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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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Can you do a soulmate Stucky x reader? I feel like you would write that so well, especially how you portrayed bucky in "are you mad at me" was so soft. The soulmate version would be so cute

Summary || Bucky and Steve meet their soulmate, which they had no idea existed.

Warning/content || fluff, a small explicit scene, fighting. Soulmate AU.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve rogers

I got a little carried away, but enjoy ❤️ not edited or beta read but I'm sleepy 😴

Bucky and Steve have had each other from the moment they have met. Imaging their surprise, being two little boys from Brooklyn seeing colors, something the two agreed to hide, pending the time period.

It was different now, a different time. They were accepted and while both of them loved each other, so very much, especially through the mind control, fighting each other, then for each other. They always knew something was missing.

A color, maybe even two, three. A part of them missing but they both collectively came to the conclusion that it was just that. Some missing colors, it happens sometimes.

It happens when they least expect it.

After Thanos, after Tony finally deciding to leave that kind of life behind, buying a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of the city. A home to grow old in, be together for the first time since before the war started but only one thing prevented that.

The house was a disaster, gutted to the foundations, no running water, green moss outside covered the whole house, the lawn completely out of control. For Bucky it was a hard no, it was a dump but the moment Steve fluttered those ridiculously long lashes, how could he say no?

So here they are, sweating on this 90 degree day, putting up new dry wall with no air-conditioning.

"What color should it be?" Steve asks, glancing to his dark haired lover, taking notice of his now shirtless appearance. Bucky let out a sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Maybe we should get all of the walls up first."

Steve clicks his tongue, "I like the color green, like a nice pastel mint green."

"Whatever you want, honey." Bucky wasn't too picky, besides whatever made Steve happy, made him happy.

"Hello?" A sweet, feminine voice came from the kitchen. The doors left open because of the heat, there was nothing much in here anyways.

Steve pulls away from his task, pulling his shirt over his head to wipe his forehead with it. "Come in, we are in the kitchen."

Bucky wasn't too alarmed, Steve had told him previously that he hired a someone to make up the yard, nothing too fancy but the both of them were completely clueless when it came to plants, or gardens period.

"Quite a project you have going on here, Mr. Rogers." No doubt taking in the half gutted house along the way. While they have never met, they spoke on the phone briefly about his wants.

"You have no idea, Hun."

The woman looks around the kitchen first, noticing the freshly painted cabinet, the smell a dead giveaway, half eaten burgers thrown to the side on a small, make shift table with barely enough room to fit.

At first glance towards the man she notices the sharp jawline, defined but soft feature of the blonde as she greets him with a smile which soon drops in confusion as small dots of color appear. Stormy blue eyes with a full beard, Steve's mouth dropping agape as he notices the splirts of color - the missing colors for 106 years finally appear.

Bucky notices the tension in the room, shifting his attention from the wall to Steve, noticing how intensely he's staring, Bucky follows the line of vision and meets sweet eyes.

She's hit with another line of color, different from Steve's but now there's no more gray hue, bright yellows and blues. The outside is suddenly so bright and Bucky mouth drops.

This cannot be happening.

They sit there and stare for what seems like hours.

"I - ugh.." she starts, "What is happening?"

***

Sometimes life just throws curve balls, like finding out that your soulmate or in this cause soulmates are two, one hundred year old super soldiers who have already been in love with each other for over a decade.

The pull is already strong, nature intended for these souls to be together until death due part and honestly Bucky could feel it. With Steve he was used to the urge of wanting to have him close, kiss him every free minute he has but with the woman in front of him, it's new.

He doesn't even know her name, watches the way she nervously flickers from Steve's gaze to his own. She's beautiful.

Strong but delicate features, the curve of her nose is cute, cupid lips are so full... kissable. He can't stop staring, even with Steve and her in the mist of conversation. The make shift table cleared of all prior mess, Buck and Steve have to share a chair, which is quite comical, seeing two giant supersoldier try to share a small, old, dinning room seat.

Bucky's metal fingers twitch, metal plate click and whirl to life as he tights to urge to map her face out with his fingers. His heart is beating so fast, filled with so much... Love? Joy?

No matter how much Steve and Bucky try to hide it.. deep down they always knew, something was missing and in this case, someone.

"You're beautiful." The words catch both her and Steve off guard, Bucky blushes red something terrible but the sweet smile defuses the fire.

Well until she says something back, "You are too."

His whole face is hot and Steve reaches over to affectionately rub the back of his shoulder. Of course Steve was calm, he always is.

He handles things with lots of thought and understanding, while Buck is more hot headed, acts on the moment.

***

"It doesn't feel right." Bucky comments, watching from the window to insure she safely gets into the car. Steve sighs, by the time they're done talking darkness has filled the house. Steve affectionately squeezes the brunette's bicep, pressing a kiss to his hair.

"I know Bucky. This is a lot for her, for us. She needs to take time and reflect on this. She'll come to us when she's ready."

Bucky knows nothing then her name, and love for plants but chews at his bottom lip nervously. She's too far, the bond pulls at his heart strings. Now bonded forever. "What if she never comes back?"

"She will."

***

A few days pass, the kitchen is finally done, new appliances, new china and kitchen fully stocked. Steve is making something for Dinner - it smells amazing while Bucky starts painting the walls of the lifeless living room.

It's bare, not even something to sit on but no doubt with the stamina of two super soldiers it will be done by next week.

The knock on the front door is unexpected, but Bucky replies quickly. "I got it, Stevie!"

He expects some older, much wrinkly neighbor to be complaining about the noise of the nail gone or something this late at night. His mouth drops, a little shocked at the sight of her.

A very formal sitting dress, long and black, dips into a sweetheart neckline, the valley of her breasts easily visible. Hair is thrown into a neat updo, sexy and sleek.

Bucky clears his throat. "Hi." He squeaks out, feeling like a total idiot as he watches her nervously shift her weight from one heel to the other.

"Hi, I was in the area. A wedding for one my clients, thought I'd come say hello." Bucky wants to shake his head in disbelief that something so beautiful, just like Steve is made for him.

The universe sculpted and made two beautiful, breath taking human beings to be his and it's overwhelming. She's so pretty it's alarming.

It was a good excuse, the truth but not the real reason she stopped by. How could she tell them that they have been on her mind none stop? It physically hurts to be away for so long.

"Who is it, Buck?" Steve mumbles, interrupting the thick tension between the two.

"Come in, doll." Bucky's helps her with the jacket that lays over his shoulders, mentioning his head towards the direction of the kitchen, where his other lover is.

Steve is stunned none the less, he at least expected a few more days. Also, feeling much like Bucky, amazed by the radiating beauty.

He decides to play it cool, dimples forming with a breath taking smile. "Do you like spaghetti?"

Hours pass, time moves so fast with conversation, and adding wine to the mix surely didn't help.

The trio once again in the kitchen, but this time each have a chair, a new, more comfortable dinning set.

"You got this done fast. It's beautiful." She comments, "Colors are beautiful, I guess I have you two to thank for that."

Bucky shifts in his seat, the glass of wine is useless but still finds himself sipping from it. Her eyes are red, watery with a slight buzz.

"Do you feel it?" The question has both Bucky and Steve look at each other, watching her teary eyes as she presses a hand to sooth the ache in her chest. "It hurts, it hurts to be away. All week."

"It's normal." Steve answers just above a whisper, his next words make Bucky's bottom lip quiver. "I felt it every day for the last 5 years, Bucky was gone."

Bucky had never thought about it - there hasn't been enough time to. It's only been a month later since the return and it never occurred to him what Steve has gone through.

"Steve.." He starts, tears kiss his waterline as his fingers run through the blonde's hair. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't know, I -."

"Couldn't prevent it Buck. It happened but you're here now and.." Steve turns his attention towards the girl, tears slip past her eyelids. It's for Steve, for Bucky.. all the pain and suffering they've been through. "Hey, don't cry, it's alright beautiful."

It's feels right, despite barely knowing the man, nothing feel more right then being pulled into his chest as a large metal hand comforts her in a different way, rubbing the loose strands of hair as he murmurs. "We've got you now, you're our other half."

***

Months have past from that day. The house is finally done, everything they could have imagined with the additional of an extra tooth brush in the cup that sits on the bathroom sink, a pile of fuzzy blankets at the bottom of the bed and a five year old chocolate lab. Steve didn't mind much, he's always loved dogs, Bucky on the other hand...

"Alright, alright, Maverick." Bucky huffs, grocery bags in hand as the dog excitedly nuzzles his legs, following him throughout the house like it wasn't only an hour ago he's seen him. Once putting the bags down, hears the whine, big brown eyes staring up at him. Bucky sighs, dropping to a knee before petting the pup's head. "Alright you mutt, don't tell anyone about this."

"Too late, pal." Bucky jumps, hearing the amusement in Steve's voice, followed by the giggle of the woman that peers out from behind him. Wrapping her arms around Steve before testing her head against his shoulder.

"Caught you red handed, you love Mav." Bucky grumbles at her words, feeling two smaller hands wrap around his waist as a head falls into his chest. He presses a soft kiss into her hair before taking in the blonde that barely fits through the doorway he leans against.

Bucky's free hand reaches out, mentioning him closer but as she's soon finds herself in the middle of a super soldier sandwich. "Hi, baby." Bucky presses a kiss to the blonde's lips.

"Hi, pal."

***

"It's only one mission. That's it, we will be in and out." Steve promises, not liking the way his girls face twist into a worried expression.

Heavy eyes, lower lip sticking out to pout. "What if something happens? If you get hurt? Or if they find you, Bucky?"

"I told you, Hydra is gone, honey." Bucky's large hands sooth over her tight shoulders, pressing soft kisses to the back of her upper traps.

"No. You still have nightmares at least three times a week. This can't be good for you. And you." She turns her attention back towards Steve, "Barely sleep four hours a night. You carry the fault on your shoulders, you don't need anymore. I don't want you two to go."

"We don't have a choice. They were my family once, I owe this to them." Steve didn't miss the way her lips moves to form a snarl, not sparing another glance as she makes a b-line for the stairs.

Bucky sighs, leaning against the wall. "She's going to be mad at us." Rubbing his chest with hopes to ease the burn.

The bond pulls at their hearts, a slow, painful punishment for their actions.

They return two weeks later, tired, just wanting to see their girl. The moment they walk into the house they look at each other with will wild eyes, heart pumping as they fear the worse. The dog, the annoying wiggling tail that would bark is one where to be found, something is wrong.

It's alarming. "Where is that freaking mutt?"

Steve calls her name, but there is no answer. Bucky and him are searching the house, ascending the stairs, opening the bedroom door with a deep sigh of relief.

The stupid dog takes up half of the bed, but is cuddled into his owner. Arm draped around the ball of fur, amount as long as her.

The dog lifts his head, a little tail waggle as Steve stretches his ears, lowering to his knees and laying his top half over the bed to press loud, audible kisses to his ears. "Good boy, protecting our girl while we are gone."

When morning comes she notices the dog is still pressed against her, licking small stripes against her cheeks. "Have to go out, buddy?"

She barely makes it five steps before tripping over two rather large bodies, sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor. Bucky groans and Steve's eyes flicker open.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Wanted you to sleep pretty girl. Mav was taking up all the room and you looked like an angel." Bucky hums in agreement despite his eyes being closed.

"Mmm, well it's all free now." It's short, simple but the sarcastic tone has Bucky's eyes flickering to meet his boyfriend's. They both sigh, staring up at the ceiling, knowing it's going to be a long day.

And it is. She's does whatever she can to get away from them, only answers with short replies to the point Bucky can't take it anymore.

"Sweetheart," Bucky tries again but she doesn't acknowledge him, eyes stayed glued to the book. He gets fed up, metal plates click as artificial appendages run over the binding and pull it from her grasp.

"Give it back, James."

He cringes at the name, a displeased frown wears his face. "No, you have to talk to us."

"No."

"You're bring a brat." Bucky starts, watching her expression change from annoyed to anger, wrinkles of frustration pinch between her eyebrows.

"Buck - don't say that to her." Steve comments, it's his fault, he's the one who said yes without confiding in her first.

"She is, it's over with now. She has no right to be this mad."

"No right?" Her chest fills with emotion as a humourless chuckle causes both men to stiffen. "No right? Huh Buck? I sat here for two full weeks, no communication, nothing while the two of you are out there fighting God knows what after you swore, promised you would always be with me. Don't promise me forever if you're just going to throw yourself in danger! You're going to die and leave me, or worse! Both of you will."

No one says a word, only watch as her chest rises and falls with deep, heavy pants despite the tears that rolls past her eyes lashes.

"Honey, I'm sorry -."

"I don't want to hear it James, and you." She turns towards Steve, fire in her soul. "I thought you would understand, more then him, considering it has happened to you."

She leaves the room without another word, Buck turns towards Steve, watching the way he fights the tears that gather. The pain of loosing Bucky is still so fresh, "She's right Buck, we fucked up."

"I know, I know." He mumbles into Steve's shoulder, pulling him close.

***

"You're so good to me, sweet girl." Bucky moans as she shifts her hips against him, the blunt end of his cock hitting the spot inside her that makes her squeal for more.

Large hands squeeze her hips as Steve leans over to find his boyfriend's lips, kissing him through the gasps and whines of their girl's name as she circles her hips around Bucky.

Steve's hands pull at his hair, lips trailing from his lips, down his cheeks before nipping at his jaw.

"How does he feel honey?"

"So good, Stevie." For a second he's in a trance, watching the way her face contours with pleasure and the pain of her third orgasm well on its way.

Steve lays next to Buck, hand wrapping around his own heaviness between his legs as he stokes it, switching between her face of pleasure to Bucky's, who bites his lip to suppress a moan.

It's short lived as hips stutter against her own, coating her walls with his warm cum.

Steve barely gives her time to recover, positioning her on his hands and knees before hovering over her ear and nibbling on it. "My turn, honey."

***

Her hands nervously shake, the kitchen table is all set up, dinner is ready but at the moment she doesn't have an appetite.

Between this morning sickness, the overall change her body is under going, food makes her sick. The opening of the front door makes her sit up straight, sucking in a deep breath.

Two voices conversationing in the hall, "I thought I said for you to lock the door when we leave." Buck is clearly annoyed, it's been a long day but Steve rubs his shoulders, mumbling something incoherent.

Upon entering the kitchen, they both grow worried. Face drained of color, red blotchy eyes with shaky hands.

"Hey, hey." Steve drops to his knees in front of her seat in an instant, hands curling around her wrist as worried steel blue eyes follow his stance, reaching over to stroke her cheek. "What is it? What happened?"

"I'm pregnant." She pauses, "I'm scared, I'm scared. What if someone comes for you? How are we supposed to raise a baby? What if it has the serum, will it ever be safe?"

The questions fill Bucky with dread, how much though put into every sentence, every word is like a new hit of pain to his body but he stays strong. For his girl, he leans forward, wiping the tears away from discolored cheeks. "Everything is going to be fine babydoll, you're going to be fine, our baby is going to be fine."

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beom1e · 3 years

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SOUL WATCH

everybody had the soul watch app, because everybody was curious to meet their soulmate. it was an app that told you when or how and gave you hints, but never who. and due to all the pressure, you downloaded the app too... just to find out you didn’t even have a soulmate after all.

PAIRING yang jungwon x gn! reader

THEMES soulmates au, highschool au, fluff, humour

matching jewellery was a trend among soulmates when it came to being a highschool student. those that had found theirs wanted to show it off, basically shoving it into the faces of those that were still searching. walking down the corridors was a constant reminder that you didn’t have a soulmate for yourself, as matched couples would walk hand-in-hand with shiny bracelets or be seen wearing those missing piece style necklaces.

mondays. after freeing yourself from the couple-filled hallways, you sat down at your desk and placed your books onto the table with a huff. trying to block out your classmate bragging about meeting their soulmate over the weekend, you noisily checked around in your bag for your pencil case.

then came the clicking of your teacher’s heels as she entered the classroom, and there was a rush of students finding their seats. the squeaking of chair legs and quiet chatter only made you more annoyed at the world. to say discovering you were soulmate-less a few weeks prior had put you in a permanent bad mood would be an understatement.

but everything lit up as soon as yang jungwon appeared in the doorway. he apologised for being late, cheeks flushed and hair windswept. heat rose to your own cheeks at the sight of his sorry smile.

much to your dismay, he was a few seats to the back and to the right of you. he disappeared from your sight, making you slump sadly in your seat.

