his chest, ignoring how his come started to trickle out of you around his cock while Boba gently brushed your back, his lip pressing soft kisses wherever he could reach.

“Thank you for coming inside me,” you mumbled sweetly and grinned when you felt him twitch inside you again.

“Stars, woman,” he groaned, running his hand over his face, “You are really going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

You laughed, “I hope not.”

It was silent for a moment before both of became aware that you were indeed very much in public and that it only needed one patron to come out to notice what you had done. Which meant that, as slowly as possible, you pulled away from each other.

“Here,” he whispered, reaching behind him and handing you a dark t-shirt, “This might be more comfortable.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, pecking his lips before quickly changing in front of him, “So what do we do now?”

Boba looked down, focussing on re-buttoning his shirt. “I have an idea.”

For a moment, you had feared that he would drive you home already.

But that fear dissipated quickly when he turned into the local fast food’s drive-in.

He got each of you a burger and a milkshake and some fries to share, depositing them between your seats. Still parked behind the neon sign of the drive-in, you mostly ate in silence, quickly devouring your food and drinks while smiling and looking warmly at each other.

Neither one of you wanted to address the elephant in the room.

Only when the music on the radio changed from Electro House something to Calm Country go home music did Boba start the car again, taking the route to get you home.

“When’s your flight?” you asked into the quiet, pressing a kiss against his neck. Your heart was still racing in your chest and with the slight sheen of sweat on your skin, you shivered from the cool night air that came through the window you had cracked open.

“Four a.m.” he replied, a large truck passing you, “A buddy of mine is going to drive me to the airport.”

You hummed, looking out the window. You had been so excited for tonight, for good reason too, but now you felt as if the little time you had, had passed way too quickly. You wanted to hold on to him, this, for just a few hours longer but a look at the dashboards clock – 2:30 am – told you there was no that was going to happen.

“Two weeks,” you sighed, slumping against his side, “I’m going to miss you.”

Boba’s hand slipped from the gearshift to your thigh, lightly squeezing your knee, “I will miss you too, little one. Did not think an all-inclusive business trip to Hawaii would have me this hesitant.”

Neither one of you said anything as he kept driving, the city sights soon turning into familiar streets and your heart ached as he pulled into the parking lot in front of your apartment complex. It was completely abandoned and only the street lamp Boba had parked in front offered a little light.

Both of you remained sitting in the car and it calmed you somewhat that Boba seemed as reluctant to let you go as you were.

“Will – will you text?” you asked, turning to the side to face him while your hand already rested on the doorknob.

He looked serious, then, nodding slowly as if getting used to the thought. “Yeah, little one,” he whispered, “I will.”

As you hurried up the stairs to your apartment, confident that none of your neighbours would be awake to see you only in a slightly too long shirt, you wondered if this something between you could be more than a booty call.

#maybege writes #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x reader #smut #boba fett smut

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korasonata · 3 years

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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!

Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572

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00:32:05

Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—

Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!

Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.

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00:56:25

Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—

Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.

Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.

Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.

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01:01:15

Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.

Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.

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01:02:04

Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!

Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.

Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.

Cleo: Laaaaaffe

Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—

Both: laaaaffe!!

Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!

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01:07:16

Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream

Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!

Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!

Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—

Cleo: oh I’m sorry.

Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”

Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!

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01:29:43

Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?

Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.

Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.

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01:31:11

Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.

Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.

Joe: Hm, that makes sense.

Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.

Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.

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01:42:47

Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.

Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.

Joe: Yay Cleo!

Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.

Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.

Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.

Joe (quietly): I am so glad

Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.

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01:44:19

Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.

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02:00:54

Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?

Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!

Cleo: *cackling*

Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.

Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!

Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—

Cleo: *dying*

Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.

Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”

Joe: nOO!!!

Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.

Joe: But I’m really good at it!

Cleo: *spitting out her drink*

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01:49:52

Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.

Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.

Joe: yay!

Cleo: On a flimsy raft.

Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—

Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.

Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.

Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.

Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.

Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.

Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…

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02:04:43

Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—

Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.

Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-

Cleo: And then he just continues

Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.

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02:15:26

Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.

Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”

Joe: My definition of what?

Cleo: Need.

Joe: Need.

Cleo: I need a green suit.

Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.

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02:30:23

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.

Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?

Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.

Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.

Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.

Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.

Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.

Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—

Both: Joe’s despair.

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02:34:31

Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.

Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.

Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.

Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.

Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?

Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.

Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.

Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.

—

02:51:53

Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?

Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.

Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.

Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.

Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.

Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.

Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.

—

03:38:48

Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.

Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.

Cleo: Fact.

—

04:00:34

(Having finished her model)

Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.

Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.

Cleo: Ok.

Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.

Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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purityoflust · 3 years

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The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

#Jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #part two #part 2 #yandere #male yandere #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #gender neutral #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #small series

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tyongxnct · 3 years

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𝐹𝐼𝐺𝑈𝑅𝐸𝑆 - 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑦

pairing: Hendery x reader

special guest: Lucas, mention of Jaehyun

summary: Hendery tried so hard to win your heart, but you weren’t sure about giving him a chance. He was a fuckboy after all and everyone told you he’d break your heart. You gave him a chance, you thought he had changed, but little did you know. Little did you know that he was going to break your heart.

song: figures - Jessie Reyez

genre: established-relationship!au fuckboy!au college!au , angst, smut

warnings: smut, toxic relationship, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption, manipulation?, self-doubt

word count: 5.3k

A/N: yooo my first hendery fic I hope you enjoy!!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy @chitaphrrrr

this is fiction!

