#fiys x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

drama--universe · 1 year

Text

Late Night Confession

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I just watched FIYS and can you do an imagine about K? Uhmm, maybe an AU where Tong Yao* has a sister who also games with the alias “Heartbreaker” and K unknowingly plays with her while Tong Yao smiles to herself when she saw K lost against her sister and made her sister visit at the dorm during University breaks and both K and Tong Yao’s sister slowly start to fall for each other?

Pairing: K x fem!reader

Word Count: 3496 words

A/N Sorry for the long wait on this one, I was a bit busy... Hope you enjoy this one, it is a bit longer than normal.

Btw, after this I'm taking a break again, because I got exams coming up. after that I'm back for requests :)

The game was boring, something that was clear to most fans as they watched K's live. He was sighing loudly, his fingers lazily tapping the keyboard as he moved his mouse while also rolling his eyes every five seconds. The people he played with and against were no good, their messy playstyle just gave K a headache and it was clear that even his fans were annoyed. So he left the game halfway, searching for any other game room that were still open. When he finally found one, most of the players being high-level like him, he clicked on the icon before waiting as it started. When the count down started, he quickly went over the other team's players and one player immediatley caught his eye.

First it was their name, the name 'Heartbreaker' didn't seem like a normal name in between the other names, but then he noticed the level they were on. He had yet to see someone on the normal server with a rank higher than his, except for other professional gamers of course, but apparently 'Heartbreaker' had.

Mumbling something to himself, he was unaware as Tong Yao rolled into the camera's view and watched the screen before snorting and rolling away again. K looked to her, frowning before rolling his eyes and continuing to stare at his screen. He kept playing, his teammates long forgotten as he killed his opponents. It wasn't long until he saw the name 'Heartbreaker' flash across the screen.

Before he could even move his fingers to attack, he watched as the 'You Died' screen took over instead and he let his hand drop on the keyboard with slightly wide eyes. Not saying anything, he waited until he respawned again before searching for 'Heartbreaker' again and trying again, only to die again seconds later. Clenching his teeth, he waited again before retrying once more. He smashed the keys and mouse, hoping to himself that he'd beat them. One hit, then a second and then he died again. Not getting a third respawn, his screen just showed his team playing and losing as he sighed loudly.

It was clear to anyone how annoyed he was, his fans were quick to point it out in the comments and trying to reassure the gamer that 'Heartbreaker' must be using some kind of hack. He knew this to not be true, the game had been programmed to ban everyone once a kind of program was spotted on the computer, even when it wasn't in use. Unfair, but it worked.

"Got beat?" Tong Yao asked as she rolled closer again, appearing in the camera's view with a broad smile and K turned his head to look at her, clearly getting more annoyed at the girl's teasing.

"Stop acting like you'd know I'd lose." "I did, though." Tong Yao teased, pushing her chair back so she'd get out of view, eyes returning to her phone as it dinged. She started to type to reply to the message., unaware of the lingering stare. When she finally noticed that K was still staring at her, she paused and pointed at his screen.

"I know Heartbreaker, she's a natural talent when it comes to games." She pointed out and K sighed, rolling his eyes before turning to his computer again. He quickly ended his livestream, sure that he'd get scolded by Xiao Rui afterwards because of the short and blunt goodbye, and searched out 'Heartbreaker' in the ID search bar. When he found her, he clicked the 'send friend request' and waited for a conformation. Not even seconds later, he got a request back which he accepted quickly before he watched as a message popped onto his screen.

'Sorry for beating you!'

He sighed and he could hear Tong Yao snort again, giving her another glare before staring at the screen. He then typed in his own message, replying with a 'You play really good' before sending it, receiving a reply seconds later.

'Wish I could say the same :)'

He couldn't help but chuckle at the reply before he send another. The messages kept going for a few minutes before 'Heartbreaker' logged off.

You logged off because of school, a bit sad when you couldn't talk to your new friend anymore. It was quite fun to hear how he reacted to your messages from Tong Yao, you couldn't help but smile as she sent you pictures of a flustered K. You quickly texted Tong Yao to just give your number to K before you put your phone away and getting ready for school.

So Tong Yao did, pulling K's phone from his desk and adding your number under the name 'Heartbreaker' before handing it back to K with a smile. He glanced at the phone in confusion before clicking on your icon, texting you before pocketing his phone and getting up to go out.

You had already left your house, ready to go to school and dressed into the warmest clothes you had with a large shawl thrown around your neck that hid most of your face. You didn't feel like getting cold.

After a couple of minutes, you entered your classroom and sat near your friends before getting your phone again. You quickly checked K's text before sending him a quick selfie, half of your face still covered by your scarf before putting your phone down and focusing on your lesson.

K checked immediatley once he got the notification and smiled as he saw you, smiling as he finally somewhat saw what you looked like. He just sent a text saying 'You're pretty' before going back to shopping and waiting for your response, a bit disappointed when it had been an hour already and you hadn't even seen it.

Something which was obvious to Tong Yao when she saw the man enter the dorms, face glum as he put his stuff away before he sat behind his computer. When she saw this, she also was quick to send you a picture. When you saw it, you couldn't help but smile before you quickly changed to text K and your face flushed as you saw his text. Not wanting to seem flustered, you decided on a 'You're quite good looking yourself' before you put your phone away again.

An hour later, you received a text from Tong Yao, asking you to come by next week and you agreed while also still gaming. Somehow, K had seen you were online again and immediately send you a game request, but this time to play with you and not against. He stayed near you must of the game, watching you while also killing anyone who came near you while you tried to destroy the base.

While all this happens, he was also listening to your ranting through your call. He hummed in agreement every now and then, just to let you know that he was still listening to your story. It took about an hour of you to finish your rant and once you noticed that, you started apologizing immediatley, feeling guilty that you kept him for so long. He just shrugged it off, telling you that he didn't mind listening to you and you felt your face heat up slowly.

"Shut up... Anyway, how was the rest of your day?" "Not much happened, I just went to the grocery store to get some stuff. Beside that, not much..." He answered before logging out of the game and you could hear him talking to someone else.

"I'll talk to you some other time, bye." He didn't even let you reply as he hung up and you pouted to yourself before shrugging and closing the game as well.

A week later, you still hadn't heard from K again and he also hadn't been online for awhile. You didn't mind too much, after all you were visiting today and he was probably also a busy person. Nonetheless, today was the day you'd visit, so you dressed warm before you exited your house. You wished was it was bit warmer, but winter was never that kind and thus you were bundled up in 3 layers of clothes and a thick scarf to make sure that your face remained warm as well. You made your way through the streets until you finally reached your destination, Tong Yao already waiting at the gate in her own winter coat. When she spotted you, she only smiled brightly before sprinting at you, engulfing you into a tight hug.

"I missed you!" She whined loudly as she pulled back, inspecting you from head to toe.

"You got thin." "That's what college does, young sister." You commented at your small sister, who only gave you a pout before pulling you inside of her dorms. Even though you were only a year older than her, she acted more like your older sister.

Inside, everyone was sat at their computers and you could Lu Yue shouting loudly at his older brother about something. You hung up your coat and scarf before following your sister inside, immediatley drawing everyone's attention as the room grew silent.

"Ignore them." Tong Yao said as she continued to guide you to the kitchen area, forcing you to sit down before getting some food and dropping it in front of you. You rolled your eyes, but ate the food anyway. No way you'd deny free food.

As you ate, you turned around to watch what the others were doing only to be greeted with the stares of everyone. You gave a wave, swallowing your food before speaking up.

"I'm Tong Yao's sister, pleasure to meet you all." You commented and they all nodded before returning to their games. All except for K, who just looked at you in confusion. You just gave him a wink before turning around when Tong Yao called your name.

"I haven't told him yet." "I figured..." You said with a smile, taking a sip of the drink that you had received before turning around again. You took your phone out of your pocket and started a call to K, waiting for him to pick up. You saw his eyes flash to his phone before he quickly picked up, turning in his chair as he got up. He seemed confused when you didn't say anything and asked if you were alright.

"Left." You answered and he frowned, turning left before he noticed you again. You waved your phone with a smile, showing his name ID on your phone. He lowered his phone slowly, staring at you before checking his phone again. You couldn't help but snort, getting up from your chair and turning your head to Tong Yao for a second.

"I'll be back in a second." You said before walking past K, grabbing his collar as you passed him and dragged him outside. Once you stood outside, you quickly closed the door behind you before turning to face him.

"Didn't expect that, did ya?" You asked and he raised an eyebrow at you before sighing.

"So, you're Heartbreaker..." You nodded. "And you're also Tong Yao's sister?" You nodded again before sitting down on one of the chairs and looking at him again.

"You not going to say anything?" "You're prettier in person." He answered and your eyes widened at the sudden compliment, chuckling softly.

"Thanks... Likewise." You commented and he frowned at your comment, so you quickly explained that Tong Yao was kind enough to sent you pictures of him while he texted you.

"She what?" He asked and you laughed again before pulling up to pictures that she had sent you, showing them to K with a smile and enjoying the

"Just a second." He said before storming inside and you flinched when you suddenly heard a loud scream from inside that sounded like your sister before K walked back outside with a calm look.

"Did you just kill my sister?" "She's fine." He answered and you frowned, looking inside to see Tong Yao on the ground in shock. She looked fine...ish?

"The pictures weren't that bad." You commented and he rolled his eyes.

"If you wanted pictures so bad, you could've asked." He commented as he sat down and you gave him a smile.

"I'll remember that then." You said before getting up.

"How about getting some drinks?" You then asked and he agreed quickly, following you out. All the way to the café and back, both of you just talked about your interests and you only discovered more similar interests.

Once you arrived back in the dorms, you gave everyone their drinks while still talking to K. He didn't move back to his computer and instead sat on the couch with you, sipping on his own drink as he continued to listen to your ranting. You didn't even notice that you were ranting, but once you started going about something you were passionate about there was no stopping you. Yet he just listened to you, eyes full of adoration. This was something that was quickly noticed by Tong Yao as she watched the two of you with a broad grin, seeing the adoration in his eyes for you.

So of course, she had to embarrass him.

"Hey K?!" She exclaimed and he turned his head, clearly giving her a dead stare as your ranting stopped. Tong Yao only beckoned him over and he got up, even more annoyed now as he stood next to her. She beckoned him to lean down to her height and he leaned forward until she could whisper in his ear.

"Stop looking at my sister like she's the love of your life." She whispered before watching K turn red from embarrassment while also keeping an eye on you. You hadn't heard anything, just waiting patiently on the couch as you typed on your phone.

"Instead of acting like she's the love of your live, make her the love of your life." She then said before pushing him away and he could only walk back to the confusion, sitting back down next to you.

"What she say?" You asked and he shrugged before asking you to continue your story. You smiled slightly before going back into your rant and K went back to listening while staring at you again. This time, however, it didn't go unnoticed to you. You noticed the stare and couldn't help but feel your face heat up as you kept talking, trying to finish the story without stuttering. Once finished, you looked at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" You then asked and he scoffed, his face heating up once more as he turned away from you.

"We should go get some food." Tong Yao then commented and everyone quickly agreed, all of them quickly getting ready to go out while you and K stayed downstairs.

"So why were you staring? Am I that beautiful?" You teased, faking your confidence a bit as you made the comment, and he just gave you an annoyed look.

"Am I?" You teased again and he sighed. "Yes." He then answered and you were a bit taken aback by his sudden answer. He just rolled his eyes at you and got up from the couch as everyone gathered at the front door. You all went to a restaurant with classical Chinese food, on request of Lao Mao and Lu Yue, and of course, you were sat next to K again. Tong Yao had somehow gotten the others to join in her teasing, all of them making comments about how you looked together. Every time someone did, both you and K looked at them with a deadly glare and it only made everyone laugh again at how synced you two were.

You could only groan in response.

The rest of the dinner was quiet, but you only felt anxious with all eyes on you. So you were glad when it was over, walking at the back of the pack as you searched for an hour that your bus would come. K was next to you, watching over your shoulder before pointing at your bus icon.

"Tomorrow at 6... Nice." You mumbled before quickly walking to Tong Yao and asking if you could stay the night, to which she responded with a sure.

It was 4 or 5 in the morning when you woke up, your head aching and you suddenly remembered that drinking alcohol always gave you huge headaches, and you had drank 3 or 4 glasses last night. Rolling out of the bed, you unwrapped Tong Yao from your waist before slowly waddling downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stopped when you saw someone else, not being able to tell who it was. You just trudged to the freezer and pulled open the door, grabbing a bottle of water before glancing at the person again.

It was K, now visible because of the fridge lightning, and he also held a water bottle in his hand while trying to keep the light out of his eyes. You closed the door again before hopping on the counter.

"Why you up?" You asked and he sighed, nodding before sipping from his drink.

"You?" "Headache... I apparently drank a bit too much." You commented and he snorted, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at you. You just rolled your eyes at him, drinking from your own bottle before looking back to him.

"I didn't get to say this earlier, but sorry for Tong Yao earlier." You said and he looked up before shrugging at the comment. You fidgeted with your fingers, sighing softly before looking at him again as he spoke up.

"I don't mind it that much. They tease me about that a lot." He said and you frowned at that, leaning forward as you put the bottle of water down.

"They tease you a lot about... liking me?" You asked cautiously and you could see the wheels in his head turning before he realized that he basically exposed himself. Even though you didn't see much, you could see his face turning red as he looked annoyed at himself.

"So I'm right? You like me?" You asked as you leaned back again, leaning against the side of the fridge as you waited for an answer. He only rolled his eyes, walking to the fridge and pulling it open to put his bottle of water back. Once he closed it and attempted to walk off, you only pulled the back of his shirt until he stood in front of you. He gave you a look of annoyance, which quickly melted away as you kissed his cheek softly.

"This is going to be really awkward if I read that wrong..." You mumbled as you pulled back, but he didn't let you continue as he kissed you again. He moved to stand in between your legs as his hand moved to your neck while pulling you closer, his other hand resting beside your leg. Once he pulled back, you felt like you had lost your breath and he only smirked at you.

"Shut up, I didn't expect it. That's all." You said and he leaned forward again, only for you to lean back.

"What are you doing...?" You asked as your head bummed against the cabinet, his nose still touching yours and he only gave you a smile.

"Can I not kiss you again?" He asked and you pushed him away, pouting at him.

"So... What are we then?" "I'll be your boyfriend, no?" He asked and you smiled, nodding happily before freezing when the lights went on. On the stairs stood Tong Yao and Lu Yue, both lights sleepers and probably woke up from the loud chattering between you and K. The looks on their faces were quite funny to see, but seeing how you were sitting with K standing in between your legs must have looked weird to them.

However, K did not move away and instead just leaned his head on on your shoulder with a frustrated groan. You just chuckled, weaving your fingers through his hair before turning to the two on the stairs.

"Morning..." You said and Lu Yue was the first to rush off, probably off to get his phone while Tong Yao just stared at you before just shaking her head and walking back to her room.

"I think we just ruined her morning..." "I don't care." He replied, head still placed on your shoulder before slowly raising it to look at you.