‘today is international soulmate day,’ your teacher smiled, setting her powerpoint up behind her. ‘as you all may know. there are many types of soulmate links out there, but i want to know about yours. so research and write about it — its origin, its rarity — and hand it in at the end of class.’

not sure what to do, you raised your hand. ‘what if you don’t have a soulmate?’ at the sound of your voice, jungwon looked up from his notebook. he didn’t have a soulmate either.

‘everybody has a soulmate, y/n,’ she reminded you. ‘maybe you entered your details into soul watch incorrectly.’

‘i don’t have a soulmate either,’ jungwon spoke up. you turned in your seat. ‘so what do we do instead?’

‘this is the first time i’m hearing of people being soulmate-less,’ she chuckled awkwardly, slightly panicked. ‘well, you’re both part of the student board aren’t you? just head down to the main hall and help the others set up for the soulmate dance.’

the soulmate dance. just the thought of it made you roll your eyes. you’d never attended, because you didn’t show interest in finding out until those few weeks ago, but you knew how cheesy it was. it was like every other kind of dance, totally cliché and super boring. except, you got to bring your soulmate.

you packed up your things as quickly as possible. as horrible it would be having to decorate for a stupid highschool dance that you wouldn’t even attend, at least jungwon would be at your side. and he must’ve understood your suffering, especially during international soulmate week on international soulmate day that just happened to fall on a monday.

you slung your bag onto your shoulder and followed jungwon out of the door. he walked slightly ahead of you, holding open each door for you which you quietly thanked him for.

when you made it to the main hall, the bright pink colour palette made your eyes burn. ‘this is going to be a long week,’ jungwon sighed, dropping his bag and leaving you at the door. mentally agreeing, you placed your own bag down beside his.

you sort of felt bad for jungwon. it was depressing to know that you weren’t ‘destined’ for anyone, and that you’d have to find someone the old way. he seemed even less of a fan of soulmate week than you were, but he did seem really down about not having a soulmate of his own.

it was wednesday morning and you’d missed your bus. annoyed with yourself, you had to run to the nearest bus stop in hopes another bus would arrive soon. that was where you saw jungwon and his friends, all of them being upperclassmen.

trying not to be seen, you awkwardly leaned against the outside of the shelter and looked off to the side. ‘it’s not like i like them,’ jungwon argued, which earned a few laughs from the boys. ‘why would i ask them to the soulmate dance if we’re not soulmates?’

‘because you don’t want to spend saturday studying alone in your room?’ sunoo teased, ‘if they’re not matched, then you can ask them. no big deal.’

the bus pulled up in front of them. you waited for them to get on before following, avoiding eye contact and taking a seat at the back. ‘good morning, y/n,’ jake turned around to face you. ‘i didn’t know you take this bus.’

‘i don’t,’ you awkwardly replied. ‘i was late and missed my own bus.’

‘are you going to the dance on saturday?’ sunoo also joined in, smiling brightly at you.

‘oh, uh,’ you nervously fiddled with the straps of your bag. ‘no, i don’t have a soulmate.’

‘well, we were just telling little wonie here that you don’t need a soulmate to go,’ jay patted jungwon’s head, making the younger boy complain about him messing up his hair. ‘you could come with us.’

‘thank you...’ shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you looked between all of the boys who were staring eagerly at you. ‘for the offer... but i don’t want to go. it means a lot, i just don’t do school dances.’

the bus conversation was probably the most awkward thing that happened to you that day. or during lunch time, when you took a seat on a bench facing the sports field. there was jungwon once again, playing around with the same friends. you watched as jake gave up on running around and collapsed to the floor, with everyone mirroring his actions seconds later.

you’d always had a crush on jungwon. he was always so sweet and polite, with the perfect balance between humour and seriousness. you saw him as someone you could easily rely on and trust, despite never being close to him. his cheeks always had this natural blush and his laugh was addictive, and he looked so serious whenever he was concentrating. you felt your heart racing whenever he was around, but you never had the courage to confess to him.

as you got lost in your thoughts, you made eye contact with him across the field. panicked, you began packing your things away and into your bag. then you left, trying not to move too quickly so that it didn’t look suspicious.

after classes, you were called into the main hall once again. knowing today you’d have to be painting, you grabbed your change of clothes from your locker and headed into the changing rooms. coming back into the hall, you were met with jake and sunghoon covering each other in the baby pink paint.

you slipped past them and looked around for something to do. and then someone tapped on your shoulder. it was sunoo, who asked if you could help him with painting the banner. jungwon passed by you, sending you a soft smile before hurrying off towards jay. how did he seem to be everywhere?

on friday afternoon, as you were exhausted from all the decorating you’d been doing, you were so glad to be able to go home and enjoy your weekend. the whole week had been a complete disaster, and you now had a strong dislike towards the colour pink. but much to your dismay, the head of the student board asked you to attend the soulmate dance in order to keep an eye on the students. why he chose you specifically, you had no idea.

so on saturday morning, you tried your best to drag yourself out of bed. though you really didn’t want to dress up for a highschool dance, there was an outfit you had in mind. things weren’t going to change, you weren’t going to randomly get a soulmate, but you stupidly had hope things could change.

you spent most of the day considering backing out, but gave in because you didn’t want to disappoint your classmate. you arrived at the main hall an hour and a half before the event, ready to set things up.

a few students were around, moving tables to either side of the hall. a large red carpet was being rolled through the centre of the room, leading out onto the school gardens. you turned around at the sound of your name, bumping into the source. they reached for your hand, preventing you from toppling over.

a shock of electricity shot through your arm, forcing you to snatch your hand back. ‘i’m so sorry,’ the voice spoke, and much to your dismay, it was jungwon.

you felt your heart racing again, heat rising to your cheeks in an instant. ‘it’s ok,’ you reassured him. ‘it was my fault, so i’m the one that’s sorry.’

‘well,’ he smiled. ‘i guess i’ll see you around.’

honestly, you felt like an idiot. he heard loud and clear just a few days ago that you didn’t want to go to the soulmate dance, but here you were. maybe he would realise you were being forced into it, but if he didn’t, then that would be humiliating.

you shook your head to clear yourself of all the thoughts. ‘y/n,’ turning on the spot, you were met with the sight of jay coming towards you. ‘you’re looking lost. i thought you weren’t coming.’

‘change of plan,’ you simply replied. ‘i was asked to help set up some things.’

‘well, i need help carrying some things in from the truck outside,’ he offered. ‘if you’d like to help.’ nodding, you followed behind him at a distance.

the sky was clear — not a single cloud in sight — and the sun was shining brightly. the back doors of the truck were open, workers from the catering company lowering large bottles of drinks onto the ground. jay gestured towards the cluster of fruit juice bottles before grabbing one for himself.

they were heavy, but you managed. walking at jay’s side, you couldn’t think of a conversation starter to make it all a little less awkward. but thankfully, or maybe not, he spoke up first. ‘you do know that jungwon has a crush on you, right?’

the bottle fell from your grip. panicked, you reached forward to catch it again. clearly the universe was on your side in that moment, because it didn’t split.

‘uh, no,’ you forced out a laugh, feeling your entire body heat up. ‘i did not know that.’

‘he denies it,’ jay shrugged, helping you lift the heavy bottle back up from the ground. ‘but we all see the way he looks at you. after he found out you were soulmate-less too, he wanted to ask you to the dance tonight. but when you said you weren’t going, he gave up on that idea.’

what were you supposed to say to that? as you placed the bottles beside the snack table, jay pushed them under it. turning around to see jungwon on the other side of the hall, you felt yourself swallowing your words before leaving to the outside again.

but avoiding jungwon wasn’t as easy as you had hoped. he seemed to be in your line of sight at all times and in all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were avoiding him. after all, if what jay said was true, then the feelings were mutual. still, you couldn’t shift your mind away from the shock you had felt at his touch. you thought maybe you were going crazy and had imagined it, until your phone buzzed with a notification.

leaving jay to bring in the rest of the drinks, you leaned against the exterior wall and pulled out your phone. a notification from soul watch lit up your phone, 0 days until you meet your soulmate. eyes wide, you looked around the area, hoping to see someone checking their phone in that same moment. was that even possible?

you weren’t sure what to do. search for your soulmate? or would they just come naturally to you? did this mean jay was your soulmate? it was a possibility, considering you were with him when the notification came through.

‘you coming inside?’ speak of the devil. you quickly hid you phone, putting on a fake smile and nodding. ‘people will start arriving soon.’

as soon as the hall began to fill up with people, you wished you had never came back inside. you really needed some time and space to think everything through. there was that electricity when jungwon had helped you up, but then you should’ve gotten the notification in that moment, right?

you grabbed your phone from your bag, going out into an empty corridor. sliding down the wall beside the door and pulling up the soul watch app, you searched your profile for details. but all the information it had was about your soulmate link, which happened to be a countdown. and now that the countdown was over, there were no more hints?

you were in complete disbelief, but the soulmate dance wasn’t the place to be researching this.

‘i guess you got it too,’ you looked up to see jungwon. ‘you’ve been avoiding me all day, so you must’ve.’

‘i have not been avoiding you,’ but the redness of your cheeks suggested otherwise. ‘and got what? i don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘a sudden notification that you’ve possibly met your soulmate...?’ he sat down beside you.

‘well actually,’ you could’ve laughed at how stupid you were about to sound. ‘i was avoiding you because of what jay said earlier. and i thought there was no way you could be my soulmate otherwise i would’ve received the notification after we bumped into each other.’

‘who else could possibly be your soulmate?’

‘what’s that supposed to mean?’ you turned your head to make eye contact. he quickly looked away and down at the floor, wishing he hadn’t been so bold with his last statement. jungwon was never this forward with people he wasn’t yet close to.

‘i know jay told you that i like you,’ he admitted. ‘and i’ve always known that you like me back. i just never thought to bring it up because i didn’t have a soulmate, and i thought you would have one.’

‘but you have a soulmate now,’ you reminded him, a smile lighting up your features. ‘or... however that works. do you think it has to do with us touching for the first time back then?’

‘you felt that too?!’ his eyes widened as he stared back at you. ‘i thought i was going crazy.’

‘do you want to go back inside?’ you gestured to the door into the main hall. jungwon shook his head, standing up and holding his hand out to you.

‘we could...’ he trailed off, looking behind himself at the exit. ‘or we could ditch this snooze fest and do something fun instead... like go to an arcade?’

‘sounds like a plan,’ you took his hand, letting him pull you up from the ground. he checked if the coast was clear before running towards the exit, the sound of your laughter filling the empty corridor.

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nullified-kiss · 3 years

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I LOVED YOUR READER MANGA STORY THANK U!!!

what about shoto x reader soulmate au. Where both are in ua and everyone just simps them.

yes I’m shoto simp AND LONELY OKAY

SOULMATES ? | TODOROKI SHOTO

A/N : pfftt thank you so much !?! you dont understand how much this means to me--

ahhh i completely understandddd ! i just hope you like this one ,, i had writers block in the middle of writing this and i feel like it shows a little--

“Hey, Y/N,” Mina chirped, turning her body from her chair to face you.

“What’s up?” You mumbled, trying to concentrate on memorizing the things you were supposed to study the nights before. “I’m so dead.” You muttered under your breath.

“You are,” Mina said matter-of-factly. “But that’s besides the point.”

You sigh, setting down the study paper. “Okay, okay, what’s going on?”

Mina grins. “Well, the girls and I were thinking about the power couples of the school.” Mina adds, “Soulmates.”

You raise your eyebrows. “And?”

“Well, don’t you think there’s a power couple here?”

“Um… I guess Midoriya and Uraraka could-”

“Nu-uh.” She eyes you.

Giving up on the guessing game, you asked. “So, who’s the power couple then?”

She lets out a big, playful sigh. “It’s obviously you guys, Y/N.”

“Me…?” What? No way. “You talking about us? Me and Todoroki?”

Mina nods. “Of course! Who else?”

“I think you got it completely wrong, Mina. How are we...”

She gives me an exasperated look. “Everyone ships you.”

“You can’t ship me and Todoroki if we’re already-”

“I never saw that stopping anyone, have you?”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You walk out the classroom sulking… you knew for a fact you flunk that test. “Y/N.”

Hearing the familiar voice, you perk up, facing your guy with the red and white hair. “Todoroki...”

“Lemme guess,” He pondered jokingly. “You… aced the test?”

“Do you have to come and pester me like this?” You grumbled, as you moved to get your lunch from the cafeteria.

“It’s just a hunch.” He chuckles, following you.

“Hunch my foot.” You muttered, as he laughed.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Lunch in hand, you proceed to sit down on your regular table as you hear someone calling out. “Todoroki!” Sero’s waving at Todoroki, with Midoriya and Ilda behind him.

You nudge him. “They’re calling for you.”

He shakes his head. “I wanna spend time with you.”

“You idiot, you can spend time with me after school, go with your friends!” You insisted lightly, suppressing a smile at his response. “What’ll happen if you are friendless and I leave you, huh? Who will you go to?”

“You won’t leave me.” He affirmed.

You fight the urge to smack him. “I will if you don’t spend time with other people. Besides, I got the girls.”

He hesitates, glancing between you and the guys. “Go.” You urged, pushing him lightly as he walked towards the guys. Sitting down besides the girls, you sigh, watching the boys leave to their own table. “It’s like sending a kid to kindergarten the first time.”

Uraraka laughs understandingly as Mina scoffs teasingly. “Ugh, stop reminding me that I’m single! Talk about something else!”

Uraraka turns back to the table, who was also watching the group leave. “Ah, weren’t you talking about.. Power couples?”

You groan, picking at your food. “Mina’s going about that again?”

“Well, I’m not going to lie.. I agree.” Uraraka admitted.

“You too?”

“Admit it, you guys fit together so well,” Mina pointed out, waving her fork. “Like two puzzle pieces.”

“Or peas in a pod,” Momo piped next to me.

“Or..” They start shooting more terms, as you quietly eat your lunch, stealing glances at Todoroki.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Walking alongside Todoroki, you notice how his hand dwarfs your own as you hold hands with him.

“Todoroki?”

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Did you hear? People think we’re...” You pause. “A power couple. Soulmates.”

“And?” You study his calm face.

“Well… what do you think?”

“I don’t know.” He glances at you. “Why? Do you not like it? Should I get them to stop?”

“No, no, I just want to know what you think.” You replied, batting away his worried thoughts. “Do you think we fit like puzzle pieces?”

“Sure, love.” Letting go of your hand, he pokes your nose. “We fit together, don’t we? I mean, unless you don’t want...”

“No, no!” You interrupted loudly. “No, we’ll stay like we are right now.”

He laughs at your abrupt reaction. “You actually seemed worried there, Y/N.” He takes your hand again, swinging his arms a little. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll stay with each other. Forever.”

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missinghan · 3 years

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cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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goldentournesol · 3 years

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Hiii could you do fluff #12,17,18 from prompt list 1 please? Thank you!

hii! this was hard er than I expected ahaha! also decided on baby spence for this cuz I thought it'd be really cute

"You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

Spencer released a deep sigh as Morgan shook his shoulder. Elle smirked at them both. They’ve been trying to convince him to “shoot his shot” with Y/N for about 10 minutes now. She was relatively new to the team but Spencer’s crush was nearly debilitating. He couldn’t go 5 seconds without sneaking a peek at her. Derek kept trying to give him examples of pickup lines, Spencer knew they’d sound ridiculous coming from him.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Derek tried to lighten up the situation and ease his nerves.

“Are you seriously asking for the statistical probability of that beautiful woman rejecting me?” Spencer stared at his friend incredulously. Derek quickly shook his head and Elle spoke.

“Reid, listen to me, when was the last time you asked someone on a date?” She asked and Spencer paused, he knew the exact number of days since he’s been on a date, but it was far too embarrassing to tell her. His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. “You have nothing to lose right if you ask her now. Worst case scenario, she rejects you and you can move on.”

Spencer grimaced at the thought of rejection but his eyes followed Y/N to the kitchenette. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, alright.” Derek clapped him on the back and wished him luck before he made his way to the kitchenette.

“Hey, there.” Spencer said, the words catching on the side of his throat nervously. He cleared it slightly and avoided eye contact as he pretended to get himself coffee.

“Hey, Spencer!” Y/N chirped, shooting him a smile before getting back to her coffee.

“So...you come here often?” Spencer immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. IQ of 187 and he couldn’t come up with anything better than that? Curse Derek for bringing up pickup lines!

She laughed, taken aback by the question slightly. Spencer tried to ignore the adorable way in which her face twisted in confusion, “Well, considering I work here, yes.”