Figures I gave you ride or die and you gave me games Love figures I know I'm cryin' 'cause you just won't change

Love figures I gave it all and you gave me shit Love figures I wish I could do exactly what you did

The power couple on campus.

That’s how everyone called you and Hendery. You were the power couple, the couple everyone loved and everyone was jealous of.

Before you agreed to go on a date with Hendery, your friends had warned you about him.

“He’s a fuckboy, Y/n.”

“Don’t fall for him, you’ll get hurt.”

“I heard he dated three girls at once and none of them knew about the other.”

But Hendery had his eyes on you for a while now, and he did everything to get your attention. He’d buy you an iced caramel latte every morning before you had to go to class, he’d give you snacks in between classes, he’d text you good night and good morning every day. He was just the sweetest guy ever and it didn’t take long for you to give it a try.

You went on your first date and you fell hard for him. Hendery was so kind and lovely, the perfect gentleman. He was like that until you got together, but the first couple months you dated, he still acted like a perfect boyfriend.

Even your friends fell for his sweet acting.

“Guess we were wrong Y/n.”

“I’m glad you gave him a chance, look how happy he makes you.”

“You’re such a power couple, you look so good together.”

You were blinded.

You were blinded by your love for him and by everyone on campus talking about your perfect relationship, everyone was telling you how lucky you were to have him. But things changed. He changed. Hendery was cold, distant and most of the time annoyed. Whatever you did annoyed him. Simple things like asking him about his day, telling him you missed him made him snap at you.

When Hendery snapped at you, you apologized right away and cursed yourself, you felt like it was your fault that he was distant.

Stupid Y/n, he’s right. You should shut up and leave him alone.

When Hendery stopped texting you good morning and good night, you still did.

You (09:27): good morning babeeee, I saw you in my dreams and now I miss you. Can you come over today?

Babyyyy (20:20): Baby I’m out with the guys tonight.

You were worried all day. He didn’t answer your text or your calls. You stopped calling, you didn’t want to annoy him. After finally receiving a text, you got ready for bed.

You (20:21): okay baby, be safe. I love you.

When Hendery left you hanging, over and over again.

You (19:30): Hey baby, I thought we were going to meet up at 7? Are you okay? Did something happen?

You waited another half an hour and he didn’t show up. You called him about three times and you tried to call his friend, Lucas. “Hello?” he yelled into the phone, the music in the background was too loud. “Hey Lucas. This is Y/n. I’m sorry to bother you but is Hendery with you? He isn’t answering my calls and I’m a little worried.”

“Oh, hi, uhm- give me a second yeah?”

“Sure.”

You could hear many voices, female, and male.

“One night, I just want one fucking night for myself.” You heard Hendery say, “Why the fuck are you calling Lucas?! Do you want to embarrass me?”

Hendery snapped at you.

“Sorry, I was just worried. I thought tonight is date night-“

“I told you I can’t today.” He said annoyed.

“Oh, did you? I don’t remember that you-“

“Are you calling me a liar now?” he said angrily.

“No of course not. Oh yeah, here is your text. I’m sorry I forgot it.”

There was no text.

“See, I told you.”

“Sorry. Uhm, have fun and I lo-“

He hung up.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You didn’t know what to do anymore. The boy who was head over heels for you, changed so much and was constantly hurting you. What happened to the Hendery who promised to never hurt you?

You woke up in the middle of the night to a loud bang on your door.

You looked through the spy and saw Hendery and Lucas, who was trying to hold him up. You opened the door and Hendery stumbled in, you still caught him with your hands and Lucas helped you.

“Hey Y/n. I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour- uhm, I didn’t know where else to bring him.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for taking care of him.”

Lucas smiled softly and helped you carry Hendery to your bedroom.

“Do you need any help or?”

“No thank you, you can go now.”

He nodded and left you alone with a drunk Hendery.

“Hendery? I’ll make you some coffee okay? Do you want to take a shower?”

“Hm?? Shower sounds good.” He giggled.

You let a little bit water in your bathtub and in the meantime you made his coffee. When you entered the bathroom after placing the coffee in your room, he was trying to take off his clothes.

“Babeeee, helppppp.” He whined.

You smiled softly, he was kinda cute-

Wait.

What’s that?

He was half naked in front of you for the first time actually, but the purple marks on his neck and collarbones distracted you.

You weren’t the one who gave him those hickeys.

“I know I’m hot.” He giggled and started unbuttoning his pants. You turned around as he pulled his pants and briefs down. “D-Do you need help?”

You could hear him sit down in the bathtub.

“Mhmm.” He mumbled.

Who gave you hickeys Hendery?

You softly washed his hair and his body, you tried to look anywhere but down.

Did you cheat on me Hendery?

Is she better than me?

Prettier?

Skinnier?

You were in deep thoughts and Hendery noticed, so he pulled you in and you yelped at the sudden pull and water hitting your skin.

“Shower with me baby.” He giggled again.

“Hendery I’m still in my clothes.”