"Shouldn't you get ready?" He asked and you turned your head to look at the clock that hung off the wall, seeing that you had 30 minutes before your bus would arrive. You hopped off the counter, kissing him once more before walking upstairs to get dressed. You passed Lu Yue, who seemed a bit disappointed as he saw you next to him instead of downstairs.

Once you were dressed, you went downstairs again, seeing that everyone else had miraculously woken up and sitting downstairs. You greeted K once more with a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye to everyone, then rushing off to catch your bus. Tong Yao turned in her chair, kicking K's chair to catch his attention.

"Do not ever do that again in the dorms."

#falling into your smile #falling into your smile k #fiys #fiys k #falling into your smile x reader #falling into your smile k x reader #fiys x reader #fiys k x reader #k #k x reader #x reader #reader insert #requested #zgdx

201 notes · View notes

gimmethatagustd · 8 months

Text

falling into you (1) | kth + myg

Sometimes Taehyung thinks he loves his roommate so much it makes him sick.

↳ pairing: superhero!taehyung x superhero!yoongi

↳ wc/date: 2.6k | September 2023

↳ warnings: pining lol, tae is so soft and cute

↳ notes: i hope you all enjoy this lil world i've created 🦸🏽‍♂️ i'm only going to tag everyone in the masterlist, and then in future chapters (chapter 5-6) cuz i don't wanna flood everyone's notifs

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? the series playlist

The world has four types of people: superheroes, sidekicks, villains, and everyone else. Everyone has their place in society, and all four types of people are necessary for the world to function properly. There must always be good to balance out evil, a commoner for the villains to terrorize and the heroes to save.

Everyone has their rightful place, and no one place is better.

Taehyung knows this.

Still, he wants to be the best. And to accomplish that, he has to be a hero.

From the moment Taehyung was born, he was destined to be a sidekick. The seed was planted into his brain early on - pun intended. He has stupid superpowers, or so he’s been told. What kind of superhero saves people by conjuring flowers and befriending shrubbery? Why would anyone in trouble shout for a wiry boy with grass-stained knees and daisy chains braided into his golden hair when someone with superstrength or laser eyes could save them instead?

Never mind the fact that Taehyung can poison others with a simple touch. No one finds that impressive until they’re covered in painful welts and itching up a storm like they’ve been tossed into a patch of poison ivy.

For that reason, villainy always seemed appealing. This was particularly true during high school meetings where a teenaged Taehyung picked dirt from underneath his nails while his parents argued with his teacher about placing him on the hero curriculum track instead of the sidekick track.

“Your son just isn’t the type,” one teacher insisted.

It was Mrs. Gwan, with her thick-framed glasses and cardigan that was more cat hair than wool. Her coffee breath was rancid enough to incapacitate the strongest of hero trainees.

Well, jokes on them. Taehyung is on the path to becoming valedictorian of his graduating class at Seoul National University. By the end of the academic year, he’ll stand in front of hundreds of other supers in the purple graduation robes of hero trainees to give his speech, and it will be a giant fuck you to all the Mrs. Gwans in his life who thought his abilities were cute but not up to superhero standards.

Taehyung put in the hard work, and by god, he’ll fucking reap the benefits - pun intended.

It’s a Friday evening when Taehyung finds out his hard work might be in vain.

He sits at the kitchen table in Namjoon and Jungkook’s dorm, a steaming bowl of instant ramen in front of him that Jungkook keeps slipping spoonfuls of gochujang into.

“Jungkook-ah, that’s enough,” Namjoon insists as he rounds the corner. It’s a wonder he manages to carry two additional bowls of ramen to the table without spilling them.

“Hyung.” Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows and presses his tongue against his lip piercing in what he probably hopes is a menacing way. “It’s gonna taste boring if I don’t add anything to it!”

“Taehyung doesn’t like spicy food.”

“It’s gochujang, hyung, seriously.”

“It has spice.”

“It’s not like I’m dumping a bottle of hot sauce in it!”

“The broth is turning red!”

Taehyung slurps a few noodles, keenly aware of his friends watching him expectantly. He hums as he chews, which is enough to ease Namjoon’s worries.

“See. He’s fine.” Jungkook is smug when he snatches his bowl of ramen from Namjoon and gets settled into the chair next to Taehyung. “I knew you’d be fine,” he whispers out of the corner of his mouth.

Taehyung would never admit it, but he loves when his friends dote on him like this. It makes him feel all gooey inside, like a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven.

“Midterm evals are up!” Namjoon suddenly announces, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and bringing his phone closer to his face.

To those who don’t know Namjoon, he likely looks like a total tool wearing sunglasses indoors. It’s for everyone’s safety, though. Namjoon hasn’t been feeling well, and Taehyung appreciates the superhero-proof sunglasses preventing him from accidentally getting zapped by his best friend’s laser eyes every time the guy sneezes.

It has happened more than once in the four years they’ve known each other, and it is not fun. Taehyung’s got scars to prove it.

“You guys are such nerds,” Jungkook teases around a mouthful of ramen.

“Sorry we’re not all super-geniuses like you. We actually have to put in effort,” Taehyung teases back.

“Hey!” Jungkook acts like he’s about to stab Taehyung with his chopsticks. “I put in effort!”

With a noncommittal shrug, Taehyung turns his attention to his phone. It’s no surprise that Jungkook doesn’t bother checking his midterm evaluation. The younger hero trainee is a junior with plenty of time to get his grades up before graduation. Not that Jungkook needs to worry. He genuinely is a genius; superintelligence is one of his many abilities.

Taehyung, on the other hand, doesn’t have any abilities that automatically make him a strong student. He has gotten through his education through hard work, with no special advantages.

Not that he judges Jungkook or anything. No one can help what their abilities are. It’s all up to family genes and destiny. Or maybe a freak accident, but despite what superhero movies make it seem like, it’s rare that supers become what they are by accident.

Hunching over where his phone is placed on the table beside his bowl of ramen, Taehyung uses his middle finger to scroll through the report uploaded to his academic portal.

Birth Name: Kim Taehyung Super Name: TBA Place Of Origin: Bisan-dong, Daegu, South Korea Status: Trainee (Seoul National University’s School for Superhuman Abilities) Abilities: Chlorokinesis, Plant Empathy, Toxikinesis, Toxic Immunity

Combat: 100 Durability: 100 Intelligence: 100 Power: 90 Speed: 100 Strength: 100

Whatever Namjoon and Jungkook are talking about fizzles out until it’s merely the fuzzy static of background noise. Taehyung can only focus on the glaring mistake in his midterm performance evaluation.

Power: 90

Taehyung scoffs, rereading his stats a second, third, and fourth time. Ninety? Ninety? Never in Taehyung’s life has he ever earned anything other than a perfect score at SNU. Never.

It has to be a mistake.

Taehyung’s hands tremble as he scrolls through the rest of the report. He grazes over the stats one last time before skipping down to the second page of the document. Quantitative evaluations don’t provide a complete picture; numbers can mean anything and nothing at all. Taehyung needs to know why his professor docked him ten points for something ridiculous.

… points deducted due to a failure to exhibit total control of kinetic abilities… Kim demonstrated an inability to focus on his direct target… proved unusual based on previous evaluations… Effective empathic skills were not impacted… Additional training in recall is recommended…

“Taehyung-ah?”

“Hmm?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows to acknowledge Namjoon’s call, but his eyes remain glued to his phone, skimming the qualitative feedback.

Unreliable recall? A lack of control? It isn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. He’d been distracted. During the four-hour-long evaluation, a particular senior had hovered in Taehyung’s peripheral vision.

Min Yoongi served as one of the infirmary student interns due to his powers of biokinesis, advanced healing, and life-force manipulation - a medley of abilities so powerful it’s a bit scary. Not that that’s unusual; a bunch of young adults in their early twenties running around with life-altering superpowers, nearly uninhibited, is pretty terrifying when one thinks about it.

Yoongi holds the power of life and death in the palm of his hand, but from personal experience, Taehyung knows that the fellow superhero trainee is nothing but kind. He moves through the world gently, as though he’s hyper-aware of his ability to end life with the press of a fingertip against the skin, and thus makes every movement with intentionality and care. It’s admirable; Taehyung knows. He, too, has the power to destroy life just as much as he can nurture it.

But what does any of that have to do with Taehyung’s evaluation? As an infirmary student intern, Yoongi must sit in on combat evaluations in case his healing powers are needed.

Taehyung grimaces at the memory, fighting it back into the darkest corner of his brain in hopes of smothering it. He doesn’t want to admit why he couldn’t stop looking over at where Yoongi sat during his evaluation.

While being observed by a team of instructors, Taehyung was supposed to concentrate on hitting moving targets with poison drawn from the toxins that run through his superhuman veins. It was one of many tests.

Whenever a target approached Taehyung, it seemed that Yoongi would do something distracting.

The first time, a light cough knocked Taehyung off his game. He’d looked out the corner of his eye to see the blue-haired man sitting with his legs crossed in the grass. Yoongi bit his lip as he scrolled through his phone, and the target smacked Taehyung square in the face before he had the chance to analyze the weird flip his stomach did when he zeroed in on the pink of Yoongi’s bottom lip.

The second time was much worse.

Another sensation grew in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, but it wasn’t nerves or… whatever it had been before. No, it was bile bubbling up in his belly that he was, unfortunately, rather familiar with.

It was the feeling Taehyung got when he sensed life draining from a nearby plant.

“Wait–”

That time, one of the targets punched Taehyung in the gut. The impact knocked the wind out of him and threw him to the ground. A sharp pain shot from his tailbone up the length of his spine.

Taehyung had rolled onto his stomach and pressed his palms into the ground in an attempt to push himself up. Gasping, he’d turned to see Yoongi twirling, between long fingers, a yellow dandelion he’d plucked from the grass. The poor thing drooped forward, top-heavy once it didn’t have the strength of the earth secured around its roots.

It was then that Yoongi’s eyes locked with Taehyung’s from across the field. The corner of his mouth drew upward in a slight smirk.

And that was when Taehyung’s arms gave out.

“It’s only ten points, hyung. That’s barely anything. Not even a full letter grade of a difference.”

Jungkook’s gentle reassurance draws Taehyung out of his troubled thoughts. He’s peering over Taehyung’s shoulder to read his evaluation.

Namjoon looks up from his phone with a confused expression. “What?”

“Hyung is mad they gave him a ninety on his Powers eval.” His younger friend’s shoulders lift to his ears in a shrug far too casual for Taehyung’s liking

“Ten points is enough to set me back at least fifteen people in my class ranking, Jungkook! At least!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Why does your class rank even matter? It’s not gonna have an impact on your superhero certification. They’ll still let you work for the CIA or whatever stupid Avengers initiative the government’s got going.”

“Government special ops typically only employ heroes and sidekicks at the top of their class,” Namjoon points out rather unhelpfully.

“So being fifteenth in line is somehow not the top of his class?” Jungkook glares at no one in particular as he slurps his ramen.

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon sighs. “Taehyung has worked very hard to get to where he is.”

“Maybe you could ask someone to train with you?” Jungkook offers because his superhuman brain won’t rest until he solves all the world’s problems. “What about Yoongi hyung? The healing component of his biokinesis can cancel out your toxikinesis, right?”

Taehyung nervously chews on an odd hangnail. The anxiety he wears is unbecoming of him, but he can’t possibly give a shit about appearances right now. It isn’t just that Yoongi fucked up Taehyung’s midterm evaluation. It’s much more and much worse than just that.

Yoongi is Taehyung’s roommate.

And now, Taehyung must return to their shared apartment-style dormitory and pretend like he isn’t sick with shame and embarrassment.

Namjoon perks up at Jungkook’s recommendation. “That’s a great idea!”

It’s a terrible idea.

“Yoongi hyung would definitely help.”

Neither friend notices how pink in the face Taehyung is becoming.

“Wait…” Jungkook’s smile falters, and Taehyung wonders if perhaps his younger friend will have mercy on him. “Are you and hyung in a fight or something? You’re always here. I just talked to him last week about how we never all hang out together anymore.”

“That’s so true,” Namjoon joins in with a frown that matches Jungkook’s.

Something jolts inside Taehyung’s chest. It’s an electric spike substantial enough that he feels it zip through his veins. Looking down, he notices goosebumps pebble the skin on his forearms, and he shivers despite wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

There’s no way he’s having this conversation. Not here, in his only safe space aside from the university greenhouse. Not with Namjoon and Jungkook, though he should feel comfortable talking to his best friends about what’s going on with him. All of that would take courage, though, and Taehyung would rather take a punch to the face by the strongest trainee at SNU than talk about his feelings.

Scooting back his chair, Taehyung announces too loudly, “I need to water my plants!”

The force with which he stands knocks his chair backward. It clatters against the floor, and Taehyung scrambles to pick it up, his cheeks flaming and his gangly limbs suddenly feeling out of sync with his body.

Jungkook and Namjoon give each other a look that Taehyung chooses not to pay attention to.

Nausea makes Taehyung’s insides curdle as he slowly shrugs on his blue jean jacket. Autumn hasn’t entirely descended on Seoul yet, but Taehyung prefers bundling up when the weather is windy like it is today.

Although, there is something liberating about feeling warm air flutter through his fluffy hair, tossing his golden curls like a bird’s nest atop his head. It makes him feel weightless, as though somewhere deep inside, his body remembers what it was like for humans to be run by instincts and live freely rather than be confined to cities and jobs.

“Text me when you get home?” Namjoon touches Taehyung’s arm.

He nods, softly replying, “Of course, hyung.”

Taehyung does his best to ignore the downturn of his friend’s mouth. If he lingers on it too long, it will mix his nausea with the oppressive weight of feeling like a disappointment. It isn’t a feeling Taehyung is familiar with, which likely makes it even more stifling.

His feet drag against the pavement as he makes the short trek from Namjoon and Jungkook’s dorm to his own. His off-white hightop Converse, dirtied from attending one too many concerts with cigarettes and marijuana joints stuffed into their folds, kick small pebbles into the grass.

The blades of grass sing to Taehyung as he walks. Kicking the pebbles doesn't hurt the blades; Taehyung would never intentionally hurt any plant. He sings to them and has found that the smooth baritone of his voice does wonders to nurture plants’ development when they’re young. He supposes they’re just like human babies listening to Mozart to stimulate their brains.

Unfortunately, today, he isn’t in the mood to sing.

Flowers lean toward the young man when he passes by, brushing their leaves and petals against the his calves. Plant hugs are something special; Taehyung does his best to appreciate them, even in his sulking. He stretches his fingers out, using his power to blanket the grass and patches of flowers along the sidewalk with comforting pheromones. The plants release them back, and Taehyung breathes in their scent deeply, letting the calming qualities permeate his soul.

It doesn’t fix anything, but it feels good to be loved by nature around him.

series masterlist

do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work

#taegi #taehyung x yoongi #bts fanfic #bts x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #taehyung fanfic #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #fiy

34 notes · View notes

stilemawillow · 1 year

Text

The Austere Land of You [Eren | Eldian! Reader]

The first moment he laid eyes on you he knew, with such odd certainty, it scared him...