Spencer wanted to smack his head against the cupboard from embarrassment, or maybe it would be better if the earth split in two and swallowed him right up. There was no coming back from this one. He sent her an awkward smile but by then she had finished making her cup of coffee and began walking away. He didn’t see her grinning like a fool, though.

After that, Spencer was positive that he’d completely blown it. But she was still talking to him as if it hadn’t happened. Maybe she was just taking pity on him, but the way she looked at him as he rambled on and on told him otherwise.

The poor boy had completely embarrassed himself in front of her, she thought it was adorable, but she felt for him. She couldn’t let him think that she wasn’t interested, because she was. She was very interested. She just had to throw him a bone.

They were sitting across from each other on a flight back home from an exhausting case and her eyes were burning with sleep, but he’d just finished explaining the complexities of the first printing press to her-- except she hadn’t retained a single word. His voice was too soothing to pay attention to the words right now.

“Could you say that again?” She sleepily muttered, resting her chin on her hand, her eyelids fighting the urge to droop.

Spencer’s head jerked back slightly in surprise, “Were you not listening?”

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” She smiled and his heart absolutely dematerialized in his chest. His mouth was stuck in a gaping position, but it wasn’t until Derek shot him the sharpest daggers with his eyes from beside her.

Keep talking, you idiot! Spencer heard through the airwaves between them.

Completely flustered, Spencer began elaborating on what he was saying last. Her eyes began to droop and normally he’d be quite offended, but the ghost of a smile on her lips thawed his anxiety.

By that point, things had gone much smoother between the two, but Spencer just needed a little push. It was currently the day before Halloween and Spencer had been talking everyone’s head off. Everyone stared at him as he stood in the conference room right after Hotch announced that wheels were supposed to be up in 30.

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of--”

“Samhain and the Christian All Saints day.” Y/N cut him off, while gathering her files. Spencer’s mouth gaped slightly and nodded.

“Yes...that’s exactly what I was going to say.” He said in nothing short of awe.

“Well, you're not the only one who loves Halloween here, Doc.” She smiled and walked past him to her desk.

“I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate.” He said nearly breathlessly as he stared after her. Elle laughed and shook her head at the lovesick genius.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ko-fi au: idiots-to-lovers!au kyungsoo | tw: suggestive *this is more like oblivious-to-lovers/mentions a breakup find other exo aus: here

"do you want me to take care of him?"

kyungsoo's voice is calm as he sits across from you in the kitchen, late-night coffee untouched on the island counter

"no, it's ok. plus you know if it was legal i could right hook him myself."

you flex your arm and kyungsoo cracks a half smirk, eyes big and brown from behind his squared frame glasses

sehun appears from his room and groans, rubbing his head as he takes kyungsoo's untouched cup and swigs it down

"ew! why are you two drinking caffeine at one in the morning!"

he sputters as he slams the cup down and kyungsoo looks apathetically at the splashes of coffee that make their way onto his tshirt

you give him a sympathetic look as you tell sehun to go back to bed - he's your roommate and you know he and kyungsoo get along like a cat and a dog would

"fine. by the way - did your jerk of an ex return your stuff yet?"

you wave your hand and shrug

"no, he just texted me that he threw it all out by accident."

sehun groans with a hand on his hip, mumbling about how in between your things he's pretty sure your ex also took his copy of some video game

he makes himself a glass of water and disappears again and you and kyungsoo are once again left alone together

best friends since high school - he was the only person you could think to call when you'd gotten the infuriating text, along with a number of other rude things your ex had decided to divulge

he had no qualms about driving down here in the dead of night

he has work tomorrow, but he lies when you ask and says he doesn't

you lie and say you don't either because you want more time with him, regardless of this ex drama or not

because

well

you're both in love with each other and it's so painfully obvious to everyone with eyeballs but you two.

not even when you were voted cutest couple by your peers and brushed it off as a prank

not when all through college your partners had brought up the other as a constant wedge between your relationships

not even when your own parents would mistakingly ask if you and kyungsoo were planning on moving in together finally

if there were divine signs in this world, you and kyungsoo were recklessly passing them by

and willful ignorance couldn't even cut it at this point

not when the world seemed to be holding up a neon sign with arrows aimed at your heads flashing: soulmates!

"i just wish i could do something to get back at him though, i know revenge is the low road but..."

you huff and rest your elbows on the island as kyungsoo takes his phone out and places it in front of you

"i have an idea. you haven't texted him back, have you?"

he doesn't blink and you shake your head

"no, plus my read receipts are off."

"then i think my plan might work. it is a little bit risky though."

kyungsoo has always been the levelheaded one of you two, actually, he's outwardly more levelheaded and calm.

you've known him so well that you have seen the occasional, rare outbursts of emotion that are otherwise always hidden

so when he explains his plan - you're surprised by how sly and also how intimate it is

you had expected kyungsoo to say something about reporting your ex's instagram or tracing his IP to block it

when he'd said

"why don't we take a pretend couple photo together and post it now. your ex will think i'm at your place."

it had taken you a whole ten seconds to realize why posting such a photo at this time of the day would probably send your ex into a frenzy

kyungsoo even motions to himself and says he'll take his shirt off for added effect

"i could never ask you to post something like that on your account...."

he pushes his glasses up

"i don't care, social media doesn't impact my daily life anyway."

swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat you are aware of how tiny the walls around you two seem

like they're pushing you together by an unseen magnetic force

"o-ok."

kyungsoo gets up, he flicks his eyes toward sehun's room but the door is shut tightly, and he pads softly toward your door

he's been in your room more than any other friend, he could probably find his way around in complete darkness

and he does - sitting on your bed as you come in after him, flicking the light on

"should i - should i like mess my hair up or something?"

you mean it as a lighthearted quip about the already awkward situation, but kyungsoo pulls you toward him and in between his knees

his hands come up and tussle some of your hair to make it look disheveled.

"take off my glasses"

you reach out and notice the little tremor in your hand as you slip them off

his face is clean and unchanging

has he always been this handsome? something seems even more hot about him after he got discharged.

you place the glasses carefully on your nightstand

"so how do we do this?"

kyungsoo lets his hands splay on the back of your thighs, as quickly as you were standing you end up sitting in his lap - legs wrapped around his waist as he lifts you into a comfortable position.

you position your arm around his neck and then apologize, but he doesn't react

instead he shrugs out of the shirt with your help and loops his finger through the strap of the tank you're wearing

"you don't have to take it off, we can just push the straps down"

the moment is so clearly special, close, and personal

even if it's supposed to be some elaborate laugh in your ex's face. there is not question about the palpable energy in the room.

but you and kyungsoo keep along with the act that it means nothing

that it means nothing when you're pressed against the skin of his chest and kyungsoo is cheek to cheek with you, lips close to your temple

he gives it a small kiss, the kind that flutters something deep in the cavern of your chest, just as you take a photo with his phone

when you both look at it - you don't make a move off his lap and kyungsoo's hand that is close to the curve of your hip doesn't budge either

the picture is so realistic you blurt out

"we really look like a couple."

the silence simmers and simmers and simmers

kyungsoo doesn't try to leave, you don't tell him to go

the clock on his home screen ticks closer and closer to two a.m.

"we should be one."

kyungsoo turns his attention completely on you, your hand on his shoulder curls a little and your nails feel good against him

"we should be what?"

you ask, feeling dumber than you have ever in your life

"be a couple."

kyungsoo uses the hand that's not holding you ontop of him to unlock his phone, navigating with ease to his profile and without any warning, he uploads the photo

captions it with nothing but a heart emoji

and posts it

you think you're going to faint and fall forward into his warm embrace

his phone starts to buzz, even this late at night a photo like that catches the attention of everyone following him

he doesn't look at the notifications - looking at you instead

"what do you say?"

the words don't come to your brain - all these years of pinning in silence

all this time spent pretending you weren't destined to be together to your own annoyance, his, and everyone elses

you see a comment pop up on the post from sehun's profile

"since when does he follow you?"

you mumble and kyungsoo opens it with a swipe of his thumb

oohsehun: thank god. but ewwwww don't bang with me in the house!

oohsehun: also @real__pcy you owe me ten dollars i told you once they break up with their boyfriend these two are going to see the light and finally get together

"see"

kyungsoo hums

"everyone already thinks we're in love - so why don't we just be in love?"

you move in his lap, acutely aware of the friction you both create like this

"do you want to be in love with me?"

you murmur, heartbeat starting to ring in your ears as you wait for him to answer

kyungsoo licks his lips and takes in a deep breath

"i don't have a choice, i have always been in love with you."

you think your heart stops - just for a second - because you can't hear it anymore

suddenly everything is full of kyungsoo

and you push him back onto your sheets to press your mouth open and hot to his

beside your bodies his phone pings with more and more notifications

most of them are congratulations and exclamations that mirror sehun's.

one is an angry stupid comment from your ex, but kyungsoo and you don't have to do anything.

sehun takes care of that in a single reply for you two

(everyone agrees with him and by the time you and kyungsoo wake up later, your ex has deleted the comment like the embarrassment he is)

#idiots to lovers #oblivious to lovers #ko fi commissions #kyungsoo au #kyungsoo imagines #kyungsoo scenario #do scenario #do imagines #exo scenarios #exo au #exo imagines #exo #kyungsoo #im sehunm

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miss-1ng · 3 years

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Dimiclaude kiss prompt no. 55?

this turned out... longer than i intended lmao

also hope you're okay with a soulmate au, because this is the only idea i had for this lol! thanks for requesting <3 <3

(also a warning for spoilers about claude's backstory and maybe dimitri's a little bit but otherwise i'm pretty sure everything is spoiler-free!!)

His name is Khalid, is what Dimitri’s mind - wide awake from the searing sting of finally gaining his soulmark - says, barely a whisper while when Ingrid got hers, she screamed with joy the moment she found out her soulmate was Glenn.

That was a year ago, on the fourth of the Guardian Moon, precisely the day of her birth, which was celebrated with her family and friends.

It’s legend that you become of age to receive a soulmark from the day you turn twelve to the day you turn sixteen. Sylvain, two years older, had, unsurprisingly received his two years prior to Ingrid and Felix who both received theirs when they officially became of age.

Dimitri however, while not exactly a rare case, though not a complete normality, had received his a year later than which his childhood friends did, at age 13.

Her mark glistens a glittering gold on the inside of her left wrist, corresponding with Glenn’s which is on the inside of his right one. Dimitri remembers her gushing how when the first time they held hands, their marks shone when they touched.

He also remembers Felix gagging and glaring at the two lovebirds for the rest of the day, completely enraptured with one another and nothing else.

As of that day, their betrothal was made official, now that Ingrid had her mark to confirm the one Glenn owned.

That was a while back now, and today, an exact year later, is Dimitri’s birthday. The mark on his arm stings, but as his eyes really take in the word in beautiful script on his wrist, he begins to ignore the pain.

Exactly three hours later, he’s at the Felix and Glenn’s home, sitting outside on the grass with the two of them, having recently abandoned the wooden training swords. Glenn is a full four years older than all of them, except Sylvain, who is only two years older. Yet despite his age Glenn still treats them the same.

When Dimitri finally shows the two his soulmark after lots of nagging, he notices the way Felix bites his lip and averts his gaze.

But before he can question it, Felix teases “You’re going to have a boyfriend!” before bursting out into laughter.

Dimitri hadn’t even thought of that, fully focused on the fact that he has a soulmark and not on the fact that his soulmate has the name of a boy.

He… isn’t too sure what to feel about that.

“And you are too,” Glenn calls in a sing-song voice to his younger brother, only to get fiercely elbowed in the stomach. A scowl has found its way onto the bright-eyed boy’s face.

Dimitri doesn’t say a word. Felix has been oddly secretive about his soulmark ever since he got it a month after Ingrid’s, while she had been flouncing it around whenever she got the chance and wasn’t with Glenn. Though at the same time, even at thirteen, Felix has been secretive, spending more time by himself than with the group unless he was absolutely forced too.

“Shut up!” he snaps, folding his arms and pouting. “I hate you.”

“So kind, Fe,” Glenn teases with a grin, ruffling his younger brother’s hair.

Silently Dimitri wonders what it would be like if he was in Glenn’s shoes, and he had a little brother of his own.

The silence Dimitri’s indulged in gets broken with a familiar call, and Dimitri turns to see Sylvain, even taller than the last time he saw his friend, standing alongside Ingrid who immediately rushes to greet Dimitri with a hug before running over to Glenn.

“Happy birthday, Dimitri!” Sylvain hollers the second he closes the door, separating the kids from the adults indoors. He joins the group. “How does it feel to no longer be the only soulmate-less one?” He adds a wink as if the very phrase itself wasn’t terrible enough.

A collective group of groans reverberate around the circle they’ve formed.

“You’re an idiot,” Felix grumbles to the older teen, averting all eye contact and instead vouching for a heated glare at the grass. Oh, if looks could kill.

“Aww, I love you too, Fe,” Sylvain teases, still grinning merrily as if he nothing is wrong with the world.

Felix’s face flushes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Ingrid laughs. “I can say it too, if you’d like.” She clears her throat, as if beginning some long and important speech. “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

“Now that’s left is Dimitri,” Glenn notes, looking at him.

The younger Fraldarius looks just about ready to bolt as Dimitri says “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

Instead, he just mutters “It’s your birthday so I’ll take it. Just this once though.”

Sylvain leans close to Dimitri and whispers in a not-so-quiet voice “A little birdy told me you received your soulmark!” Bold black cursive writing stares up at him with non-existent eyes and he feels his heart start to thud.

Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump.

He doesn’t reply, instead peeling his sleeve a little higher above and shows Ingrid and Sylvain his soulmark.

The taller of the two squints at it, as if it’s hard to see. Ingrid’s reaction is more surprised, by the way her eyes widen, and her jaw goes a little slack. She fixes it when she sees his eyes on her with a small smile. “That’s great, Dimitri! It’s so pretty,” she gushes in a very un-Ingrid manner, but the twinkle in her eyes is all the same. “I wonder when you’ll meet your soulmate…”

“Khalid’s not a Fódlan name,” Sylvain offhandedly comments. Dimitri frowns at him, and he hastily continues. “I mean it’s not a Fódlan name I’ve heard. Who knows? You could get some hottie from Duscur or Brigid.”

“Of course, someone from Duscur or Brigid would come all the way over for our Prince,” Glenn drily says, pecking Ingrid on the cheek at her wide-eyed smile. “We’re not getting rid of him that easily.”

His soulmark was something Dimitri was very focused on for a while.

Then Duscur happened and everything seemed to fall apart.

His family, his friends… everything changed. The mark on Ingrid’s wrist faded to a black splotch, and the golden writing had completely disappeared.

Felix had shut himself off completely, not leaving his room unless he was training and not talking to anyone unless he was yelling at them.

Sylvain… seemed more closed off – more subdued. Dimitri saw him less and less as the months ebbed on.

And Dimitri… Dimitri couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, couldn’t even think. His dreams being haunted by the dead, his father begging for revenge, Glenn hissing in his ear, taunting him, his mother, crying at his feet.

“You should’ve saved us,” they hiss. “Kill them for us. Kill them all!”

It’s not the first time he wakes to a cold sweat, a scream hanging on the edge of his lips.

He’s sent to live, along with the Duscur boy he met, Dedue, at Rodrigue’s place, and there Dimitri finds it frequent where he gets the full brunt of Felix’s verbal abuse. He wants to talk back, to say it wasn’t his fault, but he can’t find the words, can’t even find the motivation to speak. Instead, he just nods, silent, and Dedue finds him, concern lingering in his gaze.

It’s like that for a while.

Then the rebellion happens, and Felix seems to hate him even more.

It’s almost a relief when he arrives to the Officers Academy.

There he meets Edelgard von Hresvelg (or reunites, perhaps, if his hunch is in fact correct), heir to the Empire, and Claude von Riegan, heir to House Riegan.

Claude is… well… Claude is a lot of things.

In their audience with Rhea, he is stiff and stoic-faced, though the second they’re released from the chamber, he introduces himself properly to Dimitri. “So, you’re the prince,” he says with a wink. “Nice to meet you.”

“It is good to meet you too,” says Dimitri in return, dipping his head. He offers a small smile.

It’s not the only time they talk. As the year ebbs on, Dimitri gets to know Claude, should it be through sparring together, or even tea times Claude has insisted on. Claude is… well, first of all he’s nice and he’s kind, and he’s also very funny. He seems to bring a smile to Dimitri’s face whenever he’s around, and not only that but he’s…

…he’s beautiful.

Maybe it’s his smile, Dimitri supposes, his genuine one, or maybe those piercing green eyes. He’s also been good looking.