You got up and your pajama sticked to your body and you weren’t wearing a bra. Hendery looked at your body with a shimmer in his eyes. You helped him get up and wrap the towel around him.

“Go and wait in my room and drink your coffee okay?”

“Yes sir!” he giggled, eyes glued to your breasts. You closed the door and took off your clothes. You looked at the mirror, did he cheat on you?

You were scared, so scared to lose him. You were in love with him after all, you loved him more than anything.

You also wrapped a towel around your body and left the bathroom to get you clothes. When you entered your room, Hendery was still wrapped in the towel. He starred at you. “Did you drink your coffee?” you asked him, he pouted and shook his head.

You sighed.

“When I’m back, I want to see you drink your coffee okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to change. I’m completely wet.”

Hendery smirked, “You’re wet?”

“Did you forget what you just did?” you opened your drawer and grabbed your underwear and pajamas.

When you turned around, you bumped into Hendery’s chest. “What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

Yeah, you made out and he touched you, over your clothes, he gave you hickeys and you gave him hickeys here and there, but you were never completely naked in front of each other. His hands were on your waist now, he grabbed you softly and pressed himself against you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

You didn’t give him those hickeys.

But maybe, you could give him new ones to remind him that you are his girlfriend.

Maybe he was sexually frustrated and needed you.

Maybe he needs you right and now as much as you need him.

You weren’t a virgin anymore, but it was different with Hendery. You wanted to take your time with him, you trusted him but you after all the rumors about him being a fuckboy, you were a little scared.

But right now, you were scared to lose him to another girl.

Hendery pressed you against your bed now, his lips leaving yours to leave kisses on your skin. His hand slowly made his way inside of your towel. He stroked your bare thighs and his lips were right above your breasts, they were still covered in the towel.

You could feel his length against your leg and it turned you on. You needed him.

“H-Hendery please.”

“You want this baby? Tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this- I need this please.” You whimpered as he kissed your breasts over the towel.

“Let’s get rid of this shall we?”

You were completely naked under him now. You tried to close your legs, but he was in between them and stopped you from doing so. You hid your boobs under your arms.

“I want to see you baby. Please let me see.” He said softly.

You slowly showed him your boobs, nipples hard from the cold and arousal.

“So perfect.” He whispered as he licked your nipple. He cupped the other one and squeezed it slightly. You heart was beating so fast, and it felt so good, you closed your eyes and let him do whatever he wanted to your body.

“H-Hendery,”

“Yes baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Mark me- p-please mark me.” You moaned.

Hendery smirked against your boobs. He left a couple kisses on your breasts and then he sucked marks on your skin. On your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. While sucking on your skin, his hand travelled between your legs. He slowly put his finger on your clit and circled it. You got even wetter and you wanted more.

“More- Please.” You moaned.

Hendery put two fingers inside of you and started pumping. You could hear how wet you are, how much he turned you on. Your body was on fire and you could feel your orgasm coming. His tongue was back on your nipple, softly licking and sucking.

“F-Fuck Hendery!” you came and you came hard. You had the best orgasm ever, and he didn’t even put his dick inside of you.

“Look how hard you made me baby.” He rubbed his dick against you and licked his fingers.

“Please fuck me, please.” You begged.

“Baby let me get a condom okay? Gonna fuck you so good.”

Hendery looked in his wallet for a condom, he was always carrying a condom with him.

He ripped the condom open and wrapped it around his hard dick. You were too shy to look at his dick, you looked at the ceiling and waited for him. When he was back on top of you, he kissed your lips.

“Give me your hand.” He said and you did.

He helped you wrap your hand around his dick. He guided you to pump him a little before he placed his cock at your entrance. Hendery slowly pushed in and when he was fully inside of you, you felt so full and good. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

He started fucking you harder and deeper and you almost saw the stars.

“Feels good baby?”

“Feels so good, H-Hendery, I feel so full.” You moaned out as he grabbed your wrists to press them against the bed.

You closed your eyes, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him fucking you.

“Open your eyes and watch how I fuck you.” He said.

You did as he said and when you wanted to close your eyes again, too shy to look at him, with his one hand, he held your wrists and with the other he wrapped his hand around your neck. “I said look at me.” He almost growled as he started chocking you.

This was your first time getting chocked and it felt good, better than you imagined.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you moaned.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock baby? Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

One hand was chocking you and the other one was on your clit. You clenched around his cock as you came for the second time that night. Your orgasm hit you harder this time and you wrapped your hands around his arm.

“T-Too much, Hendery”

“Baby I’m almost there. I know you can take it.”

As he kept fucking into you, you could feel your third orgasm nearing and when you came again, you clenched and that was it for him. Hendery exploded and came into the condom. He pulled out and threw the condom away. You couldn’t move, you were too exhausted.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms under your warm blankets. You hoped that this night would change him. Maybe he could see how much you cared about him and how much he hurt you in the last weeks. How you cried every night, how you waited for him, only to be ditched.

But he didn’t change.

When you woke up, he was gone.