You walked into the hospital room with a familiar air of confidence he had seen before, across a vast ocean in the eyes of his treasured comrades as they charged into battle. That bravery was uncanny for a female of your stature and age, a mere teenager who knew not of true cruelty and the wicked ways of fate. When you arrived at his bedside, however, he caught a glimpse of the Eldian armband and corrected himself for the mistake. Your shoulders were tense and the impassive look of neutrality on your face reminded him of his Corporal as you stood at the foot of his bed, youthfulness shadowed by years of painful experience. Looking closer, he noted the lilac crescents etched deep into the skin beneath your eyes - harsh and cold - so unlike your gentle features it made him scowl. A nurse shouldn't have such eyes.

"The head nurse told me you have amnesia. Do you happen to remember your name?"

"Kruger."

"And how do you want me to address you?"

"... Eren."

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N). We're going to be seeing each other often during your stay."

Your smile was warm but it didn't reach your eyes. Eren nodded in understanding and you asked him if there was something he wanted. A few things came to mind but he was sure you wouldn't be able to acquire them for him. Freedom and justice were abstract concepts he had to procure for himself and others - not earn. You couldn't just fish them from the pocket of your apron, as much as it would've pleased him for that to have been possible. Though most patients were sleeping at this time and you were unoccupied, Eren denied craving anything particular, to which you left the hospital room, only to come back a minute later with a glass of water and another one of those empty smiles he would soon come to dislike. Eren uttered a word of gratitude but never took the water from your hold, forcing you to leave it on the small stool by his bed with a statement that you were going to be just outside and that he should call if he needed anything. He stopped you in your tracks with a question.

"Do you know any fairy tales?"

"One or two. But they're vague and end happily."

"It's what I was hoping for. Better than the morbid atmosphere here."

"A pensive person like you doesn't look like the type to enjoy fairy tales."

"And a weird nurse like you doesn't look like the type to know any, but here we are."

Your chuckle was sweet and quiet, like the faraway crash of the ocean waves or the flap of a bird's wings as it sang. Your short-lived smile failed to reach your eyes once more, proving your immunity to evanescent happiness and amusement. You took a seat on the stool after handing him the water, letting his teal hues observe the purple bruises your dress's long sleeves had failed to hide completely. They adorned your frail wrist's whole breadth, peeking up at him like a dirty secret from under a clean white cuff. Being an Eldian in these ends wasn't an ideal place in the hierarchy because it put you at the very bottom, a step beneath the Marleyan cattle and even their house pets. You were treated worse than dogs just because Marley thought you were devils. Eren had sworn he would change that, but would he get the chance to see your stoic countenance as you nursed his wounds after he succeeded or would he be too late?

"What about a loveless fairy tale?"

"You're a victim of one. It's called reality."

"And you have the audacity to call me pensive."

"I apologise. I've never been on good terms with love."

The following days you'd bring him his meals and engage him in conversations when he seemed in the mood. You endured a beating to bring him a fairy tale book and he took notice of it (the sickening bruises of attempted strangulation and the split lip the attackers gave you were hard to miss), questioning the weird selflessness of somebody who seemed so detached. Feigning idiocy, Eren asked you to read to him and for a week straight you sat on that small stool by his bed, reading with your low melodic voice and briefly pausing every time an empty smile graced your fatigued visage as a result of a commentary on his side. Eren caught you looking at him during those days, mostly when he'd been eyeing your bruises a bit too much. Insecurity wasn't present in your orbs and you never addressed the action, throwing not a single reprimand at his astute hues. The teal in them lacked visible sympathy.

"Could you please fix my pillow?"

"You know you're perfectly capable of doing that yourself, Mr. Kruger."

"Eren."

"Young master."

His chuckle was something you found extremely motivating, beautiful and pleasant to listen to - albeit hoarse and seldom existent. Over the course of this blossoming friendship of yours, you'd heard it no more than three times and each of them had been late into the night after he'd called you in for something stupid - his back was itchy, he'd had a nightmare or he just felt uncomfortable lying awake in a room where death hung from the ceiling like a dreaded reminder of what awaited some of its inhabitants. You'd come padding into the room, a glass of water in your grasp and a disapproving scowl twisting your features, but one look at the unkempt soldier and his apologetic hues would be more than enough to make the reproach prodding at the tip of your tongue slide to the back of your throat in shame.

Careful not to wake somebody, you leaned over and fixed his pillow prior to asking if it was better, to which you received a negative answer and an instruction to adjust the other side as well. You grumbled under your nose in mild dissatisfaction before doing as you were told, which was quite similar to the act of you caging the poor male to the bed. Stunned by the proximity you shared, your brain malfunctioned and forgot why you'd gotten into that position in the first place. The man under you seemed unfazed and it was then you noticed, in the pale moonlight coming from the window with his long hair away from his face for once, that Eren Kruger was very far from being a mister - in fact he was probably no more than three years older than you. His eyes twinkled in the face of your supposed composure - an act that came apart completely when the wounded soldier lifted a big hand to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

You snapped out of your daze and averted your gaze even though you silently longed to admire the colour scheme of his hues some more. Days if they would be given to you. The teal and the turquoise, and those little specks of emerald wandering the depths of his orbs. They could be golden in the sunlight, you speculated dreamily prior to asking if he was comfortable now. He seemed reluctant to voice an answer and when it came it was hardly related to your question at all, keeping you there, shamefully towering over him as the other patients spun in their restless slumber. Eren observed your visage - oddly feminine and vulnerable following the abrupt breach of your defences - with latent curiosity. At that moment he could call you beautiful but he chose not to. It would further add to the brush of colour across your cheeks and earn him one of your infamous glares. But that wasn't what he feared. Because the following night you might not answer when he called and he found that idea infuriatingly unpleasant.

"Nurse."

"Yes, Eren?"

"May I take you out after I leave the hospital?"

"Take me out?"

"To see the ocean."

It was the first time Eren heard sincere laughter leave your lips - it made your eyes light up as the sound rolled off your tongue and rooted him in place, thoughtful and just as hopeful. If he took you to the shore, maybe he could send you across the ocean to Mikasa and Armin and protect you, keep you safe from everything that would happen. If you agreed you'd stay out of harm's way and it would put his mind to rest. When your laughter died down the brown-haired male was still admiring the beamish glimmer in your orbs, thus why he almost missed your small nod. Eyes widening in evident excitement, Eren parted his lips with the intent to speak but his vocal cords went mute when you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, light as a feather and gentle despite the frown you constantly armed yourself with.

Reflexes taking over, the tan male put a hand on the back of your neck when you were about to part from him and properly aligned your lips for a second kiss. Your surprise was clear but there was no fight in your body. Your tense shoulders relaxed and you tangled your hard-working fingers in his chocolate locks as he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. You sighed in contentment when Eren's teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, demanding a less chaste kiss you were eager to give. His diminutive growl vibrated against your mouth when you tugged on his hair and he slowly broke the kiss prior to taking your wrist in his hold. Careful not to press the bruises that kept reappearing, the male locked gazes with you and placed a butterfly kiss atop each violet smear visible. The hitch of your breath was loud as you slowly moved back, burning with that happy embarrassment that distinguished a lover's playful gesture from the shameful act of a stranger. Thankfully, a majority of the patients were having their afternoon naps and the rest didn't seem to have paid any attention to you.

Eren let go of your wrist, fingers lingering as he wondered whether to speak or not. His temper would probably get the best of him so he decided he'd keep quiet and wait for your words instead, but you couldn't meet his gaze, having sat back on the small stool by his bed. Your fingertips kept brushing over your lips in a repetitive trance-like motion that seemed to push a number of indecent thoughts to the surface of his mind. He stood up after shaking them off, alarming your dazed self. You handed him his crutch, straight posture hinting at the fact you were waiting for him to start walking so you could follow unless told otherwise. A light huff blew past his lips as he stepped forward and a glance back at your visage was all he needed to see the emotional teenager you rarely let out. A shy smile had graced your gentle features and, though it took him by surprise, he inwardly conceded that smile would've made his fifteen-year-old self fall in love in a heartbeat.

"Will you be watching the Tybur festival?"

"I'll be spying on it from the window."

"What window?"

"My home's window. The stage's going be set up mere feet from it."

"I'd opt for a walk to avoid listening to the nonsense if I were you."

"A walk?"

"But not in the vicinity. Propaganda travels far. So go further."

Out of the hospital and out of your life, or so Eren had secretly hoped as he finally put his carefully thought-out plan into action some days later. He uttered a final inward prayer prior to transforming and it was the last coherent thought you occupied in his mind for the following few minutes until his gaze caught sight of your form a few streets away, watching the fight with a horrified expression that, for the umpteenth time, didn't manage to reach your cold eyes. You watched his titan form, with its bleeding jaw and broken teeth, and the sheen in its big eyes and you knew. You watched it (this despicable monster you were supposed to hate on sight - him) clutch Willy Tybur's sister and gnaw at the crystal surrounding her with chilling composure, but the moment the Jaw Titan attempted to attack him from the back your eyes widened in concern and your lips parted though you realised he wouldn't hear you. Eren turned, slamming the attacker into the nearby building after the Corporal had disabled his onslaught and he knew a little something of his own. Something he'd known since the beginning.

He was in and done for.

...

The last time his orbs settled on your figure he also knew, in a way even better than before...

Weeks of worry and nightmares had left their imprint on your gentle features. Eren would never understand the worry had been for him. He'd never know the sleepless nights and the faded tear stains had been for him. And while those facts might forever stay out of his reach he knew another thing - where to find you at all times. So he walked into the hospital with his two functioning legs, no facial hair and that determined though emotionless gaze that seemed to make him more humane, knowing you'd be there, tending to somebody else's needs like you'd tended to his. Your first reaction to seeing him step into the room was something he'd always remember - a tired frown deepening in realisation as the ice in a pair of cold eyes cracked and tumbled down sunken cheeks.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

"I thought you wouldn't talk to me."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"I really don't. I don't know."

You didn't have much time with him and it wasn't something you needed to hear in order to understand. You told your current patient to lie back down and try to rest as you left the building, silently walking after the tense brunet. He stopped at the exit and you stepped back, fearfully glancing up at him as he turned to face you. He noticed the sunken cheeks and the deepened lilac crescents, and the crease in the middle of your forehead as you knitted your eyebrows at him, but didn't address them. He stood there, fervently observing and memorising every part of you his orbs had access to and inwardly hating himself for thinking you no less beautiful than all other times he'd had the honour to lay eyes upon your visage. Then he saw the first tear. Quick to comfort you, Eren moved forth and cupped your cheek so gingerly it seemed to make you cry even harder.

"... it's Jaeger. Eren Jaeger."

"Which of my names do you favour more?"

"The real one. It has a certain ring to it."

"I've come to learn it sounds better when you say it."

A wavering smile kissed your lips as you met his bright gaze, twitching fingers relinquishing their hold on your white dress and instead hesitantly ghosting over the male's strong jawline, clenched in self-restraint. Eren visibly leaned into their warm touch with a small gulp as your tears gradually ceased cascading over your moist skin. A wishful breath slipped past the cage of your punctured lungs as the male stepped forth, cupping your face with both his hands and pressing a loving kiss to your forehead - desperate and burning with equal parts of pain and want. Your hands dropped to his chest and one happened to rest over his heart - hammering so loudly against his ribcage that it started sounding like human speech to you. Eren pressed your foreheads together and you cursed this whole situation before looking into his eyes, so emotional and in so much pain it made your windpipe constrict. Only if you could do something to help him.

"I never understood the look in your eyes."

"I know. But I understood the look in yours, Eren. I still do."

"Tell me what it means then. I seem to have a hard time deciphering it on my own."

Eren expected a snarky retort. He expected slight reproach and some motherly scolding, some true statements and a little bit of explanation. Maybe the smile you'd crack would reach your eyes in that endearing manner that always made his heart skip a beat or maybe you'd caress his face with your warm fingers as you spoke in a soft voice of how oblivious he was, how oblivious he'd always been. For you he was. But he was also unprepared for what you truly did. He was unprepared for the kiss, for the abrupt tug at the collar of his white shirt, unprepared for how good your hot lips felt against his own and the blissful feeling it filled his whole body with. The following minutes could be described using a few words - simple and prosaic but appropriate as could be.

Inexperienced: applicable to both of you, its existence didn't stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you off the ground effortlessly. Sloppy: the sound of lips smacking and teeth grazing didn't alert any nurse or patient in the building, you were in a world of your own as his hands creased your uniform and yours made a mess of his hair. Passionate: hardly anything a pair of teenagers could stray from, you felt your heartbeat speed up as Eren held you close - so close you felt every breath leaving his body so it could mix with yours. Desperate: fate, fights and rules didn't matter when he could feel you against himself, so warm and alive, so beautiful and tired, so lovable and loving, you were melting in his arms and he was intoxicated by the fresh smell of flowers in your hair and the sweet taste of tea on your lips, so smitten it was borderline ridiculous.

"I want to keep you safe."

"Lock me away then, Eren Jaeger. And come back for me when you win."

The look in his eyes was quite eloquent as to what he had in mind. He would do just that. He'd come back for you and you'd welcome him into your embrace as a victor - a monster so engrossed in protecting humanity it had neglected its own. He'd lock gazes with your austere hues and you'd smile one of those empty smiles of yours, and as you'd lean in to kiss his dry lips it would fill with that type of unhidden adolescent love Eren denied ever having witnessed. His bloodied hands would hold your small figure and you'd smile for him - a smile that could encompass all the stars in the sky and all the freedom in the world. You'd be free to do whatever you wanted, no longer labelled as devils and beaten like street mutts. The fantasy was vivid and beautiful, almost as beautiful as you. Eren felt your hands squeeze his. Your pants were fanning his face, bodies standing close as he left the imprint of his desperate need for you all over, kissing where tears had fallen, smiles been seldom shown and eyebrows knitted. Everywhere he could reach.

"I'll be back in a bit then."

It was useless to ask you to wait for him because he knew you would, even if he told you he wouldn't come back for weeks. Eren watched you glide down your white dress as his hands worked on his hair - combing it with his fingers and tying it with the small rubber band that had stayed in your hold after you'd tangled your digits in his locks. You spied the action out of the corner of your eye, with a worried expression that differed from your neutral frown only because you didn't normally furrow your brows that intensively. Your pout was visible as Eren exhaled a shaky breath, determination to leave wavering at the sight of your watery eyes. But you encouraged him, stepping closer and letting one of those empty smiles kiss your lips. The genuine one you'd leave for his safe return, along with the tears streaming down your face. You tip-toed to kiss him one last time, lips lingering as your eyelids fell closed and he revelled in the sound of your wistful sigh. Your gazes locked and you both knew two vastly different things which came down to one and the same statement, echoing in the hospital's hallway. It was the final verdict of your unrealistic wishes.

He'd fight fate itself if it meant this wouldn't be the last time you kissed him.