Sometimes when they train, Dimitri catches himself staring, and Claude’s caught him too, offering a wink and a teasing comment without any heat.

Not only that but Dimitri’s heart flutters whenever he’s around Claude, and he has to remind himself constantly that this isn’t okay because Claude is not his soulmate. The mark on his wrist proves just that much.

“You’re staring, your Highness.”

Dimitri flinches, almost forgetting that Sylvain is opposite him, lazily twirling his lance. He smirks at his childhood friend. “Got your eyes on someone?”

It would be great if he was immune to Sylvain’s teasing, but he is only human, and heat rises to his cheeks. “No!” His voice sounds a few pitches higher than it usually is. He clears his throat, averting his gaze from Claude who turns away from Hilda who he’s sparring with (how he got her to do so remains a mystery to the school) to offer a questioning brow. “I mean, uh, no. Of course not.”

“Sure, sure.”

Sylvain doesn’t sound at all convinced. He leans closer, whispering in Dimitri’s ear, “I mean Riegan is pretty hot. I don’t think even your soulmate would blame you for checking him out.”

Dimitri splutters, “W-what?”

“I have to go,” Sylvain says. “Pick up some of the ladies- oh, hey, Fe!” He runs off towards the direction of Felix who enters the training ground, and Dimitri doesn’t stop him, staring into the distance as his cheeks turn redder and redder as the seconds pass.

Nevertheless, Dimitri still goes out of his way to spend his time with Claude, pointedly ignoring his soulmark whenever he does.

“Your princliness!” Claude calls, waving in greeting as he runs over to him. Dimitri tries not to blush when he yet again winks.

“Claude!” He tries his hardest not to sound too surprised. “What-what are you doing here?”

He looks amazing. Dressed in a sharp suit he’s seen many of the other students wearing, his hair tousled and falling in front of his eyes. “I think the proper question is what are you doing here? Dedue’s worried about you. Says you haven’t even showed up to the ball and-”

Dimitri’s brain seems to shut off, his mind not listening as he surges forwards, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

It lasts two seconds. Maybe three.

Because immediately after their lips touch Dimitri lets go, eyes wide. “I- that was out of line,” he rushes. “I’m sorry, Claude, I shouldn’t have done that-”

But Claude pulls him back in, and Dimitri feels the mark on his wrist burn and-

He stares down at it, watching the white handwriting shimmer to gold. “What…?”

“I have been waiting so long to do that,” Claude breathes, oblivious to Dimitri’s confusion. He raises an eyebrow, clutching his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong…?”

“Khalid,” Dimitri breathes. Claude’s eyes widen. “That’s your name?”

“I-” Claude pauses, before nodding. “Yes. It is.”

Dimitri pulls him close, arms wrapping around him. He kisses Claude – or is it Khalid? – again, and again, and again. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“Mmhm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Their night ends not in the ballroom, but outside under the moonlight, the memory of soft kisses and warm embraces never to leave Dimitri’s mind.

#fe3h #dimiclaude #request #kiss prompt #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #my fanfics

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viperbarnes · 3 years

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The Tie That Binds – [Four of Eight]

[B. Barnes, Soulmate AU]

Summary: HYDRA took everything from you, your life, your future, they even burned off your soulmark to make sure nobody would go looking for you. Now the man they forced you to fix reappears in your life, to make amends and to be ‘of service’.

You know that they made him do all those things, that James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, that he’s innocent. You don’t blame him.

But that doesn’t make seeing him again any easier.

Warnings: Panic attacks, language, talk and depiction of home invasion and abduction, canon level violence, HYDRA levels of torture, angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers.

Note: THANK YOU FOR WAITING!!! I reaaallly hope you enjoy this chapter ;) This one is a little longer, to make up for the shortness of the last chapter. Let me know what you think!!!

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It’s late, your phone tells you that much.

Blinking quickly awake, you catch your breath and reach immediately for the device, checking the time with a deep frown. You feel as though you’d only just managed to fall asleep, which makes the loud knocking on your door even more annoying.

For several seconds you just sit on your bed and listen. Perhaps it was one of your neighbours, coming home drunk and not realising this wasn’t their place, but then the sound comes again and you have to cross that option off.

The banging was too precise, too sharp to be someone inebriated.

You’re pulling a thick sweater over your head as you make your way through your living room, cautiously. The knocking hadn’t come again, and you wonder if your visitor had left.

You pull open the door quickly, frowning deeper still at why on earth Bucky was on your doorstep at three in the morning. You don’t even manage to take him in properly before he’s stepping forward, his wide, wild eyes sweeping over you, searching.

“I came as soon as we landed, what happened?!” He asks, deep worry filling his voice, his features pinched in panic. You blink in confusion, taking a slight step away from him, but only so that you can properly take in his completely overwhelming appearance.

You’d seen him return from missions with minor scrapes and bruises before, but nothing about his current look was ‘minor’.

A large cut on his forehead that reaches up into his hairline is caked with both drying and still wet blood, the rest of his face filthy with the clear remnants of a brutal fight. You can’t tell if the blood on his lips was from his nose, or if he’d cut there too. Even his uniform is all but ruined, ripped and torn in various places, blood splattered all over his jacket, and even worse, a large gash along his thigh, deep and still weeping.

“Jesus Christ, Bucky!” You exclaim, unable to stop yourself. Bucky’s brows only knit further together and he steps closer.

“Are you alright? I couldn’t call, my phone got– it doesn’t matter, are you okay?” He looks you over again, as if you were the one currently bleeding, but you realise rather suddenly why he had come and why he was so worried.

Your face heats up approximately a million times hotter than the sun.

“I’m– I’m fine, I… That wasn’t– I didn’t mean for you to–!” Your voice cuts out as mortification fills you and you drop your face into your hands. Bucky’s face floods with relief, and then a small amount of displeasure as he seems to fully relax, shoulders sagging a bit under what you can only assume is a very sore body.

“You said to call you ASAP.” He mutters, and you wince.

“I know, I know… But I didn’t mean for it to sound like… I’m such an idiot, I didn’t even think about how it might sound…” You scold yourself, finally lifting your head from your hands to look at him apologetically. Bucky sighs, and you can see him forcefully reigning back his ire.

“As long as you're okay…” He sighs again. You want to apologise again, but a drop of blood seeps out from his hairline and you straighten.

“What the hell happened to you!?” You ask, stepping aside and allowing him to amble into your home.

“Got blown up.” He states shortly. He doesn’t make to elaborate, but you don’t think you need him to.

“It’ll mostly be healed by morning.” He informs you, turning his head to look back at you as he peels off his blue leather jacket. With his back to you now, you can see even more large gashes in his back, having torn right through his clothes and left his back looking as though he’d been lashed.

You can remember the Winter Soldier returning from missions looking just as terrible, the gore was sometimes too much for you to handle.

As if realising for the first time that he’d entered your home, Bucky looks around with a frown and then quickly grabs his ruined jacket back from the countertop he’d just placed it on.

“I should go. Let you get back to sleep.” He tells you, already moving for your door again. You don’t exactly know why, but panic lances through you, making you hurriedly step in his path, blocking him off.

“What? No, no, no, you need to clean up!” You blurt, swallowing thickly when his expression shifts slightly, into something unreadable.

“It’s late… and I’ll be fine.” It sounds less like he’s making his excuse to leave and more like he’s trying to reassure you, his voice softer and more soothing than you’d expected.

You blink at him, and try to figure out why exactly you didn’t want him to go.

Granted in the past few weeks you’d become increasingly close, it was actually something you’d started worrying about. It was as if time ceased to exist when he wasn’t around, only starting up again when you saw each other. More and more you’d started to feel lonely, had started to look at the little scar on the back of your hand and yearn.

And that was scary.

Scarier was the way that any and all reservations you’d had about Bucky had completely dissolved, replaced instead by a sense of warmth, and comfort and safety.

You swallow again, and shake your head.

“I’m not letting you go home like this.” You tell him.

“Seriously, you need to sit down and clean up as soon as possible. You look bad.” You gesture at his head and thigh.

“I’m fine, really–” Bucky begins, but his voice hitches when his knee seems to momentarily give. He catches himself quickly, one hand steadying himself on the wall, and you know he’s lying to you through his teeth because he doesn’t even try biting back the curse he lets out.

“Bucky…” You scold warningly, crossing your arms over your chest, even as he relents. You don’t think about the fact that he’d barely put up a fight, or that when he carefully begins moving again, that he knows his way through your home, even in the dim light.

He groans as he sits down on the toilet seat, looking even worse under the harsh lights of your bathroom.

“Dislocated my knee.” He grunts, eyes keenly trained on you as you move around him, procuring a clean towel and a couple of washcloths from the cupboard, and getting the water in the shower running for him.

“Do you… are you okay to get in yourself, or…?”A sudden sheepishness fills you, having not considered the realities of making him stay, but he shakes his head, and reaches to pull his black shirt off.

Dumbly, you stare for several seconds too long as the fabric is peeled from his body and tossed into your tiny bin, your eyes glued to the broad expanse of his chest and abs, a body you’d seen a hundred times before, but somehow, feels brand new now. Bucky notices, of course he does, but thankfully doesn’t say anything as you hurry to avert your gaze, jumping around to face the mirror, which doesn’t really help.

“I– I have some mens clothing. Some sweatpants and a jumper. I bought them for me, but they’re big enough… they should fit you okay…” You ramble, pretending to tidy up the multitude of things you have on and around your sink.

“Thanks.” He says quietly, grunting softly as he works on his boots.

You pause again, stuck staring, as for the first time since you’d met him two months ago, you were able to see his metal arm completely uncovered.

You’d picked up that it was new, the black and gold colouring of his hand a give away, but he hadn’t said much on the subject. You knew it was a gift from Wakanda, and had theorised from that information that it was made of vibranium.

Your eyes travel over the sleek, geometrically interlocking panels, of how it moved and folded almost organically. You turn back to face him to get a better look, your curiosity too much as you take it in. The fingers were deft and far more slender than the arm you’d worked on, much more like his flesh hand. The joints and knuckles were traced in gold and you realise that the black vibranium (?) was actually encasing a layer of more delicate golden panelling underneath, allowing for both acute fine-motor skill and reinforcement to lend added strength–

You’re shocked from your thoughts when you realise Bucky stares right at you, his movements frozen in place. When you further realise that you’ve moved away from the sink and now hold his forearm in both your hands, you let out a startled gasp, and jump back, releasing him.

You can’t even think of what to begin saying to him, and for several moments you both just stare at one another.

“I– I, um…” You stutter, face growing warm. Bucky slowly tears his eyes from you to look at his arm, but his gaze quickly returns.

“You can… You can have a look, if you want…” He offers, voice even and unreadable. You blink.

“I know you were working on this kind of stuff before… prosthetic limb enhancem–” He continues, but you’re snapped out of your daze, cutting him off quickly.

“No. No thank you.” You say, a little more harshly than you intend, but a cold prickle has begun creeping it’s way up your spine. Bucky closes his mouth and just watches you. You step even further away from him and shake your head.

“I don’t– I don’t ever want to think about any of that again.” Your voice feels stiff, and both embarrassment and discomfort force your decision to exit out of the bathroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

You feel bad about your behaviour, and as you lay in bed and replay the events again and again, it almost makes you want to step out of your bedroom and apologise. It wasn’t as if you’d have to go anywhere. After he’d finished cleaning up, looking a hell of a lot better already but still walking stiffly due to his knee, you’d quietly insisted he at least stay until his leg healed.

Bucky hadn’t argued, and you try not to linger on his seeming willingness to stay. It makes your blood pump a little faster, and your mouth feel both dried and over-salivating at the same time. You think again about your strange relationship, how things were evolving, and about how you could almost trick yourself into thinking you felt tingling on the back of your hand sometimes.

You’d been trying to ignore the feeling, not only because it was insane for you to feel as such about him of all people, but mostly because Bucky’s soulmark was black. Black, meaning he already had a soulmate.

Somewhere out there, Bucky Barnes’ perfect half was waiting for him to find them. Maybe they were even looking for him. The thought feels like a punch in the gut, but it wasn’t the first time recently that you’d had to remind yourself of the fact.

Whatever weird, strange feelings you’d developed, it was all pointless.

You roll over and brush the thoughts from your mind. You’d never fall asleep that way. Sleep didn’t always come so easy to you, and it had already been late when Bucky had arrived, and so you let the warmth of your blankets and the knowledge that your home was a hundred times safer with him inside it lull you into unconsciousness.

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The Winter Soldier sits bloodied and battered in the chair before you, his chin turned down toward his chest, but his eyes flickering around the room, looking as dark and as menacing as always. His gaze lands on you for mere moments before it’s moving on, clearly not deeming you as a threat.

Around you, the room bustles with an unusual amount of people, talking rapidly and low in Russian. Your shoulder is jabbed harshly and you quickly continue to move forward, gingerly pulling up a nearby stool and moving to place your small bag of tools on the trolley provided.

A doctor of some kind stands on the Soldier’s other side, his gloved hands covered in bright crimson as he attends to a wound you refuse to look at. He seems distracted however, looking back and over his shoulder at another man every so often, gesturing and pointing at his patient’s body.

Perhaps the fact that the Soldier had been watching the room when you entered should have given it away, should have sent alarm bells ringing in your head, but you were so often surrounded by danger these days that the change in demeanour hadn’t made a mark.

You move to take your seat, just as the doctor leans back in and that's when the Soldier snaps.

His broken body lunges to his feet, moving faster than you have time to register, and you don’t even get to see what he does next. The air is knocked out of you, a pain pulsing in your abdomen and chest, and then your back as you suddenly hit the bare concrete wall, crumpling like fabric to the floor.

You’re aware the room has erupted into chaos, of shouting and the clicking off of safeties on guns, but for several minutes you’re only able to clutch at your stomach, gasping for breath. You aren’t hurt, not fatally anyway, there had been no knife in the fist that had swung out and batted you away like a ping pong ball, but the force would surely leave bruising.

You catch a brief glance of the Soldier with his hand around the doctor’s throat, until you realise that his hand is in fact around a scalpel that is lodged inside the doctor’s throat, and you look away again.

The guards and his handler all hurry to diffuse the situation, garbled shouts and threats in a language you don’t understand, as tears begin to prickle your eyes. You were lucky to be alive, all things considered, just unlucky enough to be standing so close when he’d snapped. But although you weren’t dead, or dying, the blow had hurt.

Too soon for your liking a hand is harshly grabbing your bicep and yanking you to your feet.

The room seemed to have returned to how it had been before, the only signs of change being the dead body lying on the ground beside the Soldier, and the cuffs that were strapped around his wrists, holding him to the chair.

The hand holding you pushes you to walk forward, and you dig your heels in.

“No, please, I don’t–” You start, feeling your whole body begin to shake in panic. You’re cut off by another man, Karpov, who steps into your line of sight with a curled lip.

“Fix it.” He demands, accent heavy around his words. Your fear of the man behind him outweighs your fear of him, and you find yourself shaking your head, struggling to try and break free of the tight hold on you.

“No, I can’t, I can’t! Please–” This time you’re cut off by a sharp slap that sends your head flying to the side, the sound ringing in your ears and seemingly bouncing off the walls. Your chin is grabbed roughly and yanked to attention.

“You will fix him. Now.” Karpov spits, releasing you just as the guard holding you jerks you forward once more.

You’re pushed down onto your seat, your trolley of tools shoved beside you, the noise making you jump. For several seconds you can only sob, your whole body shaking violently as you try not to cringe away from the Soldier, who sits impassive now, his eyes turned down, his body slumped.

A harsh prod to your shoulder makes you move, and slowly you begin the process of opening up the metal arm, diagnosing the problems, and fixing them.

Your hands tremble the whole time, and your crying gets softer, but doesn’t stop, the pain in your abdomen pulsing and aching.

You wake with a sharp inhale, but as the dream fades and the morning sets in, you release it with sigh.

The dreams hadn’t become less frequent since Bucky had come into your life, but the power they once held over you, the ability to put you on edge and send your anxiety spiralling for the next few days had all but disappeared.

It was as though the fear of him specifically had become detached from your memories, and regardless of your friendship, you were grateful to leave it behind.

The events of last night begin to trickle back to you as you stretch and groan, waking up properly and considering all that had happened. You don’t know if Bucky had stuck around through the night, or had taken off in the early hours, but you know you still needed to apologise for your reaction in the bathroom, so forcing yourself out from your sheets, you pull on a thick sweater and stuff your feet in your slippers before making your way out of your bedroom.