I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

You decided to go to a party tonight. When you told your friends that you wanted to hang out with them and drink, they were so happy. It’s been a couple weeks since you had spent time with them. Hendery didn’t like your friends. They had tried to stop you from dating Hendery, they told you bad things about him and even though they were right, he hated them for trying to stop you from loving him. He tried to stop you from meeting them as much as he could, he was scared that they would tell you about his secret reputation. He was still the same old fuckboy, but he didn’t want to lose you, so you had to stay at home and wait for him. But your friends sadly didn’t know about the shit he was doing. And even though you weren’t really close to Lucas, he knew and felt bad for you. He liked you, he was happy that his friend found someone as nice and kind as you, but Hendery was still his friend and it wasn’t his relationship, he promised Hendery not to tell you anything.

Now you were dressed sexily, on your way to a frat party your friend was invited to. She was seeing this frat boy, Jaehyun, and she really hoped to get closer to him tonight.

You texted Hendery that you were out with your friends, he called you an hour later but you didn’t want to answer. He never answered you calls and this time you wanted to know how it feels to ignore someone. He texted you, telling you to call him, to tell him where you were.

Maybe he was worried?

You called him back, you couldn’t ignore him any longer, you weren’t like that, you didn’t want him to worry. You couldn’t ignore him like he ignored you.

“Fucking finally.”

“Sorry it was too lo-“

“Where the fuck are you? Didn’t I tell you to stop talking to those girls!”

“Hendery we-“

“I don’t fucking care. Go home.”

You had enough, “No.” and then you hung up and turned off your phone.

“Hey everything alright?” your friend asked you.

You nodded with a small smile, “Let’s have fun!”

Not even an hour later, you were drunk. The last time you were this drunk, was before you dated Hendery. It felt good, you stopped caring, just like he always did, and enjoyed your time with your friends.

Everything seemed blurry after a while, your head was spinning and you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little. You told your friends that you had to pee and then you went upstairs. You weren’t sure which door was the right one.

You opened the first door and saw a couple making out.

You opened the second door and it was empty.

You opened the third door and when you saw another couple, you almost left the room, but after realizing it was Hendery with a girl, you stopped moving. They were facing each other and it seemed like they were about to kiss.

“Bitch, we’re kinda busy here?” she said annoyed that you interrupted them. When Hendery turned around and saw you standing there, he looked at you with a shocked expression.

“B-Baby? What are you doing here?” he stepped back from her and walked to you.

“Don’t! Don’t come closer to me!” you stepped back.

“Hendery? Who’s that girl?” she asked him.

“She’s my girlfriend, I told you about her.” he hoped that the girl he was about to fuck would help him.

“Right. Hi, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, Hendery just gave me some boyfriend advice, you know, since he’s your boyfriend and he’s a little experienced. I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you again Hendery.” She smiled at you, but there was something telling you, that she lied. That they lied.

Hendery pulled you closer by your wrist and closed the door after she left.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re here?”

“Who was that girl, Hendery?” you ignored his question, “What did you do with her?”

Hendery laughed awkwardly, “I did nothing with her. We just talked.”

“Is she the girl you’re cheating on me with?” your sounded so broken. You pulled your arm out of his grip. “What? I’m not cheating on you!” he yelled, his heart was beating so fast against his chest.

“Don’t l-lie. Please don’t lie to me.” You were about to cry. The alcohol you consumed slowly left your system.

“You’re here accusing me of cheating although you’re the one dressed like this at a fucking frat party. What the fuck are you doing here huh?!” he changed the topic, he was mad and scared. He had to blame you, he needed you to forget about the whole cheating thing.

“W-What? I’m here with my friends, I told you that. I would never lie to you. I would never hurt you! I would never cheat on you but you-“

“Okay, I trust you, so why can’t you trust me huh?!”

“I saw the hickeys! I-I saw you with this girl not even five minutes ago. I-I don’t know what to think anymore!” you started crying, you were feeling so overwhelmed with the situation, you didn’t know what to believe.

Figures I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust Love figures

“Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” Hendery yelled at you, “I thought you loved me! You can’t even trust your own boyfriend!”

Hearing those words leave his mouth hurt you so much.

“N-No I love you! I’m sorry-“ you sobbed.

“I-I don’t know If I believe you. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.” He said and looked at the floor. You hugged him tightly, too scared to lose him. “N-No! I trust you and I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Hendery. I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

His plan worked.

He felt disgusting, but he couldn’t lose you.

You say sorry once and you think it's enough I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys Beggin' for me just to give 'em a try Figures I'm willin' to stay 'Cause I'm sick for your love

You really thought you were going to lose him and you really thought that he’d change and everything would be great, but nothing changed.

Your mind was playing games with you. You still didn’t trust Hendery, but you would shut up until you see him do something he shouldn’t. Every second of your day, you were scared to go out or call him. Scared to hear a female voice. Scared to see him cheating.

You acted like the perfect girlfriend. Always doing whatever he wanted you to, always having sex with him, whenever he wanted. Always shutting up when he told you to. You were slowly and painfully breaking apart.

It was your one-year anniversary and you planned something for him. You wanted to surprise him with his favorite cake and two tickets to Tokyo. He had told you when you were still getting to know each other, that it was his dream to go to Tokyo.