#eren jaeger fanfiction #eren x reader #eren jaeger #Eren Jaeger Imagine #reader insert #x reader #snk x reader #eren is hot and out of character but this IS NOT fanon eren #fiy never fanon eren #fanon eren is a hoe #this one is traumatised and can't enjoy his hormal period properly #but happy birthday to him nonetheless #i love this guy so much i wish him all the best and if real men were like this... well...#call me britney bitch because i do be in love with a criminal

43 notes · View notes

thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

Note

I NEEED another part to the Kyle and Stan reader I NEEEED (if you wanna💕 luv ur writing btw)

hi!! omg ty guys sm, WOW. ive been asked this a couple times and i shall give it to you my lovleys!

Boyfriend!Stan x Girlfriend!Reader x Kyle. Part 2! Part 1!

The next time that Stan mentioned would come sooner than later. It'd been maybe a week? Who knows, could've been a day for all you'd known.

All you could think about lately was what'd happened. Stan.. and Kyle? Kyle too?

"Oh baby!!!" Stan said when he got home to see you in the kitchen making some food. You don't bother to eye him when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind and his head going straight to your exposed neck to place wet kisses on the skin. "Whatcha makin', gorgeous?"

"Potatoes in the crocpot." You smile at the funny feeling of his breath on your neck before turning around. "Should be forty fii–.." You pause when you see Kyle sitting on your couch in the living room behind Stan. He smiles and waves. "Hi, Kyle." You smirk. "Should be forty five more minutes." You smile to Stan.

"Sounds like enough time, Kyle?" Stan says, looking back at Kyle who stands from the couch and nods.

Stan takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom with Kyle following behind. Stan sits on the bed and holds your hands as you stand between his legs. He sighs. "I promised Kyle I'd let him fuck you, baby. Are you okay with that?"

Without hesitation you nod with a giddy smile on your face, turning around and walking into Kyle to hug him. You wrap your arms around his torso and squish your cheek against his stiff chest with a long breath through your nose. You take Kyle's hand as you back yourself up and into Stan's lap.

Stan holds your hips to insure you not to fall and you pull Kyle's neck down to kiss you softly. Soft kisses turn more heated as Kyle unbuttons his shirt. Not bothering to take it completely off, he pulls down your sweats. "Patience, my loves." Stan advises and the two of you back off eachother.

Climbing off Stan's lap, you look at him. You sit beside him and spread your legs towards Kyle. "Take it slow, yeah? Still got over half an hour and I promise, it doesn't take long with her.. she feels so good." Stan smirks at Kyle who nods and walks over to stand in front of you, gently and slowly massaging your legs further up. He reaches your panty covered cunt and rubs you through them.

Inpatient, you pull down your panties yourself and show yourself to Kyle who looks in mesmeration.

"Pretty, ain't it?" Stan remarks and Kyle nods with a "Sure is." before taking his hand to rub your clit.

Moaning into his soft touch you grab his wrist, "Fuck me." You demand and bite your lip.

"You asked, princess." Kyle shrugs and moves his hands to slide down his sweats and boxers in one fluid motion before bringing a hand to your hip, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. "Ready?" He asks to which you nod before Kyle slides in slowly.

Kyle thrusts slowly in and out of you, "You okay?" he asks and you respond with "mhm."

He groans out with nearly every thrust to the loud sounds of skin against skin and your sweet sounds. "Fuck... Stan." You moan out to your lover who's watching innocently with a coy smile on his face.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, bringing a hand to comb through your hair.

Biting your lip and grabbing at anything and everything around you, Stan chuckles. "Not funny, Stanley.. fuck—"

As you both grow closer to your release, Kyle places his hands on your hips and you grab both of his wrists. You stare up at his pretty facial expressions as his thrusts grow more sloppy and fast. "You're so pretty, Ky." You giggle.

"Am I?" He smirks, "Thanks.".

You slightly laugh at his reaction and feel your release coming quick, "Fuck– 'm cumming..!"

Kyle pulled out after your release to cum on the little amount of revealed skin on your tummy, some on your thighs. Your chest rises as you breathe heavily.

Sitting up and scooting back to lay yourself between Stan's legs and rest yourself on his chest, he kisses your head. "Was that good, honey?"

"Mhm." You nod. Kyle throws you a discarded shirt that was on the floor to clean yourself up with. Stan takes it and cleans you off from behind and helps you pull up your panties.

Clad in only panties and one of Stan's band t-shirts, you go back to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

#vanillaan #stan marsh south park #south park smut #stan and kyle #kyle south park #south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh smut #kyle broflovski

319 notes · View notes

miilkybroz0ne · 20 days

Text

Just Shut up & drive 🌌🥏🌃🏙

John Dory x fem reader on a road trip Smut/NSFW

Warning: Smut, smoking cigarette, Masturbation , Sex toy

-John and you wanted to get away from trolls village so he offer to take you on a nice road trip so where ever rhonda takes you both you both will happily go there

-He loves holding your hands while watching the road sites

-His hands will me on your boobs or on your cunt

-He's mostly on autopilot so he could cuddle w you

-He's would gives you hints that he wants to fuck you

-He and you would smoke cigarettes to get in the mood

-He wants you to sit on his lap even while smoking a cigarette

-John dory would often put Rhonda on autopilot mode just so he can have a smoke break he out of all his brothers smoke cigarettes he too old for joints/vape nowadays

-Even if he try vaping/joints that dude can't handle it his brother would make fun of him for that

-I know for sure that bruce quit smoking because he's a father now and he doesn’t want his kids to copy him but that's for another headcanon....

-Anyways, since this is just a one driver seat is not like your traditional car so you would have to sit on the back meaning the couch while he's drive Rhonda

-He once let you drive Rhonda but she wasn’t used to to you driving her so she crash into the tree john got so worry he ask if Rhonda was alright instead of you he saw you sitting there with your arm cross....

-While he was driving you were just sitting there watching the view but you noticed john stroking his big cock while grunting your name out

-His cock is huge so good luck trying to walk

-Can You handle it? Maybe not FIY He's rough!!

-You stop what ever you were doing as you saw him stroking to a picture of you "John?" you called

-As He jumped and turns around and saw you standing here with both of your hands on your hips

"Babe, is not what it looks like, well maybe it is I've been horny and despite for you to stroke my cock." John said looking at you with a horny smirk look on his face

-You rolled your eyes at him as he put Rhonda in autopilot once again as you got down to your knees as you began to suck him off with him holding your hair sooner he'll face fuck you til his cums fills your mouth and is cum is all over your face

-John keeps a box full of your sex toys mostly your vibrator so he would ask you to use your vibrator while he jerks off to your moans and cries begging him to put his cock inside you

-He will get back to driving he wants to hear your moan while he's driving and rubbing his cock to your cries and moans

-As you turn on the vibrator, You get to control the speed that's a good thing right?

"I better, hear that moan and cries I know you want me inside you." John said rubbing his cock faster while driving

-Once that vibrator hit your sweet spot you couldn't help but to moan out john name it turns him on when you moan out his name

"Fuck! john I need you inside of me sooo badly!" You said moaning and crying out for his name while the vibrator is still teasing your clit

-As john grab you (he will man handle you for sure) he sat you on his hard wet cock as he pound you super hard even while driving he will look over your shoulder to see the road while still fucking you super hard and you were crying and moaning begging him to take it slow

-You moan is super loud which makes him even go in deeper and a bit faster til you cum or til it hits your sweet spot

-He will for sure dominated you no matter what

-Cockwarming while he's driving is a must for him he wants to see how long you can keep it in without moaning once you start moving he will thrust you like there's no tomorrow

"You like what you feel baby, you're such a little slut couldn't even hold it in while daddy is driving." He said bitting your ears softly

"I can't hold it in anymore john dory I need you so badly." You said moaning and trying not to move

-His cum is thick and super milky like really milky

-He likes to cum all over you even inside of you

-He like you watch you pleasure yourself he wants you to finger yourself for him since he's busy driving

-He would do it for you aswell he's a rough finger fucker

-After you guys finish doing your deeds inside Rhonda your legs is numb so you would be resting on the couch while john drive, He wants to go again so he look at you from the rear view mirrors and gave you a smirk on his face but you glare at him...

"How about round two huh baby?" He asked smriking

"Just Shut Up & Drive John Dory!" You said angrily....

-Your leg is super numb from him nearly tearing you apart you don't know if you still can enjoy the road tip or even walk all thanks to square head....

-------------------

Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------- Like and Follow are very much appreciated! 🩵

52 notes · View notes

guess-my-next-obsession · 9 months

Text

Fade Into You, Chapter Two: Holy Ground

pairing: nyc bookstore owner au!ezra (prospect) x f!reader

rating: M (nothing much here really besides reader’s pining and ezra’s charm, definitely ooc ezra but it’s an au so who cares!, talks of money/wealth/privilege, a situationship forming in front of our eyes)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: just as a disclaimer, these chapters are going to range in length. i know some people really love short chapters and some really love long ones, but i’m trying not to focus so much on word count anymore, just gonna try to stop when it feels right (to me)! but i’m sure once we start seeing their relationship evolve, so will the length of each chapter.

series masterlist | previous chapter | FIY PLAYLIST

Mid October

“I feel like these are only ever good straight out of the oven.” Jay was standing in your tiny kitchen, taking a tray of store bought frozen Halloween cookies out of the oven.

“Yeah, as soon as they get room temperature they get hard as a fucking rock,” you agreed, sitting cross-legged on your beat up leather sofa with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Halloween was queued up on your TV, the big light off with only the orange and yellow glow of the string lights you’d hung on your TV to illuminate the room. As Jay walked over with the entire pan, setting it down on the coffee table, their phone started to ring, the sound of a generic banjo filling the room. “You gotta change your ringtone.”

“It’s for the bit,” they said, tugging their phone out. “It’s Ezra.”

Your head whipped up to look at them, your eyes wide with interest as she pressed her screen to accept the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey Ez, you’re on speaker,” they said.

“Hey, just calling to see what you’re up to,” he replied.

As Jay filled Ezra in on the movie marathon the two of you had been having since noon, you mindlessly shoveled popcorn into your mouth, watching the screen as though his face would appear if you willed it hard enough.

“Is that the girl you were telling me about?” he asked after hearing Jay mention you by name.

“Yeah, you two need to finally meet,” they said, giving you a wink and a nudge with their elbow.

“Well, I just got back in town and was going to invite you to meet me for a showing of Practical Magic in the park in an hour, but if she’s up for it, she can come and we can finally introduce ourselves properly.” Your eyes widened and head began to shake in a silent plea for them not to accept as Jay turned to look at you with a wide smirk, their amusement over your crush evident in their voice as they ignored your anxiousness and let him know that the two of you would be there before hanging up.

“Oh, I’m gonna puke,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your head fall back against the sofa. “I don’t have any time to prepare myself! I don’t even—what do I even—fuck.”

“Jesus, it’s just Ezra. He’s just a forty-four year old man who’s scared of commitment, not the fuckin’ messiah,” they teased.

“Yeah…you’re right,” you nodded, taking a breath of composure before standing up to walk over to your closet. “Alright. Super chill. ‘Hey Ezra, totally haven’t been fantasizing about you for the last month or anything. Super chill to meet you.’”

“Oh lord. I really do not get straight people,” Jay sighed teasingly, and you gave her a cocked brow as you turned around.

“Who said I’m straight?”

The city had finally started to cool down, the brisk autumn breeze hitting your cheeks caused you to shiver as your navy knitted sweater did its mediocre job at keeping you warm while you walked through a lamplit Central Park with Jay at your side, their pale skin turning pink on their cheeks and at the tip of their nose.

The park was still full of life even in the pale moonlight; lovers strolled together hand in hand to the soundtrack of giggles from children on the playground as their parents looked on, or a few lonely souls sitting in contemplation on the park benches, wondering where they lost that childish joy. You liked to try and imagine their lives, the happiness and the sadness looming in their history weighing on them in a way you could only ever imagine and never feel. Sometimes if you thought enough about these faces without names, you could feel your heart breaking for them and tears would swell in your eyes, but tonight you couldn’t muster the energy to ruminate on anything but your own life—of the anxiety you felt over finally meeting this character you’d created in your mind.

“Oh, there he is.” Jay’s finger pointed at a park bench where a lonely looking man sat scrolling through his phone, the blue light glowing on his face. “Ez!”

Ezra looked up, a smile growing on his face as he stood, tucking his phone away into his back pocket.

“Jay bird,” he greeted them, pulling them in for a fatherly hug. “Missed ya.”

“Missed you too, old man,” they teased, pulling away to point at you.

“Hi,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him as you gave him your name.

“Ezra—nice to meet you.” You felt a stab of insecurity in your stomach as his eyes bounced across your features for a beat, suddenly feeling all-too aware of each flaw you picked apart in the mirror just that morning. “This isn’t a line, but the way your eyes are sparkling right now is making it hard to look away from you.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage, your heart’s quick patter making it hard to think of anything clever to say, Jay’s chuckle finally pulling his attention away.

“Quit it, she’s shy,” Jay scolded, swatting his shoulder playfully.

“Is that right?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he turned back to you.

“Unfortunately,” you blurted nervously, earning a deep, crackly chuckle from him that helped to warm you up better than the wool covering your body.

“Hang out with Jay’s crowd long enough and soon you won’t be,” he said, turning to Jay. “Let’s go find a place to sit.”

You walked beside Ezra, Jay on his other side, and found yourself counting each step and breath as his warmth radiated against your arm. You wanted to lean in, slide your arms beneath his leather jacket and hold him so close that you could hear the beat of his heart, but for now, you stuck to counting your steps.

“So fill me in,” he said, his elbow nudging yours. “Who are you?”

You took in a necessary breath and shrugged.

“Not sure yet,” you answered honestly. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”

Ezra chuckled and nodded, a permanent smile on his face as he kept his eyes forward.

“Well, tell me what you know so far,” he urged before pointing at an open spot in the grass in front of the large projector screen.

“Uh, well, I’m a writer—“

“See, that’s good information,” he grinned, shrugging off his backpack to unpack a blanket. “What do you write?”

“Some poetry, some fiction,” you said, watching as he and Jay laid out the blanket.

“I’m going to go get some food from concessions, you two want anything?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, just a beer,” Ezra said, tugging out a twenty and handing it to her. “And whatever our writer friend wants.”

You smiled at him before looking to Jay. “I’m okay, thank you. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No, you two get acquainted, I’ll be fine.”

You gave them a subtle look of terror, only earning a reassuring nudge of their head towards Ezra as he took his seat on the blanket.

“So you’re a writer,” Ezra said, his eyes following you as you awkwardly sat down at the furthest corner from him, crossing your legs to take up as little space as possible. “Is that how you met Jay?”

“No, I actually met her in your shop,” you said, finding the courage and confidence to meet his eyes.

“And we haven’t crossed paths yet?”

“Well, we sort of did once—the first time I came into the store, but you were leaving so it makes sense—“

“You must’ve caught me on a bad day,” he interrupted. “Those eyes aren’t the kind of eyes I’d normally forget.”

“Still not using a line?” you chuckled.

Ezra smiled, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes again.