It was still early in the morning, the sun only just beginning to rise, and you find yourself pausing in your doorway, eyes transfixed on the sight that was Bucky Barnes lit up in the morning light.

He wasn’t asleep, nor did you expect him to be if he had stuck around, but the view is no less breathtaking, the sun illuminating his side profile as if to tease you, to put on full display what you knew you could never have.

Bucky looks up from his phone after a moment, spurring you to move again, absently making for your kitchen.

“Morning.” You greet, mouth dry still.

“Morning. I already got coffee.” Bucky’s words make you pause again, and you blink at the sight you’d obviously missed with ogling him; two large takeaway cups, still in the little cardboard holder.

The cups are marked with the labelling from the cafe you’d often meet at, the one Bucky had revealed was his favorite only after you’d gushed about how good their coffee was.

“Oh,” Is all you’re able to say for a moment, changing paths to move slowly, almost gingerly toward him and the cup and now holds out for you.

“Thanks…” You continue when you’ve carefully plucked the drink from his fingers, and made the decision to take the seat beside him on the sofa.

Bucky takes his own coffee then, and you realise he’d been waiting for you to wake up before he’d started on his own. The thought makes your tummy flutter, but you tell yourself it’s only the memory of your dreams.

“Thanks for letting me stay… I probably shouldn’t have been getting around on my knee as much as I was.” Bucky says after he’s taken a sip from his cup. You watch him scrunch up his nose and fiddle with the lid, pulling it off and placing it aside. He always hated how small the drinking holes were.

“Of course. You looked awful, but I would have felt worse sending you off… especially since you’d come all this way to check on me.” You shrug, shooting him a smile.

Bucky grimaces momentarily.

“Yeah… You had me worried.” He tells you, and your traitorous heart skips a beat.

“You were?”

Bucky frowns dramatically and nods his head.

“Sam almost insisted on coming, just in case.” He informs you, and you have to tsk at yourself.

“Sorry…”

You both sit in amiable silence for a while and you try to hold together your mess of a mind, a scrambled concoction of thoughts and feelings.

“I’m sorry if I brought up any bad memories last night… about…” Bucky speaks first, breaking the quiet and you blink at him for several seconds as his meaning sets in. You duck your head and try to keep from sighing.

“No, I shouldn’t have reacted so sourly.” You shake your head, and begin to fiddle with your coffee cup, tracing the printed sides.

“All I ever wanted to do was help people, I’d studied for almost ten years, and I was going to accept my dream job at Stark Industries… and then HYDRA happened…” You don’t look at him, you can’t. You’d never spoken about this before, not with anyone, even during your ‘trial’ after you’d gotten free.

“I could have fixed my window,” You say, gaining the courage briefly to lift your head and make eye contact. Bucky’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t speak.

“I could fix my shitty shower head, and noise my garbage disposal makes,” You gesture wildly to your kitchen and shake your head.

“But I can’t even pick up a screwdriver without my hands starting to shake.” You sigh, feeling almost lighter for confessing, despite the distress in your words.

Bucky drops his head, looking to his lap as he swallows, before he lifts his eyes again. You suddenly regret bringing it up. You know he felt guilty, you know divulging your reasoning would only make it worse. He opens his mouth, but you speak before him.

“It’s not your fault. Please don’t…” Your words catch in your throat at the way he stares at you, and you have to break away for a second, take a sip of your rink before you can continue.

“Please don’t apologise.”

He doesn’t apologise, but he doesn’t speak either, sitting back further, slumping over slightly. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for it. For anything. He’d done so much for you, had helped you more than he’d ever hurt you, but you aren’t sure how to tell him that.

“I had a dream last night,” You blurt suddenly, catching his attention again. You can see that the hand he doesn’t hold his coffee in is balled up, his whole body rigid and stiff.

“It was… I don’t know if you remember, but you’d come back from some mission, and you looked like shit,” You half chortle at the way he lifts his brow tightly.

“You were on edge, I guess, something not quite right… You attacked a doctor…”

“I remember.” Bucky nods, brow furrowing again, likely at the memory of what he’d done to the man. But then he looks sideways at you, his frown turning curious more than anything else.

“I don’t remember you being there…” He murmurs. You swallow and force a tight smile.

“That’s because you batted me away when you stood up.” You joke, and he makes a face as he ‘ahs’.

You watch him stare at the coffee in his hands for several seconds, sorting through his thoughts and emotions silently.

“I’d stopped having those kinds of dreams so much before you came around, and then they started up again.”

He looks at you then, expression sad but unreadable, his eyes flickering across your features as he tries to figure out your tone.

“That first day, when you came and apologised, I couldn’t help but be terrified. I knew what had happened to you, what they’d done, and that you’d been getting better, but I couldn’t help it.” You almost regret telling him that, watching as his eyes turn even sadder, but you needed to, to make sure the next part made sense.

“I wasn’t able to sleep for days… I kept thinking it was all some trick and… and you were going to come back and take me away again.”

You purse your lips and turn your cup around in your hands, your pulse speeding up with nerves and anxiety.

“... And I think that’s so funny now,” You can’t help but laugh around your words, shaking your head as Bucky looks up at you sharply, confusion clearer on his features now.

“Funny?” He asks, voice flat, as if he suspected you might be making fun of him. You nod.

“It’s funny because these days I feel safest when you are around.” You confess, feeling very raw and open, feeling like perhaps he would see right through you.

Bucky just watches you for a while, his face returning to that unreadable expression he often wore, the confusion now gone. You start to wonder if he’d understood you properly.

“It feels like even if somebody did try to take me, you might not let them…”

“I would never let them.” Bucky says quickly, hurriedly, as if snapping out of a trance. You blink at him, a little surprised by the intensity behind his words, but he just shakes his head, frowning as he leans forward to put aside his coffee cup, and turns to face you on the couch.

“Listen to me; I will never let that happen again.” Bucky reiterates, firmer this time, making you jump slightly when his hand curls around yours. You inhale sharply, suddenly thrown off kilter and off course. You’d only wanted to make him see how much he’d done for you, but now you have no idea what was happening.

You look down at his hand in yours, and then back to his face with bewilderment, startled again when he squeezes your fingers in prompt.

“I… I believe you. I know.” You stutter and stumble over the words, feeling suddenly like there wasn’t enough air in the room. Bucky nods, and swallows, and then he’s kissing you.

You can’t help but gasp against his lips, and you’re almost certain that this whole morning has been a fake out, and you hadn’t really woken up yet. His hand not held in your own comes to gently hold your face, and even though you felt like you were drowning, responding feels bizarrely natural.

His kisses you sweet, contrary to the suddenness of it all, lips dancing slow and smooth across your own, tentative and hesitant behind the bold move. Your mind spins, elation and happy disbelief shooting through you, that you weren’t alone in having developed strange feelings. Your hand is released for a moment, only for your coffee to be tugged lightly from your other, and you don’t know where it goes, don’t really care, because now you were free to return his hold.

It feels a little awkward at first, it wasn’t as though you’d done anything like this in more than a decade, but you eventually let your arm wrap around his shoulder, slipping your hand a little shyly up to the hair at the nape of his neck. Bucky hums against your mouth in what you think is approval, and you scratch the spot a little more confidently.

And then, as if a brick had been tossed through your window, you’re shocked back to your senses.

You pull away from him quickly, jumping back and tearing yourself apart. Bucky looks surprised, and you can only stare back at him with wide eyes, breathing harder than you’d like to admit.

“What are you doing?” You manage to get out, your voice far too breathy and affected. Bucky’s brow furrows.

“You– You have a soulmate!” You tell him, trying not to sound like you were scolding him, gesturing to the hand that had previously been holding your face, the little black mark on his wrist clearly visible.

You wait for him to reply, and his expression seems to go through a journey before he focuses back on you.

“You said to me once that soulmate or not, there was still choice involved,” He speaks carefully, looking as anxious as you felt. He sucks in a breath, and looks at his wrist, before pulling his sleeve over it, and slowly holding his hand out toward you.

“I don’t– I don’t know who this is. But I know you.”

The words may as well sucker punch you in the gut, and you feel just as winded as you had in your dream. You can only stare at him, and his hand, in mild disbelief, but he doesn’t budge, doesn’t take it back.

“… Really…?” Your voice is meek, small, and belongs to the tiny part of you that didn’t feel damaged, or broken, the part of you that had still held out hope. Bucky’s lips quirk in the corners, and understanding that you won’t be able to reach for him yourself, he moves closer again, both hands cupping your face now, but instead of kissing you properly, he leans up to press a kiss to your forehead. Somehow it feels even more intimate, confirms the truth in his words even more than his lips on yours would have.

“Really.” He promises you.

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veilder · 3 years

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Hi! Would you happen to have Convin or Reed900 fics to recommend?

Oh, hello! I can definitely help you with Convin fic recs at least, lol! Reed900, not so much, but there are plenty of blogs around that you could ask for that ship. ^_^ But yeah, I’ll try to categorize these as best I can! And give a little summary, too! :D

Longfics 75k+ (Complete)

1. Mission: Unexpected by J11nxed (@j11nxed) Rated E (violence, sexual content, language, abuse): Super great casefic with lots of amazing character development. Very funny. Probably my favorite characterization of Connor and Gavin, lol. The fic I read when I’m feeling down. ^_^

2. Golden by jarpad (@embaggins on Twitter) Rated M (dark themes, mature content, allusions to self-harm/suicide, mental health issues, language): An absolutely beautiful story of healing and overcoming your demons handled in a very respectful manner. The subject matter is very thought provoking and it brought me to tears, both cathartic and not, more than once. It’s a heavy story, but... So worth it, imo.

3. like roses, death blooms by alekszova (@ewates) Rated M (violence, rape, torture, abuse, mental health issues): A very, very dark revenge fic. Definitely the darkest one on this list. If you like heavy angst, this might be for you, though please heed the tags. A lot of this story is about the aftermath of horrific events but there are still some very brutal scenes.

Mid-length fics 20k-75k (Complete)

1. Running Uphill by NHMoonshadow (@sharysisnhmoonshadow) Rated M (violence, peril, language): The ultimate time travel soulmate AU fic imo. Absolutely top tier Gavin characterization and development. Rich backstories and relationships. Definitely some trauma, omg. But ultimately, a happy ending. Definitely a must-read for any Convin fan imo.

2. Traces by berryblonde (@berry--blonde) Rated M (language, peril, minor suicidal ideation): One of the first long fics I ever read for this ship and still one of my faves. Excellent casefic setup, very interesting premise and some very dynamic characters. Also, really A+ backstory for Gavin. This is basically a classic for anyone who wasn’t around in the early days of fandom. Highly recommend!

3. His Robin by wolfetz Rated T (drama, language): Absolutely fantastic coming of age story set in a human!AU world. Really great character work for both Connor and Gavin and their relationship through the years. Love this one.

4. A Scratched CD/A Faulty Code by consecrated Rated T (mental health issues, language): Companion pieces told from Gavin and Connor’s POVs respectively. These were also very early fics I read when I was first getting into the fandom and I love them both dearly. The characterization here went a long way towards me loving the ship to begin with. A great intro to Convin.

5. That Boy is a Powder Keg by QueenHarleyQuinn Not Rated (language, violence, mature content, mental health issues): One of the most realistic takes on Gavin going from his canon asshole self to someone who could feasibly be in a relationship with Connor. I’m definitely due to re-read this cuz I can’t quite remember the details anymore, but I know I really enjoyed this at the time. Good for anyone who likes a more antagonistic take on him.

Shortfics/Oneshots (~20k)

1. Sedum Spathulifolium by Burrahobbit Rated T (language): This fic... is so dang sweet. I’ve read it so many times. It’s absolutely adorable, what can I say? Love their dynamic here. ^_^

2. Always know that you are not alone by Liveinelf Rated T (language, drama): Another fantastic take on Gavin and his growth as a character. He starts off very close to canon here and is one mean asshole. But this fic does a great job of explaining why he acts as he does. And how he changes. Highly recommend.

3. Some things never change by berryblonde Rated T (language): An absolutely hilarious fic, lol. The view of Convin through the eyes of some rookie trainees, omg. It makes me laugh so much. XD

4. Mankind Needs More Empathy by BrightestStarInTheSky (@brighteststarinthesky) Rated T (language, drama): Some good old-fashioned Gavin-getting-his-head-out-of-his-ass, lol. I love fics like this. Need a good basis to start a relationship, after all. Apologies are in order. ^_^

5. as i see them by rekal Rated T (language, drama): Same as the previous entry, this one deals with Gavin’s character growth and how he and Connor grow closer in the aftermath. It’s lovely.

6. Sweet/Wise men say... by 99MillionMiles (@99millionmilesaway) Not Rated: Two short, sweet fluff pieces that absolutely delight me every time I reread them. And as a bonus, some beautiful art by @deep-in-mind67, too!

7. Melted Phoenix by Astrapod Rated M (violence, trauma, mental health issues, mutilation, peril): This one... This is a heavy fic. It starts off with a very harrowing description of android violence that might be too much for some folks to handle. Proceed with caution. But, if you can weather that, this is an absolutely beautiful fic about love and healing. Definitely recommend.

8. So Pathetic and So Lovely by alekszova Rated M (language, drama, mental health issues, mature themes): I think the fic’s description speaks for itself here: “ Neither Gavin or Connor think they are capable of being loved by the other, but that doesn't mean it's true.” Definitely worth a read.

9. An unexpected turn of events by Smokey310 Rated T (language): This one is freakin hilarious. Connor and Gavin and a night out at the club, omg. I love this fic to death. XD

10. As Do I by berryblonde Rated T (drama): A human!AU where your soulmate can feel the injuries of their other half. It’s the story of a lifetime together. All the way til the end.

11. because the bed’s warm and it’s cold out by voidpants (@voidpants) Rated G (no warnings): Connor and Gavin being old men together. It’s beautiful. Such a lovely take on the two of them.

Unfinished Fics/Honorable Mentions

1. Spinning Yellow by sheepishwolfy (@sheepishwolfy) Rated E (violence, language, mature themes): Amazing casefic with top-tier characterization. What’s written of it is still amazing, even if it’s not complete.

2. Amidst a Crash of Worlds by fireplanetz Rated T (violence, mature themes, war, language): A fic told entirely through letters between Connor and Gavin in the aftermath of the bad ending of the game. It’s such an awesome idea and it’s executed so well. Definitely recommend.

3. The Bet by Pence Rated T (language): Brooklyn 99-inspired DPD shenanigans. Need I say more? It’s so funny and I love the characterization of Connor and Gavin. Mostly finished, too! Just the final chapter missing!

4. Wicked by MercuryPilgrim Rated M (language, mature content): I love this one. It’s such a unique take on Connor and Gavin and it works so well, too. They are delightful here. Love the dynamic!

5. (can’t say) i don’t love you by Chibbers (@teh-chibi) Rated M (language, drama, sexual content): An angsty hanahaki!AU fic where these two idiots don’t realize they’re in love with each other. Really great writing here. Very emotional. Made me feel a lot.

And I guess I should mention that I have fics of my own, too, about half of which are Convin? You can check them out on my AO3 here! ^_^

So yeah, there we go. Those are really all I can think of off the top of my head. I know I missed some amazing works, too, alas. But at least this can give you a good start, yeah? Hope this helps @pancrystal! And thanks again for the ask! :D (Also, if I messed up any of the link or if there’re any glaring typos, lemme know. This was a lot of janky, Tumblr formatting, omg. >_<)

#dbh #fanfic #fic recs #convin #connor #rk800 #gavin reed #reed800 #gavcon #please feel free to add any onto this in the comments!#I definitely know I missed some!#and also add your URL if you like since I didn't know everybody's lol! XD #pancrystal

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cherryobx · 4 years

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I only have eyes for you//Drew Starkey x reader

requested?: yeth “Hi can I make a request for Drew Starkey pls?? Where the reader is part of the obx cast and she is dating Drew. And they’re doing a livestream with Austin and Drew gets jealous during the live because of the reader’s relationship with Austin. After the reader reassured him that she only loves him. Thanks! 🤗 I love your stuff so much!”

summary: Drew feels jealous because you’re hanging out with Austin.

warnings: a curse word or two i don’t remember, fluff

WC: 1000

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

It was a normal day on set when all of a sudden Austin texted you and asked if you wanted to be on his live stream. He said that he was on his lunch break and had already finished eating so he had more than half an hour to spare.

“Sure,” was what you answered with. You had been intending to spend the break with your boyfriend Drew but you knew he’d be fine with you doing the live with Austin instead.

But you didn’t want to just disappear without saying a word, so you called him.