It was ten in the morning when you stopped in front of his frat house. Everyone was sleeping of course, it was a Sunday after all. This week it was his frat house having a party, last week it was another frat house.

You softly knocked on the door, a guy you had never seen before opened the door and he looked like he was awake the whole night.

“And you are?”

“Oh yeah sorry. I’m here for-“

“I don’t care. Come in.”

You entered and went upstairs. You were only two times here, but that was at the beginning of your relationship.

It was still early, Hendery was probably still asleep, but you wanted to spend the whole day with him.

That guy followed you up and when he saw your hand on Hendery’s door, he tried to stop you. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m going to my boyfriend?” you said unsure.

“But this is Hendery’s room?” he was confused.

“Yeah I know. I’m his girlfriend?” Now you were confused too.

“What? Wait. I just remembered that he left earlier this morning. Come back later.”

And when you turned to him, you heard Hendery’s voice.

You pushed his hand away and opened the door, you had no idea why he was lying to you until you saw the reason with your own eyes.

Hendery completely naked with a girl, also naked, in his bed.

“What the fuck dude? Can’t you knock?!” Hendery shouted, but when he saw you standing there, he couldn’t move.

“I-I tried to stop here dude. I’m sorry.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Hendery. You dropped the cake and the letter with the tickets and turned around to leave as fast as you could. On your way down, you saw Lucas who immediately understood what just happened upstairs.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t. Don’t act like you care.” You said coldly before you left.

Hendery got dressed and ran after you, ignoring that random girl in his bed.

“Y/n! Wait!” he saw you walking faster, but your vision was too blurry to see anything.

“Don’t go, just listen to me please!” He ran faster and caught you with his hand. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me or I’ll scream!” you were trying to push him away. “Please calm down, baby. Listen to me, please Y/n.” he begged.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry. Please, I-I’m so sorry. I was so drunk I can’t remember anything I-“

“Shut up! Stop lying to me! You’re always lying, you’re always making me feel like it’s my fault, like I’m the one cheating and lying around! But it’s you! You’re fucking with my head so just go!”

You looked for a taxi, a bus, for anything just to get away from him, running was no option, he’d catch you.

“I love you, I’m sorry. Please just, calm down and listen-“

“I should’ve listened to them. Everyone told me that you were going to break my heart. Everyone told me you’re a fuckboy, that you don’t know what love is. I never needed you, there were so many people who wanted to go on dates with me. Nice and kind people who would never hurt me like you did, but I chose you. I decided to trust you and give you a chance. I’m so fucking stupid.” You were crying harder every passing second.

“D-Don’t say that baby. You love me, you need me as much as I need you. It was a stupid mistake. I only love you!” Hendery’s hands were trembling, he had never felt this way. The fear of losing someone was something he never wanted to feel, but he deserved it. He deserved to feel pain and you deserved someone better. But he would never let go of you. He loves you.

“Y-You accused me of c-cheating, but you were the one c-cheating! I felt like a crazy girlfriend, I was so paranoid! But I was right the whole time!”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He whispered, tears rolling down his cheek.

After crying, yelling, and talking for an hour, you decided you needed to go home and be alone to clear your mind. You were still madly in love with Hendery, even though he broke your heart to thousands of pieces.

You didn’t see him for almost a week, but he was spamming you with texts and calling you every hour. He was determined to get you back, no matter what it costs. You didn’t tell anyone about what happened, you were too ashamed. How could you face your friends after they warned you every time?

You didn’t go to your classes, all you did was cry and cry.

Hendery held the tickets in his hands tightly. He was so mad that he destroyed everything. And when he read the letter in which you thanked him for loving you, thanked him for everything and told him how much you love him and the happy one-year anniversary written beautifully in your handwriting, broke his heart once again.

How could he hurt you? How could he do that to you?

What Hendery didn’t except to see is you knocking on his door two weeks after you caught him cheating. His face lit up with hope, but his heart arched as he saw how broken you looked.

“H-Hi. Do you want to come in?” he asked nervously.

You looked behind him, the memory of the girl in his bed was still haunting you.

“No, uhm, can we go outside?”

He nodded softly.

You were going to regret this decision, but you didn’t care at that moment.

After walking around for about ten minutes, you stopped and looked at him. Hendery looked back at you and you saw that he also cried.

“I’m still in love with you.” You said.

“I’m also still in l-love with you. I love you.” Hendery whispered.

“I know I shouldn’t, I know this is dumb, but-“

“B-But?” he wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you.

“I want to give you a second chance.”

It was the first time you saw Hendery this happy. He wasn’t even this happy when you went on your first date or when he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes.

“I- thank you, I won’t hurt you ever again, I promise you. I love you so so much. Thank you thank you thank you.” He pulled you in for hug, but it was still hard for you to hug him back.

Wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

This time, you were the cold one in the relationship. You rarely answered him back, met him just once or twice a week even though you weren’t doing anything special. You were being so distant and Hendery noticed, it hurt. It hurt him so much, he was so scared to lose you again.

He didn’t know what to do.

Hendery (17:10): Hey baby. Our frat is having a party tonight, do you want to come? Or we can go to the movies. I miss you and I love you.

You reread his text over and over again.

You weren’t going to lie, you missed him too, but you wanted to hurt him, just a little bit. You wanted to show him how you felt. How he treated you.