“Not a line if it’s sincere,” he said, shrugging with a smile as he turned to look around at the crowded park, each group talking amongst themselves like the world consisted of just them, just like it felt with you and Ezra. “Are you from the city?”

“No, I just moved here,” you said, continuing on about your hometown and the stark contrast in environment.

“How are you liking the change?” he asked, leaning back to rest against one elbow.

“It was overwhelming at first, but in a good way.”

“How do you mean?” he probed, full of sincere interest.

“Just…the thought that I could be anybody here—it’s overwhelming but an exciting kind of overwhelming. I’ve just been trying to figure out where I belong in the midst of all this energy.”

Ezra’s smile grew into a grin, his eyes batting fondly at you as he watched you mimic his position, your body now achingly closer to his than it had been just seconds prior.

“What about you?” you asked in a whisper, turning your eyes to face the projector screen that started to glow with the start of the movie.

“Too long of a story to tell right now,” he whispered back with a smile.

“Make room for me,” Jay said as they returned with two beers in one hand and a tray of nachos in the other, nudging their chin at you to scoot closer to Ezra. You obliged with both hesitance and eagerness, once again counting your breath as his arm brushed against yours. “Here, can you pass Ez his beer?”

“Sure,” you said, grabbing the cold bottle and handing over to Ezra who sat on your other side, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he accepted it.

“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, and although the endearment caused your head to buzz, it seemed to be something casual to him, as if he called all of his friends these pet names. A good chunk of you hoped that wasn’t the case.

After the movie, Jay made up some excuse about going over to a girl’s house, leaving Ezra to walk you to the subway, his jacket over your shoulders even though you insisted you were fine (you weren’t).

“So,” you said, breaking the silence between you as you walked through the park to get to the 96 Street Station to catch a subway headed for your neighborhood in Harlem. “Are you from here?”

“I am,” he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Born and raised. My family is sort of…I guess we’re old money. Or, they were. I’m just a bookstore owner.”

“With more money than God,” you added, earning a laugh.

“I’m trying to get rid of it,” he replied, shrugging.

“You don’t like being rich?”

“I recognize it’s a very privileged problem to have,” he chuckled. “But no, I don’t really care for all of it. I just don’t see why one man with no kids, no family, should have so much while other people are struggling. So, I spend every single day trying to pawn it off on other people, try to help distribute the wealth.”

“How’s that working out?” you asked, your eyes fixed on his profile as you walked, the streetlamps illuminating his skin every few steps, bathing him in yellow glow.

“It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to accomplish, at least with an accountant like mine,” he chuckled. “Sometimes I just settle for not making any more money. I price my books specifically so I don’t make profit, I let people stay in the apartments my family owned rent free. My father’s rolling in his grave, I’m sure.”

“How did you guys get so rich?”

“Prospecting,” he said, glancing over at you. “My great-grandfather owned a lot of land that had a lot of minerals and stones, or…something. I never cared enough to ask questions.”

“What an odd life you live,” you teased, earning a playful nudge from his elbow as you rounded the fence to walk into the subway tunnel.

“Tell me more about you,” he prodded, keeping his body close to yours in a display of protection as a strange man began to stare at you too much for either of your liking. “What are you writing?”

“Well, it started as romance, but then I scrapped that once I started really thinking about the character and what she wanted. I figured it wasn’t love she craved. What she really wanted was to prove to her mother that she was capable of being loved. So, that led me to where I am now, just a story of a mother and a daughter and all the traumatic shit that goes into that relationship.”

“What a beautiful mind you’ve got,” he said, his eyes on you as you looked down at your shoes with a bashful smile. “Do you know how it ends? Do they heal? Or does it stay broken?”

“Well,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, a playful smirk on your face. “I guess you’ll have to wait for me to write and publish it to find out.”

“My best friend owns an indie publishing company,” he shrugged. “Just let me know when you’ve got it finished and I’ll help you get in contact with him.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—“

“I like helping people who are passionate about what they do,” he interjected. “And I can see how much you love what you do, it’s what makes your eyes sparkle like that, even in this shitty subway light.”

“Are you always this good with your words?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.

“I sure try to be,” he smiled.

“Well,” you lifted and dropped your eyebrows. “Makes it hard for a girl to tell if you’re just being friendly or if you’re flirting.”

Ezra studied you for a minute with that closed mouth smile that he always seemed to wear, his eyes bouncing across your features even when you looked away from him in a fluster.

“I’m not…a partner,” he said, a careful lilt to his voice. “I don’t believe in…lasting things, at least in lasting love. I can’t be a partner to you. I’m the guy people sleep with until they find their partner.”

“I’m not looking for a partner,” you said, unsure of where you found the courage. “So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t. I’m new to this city, to all of this. I don’t want to jump into anything, I just want to…I don’t know…live a little.”

“Well, here,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Let’s trade numbers and just…see what happens. No pressure, no expectations, just call me when you need a friend, or…something more if you feel like it.” He smiled. “Whenever you feel like it.”

You only grinned and nodded as you typed your number into his phone, feeling as though you’d stumbled onto some sort of prize you weren’t qualified to win. You tried to silence the voices inside that screamed at you for even daring to believe that a handsome, kind, self-aware, rich man like Ezra, with a world of opportunities at his fingertips, would want you. You knew that you had your own value, your own beauty and intrigue—you were a prize, too.

“Can I take the subway with you?” he asked as you handed his phone back. “Not—I’m not trying to follow you home or anything, I just don’t want to stop talking yet.”

“You want to ride all the way to Harlem and back with me? Just to talk?” you laughed.

“If you’d let me,” he smiled. “I think you’re interesting, and hard to read, and…well, I guess the best word for it is captivating.”

“Where does ‘beautiful’ fit in to all of that?” you joked.

“I knew you were beautiful the second I saw that sparkle in your eyes,” he said, his eyes flickering to your lips. “That’s not what captivates me, that’s obvious. What I find uniquely interesting is your mind, your thoughts and where they come from, and especially the way you string those thoughts into words. That’s…that’s captivating.”

With no room to argue and no words to describe what his words meant to you, you offered him a simple smile and nod before the two of you were filing into the subway, that dirty tile floor becoming holy ground in the matter of a second.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #ezra x you #ezra prospect x you #ezra prospect #ezra prospect x reader #ezra x reader #fade into you #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal smut

79 notes · View notes

buckyarchives · 1 year

Text

The Domestic Life Of Living With a Runaway Assassin [chapter one.]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x soulmate!reader

summary: you hate many things in life. You hate soulmates. You hate the avengers. You hate guns. You hate lost snorers and complicated relationships.

Bucky Barnes is associated with all of those things, yet you can find yourself hating him

W.c: 6.9k

Author note: did not think this was going to actually get notes. I forgot how bad my wiring was back then and going through and rewriting all of it is just. Ugh. I’m too lazy.

masterlist

Today was going down as the most inconvenient day ever.

It was 10:30 pm, and you were sitting in some stupid coffee shop, the only one that had free Wi-Fii in your area because yours is down for the next 24 hours. The coffee tastes like shit because of-fucking-course it does. This place closes in 30 minutes and you have all that time to send in all your week's work to your boss, which is also due in 30 minutes. You weren't even going to think about the fact you spent all day having to listen to ongoing construction outside and having to run your roommate all around Queens to help her get comfy and organized at her dorm.

You wanted to kick someone, honestly.

As you tried your best to focus and very frantically type away at your keyboard. You were probably going to break your keyboard at some point tonight, either by typing too hard or just simply throwing it across the fucking room in a fit of rage.

A woman, maybe in her mid-30s – if it matters, walks up to you and reminds you that the place closes in half an hour and gives you a free, pity coffee. Probably noticing the growing under eyes bags or seeing you yawn into your hand every 7 minutes, give or take.

You had chugged the coffee and put everything you had into the next 20-something minutes and you sat back after your third look over everything to make sure you didn't miss any mistakes that could possibly get you fired. You were finally done and could go home.

Closing your laptop and packing your shit up, you wave to the lovely lady probably waiting for you to leave so she can close up. But because nothing goes your way and New York is just the most wonderful place to live, especially with the avengers. You don't make it out the door before you hear rapid gunfire rattle your ears and suddenly you’re ducking beneath the first table you find.

Your day could not get any worse, you thought.

Maybe you could have just crawled up in a ball and accepted your fate of being killed midst the 7th random gunfight of the month, you could even make it on the news! Nope, fate had other ideas and someone just has to save you.

Your ears filter out everything besides the sound of gunfire, glass shattering, and people screaming and yelling. It's too fucking late for this. A firm hand grabs yours and before you can get whisked away and snatch your bag because your life is worth risking for your laptop and books. You swear you got whiplash from how fast you moved away from the scene, only seeing a black blur of a human in front of you.

You regain your senses, most of them. After being pushed and crouched in a back alley behind the now-destroyed coffee shop, you hoped the lady was okay. catching your breath and hearing frantic shuffling next to you. A man, tall and built, dressed entirely in black with a plethora of weapons attached to his body. He glances at you for a moment and you think he looks familiar, maybe he was an Avenger. God, you hate the Avengers. His eyes continued to scan the dark area, before settling down next to you, eyes trained on one end of the ally.

He has a messy mop of a head, you can't really see his eyes clearly but you definitely notice the insane-Robert-Pattinson's-batman-amounts of black eyeshadow around his eyes. He has a black mask on too. Okay, so edgy Avengers. Haven't heard of him on the news yet. Like you even watch the news.

You must have been staring for a little too long and too hard because the mystery Avenger takes notice of it and his bushy eyebrows furrow at you, looking at you like you had personally offended him. Then, you notice his eyes and are a little, only a little, taken aback by their intense blueness and beauty of them. You barely notice what he says. “I'm sorry, you probably don't feel very safe with me.”

You scoff. “I don't even know who you are.”

The emo Avenger freezes and looks at you with wide eyes like you grew two heads. Or you were the crazy one between the two of you. “What?” you question him and he mumbled and sputtered under the mask. You motion for the mask, telling him to take it off. And he slowly rips it off his face, his very pink lips are parted and he's breathing hard and fast.

“You.. what did you say, your words.”

Wait.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Your mouth falls open and you really want to kick something, or him. “You're my soulmate?” you said maybe a little too loud and it came out harsher than intended. He looks hurt by your tone and if it wasn't for the shock taking over your head, you would have felt bad.

Today is the most inconvenient and the worst day of your life.

“Wow doll, you're the first person I've met that sounds disappointed to find their soulmate.” you ignore his comment and especially ignore the nickname, hoping that wouldn't stick. You wanted to go the fuck home.

“Can I leave?”

Your soulmate narrowed his eyes at you. “No.”

“Why.” your eyes narrow back into his and just for a moment you realize you’re now in an impromptu staring contest with this man in some dirty back alley, hoping you don't get shot. “Listen, man, I have work tomorrow and I'd rather not get shot or dragged into some avengers bullshit.

He rolls his eyes, but you're not done. “I really don't like the Avengers. Seriously, you couldn't have chosen any other job? The number of cars I've seen the hulk throw and then miss–”

“I'm not an Avenger.” his bushy eyebrows furrow, plus the black war paint makes him look intimidating. If you weren't pissed, you might have been a little scared. Only a little.

“You really don't know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?” you fire back. The ego of this guy!

He sputtered for a moment, “No, I guess not.”

your back hits the brick wall, sigh to yourself, and slump back down. You made yourself small. Now nursing a monstrous headache.

A frustrated grunt comes from the dark brunette. “Ok, ok, ok, ok… I'm going to walk you home.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he says, you just realize you don't know his name. “You said it yourself, you don't want to get shot. I’ll make sure that you don’t.”

You were really tired, letting people win wasn't something you did often. You'll make an exception. You huff and blow some stray hair away from your face. “What's your name?”

He pauses, “Bucky.”

“Well, Bucky.” you bring yourself to your feet. “You bring me safely home, quickly with no little side quest. That's it. And then you turn around and don't come back to my place.” you grab a hold of his hand to drag him along but you're met with cold, hard, metal. He flinches out of his skin, and metal. Your eyes travel up his arm.

“You’re an amputee?”

Bucky looks confused. “What?”

“Nevermind.” you shook your head and continued to drag him along to your apartment. You were so ready to go the fuck to bed. You hoped this walk home wasn't painful, but when do you get what you want?

Bucky was confused. Your pace matched his as you walked side by side to your apartment. The gentle wind brushed against his skin and flew through his brown locks. He was walking next to his soulmate. You were his soulmate and it seemed you wanted nothing to do with him.

Bucky knew very well he was way out of his time but he couldn't come up with a coherent answer to why. Was this new generation against the universe? Was this some weird trend? Unless you lied to him and did know who the winter soldier was, that would make sense. But, you seemed pretty persistent that you did, in fact, not know him (which the more he thought about it– he felt good that you didn't know). You must not read the paper, or watch the news. You thought he was a goddamn avenger!

He glances over to you, your lips. You were chewing on your bottom lip. It was painted red. You look beautiful with the dim yellow street light shining down on your face. “Don't do that.”

Bucky's voice is soft and gentle. He doesn't recognize it.

Your eyes trail to him. “Do what?” you ask

“That.” Bucky pauses in his spot on the sidewalk, takes a few steps towards you and he brings his flesh hand up to your mouth, slowly grazing his thumb across your split lip. “Don't chew so hard on your lip like that. I'm sure it hurts.”

Bucky's eyes are trained onto your lips, he doesn't dare look up at your eyes. But you are staring at him with widened eyes. You felt like you were on fire.

Too close. You pull away. “Okay, this is my apartment. Bye, Bucky.”

And just like that, you're quickly walking into your apartment lobby, you glance back at him and give Bucky a sincere smile before leaving his sights. Bucky stood there feeling like an idiot, completely forgetting any government or hydra issues he was dealing with earlier.

Bucky was going to walk away but his intrusive, no, protective – as he would describe it – thoughts took over. He jogged to the other side of the building, hoping he would be able to figure out which apartment you lived in without going too far. He saw a light turn on and noticed a figure walking by, your figure. This wasn't stalking, no. Bucky was just making sure you made it to your home, safe and sound, he was just looking out for his soulmate. As he should. So, not stalking. And maybe, if bucky only really needed it, he would remember that window so he could pay you a visit. Not stalking you, he just cares about you. For some reason.

Bucky can hear Steve calling him a punk in the back of his head. He missed steve.

On the other end, you dragged yourself into your apartment and dropped your bag the moment you reached your room. Not caring to clean yourself up you flopped on your bed, with a long and painful groan. You felt a small weight down on your bed and you turned your head to see our cat sitting down next to your head.

You smile and bring your hand to pet his head. “My savior. You are the only man I need.”

A soft purr vibrates from the felines, followed by a meow.

You sigh. “You're right. I need a shower.”

Your mind wandered in the shower, as the water trickled down your body you couldn't help but bring your hand to your shoulder blade. Your finger traced around the words on your back. Your lip tug at your bottom lip. You nibbled at the already raw skin. Don't do that. You could practically feel the warmth of his hand on your face as your mind flashes back to when he was standing so close to you just moments ago.