“Hey! Is it okay if I skip our lunch? Austin just asked me to do an Instagram live with him.”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask me,” he laughed, making you smile.

“I know. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t run around frantically looking for me again.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You didn’t even have to see him to know he just rolled his eyes at you. “You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“I’m gonna swing by Austin’s trailer soon, to, you know, make sure you’re not telling some embarrassing stories about me.”

“I’m definitely not going to do that.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, not believing you at all.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And then you hung up and made your way to Austin’s trailer. You knocked on the door and entered it when you heard a faint ‘come in’.

Austin was sitting on his couch, setting up his phone.

“Hey!” you greeted him as you closed the door behind you and sat down beside him.

You had been live with Austin for about 10 minutes when Drew decided to go and see what you were talking about. Of course, he could just watch the live on his phone but it wasn’t the same.

He was about to enter Austin’s trailer when he heard you loudly laugh at something Austin had said.

“No way! The same thing happened to me!”

Your laugh was his favorite sound in the world. It was like music to his eyes. That’s why he always tried to make you laugh as much as he could.

But now, hearing Austin make you laugh made him jealous. He knew that he had no reason to be jealous but his deep and dark thoughts seemed to be a bit different. What if you didn’t love him as much as he did you? What if you liked Austin better? Maybe he was not good enough for you.

His mind was clouded with those insecure thoughts and he didn’t like it one bit.

He turned away and walked back to his trailer, not wanting to go where he wanted to go earlier anymore.

He sat down on the couch of his trailer and grabbed a water bottle, taking a big gulp out of it and then setting it onto the table.

He just stared at the ground, his head resting on his hands, thinking about you and hearing your laugh in his thoughts.

He was never the type of guy to get insecure easily. But when it came to you, it was different. He didn’t want to lose you or the connection you both shared with each other. He knew he had found his soulmate and he didn’t want to let go.

When you finished your live, you texted Drew, wanting to know where he was since he didn’t come to Austin’s trailer as he had promised.

You didn’t get a reply though. The most logical place that he would be at was his trailer. So you made your way over to there check up on him.

You knocked on the door but nothing happened. Opening the door, you peeked inside and saw him sitting on the couch, his head on his hands.

“Hey, Drew, you alright?” you asked worriedly, stepping in and closing the door behind you.

He ignored your question.

“Drew?”

Sitting beside him, you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me, darling.”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbled.

“Clearly somethings bothering you. I want to be here for you, Drew. Let me help.”

“Just thinking about stuff. You don’t have to worry.”

“Drew…” Your tone of voice was warning. He clearly wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Stop, okay? I’m fine.” He stood up, turning his back to you and frustratedly running his fingers through his hair.

You stood up as well and wrapped your hands around his torso, hugging him from behind.

“Let me be here for you, Drew. Don’t bottle it up.”

He was silent for a while. He was thinking of the right words to say.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff. I feel like I’m becoming more and more insecure every day. And jealous. Like really jealous. I’m overthinking a lot and that’s why I thought that you’d be way happier without me, with someone else who can make you happier. You’re my soulmate, Y/N. I feel it. I don’t know. My mind has been fucking with me lately.”

“Drew, is this about today? When I was hanging out with Austin?”

“Mhm,” he hummed.

You let go of him for a second and walked in front of him, taking his hands in yours.

“Drew Starkey, you don’t have a reason to be jealous or insecure. I mean you can feel whatever you want but I’m saying that there’s no reason. I love you, very much. And only you. You mean the world to me and I don’t know where I’d be without you. You complete me and like you said, we’re soulmates. I see Austin as nothing more than a brother I never had. I only have eyes for you.”

“You really mean that?” He was looking straight into your eyes.

You nodded. “I do.”

He placed his hand delicately on your cheek, before connecting your lips.

“I love you,” you mumbled through the kiss.

“I love you too.”

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Star in the Sand Final Chapter

It should have come as no surprise to you that Croc would plan your wedding out for only a month after he proposed to you. Wasn't like there was much to do anyway the both of you agreeing on a small, intimate affair. Really he probably would have married you the following week but there was still your dress and such to get in order so he had waited. Plus you had something you wanted to get made for him. Now however the day was here and as you looked over your reflection a smile came to your face. While you never thought you would be pregnant on your wedding day, well you never thought you would be getting married in the first place but here you were and you had to say you were quite happy with the way you looked.

Your white lace dress flowed wonderfully and you again had to give Croc props when he helped you pick out the style of the dress. He hadn't been amused when you wouldn't let him see it for himself but he eventually got over it. Your hair and makeup were simple but elegant with your hair left down in a waterfall braid. As far as jewelry went you wore the necklace and ear rings Croc had given you along with your engagement ring.

"Oh y/n/n you look so beautiful. Mr. Zero sure is a lucky man." Bentham spoke with both hands on his cheeks as he smiled at the bride.

Turning to see Bon standing there you smiled at him, a blush coming to your cheeks. Even though he was simply walking you to join you husband at the alter location he had dressed to impress. Walking over to him you took a deep breath as he smiled at you. Thinking back on the last year you couldn't help the emotions from taking over. Without a word you leaned forward to hug your friend.

"Oh." Standing there for a moment Bentham blinked and then moved to return her hug.

"Thank you Bon, truly. If it wasn't for you I would still be in that awful place... hell I'd probably be dead by now. You saved me, you saved us and because of you I'm getting ready to marry the love of my life. I get to have a family, my child gets to have a family. Thank you."

Rendered speechless he just stood there until he hummed and smiled. Giving the woman a small squeeze he pulled back to look down at her, rubbing her arms. "You are more than welcome my friend. Now no more tears, you will ruin your make up." he chuckled as she gave a light giggle. Dabbing the tears from her eyes with his handkerchief he tucked it away and held out his arm. "Ready to become Mrs. Crocodile? I snuck a peek at him earlier and I dare do say he does look even more handsome than usual."

Smiling you nodded and took the queen's arm.

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Standing on top of the cliffside he stared out at the sun setting on the sea, the light breeze blowing his hair. He was thankful the weather seemed to be on his side today, not too cold, not too hot. Looking up to the sky he even noticed a few stars starting to pop out and grinned. Feeling a presence he looked to see Daz making his way over to him and rose a brow at his attire.

"What? Are you the only one allowed to dress nicely?" Daz spoke in his deep voice, glancing down to his black dress shirt and black dress pants.

Seeing he had left the first three buttons undone he huffed. "You clean up well." was all he said around his cigar.

The two men continued standing in a comfortable silence until he saw his first mate smile softly at something behind him. Quickly tossing out his cigar to the sea bellow he looked behind him and felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes locked on his bride. He was sure in that moment he had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. While he knew her dress was going to be lace he didn't know it would look so damn good on her. Even being pregnant she was stunning. As she was led to him he saw knew Bentham was smiling like the idiot he was but paid him no mind, all his attention on his soon to be wife.

Walking up the hill you saw him before he saw you. Even though he was facing away from you you felt a large smile split your face at how good he looked. Even more so with a breathtaking backdrop like the one he had. As he turned to look your way you felt your heart flutter, Bentham was right he was even more handsome than usual. Black dress pants that before you saw shaped his ass perfectly were tailored to perfection. A white dress shirt tucked into his pants than had the first button undone in a more casual look that he knew you loved so. To top it all off he had on his black suit jacket, a single y/f/f pinned to the pocket. Damn what a lucky girl you were.

Meeting her eyes he grinned at how much they were shinning. Holding out his hand for her to take he felt her place her small hand in his as she came to stand in front of him. Swallowing hard when just for a moment he thought of how close he had been to never having this moment he gave her hand a small squeeze and saw her smile at him. Nodding to Daz when he asked if they were ready to begin he stroked the top of her hand with his thumb.

"A Soulmate is the one person who's love is powerful enough to motivate you to meet your soul. To do the emotion work of self discovery, of awaking so you can change for the better...."

Listening as Daz spoke of the both of you becoming one you repeated your vows to love and care for Crocodile until the end of your days. "....and then after that."

Grinning at her added part he took his turn repeating the vows of marriage. "...Forever with you simply will not be enough, but from this day forward, I vow to make the most of every moment." he added and saw her smile up at him so sweet it made him feel like a young man again. As it came time for the rings he slipped the wedding band he had made to match her engagement ring on her finger, feeling a sense of pride at the way it looked on her finger. "With this ring I thee wed." he spoke in a deep voice. When Daz brought up his ring he went shook his head but heard his star speak first.

"With this ring I thee wed." you said in a soft voice, taking the ring you had made for him off your thumb where you had it hidden and slipping it onto his right ring finger.

Snapping his eyes down to the ring she had pushed onto his finger he knit his brows a little. He wasn't expecting to wear a wedding ring, he didn't have a left hand and wedding rings were worn on one's left ring finger. However she seemed to have other plans. Seeing the gold ring there he looked back up to her and saw her smiling lovingly a him and grinned.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Captain, you may kiss your bride."

Without a moment's hesitation he leaned down to press his lips to hers, wrapping his left arm around her to rest his hook on her side while his hand moved to cup the back of her head. He didn't know wither it was his imagination or not but as they sealed their marriage he felt the binding mark on his hip grow warm, pulse. Pulling away from her lips for only a moment he kept his lidded eyes on her. "You both can go now."

Rolling your eyes some you turned your head the tiniest amount to look at the both of your friends, even if Croc himself would never admit they were. "Thank you." Seeing Bon smile and Daz bow his head some before walking away to leave you both alone you didn't get time to say anything else before your husband's lips were back on yours. Wrapping your arms around his middle under his jacket you smiled and kissed his exposed throat as he stood back up straight. Craning your neck to look up at him you watched as he lifted his hand no doubt judge the ring you had given him. "Does it meet the infamous Sir Crocodile's standards?"

Looking over his new ring he saw it was gold and it looked to have a intricate design carved into it, one like he had never seen before.

"It's called a eternity knot." you told him blinking slowly up at him. "They're complete loops that have no start or finish to represent eternity. Only one thread is used in each design which symbolizes how life and eternity are interconnected." Seeing him turn his hand around to look at the other side you grinned. "There's an engraving."

Knitting his brows some he used his other fingers to remove the ring and looked over the inside.

'Put your ring back on!'

He couldn't stop the small chuckle that left his throat and shook his head as he moved the ring back on his finger. He should have known it would be something like that with her. "I love it. Thank you darling."

Seeing him smile you did as well and met his eyes as he looked down at you, his hair blowing lightly in the wind. As it all sunk in you felt your eyes water a little. He was your husband, you were his wife, the both of you were married. "I love you Raiden."

"Not nearly as much as I love you little star."

"Better be careful, those are fighting words."

Chuckling he leaned down to press his lips to hers.

.................................

Washing the few dishes from supper you heard the deep sigh, alerting you to his presence before you felt his arms wrap around your middle, noticing his hook had been left off after his shower.

"How many times must I tell you to leave them to the maids."

"It was just a few." you tried to tell him but felt his hand move from your belly to turn off the water and force your own hand to drop the sponge. Tilting your head when his lips moved to your neck you hummed as he started kissing and sucking at your sweet spot. Feeling something poke your back you bit your lip before you were turned around and lifted up into his arms. Giggling you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you back to your bedroom.

Trailing kisses up her throat he gave a bite to her thin skin, lapping over the area with his tongue when she let out a small hiss. Dropping her panties to the floor along with his shirt that she was wearing, he moved to lay her on the end of the bed. Kneeling down in front of her he looked over her body and felt a low growl rumble in his throat. Her belly was now prominently round with their child and her breast were beginning to swell a tad bit as well. Although she herself seemed more annoyed by her pregnant body, once calling herself a whale, he couldn't get enough of her. He enjoyed the sight of her carrying their child, the instinctual knowledge that it brought, that he had fully made her his.

When you didn't feel him move above you, you looked down and felt your eyes widen a bit when you noticed him kneeling before you. Your husband met your eyes and smirked before diving in making you gasp and arch your back as his skilled tongue ravaged you.

Feeling her wetness cover his finger he purred and pushed forward, filling her tight hole with his finger. She gasped at the intrusion and he grinned. Moving his hand he stroked the front of her wall and moved his mouth down to suck at her clit before adding a second. Sucking and lapping at her sex he swallowed down everything she had to offer him, letting the taste of her fuel the fire within him. It didn't take long until she was a withering and whimpering mess. With one last curl of his fingers she spasmed around his digits. Working her back down from her high he lapped up her soaked cunt one last time.

Still in a state of bliss you felt as he kissed up your body, flinching when he nipped your nipple between his teeth. When his mouth finally found yours again you cupped his face in your hands and closed your eyes. Rolling your tongue with his you felt his one hand rubbing up and down your thigh. Moving one of your hands into his hair you tugged on the black strands and heard him groan. "Croc... need you."

Chuckling he kissed her a few more times before kissing across her cheek to her ear. "Do you trust me darling?" he asked and felt her nod. Grinning he stood and saw her look up to him. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up, pecking her forehead before turning her around to face their bed. Rubbing his hand up her hip he met her eyes when she looked up to him. "Kneel on the bed."

Taking a deep breath you moved onto the bed like he said, taking his hand when he offered it to help stay balanced. Once you were on the bed, facing away from him you heard as he removed his pajama pants and inhaled deeply as he came up behind you. Closing your eyes as he kissed your shoulder and neck you felt him ease you down so you were on all fours.

Kissing and licking down her spine he moved to kneel behind her. Stroking up her slit with his finger he was happy to find her dripping for him. Admiring her ass he grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her slit, covering his member in her slick before pressing the head to her entrance.

You coudl only whimper as he entered you, the stretch of his cock indescribable. His hand moved to your lower back as he slowly thrusted in, his thumb rubbing circles over your skin. Once he was the whole was in, his pelvis meeting your ass you swallowed hard with how full you felt. As soon as he started moving you felt your mouth fall open and dug your nails into the bedding. Being thrusted forward with every snap of his hips you moaned and felt your mind slipping away, the pleasure of your lovemaking taking over.

Gritting his teeth he let out a low groan, gripping her ass cheek hard enough to leave bruises. Dropping his eyes he watched her small body get fucked by his large cock. Growling he let his eyes slip closed and focused on the immense pleasure he was feeling. She was moaning and crying out, fueling his engine to pick up speed. Leaning down over her he held his weight with one hand while his left arm looped under her pelvis to keep them as close a possible.

He was hitting all new angles like this making moans and sighs flow from your mouth. It wasn't long before you felt your second orgasm approaching. "c..croc...ah..."

As he felt her fluttering around his cock he dipped his head to kiss her temple, he was close as well. "Cum for me little star." he told her in a deep voice and as she clamed down on his cock he pushed his hips as far into her backside as he possibly could, letting out a deep groan as he filled her, only slightly aware of her own moaning.

Feeling extremely exhausted after two intense orgasms you were thankful when your husband helped lower you to the bed to lay you on your side. After helping to clean you up you cuddled up into his side, sighing as he brushed your unruly hair out of your face. Using the rest of your energy you turned to kiss his chest and mumble a small 'love you' before sleep claimed you.

Grinning to himself as she quickly fell asleep in his side he kissed her forehead and rubbed her belly. "Goodnight my dear wife."

..................................

Whimpering you bit your lip and closed your eyes. Just a two more hours, come on you could do this without him.

"Y/n/n are you alright?" Bentham asked with furrowed brows as he watched the young woman stiffened up again.

Not trusting your voice you only nodded in response. Taking deep breaths in through your nose and letting them out through your mouth you crossed your arms over your chest to try and hide your discomfort from your friend. Walking around the room you thought back to this morning when you had first felt those contractions. At first you thought they were just strong Braxton hicks but they seemed to be getting worse. Croc was currently in a meeting and you really didn't want to bother him. Stopping when a sudden pain came you had to grab onto the nearest piece of furniture to keep from doubling over.

"Okay you are clearly not alright or fine as you keep saying. I think I should really go get..."

"No Bon. I'm fine it's just Braxton hicks."

"But Mr. Zero said that if you were in pain to...."

"He is in a meeting, one he has been getting ready for all week. I don't want to bother him." you told him, your voice shaky. "I'll be fine, I just... I need to walk around a bit." you said quietly as you moved towards the garden. Seeing Bon's worried eyes on you you gave him a reassuring smile. Continuing to walk around outside you licked your lips. Your water hadn't broken so you still had a while... maybe, or at least that's how it was in the movies. Placing your hand over your large belly you tried to feel for any movement.

Watching the woman closely he saw her just walk around the private garden. Nothing else seemed to happen for a while until he saw her clench up again. This time a small cry of pain leaving her lips.