You (17:35): let’s go to the frat party

It was almost ten pm when you entered the party in a cute dress, you weren’t going to dress like Hendery wanted you anymore. Your body, your decision.

Hendery opened the door for you and leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face and he kissed your cheek.

Another stab in Hendery’s heart.

“You look really pretty.” He got jealous, but he knew that acting jealous right now was wrong.

“Thanks.”

And after a couple hours, you were drunk and enjoying yourself. You danced and had so much fun, Hendery was bored and wanted to be the only one to watch you dance. He wanted to bring you upstairs and kiss you until he ran out of breath.

“I’m going to pee.” You told him.

“Do you want me to-“

“No I can go on my own.” You giggled. You were really drunk.

After doing your business in the bathroom upstairs, you bumped into Lucas. “Oh sorry- hi y/n.” he said. You looked at him. He knew, Lucas knew what Hendery did and he never told you. Lucas hurt you too and he knew it.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened and I know I should’ve told you but-“ before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips on his. It was just for two seconds. You pulled back immediately, before Lucas could realize what just happened. Yes, Hendery broke your heart, but you weren’t going to be like him, you couldn’t use Lucas, you couldn’t do the same mistake Hendery did.

“I-I’m sorry. I just…fuck.” You left him standing there and went back to Hendery. His eyes lit up when he saw you coming back to him. “Hi baby. Do you want to go? This party sucks-“

“I kissed Lucas. It was just for two seconds, I pulled away. I couldn’t do it. I wanted to hurt you b-but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t c-cheat I-“ you started sobbing. Hendery softly led you outside, “I wanted you to feel like how I felt all the time. I want you to be scared to lose me, I want you to feel the same pain I feel. How would you feel If you couldn’t get me back? How would you feel If I cheated on you?” you cried out as you looked anywhere but Hendery.

You could hear him crying though, “I don’t want to lose you ever again, Y/n. I-I can’t believe I did this to you, you never deserved that a-and I love you. I love you so much and I would do anything to stop your pain. You’re so special- you mean so much to me and I fucked up so bad, but I promise you I won’t hurt you ever again. You have to believe me.”

He softly cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes, “I promise you Y/n. I won’t hurt you ever again. I love you so much, I can’t live without you. I need you by my side. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for hurting you. I love you and I will never hurt you again. Please give me a chance to make everything right.”

“Okay.” You nodded softly and he pulled you in for a hug, this time you hugged him back. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

One day you could say it back.

One day you’d be happy again.

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what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

#i wrote this on my phone it's such a mess #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Stark!Fem!Reader) — part two

I’m backkk so sorry this took forever, my idiot/goblin brain wanted to hold onto this part for longer?? Anywho

Summary: The one in which you meet Bucky Barnes for the first time. Also the one in which you want to ram Tony Stark’s skull into the wall.

Warnings: angst, mentions of past violence, mentions of death, Tony is still pretty douchey (I know y’all don’t wanna hear this but he is a giant asshole 99% of the time)

Series Masterlist

You can’t sleep.

It doesn’t help that you haven’t had a real bed to sleep in — let alone one that has memory foam or whatever the hell that is on this mattress — for some time now. But the Tower is too quiet.

You can’t open your window and Tony must have the place basically sound-proofed because you can’t hear any of the city sounds that you’re used to. The late night traffic, the sirens, the footsteps, the voices, the fights, the snoring. You’re alone in here and it’s eating you alive.

You’re still wearing Wanda’s clothes. Pepper said she’d let you pick out some clothes today and they could be delivered. She offered to go shopping somewhere with you, but you don’t want anything fancy. You’ve never even been to a mall, not to shop, so that idea alone felt too much.

Grabbing a pillow from the bed, you move to the floor in front of the window. Laying on your stomach, you rest your elbows on the pillow, staring out at the city lights.

After some time, you give in and lay your head down, hoping it’ll bring sleep around. Luckily for you, it does.

Unluckily for you, sleeping on your stomach on the hard floor has your ribs feeling properly bruised by the time the sun rises. You roll over onto your back, letting your shoulder blades take the weight for the next couple hours.

By the time late morning rolls around, you open your eyes, feeling exhausted. Restless sleep is the only kind of sleep you know.

Dragging yourself off the floor, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You’re not used to having one, but you’ll gladly use the toothbrush here. That’s one thing you missed more than the others while you were homeless.

You exit the bathroom and head out into the hall, down to the living area and kitchen. It’s quiet, so you figure everyone is gone or out.

You’re busy climbing on the counter to look in the top cabinet when you hear footsteps on the hall, but they’re sort of far away, or they sound muffled like they’re a distance away. You halt your movements for good measure of listening, and you definitely feel like someone is down the hall.

But, your stomach growls, so you go back to rummaging through the cabinet.

The person you sensed steps around the corner into the kitchen and freezes. He has no idea who you are, but you’re standing on top of the counter, and that’s when he realizes you’re standing on top of the counter.

This is around the same moment that you vaguely sense the same presence from the hall behind you, and you jump when you see someone is actually standing there.

He is next to the counter in a split second, holding his Vibranium arm out in case you fall. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to get cereal, what the fuck does it look like?”