Bucky. There was no way you were going to let him haunt your head now. You turned the warm water off and grabbed your towel in annoyance. Drying yourself off and heading the fuck to bed. Praying that maybe when you wake up this whole day would be a dream. No soulmates, no getting shot at, and absolutely no getting flustered outside your apartment by someone you met an hour ago.

–

Bucky couldn't wait to see you again. He has been on the run from Hydra and Steve Rogers for too long; bucky had a hint on who would find him first. One night everything got to be too much. Parts of what hydra did to him are still very much a part of him, it was tearing him apart. It was getting harder and harder to diffrerencate what was bucky, the winter soldier, or this third feeling of pure absence of someone he didn’t know yet. He needed someone, anyone. He needed you.

You heard someone call for your name, they kept shaking you. You just wanted peaceful sleep goddamn it. You needed it. You rustled in your bed sheets, waving your hand at your roommate. She said your name again, and again, and again and ag–

“What!” you look over to see her, barely, in the dark of the room. “I'm trying to sleep!”

“There is someone in our living room.” she barely whispers.

Oh. “are you sure?” you squint at her. You don't know if she can even see you clearly enough.

“Yes.” another scared whisper.

What does a person around here have to do to get a full night's sleep for fuck sake?

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. Pulling back the covers and throwing your phone at your roommate. “Call 911 if I scream or take longer than I should.” you grab the metal bat in the corner of your room.

The fucker that decided to rob you tonight picked the wrong house, knowing the amount of pent-up rage you had; you were sure you could knock out fucking Capitan America if you wanted. Just imagine your boss's face. You sigh, loud and hard footsteps echoed through your apartment. Rounding a corner and pulling the bat high up and–

Cling!

You braced for impact. You don't get it. You look up at whoever, whatever you hit. “You!”

You are angrier than you were when interrupted from your sleep. What is he doing here? In the middle of your living room, at least he's not wearing his stupid, edgy superhero get-up. Just normal clothing and a baseball cap, but you could see the outline of a gun through his jacket.

“Can you put the bat down?” Bucky’s holding the bat, stopping you from landing a hit to his head.

“No. what are you doing in my living room.”

His face scrunches. Pulling the bat down and yanking it from your hands. That fake arm of his was stronger than you expected. Bucky lets out a pained sigh, “I don't know but will you just listen to me and not hit me, please?”

You feel bad. “Maybe.”

Bucky looks at you and you swear he looks like he’s going to cry. The moonlight shining through your windows makes his face look sharper, defining his features more. You think maybe this is a dream because he looks really good. Bucky looks at you like you are his whole world, or maybe you will be someday soon. “I just…”

You’re quiet, you listening to him. Bucky realizes that maybe he will cry tonight. “I just need to talk to someone, anyone. Be with someone right now or… or…” he trails off, not wanting to think about what else could happen.

you feel terrible. “Do you not have someone else than a soulmate you've only known for an hour?” you joke, but he looks at you like it's definitely not a joke. Bucky's eyes are trained on the floor as he shakes his head.

His head jerks up when your roommate walks into the room. “Do I still call 911?”

“No!.” you and bucky yelled at the same time. Eyes snapping to each other after the syllable left your mouth, eyebrows furrowed and spite heavy on your face. Whilst Bucky looked one wrong move away from a nervous breakdown. Weird dude.

You motion to your roommate to tell her to go back to bed but before you can get any words out she’s shoving past you to get too bucky. “Wait.. are you... I’ve seen you on the news.” her hand raises to her face to cover her gaping mouth. Her eyes go wide and she suddenly looks like a ghost. “Oh, my god.”

What the fuck. “Seriously, jasmine go back to bed and stop gawking at my soulmate.”

She shouts your name like your mother would when you started cussing. “You are not serious. Do you know who this is.” her pointer finger goes towards bucky aggressively. Bucky looks panicked, you wonder why but based on this mood earlier; it was best to ask questions later. It was time to play dutiful soulmate.

“Look, jas.” you grab her by the shoulders. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Just go to bed, please?” you guide– no, drag her out of the room and give her a final nudge away, despite her weird shouts about a winter something. You couldn’t care to listen.

“I’m sorry about her. She gets paranoid.” you release a breath you forgot you were holding, followed by a plop of the couch. Bucky settles awkwardly next to you. “You really shouldn’t go breaking into people's houses, buck.”

Bucky gets whiplash at the nickname, his mind goes to Steve and suddenly he feels out of place. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, you barely hear him. “I should go, this was stupid.” Bucky goes to get up and head toward the fire escape again but you’re quick, grabbing his wrist. Bucky could have pulled away from you if he wanted, but he crumbled under your touch. Bucky holds his breath like he’s going to drown.

Bucky’s days kinda blend together. He likes routine, but there was no routine to have when you're doing what he does. You met him two weeks ago, it felt a lot more than that, or less. He couldn't tell but your touch made him feel like everything was so far away, he caught his breath for the first time in weeks.

Bucky thought about spilling it all out, his past, his everything. But that would defeat the purpose of coming here. That talk could wait. “I'm sorry that you got me as a soulmate.”

You smack your lips and scoff. “As your body should say– uh, somewhere.” you wave your hands dramatically, “I don't even know who you are. Nothing to be sorry for, yet.”

His lip quirks up. “Except scare your roommate half to death.”

“Maybe wouldn't have happened if you used the doors.” you smile at him, Bucky’s sure he wouldn't be able to see it without the soft light of the moon shining on your face. And maybe it's just his super soldier-enhanced senses, either way, he’s soaking it up like it's the only time he’ll ever see it.

“Doors aren’t really my thing.”

You scoff. “I'm not sure what that means but, at least go through my window next time.”

“Noted.”

“And knock!”

His lip quirk turns into a small grin. “Also noted.”

Bucky glances over at you, you’re biting your lip again. He wants to kiss you. He settles for pulling your chewed lip from under your teeth before it bleeds, just as he did that night outside your apartment. You smile, thinking that maybe you'll let him stay around for a while.

You realize that Bucky didn't walk you to your door that night, and didn't even make it inside the building. Your eyes furrow, and confusion and… amusement fills your body. “So did you stalk me the past few weeks or did you just kindly ask my landlord which unit I lived in?”

He pauses, hoping you wouldn't ask about that. “I wasn't stalking you, I just notice things.”

You laugh out loud, and he's caught off guard by how nice it sounds ringing in his ears. “That's literally what a stalker would say.”

“I'm serious, I've been busy doing stuff these past weeks.” Bucky tried to reassure you he wasn't camping out on the roof of the building across your window like an actual stalker would. You haven't decided if you were going to believe him. You just laugh because you feel weirdly good with him in your presence. You curse to yourself, why did the universe always have to be right?

You don't care to respond so Bucky continues. “So you're not going to ask me about what your roommate was talking about.” he turns his head to look at you. He can practically see the gears turning in your head, and he gulps.

You shake your head, eyes trained on whatever is in front of you. “Nah.” you look at him.

Bucky thinks you're the most interesting person he's met in a long time. He’ll test the waters. “What if I'm dangerous.” he narrows his eyes at you.

You narrow yours back at him. “If you're not going to kill me or you're not an avenger, I'm not too worried.”

“What do you have against the avengers?”

You groan. “It's a long story, but they are the reason I don't watch the news and why my roommate is a paranoid freak.”

Oh. so you really don't watch the news. Bucky thinks. He feels guilty when he feels a sort of relief go through his body, followed by more panic realizing he had to explain everything to you soon. Not now though, god no, not now. Maybe he could get by with not telling you at all. Bucky mentally punches himself in the face, no that wouldn't be right. Plus he was sure your roommate would babble to you about how badly the news painted him. Maybe him telling you first would be a better idea.

“Have you ever heard of the winter soldier?”

The golden rays of the sun showed down onto Bucky's face, he looked over to the window hearing the loud bustling of city life below him. Your curtains are brown with white detailing. Bucky shifted on your living room couch, he gauges his mind for the memories of last night. Everything was still all so hazy.

What day was it? Oh, last night. He tried, really, to get out the truth to you. Fumbling over his words and trying to even remember who he was, it was too much. But you, a god-given gift, told him he was too tired to talk, gave him water, and sent him off to bed on your couch.

“You can give me your tragic backstory tomorrow, get some sleep weirdo.” you had said to him before literally pushing him onto your very comfortable couch, before returning to your room for the night.

Bucky didn't sleep, he felt oddly safe and comfortable. But he couldn't sleep. Honestly, he was close to dozing off before your roommate had woken up just before sunrise to quietly go off to work, he assumed. Bucky couldn't tell what time it was, he was guessing it was probably around 5 or 6 am. He ought to get up soon and leave. Should he leave without saying something to you? Is that rude? He was sure you'd be okay with getting him out of your hair, he was already enough of a problem to people around him. Bucky gets up to grab his boots.

“Did you even sleep?” Bucky flinches, confused as to how easy it was for you to sneak up on him. He looks up and sees you leaning against a wall, assuming you just woke up. You're still dressed in comfortable clothing, your sweater falling down, giving him a full view of your collarbone. Your skin glows in the soft sunlight. Bucky shook his head in response.

You hum, your feet shuffling across the wooden floor as you make your way into the kitchen. You start making your coffee and Bucky follows. His eyes go to the table, is he intruding if he just sits down? He stands in the doorway and watches you make your drink. You turn to bucky with an oversized mug in hand, deadpanned. “Can't believe I'm soulmates with a stalker. Sit down.”

You motion to the seat next to you. “Not a stalker.” bucky mumbled, and you scoff.

“You want something to drink? I got tea, coffee, juice, anything your heart desires.”

Bucky pauses. “Water?”

“Boring.” your eyes roll and you grab a bottle of water from behind you. Handing it to him, his finger brushes against yours. Bucky’s eyes dart to see your reaction, but nothing.

You get comfortable in your chair and open up your phone. Bucky is still sitting across from you, glancing between the door, window, and his water. He tries to look anywhere but at you. You quickly notice, a smart-ass comment comes to mind but you decide against it. Keeping the comfortable silence going for now.

You glance at Bucky, noticing the way his hair was still a mess from whatever he was doing last night. Quickly you realize this is the first time you've seen him in natural daylight, his eyes are beautiful and his usually dark hair looks closer to a light brunette. You could imagine going out on a date with him if he wasn't so dark and broody, but doesn't that just add to the appeal? Maybe.

You set your coffee down. “So…” trailing off, bucky finally makes eye contact with you. “You want to try again?”

Bucky's eyebrows furrow.

“I still haven't told me who the winter soldier is and it's taking everything in me to not use the internet.” you wave your phone around in the air before setting it down next to your coffee. Bucky purses his lip. “But, I respect you and wouldn't do that.”

Bucky's eyes are trained on the table, his mind trying to find any starting point for this. Should he just tell you about hydra? Start from the beginning with the 40s, fuck, he barely remembers any of that. He's not good with words anymore.

“Can I just…” he pauses, tapping his finger on the wooden table. “Show you?”

It was a bad idea, a really bad idea. Bucky told you that but you'd instead not question him why, bucky wasn't going to elaborate on that either. With both Hydra, the US government, and Steve Rogers looking for him, being in public wasn't the safest. Especially at such a hotspot for Captain America bootlickers and history nerds.

After many lazy complaints from you, you and bucky made your way out of your apartment together. Bucky wore the best casual disguise he could conjure up, and you and he stood in front of the Smithsonian museum.

Bucky glances over to you, a reasonably confused look plastered on your face. “Why are we at a museum?”

“Just follow me and don't draw attention to yourself, please?”

Instead, You roll your eyes and go ahead of him. “Stalker activity.” bucky hears you mumble before he follows you into the front door.

“What are you showing me, stalker.” bucky walks side by side with you, your presence is comforting in the crowded area. He noticed a group of elementary kids walking around, probably on a field trip.

“Stop calling me that.” he mumbled, “Captain America exhibit.”

Bucky looks at your hand, he could grab it. Only so he doesn't lose you in the crowd, just to keep you safe. Not because he wants to hold in, not because the quick graze of skin this morning left him wondering what it would feel like to hold you. Bucky decides against it and keeps walking.

“Isn't Captain America the like co-leader of the avengers or something?” you ask, bucky just shrugs? You see the large blown-up screens of steve roger and roll your eyes.

Bucky's eyes lock on his memorial tribute. “Don't freak out and you can ask me questions after we leave.”

Your face is littered with confusion again as you look at him, but you nod and turn to where he's looking at.

“..Best friends since childhood, James ‘bucky’ Barnes and steven rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield…” the voice spoke, highlighting a memorial on bucky. Your eyes widen after realizing the bucky standing next to you was the one talked about.

Your eyes travel to the photos of Bucky. One standing next to Steve Rogers with big smiles plastered on their faces, and one of just him. His hair is shorter and he looks much younger. There is a shine in his eyes you don't see now, a bright look that hadn't been snuffed out yet. Bucky watches you as you process the information given to you, watching for any negative or even mad emotions. You lean closer, reading the sign. Bucky was from Brooklyn, a sergeant in the military, he had 3 sisters and he was born in 1917 and he died in 1945. Well, obviously he didn't actually die, more like presumed dead.

“That's…you?”

bucky nodded slowly, eyes trained on the photo of him. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore.

Bucky scans the area, looking for anyone that may have recognized him. he lets out a very shaky breath. “Okay, we've been here too long let's go.” he really wanted to grab your hand on the way out. You don't look at him on the way out. God, did he ruin this already? He wants to punch himself.

You both make it outside, the cold morning wind gives you whiplash. It feels good. You turn to look at bucky and he kinda looks like he's going to have a mental breakdown, you don't blame him. What you just saw explains so much yet, leaves you with more questions than before. You don't think. You grab his flesh hand in hopes of being some comfort, praying that it doesn't make it worse. It doesn't. Bucky doesn't flinch this time but feels his heart jump out of his chest.

“Are you done with being outside or can we go somewhere?” bucky gives you a nervous and almost… pained look. “It's safe, hidden away and I know the owner,” you reassure him. Bucky reluctantly nods. I'll go anywhere with you as long as you keep holding my hand. And with that, you drag him through new york to your favorite-less-likely-to-get-shot-up coffee shop. It's small, always empty and the owner is an actual sweetheart.

The bells ring as you waltz in, bucky very close behind you, still holding your hand like a lost child. “Gary! Honey I'm home!” you shout with a wide, playful grin on your face, bucky gives a sigh of relief after noticing that it was indeed empty today.

An older man comes out from the back, along with a girl who looks like she should be in high school behind him. You wave and give him a warm smile, leaning over the counter slightly, “the usual, please?” you glance back to bucky, “.. and a water?”

You turn to bucky. “Sit anywhere, I”ll be right over in a second.”

He hums, releasing him from your grasp and suddenly he feels a little empty and more awkward than before. He goes to the table in the farthest corner. Front door. Window. Back door. You. he checks off the list and settles against the wall.

You grin. “How’ve you been holding up, old man.” you tease.