Leaning forward you rested your head on your folded arms that were against the wall surrounding the garden and tried to focus on your breathing. "Oh fuck.." you whimpered.

"That is it Y/n I am going to get Mr.Zero right now." Bentham spoke as he hurried over to help keep his friend from falling to the ground. Walking her back inside he winced as she clung to his hand.

"N...no Bon I..." You words quickly fell silent as something wet dripped down your legs. Snapping your eyes down you saw a wetness covering the front of your lounge pants. "O..okay yeah I'm not fine... I'm in labor."

Bentham quickly let out a small yell as he led her inside. "You sit down and..."

"Don't want to sit down." you spoke softly with a shake of your head, your eyes screwing shut.

"Fine but please just stay here. I am going to get Crocodile. Everything is going to be alright! You will be fine and little Croc junior will be fine and..."

"Bon p...please just hurry."

"Right. Be back soon."

Listening as Bon ran from the home you tried to even out your breathing. Deciding it would be best if you got to the bed room you tried to wobble your way down the hall but the contractions were coming in hard. Clenching your eyes shut you grit your teeth and tried to muffle your scream behind your teeth. Once you could breathe again you looked to your bedroom door. Painstakingly making it to your bedroom you glanced to the bed and bit your lip, tears streaming down your face. Glancing to the bathroom you stumbled over to the door, grabbing the frame so hard you were afraid you might crack the wood. "Ahhh!" you sobbed. Quickly shoving your lounge pants down your legs you breathed through another contraction. You needed towels, that you knew. Going to take another step you were overcome with a horrible pain and felt your knees buckle but before you could hit the ground two strong hands were holding you up. Looking to their owners you saw none other than your friend and husband's right hand man, "Daz..."

"It's alright Y/n I got you." he spoke as he lifted the woman up gently and carried her to the large bed in the room.

Easing back into the pillows with Daz's help you looked up into the man's black eyes, "C..croc?"

"He'll be here soon I'm sure, Bentham met me on the way." he told her.

Nodding you saw him walk to the bathroom and come back with his arm full of towels.

Easing a few of the towels under her he left the others on the table for now. "I'll be back, I'm going to get a bowl of hot water." Seeing the apprehension in her eyes he laid his hand on her shoulder. ""I'm coming right back Y/n, I promise." Seeing her nod he hurried to the kitchen.

Laying there you worked on breathing, gripping the bedding hard. Overcome with emotions and pain you soon felt more tears roll down your face. You wanted your husband, you wanted your Croc. A burst of air filled the room before you felt something stroking your cheek and opened your eyes to see none other than your soulmate. There was a look of what you thought was fear on his face, something you hadn't seen before. "He wants t..to make a grand appearance just like h..his daddy."

Chuckling slightly he looked over her flushed face and licked his lips. He coudl see the streaks on her face where she had been crying and her eyes showed the pain she was in. Leaning forward he placed a kiss on her sweaty brow, stroking the side of her face with his hand. When he heard her let out a whimper of pain and felt her clench up he looked down to see her face contorted into one of agony and he hated it. Hearing footsteps he snapped his eyes to the door to see Daz coming in with a steaming bowl that when he set it on the side table he saw it was water. Glancing between his first and his wife he swallowed hard. "What can I do?"

"Comfort her." was all he said before he turned to see Bentham running in practically dragging the midwife in behind him, the poor woman looking petrified.

He had stayed by his darling side as the midwife went about checking her over. Thankfully Daz had pulled Bentham out of the room a while ago before he coudl snap himself. It had been about two hours and during that time he could only sit and watch as the love of his life suffered in pain. Helping her take a drink from the cup of water Bentham had brought in he placed it back on the table before stroking her hair back again. The contractions were closer now and as the midwife checked her again she told them both that it should be anytime now.

Feeling your lower abdomen clench up you took in a shaky breath "Oh God.. I.. I think I need to push." you spoke and saw Croc sit up straight, his body stiffening.

"Go ahead, your body knows what to do, long push." the midwife instructed.

Baring down for a good minute you panted for air once the contraction ended. Breathing out you fisted your hands in the bedding and threw your head back as another strong contraction came, telling your body to push. Managing a long push you gasped out a sob when you needed a break, it felt like your body was being ripped in half.

"Good. Very good."

Dabbing at her forehead with the rag he felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn't describe how much it hurt him to see his wife suffering. As another contraction came he heard her sob out that she couldn't do this. Grabbing her hand when he saw a small tear roll down her cheek he placed his forehead on her head and closed his eyes, "You can do this little star, I know you can. You are doing so good darling, come on just a little while more."

"You need to push again Mrs. A Long, hard push. Come on now ready, 1, 2, 3 push."

Nodding you bared down and pushed, your teeth clenching together so tight you were afraid they would crack.

Ignoring the pain in his hand he watched as she pushed. When she gasped for air he heard her choke on a sob and looked down, lifting the bottom of the shirt to see blood and... hair. Snapping his eyes back up to her face he smiled. "I can see the head darling."

"Big push." The midwife spoke as she moved between the woman's legs.

Seeing his wife sweating and exhausted he brushed her hair out of her face before taking her hand again. "Come on, you can do it starlight push." he said and saw her dip her head as she pushed again.

Feeling a pressure between your legs you took in pants of air and watched Croc look again, a large smile coming over his face.

"The head is out sweetheart, he's got some hair." he said, watching as the midwife gently unlopped the cord from his child's neck.

"One more push Mrs., just one more."

You were so tired, it felt like your limbs weighed a ton. Hearing the woman talking but not being able to fully pick up on what she said you figured she was talking to Croc.

Quickly nodding he followed the midwife's instructions to remove Y/n's shirt and without a second thought he ripped the front of his dress shirt that she was wearing open, buttons flying all over the room.

"Just one more darling, come on." he told her cupping her cheek in his hand.

With one last hard push you gasped out and felt a pressure leave your body.

Snapping his eyes down as the midwife moved to grab his child he couldn't stop smiling,.

"It's a boy."

His tiny son wailed in the woman's hands and he looked to his wife as he was laid on her chest.

Moving to hold your son you choked out a sob and felt tears run down your cheeks. "Shhhh." you cooed to him, hearing his small cries dwindle down at the sound of your voice.

Rubbing his son's back he didn't care at all for the blood and birth that was getting on him. The straw-hat doctor had been right, his son was small, his hand covering his son's whole body but as the midwife said that he seemed to be in perfect health he coudl only smile. He didn't care if he was small he had to be the perfect thing he had ever seen.

.................................

A while later he moved back to their bed, both his wife and son being cleaned up and everyone gone from their home. He had removed his hook, dressing down to his lounge pants as he carefully joined her in bed. Scooting over he watched amazed as his son suckled away happily. Stroking his fine black hair with the tips of his fingers he smiled softly and kissed Y/n's head. "He's beautiful darling. Absolutely perfect."

Humming sleepily you looked up to your husband and smiled as he kissed you. Feeling Caiman finally unlatch you adjusted him and then looked up to Croc before moving your son to his father's chest.

Stiffening when Y/n moved to place the tiny newborn on his chest he opened and closed his mouth.

"You aren't going to break him." you chuckled lightly.

Leaning back into the pillows he held his son with his left forearm while his hand moved overtop of him to keep him warm. For the first few seconds he didn't breath but as soon as he saw the babe nuzzle his cheek into his chest he smiled and relaxed slowly.

"See he knows his daddy." you spoke, smiling at the sight.

Looking down at his son it all sunk in and he took a shaky breath. He had a son, he was a father, a husband. He had a family. Licking his lips he glanced to the woman curling up in his side. "Thank you y/n, for showing me what true happiness is."

Humming you yawned and kissed his chest, stroking Caiman's knuckles and feeling him wrap his tiny fingers around one of yours. "I love you Croc."

"And I love you darling." he told her before he felt her body relax into his and her breaths fan out over his chest. Hearing the tiniest grunt from his son he rubbed his back, "Shhh. Let's let your mother get some well deserved rest." As the boy quieted down he saw one of his eyes crack open to look at him and smiled largely at the bright sea blue eyes that met his.

.....................................

"Again! Again!"

Smiling as Caiman demanded his father lift him up above his head with his one hand you smiled at his laugh.

"Alright Caiman daddy has captainly duties as mommy calls it."

"No I Captain."

Huffing he set his son in his lap. "Yes yes I know, you are the captain."

Giggling at just how much the two were alike you looked back down to your sketch of the two when suddenly a loud voice broke out from the deck.

"Straw-hat ship up ahead!"

Seeing his wife jump up he coudl only huff as she came over to take their son from him.

Walking out onto the deck you moved to stand with your husband as the Sunny came into view. Coming up beside the ship you smiled largely as the crew came out on deck. Holding onto your now almost two year old you felt Croc rub your back as his arm wrapped around you. Looking up at him you saw him glance down at you, the both of your sharing a loving smile before you heard the loud cheering of the pirate king.

A/n: Well that's it. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Thank you for reading. Please leave me a comment or like to let me know what you think.

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Relationship with NCT Dream

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”and thus, a new confusion meme was born

➣ RENJUN ☾ renjaria

renjun and aria room together while she’s promoting with dream

they were so awkward around each other at the beginning :(

only really spoke in passing, or when they had to

it was renjun that broke the ice at first, asking if she wanted to go shopping for the dorm together

now it’s their thing

“no aria, we can’t get more ice-cream we’re all supposed to be on diets.” “but ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ please”

he’s lowkey soft for her but he’d rather throw himself off the roof then tell her that

piano pals

he started teaching her how to properly play once he found her messing around on a keyboard in the studio one day

they actually argue quite a bit

not about big things, but about smaller things that push each other over the edge because of stress

the first time he yelled at her, aria spent the night in hyuck’s room

hyuck yelled at renjun for making her cry

now they’re probably the best pairing for talking through their emotions instead of blowing up on each other

they’re both quite opinionated people, and they’ve learnt to navigate that well so fights don’t happen as often

does that stop renjun from teasing aria an within an inch of her life? absolutely not

“i’ll kill you” “can you, reach?” “LISTEN HERE-”

he acts like he’s 10ft tall, excuse you sir you are barely 5′6″

renjun was her mandarin teacher for a while, but then kun kindly told her that her “introduction” was actually calling herself an idiot

aria has a bad problem with saesangs go away bitches and renjun is iconic for going off on them for her because she doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it all

he gets so angry on her behalf

that was actually a topic of one of their biggest arguments smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria was leaning on a pile of books to prop herself up as she leant forwards to try and hang a string of lights on her bedroom wall. renjun walked in, and immediately came to her aid, speaking with a teasing tone. “need a hand?”

aria, without ceremony just elbowed him in the stomach and used his then folded up figure to push herself up higher. “yes, thank you!”

she got hate for that one, but it was all in good fun and renjun was laughing after it

➣ JENO ☾ nori

aria is his princess and everyone else can fight him

like they’re both doyoung’s children, but if it comes down to it he will lay down his life for her

and not even in a romantic way, just a “you’re too precious i have to protect you” kind of way

czennies thought he was in love with her for the entirety of nct 2018 promotions

this boy was hanging off of her at any given second, and there was an edited video of jeno “glaring” at lucas’ back when the taller boy walked away after hugging aria

it was faked, stan twt needs to chill out

he drags her to the gym

he’s basically her big brother? but they’re the same age - its a weird dynamic but they make it work

they’re so LOUD together

not chaotic, but he makes her laugh so hard

vlive 191030: “nono-ah makes my cheeks hurt so i can’t spend too long around him. my sides hurt too ~ ♡(｡- ω -)”

any and all fanfictions written about the two are definitely either coffee shop, university or library AUs

this man walks like a bodyguard around her - boy got the arm over the shoulder, tucked her head into him, covering her face, its a whole ordeal

dispatch released some pictures of aria one day and accidentally blurred out jeno’s face because they thought he was her bodyguard

is so. so mindful of how long aria spends in the training rooms

like, yes everyone else expects her home before midnight (long story)

but jeno actively makes sure to ask people what time she left the dorm at, and texts her to remind her to take water breaks and to come home at a good time so she can sleep

these two are the creators of so many iconic vlives - they have a bad habit of going live at 1 or 2 in the morning, just doing random things

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

“hi hi! so, nono and i- jeno stop it, stop it! - nono and i are walking down to the park to go feed the birds - yes we’re going to feed the bird- no! we are not going to feed the ducks, bread can kill the ducks! why did you bring brea-”

jeno pulled the camera from aria’s hands. “ari and i,” he looked at her purposefully, “are going back to the dorms because someone forgot to bring the bird seed, and apparently we can’t give bread to ducks anymore.”

*sounds of aria intermittently hitting and scolding jeno ensue*

➣ DONGHYUCK ☾ arichan

the other half of the best friend crew

absolute heathens to be around when they are together

donghyuck is the person aria is closest to, and someone she’d call her best friend (only when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her)

she calls him “the demon child i can’t get rid of” but will, and has definitely pouted when he ignored her for too long

generally aria is a pretty soft spoken person, but not with hyuck around - he brings out all her chaos energy (please pray for the patience of dotae)

the pair have a little tradition of kissing the back of each others’ hands before going on stage for good luck. they can’t even remember how it started, but now its an unnegotiable pre-show ritual

he’s so clingy with her absolutely everywhere its painfully adorable (ಥ﹏ಥ)

interviews? hyuck has a hand on her knee, or if she’s wearing a skirt he’s tucked his hand in between their chairs so she can hold it discreetly. in the dorms? full body tackle onto the couch, where he proceeds to lay on top of her completely.

because of hyuck’s nickname being the sun, and aria always being around him, czennies gave her the nickname “moon” to go with him

fans thought that aria was older than hyuck for a good year and a half before she released her birthday on a vlive, because she’s normally the one tasked with reigning his chaotic energy in during promotions (that is, if she hasn’t already joined him)

but off-camera, aria is absolutely hyuck’s baby there is no disputing that. aria’s sad?he’s there with ice-cream and a blanket and a baseball bat.

the winnie the pooh character that is on aria’s bed was a gift from hyuck for her 17th birthday, after she made him watch seven episodes of the show on netflix with her one night

yes he complained, but he slapped her hand away when she went to change it to something else

a twitter thread of a czennie comparing their horoscopes together went viral when people realized that it was quite plausible that the pair were each others (platonic) soulmates

after an incident involving blueberries, donghyuck took it upon himself to check the ingredients of every. single. food item in their dorm to make sure it was ok for her to eat

hyuck clowns her for her irish accent, and aria curses him out in japanese

tldr: they cute or whatever

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

donghyuck was doing a vlive in his bedroom, sitting and talking to czennies when aria opened the door to his room quietly. she didn’t say anything, just waved slightly with almost closed eyes before she crawled underneath his covers and tucked her plushie underneath her chin. hyuck didn’t even blink at it - so it must have been a regular occurrence.

➣ JAEMIN ☾ nari

jaemin highkey flusters her

not in a oo you’re so cute, cute boy make nerves go eeee

but he’ll wink at her and teasingly compliment her and now she looks like a firetruck this isn’t fair

he absolutely takes advantage of this where ever possible

“riri, can i have some?” “no, i just made these you should have helped me (-_-)” “riri~ but you looked so cute making them i didn’t want to interrupt you~” *aria.exe has stopped responding*

but when aria isn’t trying to get her cheeks to stop being red, they’re really cute together

you’d swear aria is older, by how much jaemin whines for her attention

the mighty battles between jaemin and hyuck

hyuck’s just biding his time for the rooftop fight

kinda panics around her when she’s crying, but is always the first to offer up a hug

has a period tracker on his phone but no one knows about it

he doesn’t like to coddle her because they’re so close in age, but that doesn’t stop him from getting protective in certain situations *cough cough the fansign cough cough*

jaemin and aria cuddling when they’re drunk? more likely than you’d think

he definitely professed his undying love for her at one point while being drunk, and chenle caught it on video

“noona we’re playing that at your wedding”

designated blanket/pillow hunter at award shows, and if he can’t find one then he usually just gives her his jacket

the amount of coffee these two consume should be illegal

aria prefers to call him nana and he prefers to call her riri in the dorms, so when either of them get called by their first name by the other it means A: they’re on a schedule, or B: someone’s about to die

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

nct dream on idol room were trying out jaemin’s death-in-a-cup (his coffee) and as the cup got passed around, aria grew more and more concerned with each face the members made. “jaemin if i die from this-”

he only smiled at her while passing over the cup. aria held it up to look at the black liquid skeptically, before sighing in resignation and bringing the cup to her lips to take a sip.

and then another.