“It looked like you were about to fall on your ass.”

“Lucky me, I didn’t,” you snort, resisting the urge to kick his face. He’s at the perfect height for you to do it, too. “Who the hell are you?”

“Bucky,” he answers. “Who the hell are you?” He fires back.

“Y/N,” you reply, turning to go back to looking in the cabinet. It’s mostly random things, nothing you particularly care to eat. “Do you know where everyone is?”

Bucky leans back against the opposite counter, arms crossed over his chest. “Probably asleep. We just got back an hour ago.”

You hum. Right, Tony said a few of them were out. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Don’t want to mess up my schedule.”

“Hm.” You smell bullshit.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you huff, closing the cabinet and hopping down. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

As you’re making your way toward the hall, you’re stopped by Tony’s voice.

“Munchkin. Get back here. You and I have some things to discuss.”

You spin around. “What now?”

“What now is right,” Tony deadpans. “Come on. My office. And Barnes, go the fuck to sleep for once.”

Bucky snorts, flipping Tony off, but only you saw it. You grinned, mouthing thank you.

Bucky smiled boyishly in return.

+++

Tony conveniently waits until his office door has shut before he starts in on the questions.

“When did your mother pass away?”

“A month ago,” you reply slowly, really too exhausted to deal with this or Tony right now. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because I wanted to see if you’d continue to lie to me, and you have.”

“What are you talking about?” You gathered that he was a pain in the ass, but delusional, too? Jesus.

“She didn’t pass away a month ago. Her funeral was a month ago.”

“Okay? And? What the hell does it matter?”

“The funeral was delayed because the police think you killed her.”

Fuck. He found out. “Well I didn’t.”

Tony looks ready to scream at you. “So you knew there was a warrant out for your arrest?”

“Well, yes, but—” This time Tony does cut you off by a million cuss words, but you continue over top of him. “I thought they gave up!”

“You knew they were looking for you and you walked in here instead. I should turn you in right now. In fact, I don’t know why I haven’t called the police yet.” He’s waving his arms wildly, no doubt trying to control his anger at the absurdity of this situation.

You cross your arms over your chest. “They have no proof.”

“Clearly they have something or there wouldn’t be a warrant.”

“They don’t have shit, Tony. I wasn’t even near my house when it went up in flames, alright? I was a mile away.”

“Where? Where were you?”

“At a gas station.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Are you interrogating me?” Is he recording this? Your eyes search briefly for cameras before you remember he’s a tech genius, so his cameras are probably hidden.

“I’m just trying to get to the bottom of why you have a warrant and why you decided to waltz in here. Do you know how much trouble this could get me in?”

“I’m sure you could pay your way out of it.”

“Hey,” he snaps his fingers at you, “I’m being serious.”

“Me too,” you snap your fingers back at him, too fed up with him to care, “Mr. Billionaire.”

The two of you stare at one another, unblinking, unflinching, anger seeping through your skin. Tony has realized quickly that no matter how hard he pushes your buttons, you’ll push his right back, just as much if not more.

Maybe you are his.

“I’ll ask one more time,” Tony starts. “Did you start that fire?”

“I was too busy getting stabbed to start a fucking fire, okay?”

This has Tony reeling in shock instead of anger. “Stabbed? Are you fucking nuts? What do you mean you were getting stabbed?”

“I mean I was getting stabbed. What else do you think that means?”

Tony sighs tiredly, frustration making him clench his jaw. “Where?”

You gesture to your abdomen. “Just in a couple places.”

Tony’s eyes widen. “A couple— Alright, you know what, we can finish this later, because right now,” he points his index finger at you, “you need to get to MedBay.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that’s the thing about getting stabbed, munchkin. It can cause internal damage. And if you never went to the hospital—”

“I stitched myself up, it was fine—”

“Uh-uh, shut it,” he snaps. “Come on. Come with me.”

+++

You run into Bucky once again when you get off the elevator at MedBay. He’s talking with Steve who is checking on Natasha who is a little bruised, and all three of their heads turn when they see you dragging your feet behind Tony.

Bucky gives you a questioning look while Steve and Natasha look plain confused, both having not met you until now.

“FRIDAY,” Tony calls out. “I need a full body scan on Y/N.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

You roll your eyes as Tony gestures you into a room. You can still see everyone through the glass walls as you step on a small circle in the floor, presuming it’s where you need to stand for the scan.

Steve asks the million dollar question. “What’s going on?”

“Got stabbed,” you reply with a shrug, making Tony’s blood boil even faster.

Natasha snorts at your nonchalance, Steve gives Tony a baffled look, but Bucky seems weirdly concerned. “You what?”

“It was a long time ago,” you tell Bucky.

“No, it was a few months ago. And she never went to a hospital,” Tony adds, right as FRIDAY finishes the scan. “What have we got FRIDAY?”

“Evidence of internal bleeding that has since stopped, but nothing else. Everything has healed properly.”

“Well thank god for that,” Tony deadpans.

You nearly flip him off right there, but you settle on a glare. “Are you done?”

“Yes,” Tony says. “But we’re not done.”

“For fuck’s sake, I did not start the fire!”