Gary, the owner. A wonderful and long-time friend of yours. When you first moved to new york years ago this was the first place you went to. You became a regular and you watches workers come and go, you came here when you needed quiet to work or sometimes just to snag a free drink from Gary since he just adored you so much.

His niece, Emma, was in high school now and worked here for the past year. You would help her study during her breaks and in return, free coffee, and pastries. She was a good baker. You didn't have family here in the city so they were the closest you were going to get to anything like it.

“Not too much, dear.” Gary gave you a warm smile, his eyes squinting. He glances over at bucky in the corner. He laughs “Got a pretty paranoid date over there, I can see his eyes hitting all the exits.”

You scoff, not expecting any less from him. “Not a date, but sadly my soulmate.”

“Finally!” Gary’s eyes light up, and you give him an annoyed look. “Oh be happy about it! Emma won't stop nagging about how she hasn't found hers yet.”

“Have not!” you hear the girl shout from across the bar. You laugh and shake your head.

Gary hands you your drinks and you bid him a quick bye, knowing he’ll just go back to his crossword puzzles in the back. Heading back over to sit next to bucky and hopefully find out he's not a zombie that's been raised from the dead.

“Your water, sergeant.” you joke, praying it doesn't hit a bad spot. Bucky was surprised by the name, he can't remember the last time someone called him that. His body feels weird.

You don't speak for a moment. You sip at your drink, hoping it will kick it as you didn't get your needed caffeine intake for the day as bucky was dragging you out the door to the museum.

You look at him through your eyelashes, he still looks like he's going to break down any second.

“Are you a zombie?”

“What?”

You set the cup down. “You died. So you must be a zombie. I can't believe I'm soulmates with a stalker zombie.”

Bucky's lip quirks up. You're such a dork, he thinks. He almost laughs, it more or less came out as an amused scoff. “I'm not a zombie, I didn't die.”

“Museums these days… always spreading fake information,” you mumble into your cup, taking a quick sip. Bucky smiles, slightly.

“No, I…” bucky trails off, you keep up with the jokes yet you give him a comforting, understanding look. “I fell off a train in the war, I was supposed to die.” bucky catches his breath, talking shouldn't be this hard. “I didn’t, Hydra found me and put me on ice.”

Your eyes perk up in understanding, “like Captain America, right? So why are you on the run then?” bucky looks down, and both of your hands are cupped around your drink. He wants to grab it.

“I'm not Captain America, I did a lot of bad things when Hydra had me. I killed…” Bucky trails off, and memories of Hydra came back to him. All he hears is the sound of guns, and all the blood, he can still smell it. The electricity buzzed in his head as Hydra did their best to strip everything from him, take everything out of him, and then put it back in. bucky can see it all.

You grab his hand and it stops, he just feels you. Your hands are so warm and he wants to cry suddenly. “You don't have to tell me, I do know about Hydra. They did fucked up shit, I know. I'm sure whatever you had to do, wasn't your fault.”

You lean in. too close. your hand raises to his face and you wipe away a stray tear. Had he been crying?

Bucky lets out an unsteady breath. He can do this, you deserve an explanation. Bucky repeats in his head. He squeezes your hand gently. “They turned me into an assassin, they gave me a mission, and… I did it. I didnt know who I was before, but I didn’t... I didn’t know anything. I just knew my target.”

Your eyes are focused on him. “They had me on ice for most of it, like steve, that's why I don't remember anything. It's all so… foggy. I was sent on a mission and when I completed it I got put back under.”

“And when they needed me again, they'd just bring me back up again.”

“Like I was leftover food for them.”

You don't speak, you didnt dare to right now. Bucky's eyes were filled with anxiety as he watched you process the information. Your eyes fell, and you fiddled with your coffee cup. He saw you bite your lip again, he wanted to remind you not to. But the comment was lost in his throat. Bucky felt sick.

Say something. Please.

Your eyes glance at the silver metal shining between the cuff of his jacket and glove, something shines in your eyes, Bucky’s not quick enough to catch it before you're looking down again. Bucky is now convinced he ruined things on the first day of actually knowing you. He feels like he's going to throw up. Bucky is uncomfortable in his seat and suddenly the fresh warm air of the cafe makes him feel like he's suffocating. He goes to leave and never looks back, but your quicker this time. Grabbing his metal wrist before he gets the chance to stand. Bucky doesn't flinch this time.

“Buck, sit down.” you look at him now. “I don't hate you, calm down.”

He gulps. “You're scared of me though.”

“No.”

Bucky blinks at you, once, twice. “Why. I've killed so many-”

“Don't do that, bucky.” you shook your head at him. “Don't do that to yourself. I'm not dumb, you were a prisoner of war, a victim. You had no choice.”

A victim… he hadn't heard that word be used to describe him.

Bucky's throat goes dry. His leg bounces under the table, he can't look at you. Bucky's eyes dart to the clock. Tick, tick, tick… the door. The other door. He feels trapped.

You whisper, “bucky.”

Your name is the only thing that manages to escape Bucky’s lips. He sniffles, “Listen, I’m sor-”

��Hey, guys! Everything okay over here?”

Emma's cheering voice interrupts Bucky, you both flinch back and your hand retracts from Bucky’s hand. He feels cold. Bucky's cold hand wipes away any extra tears left. You mumble a quick response, and a few thank you’s and she left a muffin in front of you. Bucky hears her footsteps receding. He should have heard her coming up, when did he get so useless? That could have been an enemy and, boom. He's dead.

You push the blueberry muffin in front of bucky. “You like blueberries?” bucky looks at you, the muffin, back to you. Your lips are in a straight line, but your eyes are smiling.

“Plums.”

You were caught off-guard. “What?”

“I like plums.”

You hum in response and split the muffin in two. One for you and one for bucky.

The next hour is mostly silent, bucky ordered a coffee of your recommendation. Well, more like you ordered it for him and guilt-tripped him into drinking it. It was sweet. You ordered another large cup and bucky takes a mental note to make you drink more water in the future. Your hands grasp your coffee and a book, he wants to hold it again. He wonders what it would feel like to hold you, all of you.

He looks at the crossword puzzles you stole from the back for him. How could he possibly do a crossword puzzle when you're sitting in front of him? Bucky would glance up at you and he'd catch you looking at him, he looks away, and vice versa. Bucky is not shy, but sometimes he just gets nervous. How could you not? I mean, just look at you.

Your book falls from your grasp. “I don't want to intrude, but you are my stalker so I think I'm allowed to just a little.” bucky rolls his eyes. Your tone turns more serious “Just tell me if I am intruding though…”

Bucky doesn't respond and lets you speak. You're hoping you are not going into a sensitive area. “How did you get out… is that why you're on the run?”

Bucky inhales sharply. His eyes flutter. A simple no was all he could push out. You don't know bucky well, but the look he's sporting is enough for you to stop asking any more questions.

The clock reads 9:30. Shit.

“Fuck. work, I forgot about work.” you stand from your chair abruptly, the wooden chairs scraping against the floor. “I- we gotta go.”

I have nowhere to go, bucky thinks quickly. Before standing up with you, he doesn't say anything.

Grabbing both of your cups and chucking them in the trash, before returning the books to the counter. Bucky just stands there awkwardly, watching you. You notice and mumble a quick, “stalker” under your breath. Bucky pushes back a small grin. You gab his metal hand, covered by a glove, and push something into his hand. a key?

Bucky's eyebrows furrow but before he can get anything out. “You can't possibly think I’ll feel good knowing my soulmate is out on the run, probably sleeping behind some dumpster like a raccoon?”

“My roommate doesn't get home till tomorrow, and use the door his time!”

And with that, you’re speed-walking out, a soft jingle from the door as it closes. Bucky stands dumbfounded in the middle of the cafe as he blankly stares at the key in his gloved palm. His legs feel like jello. A soft cough from behind bucky brings him back to earth, it's the old man.

“Don't break their heart, I may be old and..” the old man, you said his name was Gary, looks bucky up and down. “...you may be big, but I'm sure I got a good right hook in here somewhere.”

Bucky feels warm and normal. Like he was a 15-year-old boy meeting his date's dad again. Bucky nods.

“I promise I will keep ‘em safe.”

tag list; @i-l-y-3000 @ivywasmaroon @waywardcrow @alana4610 @ozwriterchick @slytherinambitious @wintermischief

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky fic #sebastian stan #bucky x female reader #bucky fluff #sebastian stan x reader

150 notes · View notes

socialmediaevans · 2 years

Text

END GAME | 05 - chris evans x reader social media au

liked by chrishemsworth and others

chrisevans trying to see if she got it right 😂

view 30.378 comments

chriscaptain WHO? WHO IS SHE??

⤷ marvel2000 of course it must be @theofficialyn

jessicaalba man I miss you LOL

ynmarathon you know who was golfing today too right?! 😏 they fuckin’

⤷ queenyn2 hey thats not a nice language!

⤷ evansbros you guys celebrities go golding all the time, as far as we know they could be in different places…

⤷ alltoochrissy sometimes you guys pretend not to see…. evansbros u aware that there are pictures of them together all around already, right?

⤷ princyln and he was checking her out sm 😋🥰 they looked amazing

selenagomez idk why but these pictures are so damn funny LMAO

⤷ selandyn yall talking about yn but what about these two!!!

⤷ believeinurl i miss jelena :(

⤷ ynstarcrossed these interactions are so funny I wanna thank yn and chris for making the internet go absolutely insane

theofficialyn FIY I did get it right and I also won!!! 👑

⤷ chrisevans you won one round out of ten, sweetheart

⤷ theofficialyn fine but at least I didnt google what FIY means, grandpa

⤷ chrisevans aye she feisty 😂😂

⤷ fan200 I AM SOBBING THEYRE DEF DATING

⤷ queenyn its been what three months since they became friends?!

⤷ multiversions the way I just KNOW that theyre having good s** 🗣🗣🗣

⤷ ariandyn1 omg you guys are gross shut up multiversions!

liked by avaduvernay and others

theofficialyn todays fit 💙

view all 11.200 comments

yncolombiafans oh to be this pretty

randomdistr is this a male shirt?!

⤷ notourbae omg you guys are so crazy its literally a two set, you reading too much into it let her be!

chrisevans 😍

⤷ captainverso bro hes so whipped LOL

⤷ queenyn3 first you call her sweetheart then you comment heart eyes on her picture and you expect me not to create expectations?! honey you just got the whole world having it as a pet

⤷ evanscity yn didnt even reply him 🤡 she doesn’t deserve him

haileybieber this watch and those bracelets are 🔥

⤷ bieberworld Its so funny how yn is literally the peace maker, like shes friends with everyone even with those who dont talk with each other 🗣

⤷ theofficialyn got it from this blonde pretty friend I have 🥰💕

⤷ greatfans she works with everyone like omg to be this sucessfull

chrisworldevans its funny how everyones going crazy but at the end of the day theyre just friends

⤷ ynsummer says who?

liked by sunshine234 and others

thetimegossip and they were together yet again!!!! stylist yn and actor chris evans has been friends for a couple of months now but for some reason fans and even their banter at each other’s posts tells us otherwise…maybe its more than a friendship and that was the atmosphere at the gold club today according to by standers. some fans told that they were very touchy. these two been cooking the internet and everyone seems to be about to blow 🔥

view all 9.892 comments

chrisfan she looks awful in this picture

worldofthemakeupss Im glad there arent many pics of them today taken without consent, let them be

#black!reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans social media au #chris evans x reader #famous!reader #social media au #chris evans x y/n #steve rogers imagine

175 notes · View notes

haknom · 2 years

Note

hii!! i just read your newest jeonghan x reader fic and it was so cute!! <3 but i wanted to inform you that you used "yoon-ssi" and using just the last name with "ssi" is actually really rude in korean 😅 while "ssi" does in a way translate to mr. or mrs. it’s very important to use the full name! so it would have to be "yoon jeonghan-ssi" (or "jeonghan-ssi" in a more casual setting / if they’re close but that’s irrelevant here skdhsk) just a little fiy, i hope i didn’t come of as rude or anything!

ahhh thank you for letting me know!!! i fixed the issue to yoon jeonghan instead if that’s better? but tysm ❤️ sorry though :((

1 note · View note

drama--universe · 10 months

Text

Overworked

Requested by @sssejal: Hey! I have a suggestion for lu si cheng from falling into your smile. So like, he has a crush on her and she's overworking herself, he notices and tries to convince her to take a break but she faints and when she wakes up, he scolds her concerned and let's it slip he loves her and the rest of the team overhears and teases them. From his pov probably. I'm a big fan of yours and I totally understand if you aren't able to write it. P.S. English isn't my first language so I apologise if there r mistakes.

Pairing: Lu Si-Cheng x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k words

"Can't you take a break for once?" He watches as you roll your eyes in an over dramatic manner, snatching the pen from his hands.

Si-Cheng was worried, that was clear to anyone in the room. It hadn't been long since you had joined the team as another manager, Xiao Rui had a bit too much work to do on his own and needed a second manager. Yet now, it was almost like you were doing all the work. No matter when he saw you, you were always holding some papers and writing stuff down constantly. He never saw you not work, even when eating dinner when everyone. At this moment, he could see you working in the corner of the room while everyone was practicing. You were sat on your usual couch chair, legs pulled up and your papers on your knees. You were scribbling away on the papers, eyes focused on the letters. However, your eyes were closing and your head was falling every few seconds before you woke up again and continued to work. So he got up from behind his computer and made his way over to you, dropping himself beside you. You looked up from your papers, confused as to why he sat beside you, and raised an eyebrow at him to indicate that you were waiting for his question. Instead, he just plucked the pen from your hand and dangled it just out of reach.

"Unless you don't want to get paid, I have to clock in all your hours." You gave a curt smile before focusing back on your papers with a soft sigh. Si-Cheng took the hint and moved away, although he wasn't less worried. If anything, he was worried even more.

He kept his eye on you for the next few days, paying even more attention to what you did and how you fell asleep almost constantly, only to force yourself awake. He was sure that you only got a few hours of sleep, not nearly close enough to the necessary 8 hours, and it worried him to no end. Even when they headed to competition, he couldn't focus his mind on anything else except for you. He noticed that you started swaying on your feet during check-in, eyes shutting ever so often before opening as you tried to find balance again. You practically acted like a fresh born deer, waddling around while trying not to fall every few seconds. And just when Si-Cheng decided that it was enough, he watched your eyes roll back while all the muscles in your body relaxed. The next scene happened in slow motion as he watched your body fall to the ground, turning just enough so you wouldn't face plant, and Si-Cheng launched himself in your direction. The notebook and pen that you held loudly clattered to the ground, a noise that was quick to catch everyone's attention while Si-Cheng just focused on catching you. His arms wrapped around you and he fell first with you on top of him, still unconscious. He called your name a few times, hoping you would respond to the calls while Xiao Rui called for the medics in the mean time. Everyone was pushed out of the room as medics checked your condition, only Si-Cheng remained as he explained the past occurrences of your tiredness. Luckily, that was all it was and you regained consciousness not even minutes later. The medics left and Si-Cheng only sighed before launching into his scolding.