“wait this is good i like this”

➣ CHENLE ☾ leri

hide yo kids and hide yo wives because leri is entering the chat

*cue aria and chenle wearing 2000s rapper clothes with backwards baseball caps*

these two are so chaotically calm

its like the energy cancels out or something

aria with hyuck is just so loud and obnoxious, and the same with chenle with jisung

so when you put those two together it just turns into le positive vibes

you ever meditated to those 132 hertz sounds? thats them in a sound

aria will hold him like a baby kitten she’s expecting to try wriggle out of her grip at any moment and its comical because he’s a good head taller than her

aria definitely has a knack for making her groupmates’ parents fall in love with her

every two weeks or so she goes for dinner in chenle’s house upon his mother’s request

they have a mutual understanding of the mental toll it takes to be around the rest of the dreamies constantly

chenle and aria sitting peacefully, watching a cdrama:

the dreamies, throttling each other: AAAAAAAAAAA

will never admit it but he misses her the most when she goes away to promote

he thinks of her as a big sister and the dorms feel empty without her there

aggressive proud hugs

so aggressive, he legit tackles her

he had to tone it down after knocking her over once backstage and she narrowly missed clocking herself on a nearby soundboard

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL!”

he always gets a little bit anxious when they eat things outside of the dorms because he’s never seen her have an allergic reaction before and he’d like to keep it that way (`皿´＃)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

chenle was particularly restless that day, constantly shuffling about in his seat to the point where renjun forcefully tossed an arm over his shoulders to hold him still while the vlive was still playing.

not one to be defeated, chenle then turned to press his lips to renjun’s cheek playfully, laughing when the older boy turned away in disgust. he turned to do the same to aria, coming closer to her cheek before aria turned her head to face his.

“AAA-” “EW CHENLE WHY”

➣ JISUNG ☾ jiri

oh god oh god oh god

if aria could take this boy and wrap him in a blanket and keep him in her pocket she would - no questions asked

jisung knows she loves him the most out of dream sorry markhyuck and takes advantage of it every second

she used to coddle him a lot when he was smaller, but now that he’s older aria tries to rein it in as much as possible

that doesn’t mean it goes away completely though

“noona can you cook for me?” “of course jisungie! what do you want?”

*jeno gobsmacked in the background* “you just told me you were too tired to cook tonight”

aria: big baby, must protect

jisung: tiny noona, must protect

jaemin and aria are really the only people jisung is ok with seeing him be super emotional - and he flip flops between the two depending on the reason why he’s emotional

self-esteem, feeling poopy side of it all? straight into aria’s bed, letting her roll him onto his side so she can tuck his head into her shoulder and covers the two of them with her duvet the way she used to do when he was shorter

this boy cannot curse around her unless he wants to get his ass Beat

dancing bros

they go so hard in their NCT Dance duet videos

he keeps band-aids in his bag for her in exchange for her keeping an extra bottle of water in hers because jisung always forgets his own

jisung rests his elbow on her head a lot

but only briefly because the last time he stayed there for too long she stamped on his foot

tldr: aria is jisung’s emotional support gnome

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

jisung and aria were doing the chicken leg battle (this one) to fight for first dibs on the rooms they were going to be sharing for the next week or so. just before they were about to start, mark started laughing and pointing at how high jisung’s leg came up on aria’s, with aria’s knee barely hitting jisung’s mid-thigh

“this is an unfair advantage! this is cheating!”

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admiringlove · 3 years

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Ship your moots

hihi!! so here is my list of me shipping my moots <3 thank you for the ask!

#1. @kuroomiya + mattsukawa issei.

now i genuinely think they'd be amazing together because mel just radiates bad bitch energy?? she's my role model, okay. the way these two would just go back and forth while teasing one another, and just have the best dynamic together blows my mind. ugh, he'd be lucky to have her. just imagine them having the most chill relationship ever. starts off casual, turns into something where they can't be apart from each other even if they tried because their relationship was idiots to lovers, slowburn, 20k angst but fluff at the end.

#2. @sunarent + suna rintarou.

look, it's in mother's username already. you don't even need me to tell you that these people have one of the best relationships ever. she's the wise one, he's the laid back one. they're probably the couple everyone's jealous of when they go out or something. he's the type to come out of a shower in a towel and hold up two shirts and ask what he should wear and she'd give him a detailed report. anyone would kill to be dating alice, she's a queen. this one is somewhat on the range of frenemies to lovers, he's stupid and she knows she likes him but she hates him so she doesn't tell him anything but in the end one of them screams "because i love you" and boom, kiss and makeup.

#3. @tetsvhoe + kuroo tetsurou.

yk what? gwen and kuroo are the happy-go-lucky couple. they're akways teasing each other, being corny with the chemistry jokes that gwen doesn't understand until kuroo explains it to her and then she starts laughing loudly. they're the type of couple who watch over each other and smile to themselves when they see their partner sleep peacefully(even if one of them snores, it's still cute okay). definitely a best friends to lovers type of beat. they're both dumb though. so it's probably gonna take a long time for them to come together. they'll date other people to secretly block out their feelings for their best friend because they "don't wanna ruin the friendship" but in the end, the universe puts doen a card for them. and boom, now you can't pull them away from each other.

#4. @roanniee + tendou satori.

ro is one of the most expressive, caring, protective, wise person i've ever known. she's compassionate, she's there when someone needs her. she's comforting, and to tendou, she feels like home. they're definitely childhood friends or something, and when tendou gets bullied, she throws a stick at the bully's head and beats them up for him. they grow up, they're still best friends. slowly but surely ro realizes she loves him. she's scared so she avoids him. until one day, he confronts her. and he tells her he loves her so he can't lose her. he begs her to tell him if he did something wrong, but she smiles and gives him a peck, saying she loves him too. it took some time(years) for them to tell each other they love one another, but that's okay. everything works out in the end.

#5. @lovemeian + iwaizumi hajime.

now, i know for a fact that lavi is the BIGGEST meian shugo simp. BUT. imagine how cute it would be to watch these two interact. it’s young puppy love for their whole lives. yes they have their lows but they know each other so well that they talk it out and solve it. idiots to lovers, sure, but god it’s amazing when they both find out the two of them love each other. just imagine both of them completely quiet and blushing as they glance at each other every two seconds then laugh a couple minutes later. then they ask each other out for coffee at the same time and laugh some more. it’s tooth-rottingly sweet and it makes me want to believe in true love and soulmates. they’re the type to grow old together and joke about the stupid teenagers they were who couldn’t understand they loved each other and it makes me wanna cry as if it’s a rom-com movie that i’m watching at 3 am with strawberry icecream.

#6. @rindough + fushiguro megumi.

pb and gumi are so sweet together it’s scary. teenage idiots in love, understand each other in a way no one else can, always there for one another, it’s just warm fuzzy happiness. it’s adorable the way they know each other like the back of their hands. definitely a soulmates au, but it’s not like the red string one or where names appear on their wrists. no, it’s where two people are made for one another and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

#7. @tsukkiangel + miya atsumu.

now i know eris is basically in love with tsukishima but listen. piss hair and miss nurse are gonna be perfect together. she makes up for his stupidity and he makes up for her denseness. he’s more carefree, but she’s more centered. if atsumu is the tornado, then eris is the eye. she’s calm, composed, and atsumu is the total opposite. this is the perfect case of opposites attract(even though most of the times it sucks, but with these two? it’s amazing. you can’t even argue here). they have small bickerings all the time. they probably get called an old married couple by someone random every other day. think of something like school “acquaintances” but they meet each other in college and become friends and then lovers. always liked one another since high school, and now they’re acting on it <3

#8. @aurelius-divus + gojo satoru.

i honestly don’t think anyone else can put gojo satoru in place other than aurelius. they’re the perfect person to just... tease the shit out of him and get away with it. and he will blush. guaranteed. he’s gonna be so flustered when aurelius is done with him. they’re incredible, headstrong, and even though gojo is a bit childish sometimes(aurelius is too, they’re just less childish than satoru and more of the h word) but aurelius will keep him grounded. they’re both bringing almost equal amounts to the table here. everything is balanced, and i’m pretty sure you can’t find a more serious yet fun relationship anywhere else.

i apologize if you’re a moot and i haven’t mentioned you in here :( but this is it for now !!

#shipping my moots!!#this was a lot of fun #???#idk i should become a matchmaker i feel like i did a good job.

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haikwritings · 4 years

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hi sorry about your asks OMG🥺 i requested it (Kuroo, Bokuto, Asahi and Atsumu) reacting to their crush/ soulmate (you choose babe) self defense?

Note: Hi girlie! Thanks for the request! 🥺❤️

Haikyuu Boys reacting to self-defense

Tetsurō Kuroo

“Self-defense classes?” Kuroo asked.

“Yeah, I have been taking them.” Y/n answered sweetly.

Y/n had been taking self-defense classes for while, she just wanted to be prepared in case of any unexpected situation.

“Oof, I could have taught you.” Kuroo said smirkingly.

“You?” Y/n asked confused.

“Hell yeah. I know how to fight.” Kuroo said, trying to flatter himself.

“You never told me?” Y/n answered surprised.

She never knew her boyfriend knew how to fight.

“Just a little something I know, pfft.” Kuroo answered confidently.

In fact, he didn’t even know how to fight.

“Well, teach me something now.” Y/n pleaded.

She was excited,

Being taught how to fight by her famous boyfriend?

Man, that’s like winning bingo.

“I- N- Now?” Kuroo asked nervously.

“Yes, babe.” Y/n answered excitedly.

He didn’t expect teaching her in that moment—

For God’s sake—

He didn’t even had the skills to do it.

‘This should be easy.’ Kuroo thought.

“Well, sorry if I’m a little rough with ya’” Kuroo said smirkingly.

Y/n looked at him and smiled happily.

“Let’s get a little easy on you.” Kuroo said as he throwed a little fist when unexpectedly—

‘What the—’ Kuroo thought.

She took his fist tightly, twisting his hand rapidly.

“AHH—” Kuroo squeal as he fell on the floor.

“B-Babe are you okay?!” Y/n asked worried as she kneel on the floor beside him.

“Y-You c-can do that?” Kuroo asked surprised and perplexed.

“Y-Yeah?” Y/n answered worried, worried that she may have hurt him.

“Y-You’re like a ninja turtle.” Kuroo muttered.

“W-What?” Y/n asked concerned as she checked him to see if there were any injuries.

“I- I love ninja turtles.” Kuroo muttered softly.

“I- I—” Y/n stutter confused.

Maybe she will teach him to fight like a ninja turtle,

Who knows?

Kōtarō Bokuto

“You’re girlfriend knows self-defense?” Akaashi asked confused.

“Yes! She’s so cool!” Bokuto answered excitedly.

But for some reason Akaashi didn't believe it, he thought it was just that his best friend was exaggerating since he saw his girlfriend as a Greek Goddess.

“You’re just exaggerating.” Akaashi said.

“W-What? I’m not.” Bokuto answered sincerely.

“You idolize your girlfriend too much.” Akaashi said annoyed.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend, Keiji.” Konoha teased.

“Shut up.” Akaashi answered annoyed.

He was curious, could it be true or could it just be exaggeration?

“BABE!” Bokuto screamed excitedly as he watch his girlfriend entered the gym.

“Bo, baby.” Y/n muttered sweetly.

Making Akaashi almost gagged for the PDA the two of them were showing.

“Get a room, idiots.” Akaashi muttered.

“Baby, Akaashi doesn’t believe you know self-defense.” Bokuto said, making Akaashi flinch at the sudden comment.

“Really?” Y/n asked confused.

“Can you show him please? Please show him!!!” Bokuto pleaded happily.

But how could she say no to that cute face?

“Anything for you, babe.” Y/n answered sweetly.

Akaashi felt prepared, she was small compared to him—

“Ready, nugget?” Akaashi asked sarcastically as he put himself in position.

‘D-Did he just called me nugget?’ Y/n thought.

He felt prepared—

“I won’t go easy on y—” Akaashi was saying until he felt a solid kick on one of his thighs.

He was no longer prepared.

“Ah-” Akaashi squeal as he felt another solid kick on his other thigh, making him fall on his kneels immediately.

“I won’t go easy on you.” Y/n muttered jokingly as she gave him another kick— making him fall completely on the floor.

‘W-What the fuck.’ Akaashi thought.

“BABE! THAT WAS SO COOL.” Bokuto screamed happily, jumping from excitement.

“Thanks babe.” Y/n answered sweetly.

“T-That was awesome.” Konoha whispered to himself.

“S-She destroyed, Akaashi.” Haruki whispered.

“Y-You did it so beautifully, so angelic.” Bokuto preached her.

He was happy, happy that his girlfriend got to show Akaashi her special talent.

How cool is that?

Like don’t forget he’s on the floor, Bo.

“M-Maybe she’s a Goddess after all...” Akaashi whispered softly, trying to regain his composure.

Asahi Azumane

“T-They’re bothering your girlfriend.” Daichi said.

“I know, but she can take care of them.” Asahi said as he looked at the scene.

Three boys were surrounding and bothering his girlfriend

“Can you let me in?” Y/n asked politely.

“I don’t know, can you?” One of the boys asked.

She was confused, why were this unknown boys bothering her?

“I’m asking politely, can you just let me in? I’m kinda late.” Y/n asked politely again.

The boy looked at her and smirked.

“Don’t you wanna have fun with us instead?” One of the boys asked flirtatiously.

She just couldn’t believe their horrible manners.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, just let me in.” Y/n said again politely.

The three boys were playing with her patience.

“Just a little fun, babe?” One of the boys said while grabbing her arm.

Oh, no.

They didn’t know what was coming for them—

“First of all.” Y/n said as she took her leg and kick him on the stomach— making him fall on the floor.

“Fuck.” The boy said painfully as he fell on the floor.

“I’m not your babe.” Y/n answered as she looked at the other boy.

“What’s your prob—” The other boy was saying but was interrupted when he felt a sudden solid kick on his groin.

“And second, treat me with respect.” Y/n said smiling as she heard him squeal painfully.

“I- I —” The boy stutter.

Which left her seeing the last boy.

“And lastly, don’t ever mess with me again.” Y/n said as she smiled at him.

The three boys kept looking at her very scaredy and perplexed.

‘H-How?’ The three of them thought.

“Just leave before I get to teach you too.” Y/n warned the last boy, making him run with the other two boys.

She was happy to give them a lesson, she didn't regret it at all.

“I—” Daichi stutter suprisedly.

“T-That—s-she did that?” Sugawara asked perplexed.

“Yes, my baby did that.” Asahi answered very sweetly.

He was so proud of her.

She can kick butts? That’s awesome 🥺.

“W-Wow.” Both of them said.

She was his queen after all.

Atsumu Miya

“What?” Atsumu asked confused.

“Yeah babe, I can kick your butt.” Y/n said sweetly.

With that sweet tone, how could he believed her?

“You’re so cute, aren’t you?” Atsumu asked sweetly.

“What? Babe... you don’t believe me?” Y/n asked, showing her puppy eyes.

“Babe, you can’t kick my butt.” Atsumu said.

“Y-Yes I can.” Y/n said sweetly making his teammates laugh.

“What’s that Atsumu? Scared of your girlfriend?” Osamu teased.

Atsumu looked at them and shake his head annoyed.

“I- I don’t want to hurt her. My strength is brute.” Atsumu tried explaining.

“Sounds like a pussy to me.” Osamu teased, making his twin brother annoyed.

“Come on, teach us, little bean.” Aone said sweetly.

Y/n looked at her boyfriend and smiled.

“Ready babe?” Y/n asked sweetly.

“Don’t say I didn’t warned you.” Atsumu answered sweetly.

And that’s when suddenly her eyes changed, making him flinched.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Y/n answered teasingly.

Making him gulped, nervous— not prepared at all.

‘What—’ Atsumu thought.

“Sorry babe.” Y/n said flirtatiously, kicking strongly both of his legs.

“Ow.” Atsumu painfully said.

Suddenly feeling her leg on his head, pushing him to the floor.

“Wow.” Atsumu muttered surprised.

‘S-She can do that.’ Atsumu thought.

“A-Are you okay?” Y/n asked worried; worried that she may have hurt her boyfriend.

“Y-You’re so hot.” Atsumu whispered.

“I- Um, what?” Y/n asked confused.

Atsumu looked at her and smiled.

“That was so hot.” Atsumu answered flirtatiously.

He was really surprised about his girlfriend skills.

He couldn’t believe his baby girl could do that.

“Lmao, what a wack ass.” Osamu yelled, making Atsumu smirked.

He couldn’t believe his girlfriend had beat his ass.

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