“Oh no, I believe you there,” Tony says. “I wanna know who stabbed you.”

“Some random idiots,” you shrug, walking out of the room and past Tony, back toward Steve, Natasha, and Bucky. “Leave me the hell alone about it. Goddamn.”

Tony lets you walk this time, watching you storm off toward the elevator. Meanwhile, he has two super soldiers and a spy staring at him like they just found out his darkest secret.

“So...that’s Y/N,” Natasha comments. “She’s got fire.”

“She’s also got an attitude,” Tony retorts.

“It’s just like yours,” Steve fires back, raising an eyebrow.

Tony ignores him.

“Here’s my question,” Natasha says. “If she was stabbed that many times in that many places— How did it heal? That’s not normal.” And when Tony gives her a confused look, she adds, “You know what I mean.”

“Wait,” Steve catches on. “You don’t think she’s…” He looks over at Bucky.

“She knew I was standing behind the wall earlier,” Bucky says, a realization crossing his face. “She could sense me. I heard her, but I was too far away for any normal person to hear me.”

“Okay, let’s not jump to these conclusions right now,” Tony interjects. “It’s bad enough she has an arrest warrant and a habit of getting stabbed. I don’t need to worry about her being like you two knuckleheads.”

“It’s still worth looking into,” Natasha comments.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “We need to know if she is, Tony.”

“Well right now, she’s being a hormonal teenager, so I don’t think I’ll be able to ask her about it,” Tony deadpans.

“She just lost her mom,” Bucky says, remembering when Steve told him, and his heart broke for you. “Give her a break.”

“If you want to talk to her Barnes, go right ahead.”

“I might,” Bucky retorts, already heading toward the exit so he can find where you went. “Just to apologize for your attitude.”

+++

It takes Bucky a full ten minutes of searching for you before he remembers he can just ask FRIDAY.

“She’s currently in her room, James, but it is on Do Not Disturb.”

“Can you override that for me?” Bucky asks the AI.

“One moment.”

Bucky has no idea why FRIDAY needs a moment, but he waits. He’s in the living area so your room is just down the hall, but knocking does no good when Do Not Disturb is live. He knows because he uses it every night. No sound gets in or out.

“Do Not Disturb overridden by Tony Stark.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. Of course.

He heads down the hall to knock on your door, but you don’t respond. Because of the circumstances, Bucky goes against his better judgement and opens your door.

He’s met with a pillow hitting his chest.

“Oh,” you say immediately after. Bucky is surprised to find you sitting on the floor in front of the window, facing the city skies with a blanket over your shoulders. “Sorry. FRIDAY said Tony overrode it so I thought it was him.”

“Nope, just me,” Bucky replies, holding out his hands. He reaches down and grabs the pillow, tossing it back on your bed. “What are you doing down there?”

“Looking,” you shrug, turning back around to face the city.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

Bucky shuts the door. “FRIDAY, put Do Not Disturb back up please.”

“Of course, James. Do Not Disturb is now active.”

“It’s really weird,” you say. “Having an AI in this place. Doesn’t it creep you out?”

Bucky lets out a laugh when he kneels to the floor to sit a little distance away from you, putting his back to the window. “There’s a lot of tech I don’t understand. I kinda had to get used to it quick when I was in Wakanda, though, so nothing phases me anymore.”

“Right, you were...gone for a while,” you pause, not knowing how to approach the subject. “You and Steve both were, right?”

He nods. “Steve was frozen, I was brainwashed.”

He says it so bluntly that you don’t know how to respond at all.

“I’m not anymore,” Bucky continues. “But I did a lot that I’m not proud of. And I was framed for something I didn’t do.”

You half-hum, half-scoff at that. “So you know what it’s like.”

Bucky nods, leaning his head back against the window. “I do.”

“Who were you brainwashed by again?”

“HYDRA,” Bucky replies, tensing a little. “Why?”

“Just curious,” you shrug. “The name sounds familiar, though.”

Bucky lifts his head from the window. “How familiar?”

You shake your head, unsure. “I dunno. It was all over the news, though, right? That’s probably why.”

“Yeah, probably,” Bucky replies slowly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” You bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

“Do you know why you were stabbed?”

You don’t move a single muscle. You don’t even blink.

“Tony was an asshole,” Bucky says. “He shouldn’t force you to talk about something that recent.”

“Yeah.”

“But if you do ever wanna talk about it,” Bucky pauses, “I’m here. No pressure, though. I get it.”

You nod slowly, watching him from your peripheral vision. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Just not right now,” you continue, surprising yourself and Bucky. “Maybe later.”

“Whenever you want,” he shrugs. “I’ll give you some space, though. Do you uh...want your pillow back?”

You perk up a little. “Yeah, thanks. If you don’t mind.”

Bucky pushes himself to his feet, walking over to the bed to grab your pillow. He tosses it back to you gently.

You smile softly and hug it to your chest, but Bucky knows that once he leaves, you’ll lay down and sleep, right there in front of the window. Because your bed must be too soft.

He gets it. His is, too.

#looking too closely #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes x stark!fem!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #angst #bucky barnes angst #oooooo what are you???#and do you know what you are???#ooooooooo #the suspense

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