"Don't you know how to take a break? Everyone was worried, I was worried! You've been like this for weeks, I've told you to rest and you just ignored me!" You winced slightly at the sound of his booming voice, the volume he spoke at was not one you usually heard. He barely yelled, he was usually very laid back and didn't see any use in getting angry.

"Why do you care so much? You act like my mother...." "I'm sure she's lovely, but that's not the point. You need to stop destroying your body, it hurts me to see you like that." He asked and you could spot the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke, but also the shock when you dared to ask why.

"How would you feel if you see someone you love destroy themselves for weeks?!" He didn't mean to say it out loud, it was meant to stay in his head and yet his mouth had other plans. The words flooded from his lips without any hesitation, which only made him blush red as he realized this.

"I hate it! And yet I have to watch you do the same everytime competition comes around! You stay up till 2 am and then dare to complain about being tired! It's the same thing." You complained back to him, not watching what you say and the words probably didn't register in Si-Cheng's mind. He was too focused on the fact that you practically confessed to liking/loving him back or at least that was what he hoped.

"You didn't hear anything I said, did you?" "You like me back?" He questioned and you couldn't help but slap your hand against you forehead in absolute disappointment. Yet he sat before you with a goofy smile and eyes staring straight into yours like a cat would do. It was quite cute as he awaited your answer, it didn't really seem to matter what you said anyways as he would only accept a yes to his question. You just nodded before turning around and laying down again with your back facing to him.

"Hey, you can't just drop that on me and sleep!" He whined and you turned your head to face him, raising your index finger to your lips before shushing him.

"Doctors told me to sleep, be quiet." You said before turning again while trying to ignore the giggles that came from behind the door. You weren't going to deal with that, Si-Cheng was an adult who could handle some adult-children. The door creaked open not even seconds later and you could hear K say something to Si-Cheng with, no doubt, a smirk on his face. The teasing continued thanks to Lao Mao and Tong Yao, who were both relentless with their jabs towards Si-Cheng. You were just enjoying it, knowing that Si-Cheng was probably blushing while trying desperately to remain stoic as usual.

One peak from your pillow could confirm that matter. Then again, so did the fact that Si-Cheng soon sat by you while hiding his face in one hand and using his other to hold your hand. The term girlfriend fell of his lips with ease and you almost wanted to sit up and smack him, but decided against it quickly as the teasing returned even harsher than before.

However, you couldn't fight of the growing smile on your face. Neither could Si-Cheng, after all he just got the girl he has been crushing on for years.

#Falling into your smile #Falling into your smile x reader #Falling into your smile lu si cheng x reader #Falling into your smile lu si cheng #Fiys #fiys x reader #Fiys lu si cheng #Fiys lu si cheng x reader #lu si cheng x reader #lu si cheng #lu sicheng x reader #lu sicheng #x reader #reader insert #request

105 notes · View notes

illneverrecover · 5 years

Text

fade into you | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader ➛genre: CEO!Taehyung, Boss!Taehyung, smut, fluff, pwp. ➛word count: 2084 ➛rating: explicit/mature ➛warnings: cursing, slight exhibition, fingering, very light choking, marking, unprotected sex, sex with feelings because Tae is a big softie. ➛summary: You were already sleeping with your boss (at the office, no less). Why not marry him as well? ➛notes: This is dedicated to the sweet & always lovely @la-vie-en-tae in celebration of her birthday. Happy birthday, Cara! I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for always being so sweet & supportive! Also, this can be read as a continuation of a previous drabble of mine, Golden, but it’s not necessary to read it first. This is just basically porn with very minimal plot, just like mama likes it. ➛song: What is Love - EXO // Fade Into You - Sam Palladio and Clare Bowen

Meetings were the absolute worst.

They were always so dull, everyone shuffling around the table just to faux interest in whatever the topic may be and sneak glances at their cell phones under the table. The best part of yours was usually staring at your otherworldly attractive boss; the way his large hands would engulf the edge of the dark wood table, the tight strain of white crisp button down against the expanse of his golden chest, his intense amber stare as he scrutinized and took in every word shared.

You would get lost in him for the entirety of the meeting, eyes never leaving his lean form as he prowled around the room in his perfectly cut suit. He was a sight to be seen, and it was one of the best excuses to stare at him for 60 to 90 consecutive minutes without having to worry about any judgement.

However, today, your little game was different.

Because now when you looked at him, all you could think about what happened the day before. The way he had grasped at your thighs before sliding you up onto his desk, dropping to his knees. The way he nipped and bit at your inner thigh until you were muffling moans with your hand, the other tangled deep into midnight tresses. All you could see in your minds eye as you tried to focus on the man before you was the look on his face when he asked you to marry him, when he slid himself into you so hard that his teeth clattered before he lost himself to the pleasure and the crook of your neck.

Groaning, you cross and uncross your legs, trying to give yourself any form of relief - trying, and failing. This man had just fucked you so hard that your vision was still blurry days later, and yet you were still enraptured with all of the ways he could push you up onto this very table, claim you as his own in front of God and everyone.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at the slight movement, gaze dragging from your calves up to your apex slowly, licking his lips when he finally lands on your eyes. Arousal swims low in your belly, and you’re positive that you’re already so fucking wet that he would be able to just slide right inside of you with a single thrust.

Why did he have this power over you? What kind of demon was he?

Well that answer you did know. He was your personal demon. He was yours.

You hadn’t believed him when he first uttered the words, soft and needy against the column of your throat. Why would you? He was the CEO of this company, and you were just some nobody. Sure, a nobody he had been seeing for a few months, but that’s it. Nothing special, no grand titles or lofty aspirations. Just white hot chemistry and a deeper connection than you had anticipated with your boss.

And yet you knew, he wanted you. He only wanted you.

Letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, you chance a look up at him as he continues his languid pace, a caged tiger in a glass case. His molten stare was on yours, on every single rise of your chest, and you could feel yourself drenching the thin fabric of your panties. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. You’d take him right here, company be damned-

“That’s all for today. Thank you all for coming, you’re dismissed - with the exception of Miss Y/N. Do you mind staying behind?”

You don’t bother answering, instead smiling with a quick bow, scanning the crowd as they filed out of the room.

Once you were alone, you wait for his next move, eyes watching his sultry stroll around the empty room.

“Was there something you needed from me, Mr. Kim?”

His answering growl had you shivering, and soon he was above you, palm cupping your jaw to tilt your gaze to his own. “There’s always something I need from you, love.”

His pupils were lust blown wide, impossibly black as he peered down at you. It had your throat tightening, swallowing difficult as air left your lungs like a summer breeze. “Oh yeah?” you simper, voice delicate and soft. “Like what?”

A tap at your chin had you rising before him, his arms snaking around your waist to press you hard against his chest. He nosed at your neck, breath hot as it ghosted your ear. “Well first, I need you to say yes to my proposal,”

You hum, eyes rolling back in your head as he nips at the lobe. “Then, I need you to marry me, to be my wife. Be by my side.”

A groan leaves your lips as he glides his way down to your chest, a small part of your brain reminding you that you were still in the conference room, surrounded by transparent walls in your place of employment. Even sleeping with the boss wouldn’t keep you safe from the rumors that would spread if you happened to be caught like this, yet somehow Taehyung always made you forget the risks.

“I already said yes to your proposal, you dork.” Head lolling forward, your hands clasp his cheeks and pull his face back in front of your own. “You have me, Taehyung. I’m yours,” you breathe, affection pouring from each word before your lips collide.

Taehyung always kissed you like he was starving, like sanctuary was only found alongside your tongue, soft and pliant and ready for him. Your knees shake at his passion, collapsing against his form and tugging at his collar so you could feel more, taste him deeper.

You whine when he pulls away, resisting the urge to yank him back to your mouth. A mischievous smirk was awaiting you when your eyes open.

“What, why did you stop? Is there something more?”

He chuckles, the sound gravelly and low, eyes dancing with mirth. “It just so happens there is. Are you willing to hear my proposition?”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, but nod anyway. When he still doesn’t continue, you sigh. “Yes, Mr. Kim.”

A cocky grin was the last thing you saw before your back was pressed to the chilled top of the table, legs dangling over the side. You gasp, moving to sit up until he was stepping between your thighs, letting them fall open to accommodate his form. His hands start tracing patterns down your ribs, landing on the border of your skirt.

He leans forward, mouth inches from your own. “I want you to let me take you right here, in this room. Let me claim you where anyone could see or hear,” he drawls, lips skimming the skin of your jaw. “Let me show them all that you are mine.”

Any protests die in your throat when he latches to your collarbone, nipping and biting until the skin bloomed beneath his ministrations. You knew you should tell him no, that this was not the time nor the place, but you were weak. Weak, enraptured, and completely in love with the man who was unraveling you in a conference room on a Wednesday.

“Yes,” you moan, hands digging into the hair at his nape. “Yes, please.”

You feel him smile against your chest, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse so you were exposed to his greedy mouth. Too impatient to completely undress you, he pushes the cups of your bra down until each pebbled nipple revealed. You squeal when his heated tongue laps at one, fingers expertly rolling the other until your back is arching and your cunt throbbing.

Throwing your head to the side, you notice something through the haze of your lust. “Taehyung,” you whimper, tugging at his hair until he meets your eyes. “Taehyung, what about the glass-”

“Don’t worry, love. At a press of a button, we can make the world disappear.”

Reaching into his suit pocket, he grabs a small remote, clicking it once before tossing it onto a nearby chair, the jacket soon following. The glass quickly fogs into an opaque white, leaving you hidden.

“When were you going to tell me that you could do that?” you pout, pulling yourself up to rest on your elbows. The man before you just gives you a shit eating grin, hands tugging to loosen his belt.

“When the time was right,” he murmurs, undoing his slacks until you could see his length straining against the black of his briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight, legs rising to circle his hips and pull him back towards you.

“You’re insufferable.”

He pushes you flat against the table, large palm pressing against the tender skin of your throat lightly before trailing down your body, leaving heat in his wake before his hands snake up your skirt. “You’re beautiful. And mine,”

He slides off your ruined panties quickly, like it pained him to be away from your center any longer than necessary. Trailing his fingers up your slit, he groans at the slick of your arousal. “I need to be inside you.”

His voice spurs you into action, your hands grasping to free his hardened length, giving the tip a gentle sweep of your thumb. “I need you too, Taehyung.”

You cry out his name when he finally pushes himself inside your heat, nails digging into his golden shoulders as you flush his body to yours. The burn of the stretch has you simpering, his cock splitting you wide as he slid home. He pauses, letting the pain ebb into pleasure, before slamming into you once more, pace feverish. His thrusts were ruthless, hips snapping into yours until the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin under a cacophony of moans.

Despite the assault, all you could think was that you wanted more, wanted him deeper. He was the sweetest poison, his body the most seductive weapon. His eyes never left your own, reverent and dripping with emotion as he watched your reactions to his touch; drinking them in. He was in your heart, in your arms, inside of you. Taehyung was completely under your skin and you weren’t sure where you end and where he begins - and yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Teeth sinking into his lip, you whine into his mouth when he brushes the tender spot inside of you, veins engulfing into flame when he continues to fuck into it until it forces your eyes close.

“Look at me.”

It was an order - or it was meant to be, but the softness of the words contradict the bite. You meet his gaze, all depthless amber, the band low in your gut poised to snap. “Look at me when you come on my cock.”

With a poignant grind of his pelvis, his words have you teetering over the edge, his name spilling out as you reach your peak. He fucks you through it, undulating slowly until your body slows its shivering and your walls stop squeezing against him.

Humming, he leans down to press his lips against yours before picking up his pace, murmuring praise through your over sensitivity. He was close and you could tell, and the idea of him giving into his desires to finish inside of you had you clenching.

“I love you,” you whisper, leaning forward to suckle at the juncture of his shoulder, wanting to leave something of yourself visible on him, too. “Come for me.”

His fingers are bruising when they grasp your hips, steadying so he could slam into you harder. Curses mix with broken sounds of your name as he finally spills inside your aching core, forehead pressed to your own. He stutters through a few more pumps, making sure every drop of his seed remained deep inside before stopping, collapsing against you.

Automatically your hands raise to card through his sweat tinged locks, pulling him until he was nuzzled tightly against you. As the lust wore off, you feel the sharp edges of glass digging into your thighs, the way your ribs ached against the unforgiving wood of the conference table - but with Taehyung, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You never could.

“So,” he pants, tongue wetting his lips. “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”

You laugh then, chest heaving until you could feel the low rumbles of him joining you, plump lips grinning against flushed skin.

“Of course, Mr. Kim.”

1K notes · View notes

lycheepocketwitch · 2 years

Text

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: losing your two closest friends wasn’t a great way to start sophomore year, but the good thing about friends is that you can always make new ones. plus, like the saying goes, “if you love someone, set them free. if they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”

warnings: implied alcohol consumption, underage drinking, vomiting, use of the expression “social suicide”, allusions to coming out

word count: 9.5k

a/n: we delve more into the cliques in this chapter! just an fiy, some people will fit into more than one clique (like thor and sam) because i feel like that’s accurate to real life cliques, at least in my experience. and you’ll likely disagree with which clique i associated the characters with, but i decided to have some fun with it. also, i imagined the cafeteria to be like the one in high school musical, but with a light blue and grey color scheme.

translation:

pchelka (пчёлки): little bee

series masterlist | main masterlist | also on ao3

Finding a place to sit in the cafeteria was the last thing you thought you’d have to worry about going into sophomore year. You always sat with Wanda (and at first, Pietro too) in the same area, but now both of them were in the popular kids’ corner and you were lost, probably looking absolutely pitiful just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria.

Sersi would surely welcome you at her table, but she was sitting alone with Dane. You already had to sit through club meetings with Dane making googly eyes at Sersi every time she so much as breathed in his direction. You did not need to subject yourself to that while eating lunch, and you were certainly not going to thirdwheel on your own volition.

If you thought the dancers were too much, then the theater kids’ table wasn’t even part of your considerations. You could hear Kingo and Fandral reenact dramatic scenes from random plays even from the other side of the cafeteria. You would only survive if Loki, the calmer one of the group, was present, but he chose to sit with the emo kids today. And other than Loki and Druig, the emo kids scared you too much. You never knew if they were just being broody at the world or if they disliked your presence.

One of your last options was the brainiacs’ corner, but your sole connection to them, Darcy Lewis (your biology lab partner last year) had decided to spend her lunch with her stoner friends instead and they weren’t your preferred group to hang out with. As attractive as Valkyrie was and as funny as Luis was, you had to sit next to Peter Quill for most of your classes last year and you couldn’t handle spending one more second around him. You were positive that if he asked you another bizarre “would you rather” question (“Would you rather date someone who’s half fish from their waist up, or half fish from the waist down?”) like he did every time he was bored, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from smacking him on the head.

“Oi!” yelled a boy from behind you, making you jump. You turned around in time to see Makkari hit Druig in the chest. “Are you just going to stand there or find a seat?”

“Sorry, about him,” she signed, her features softening when she looked back at you.

“All good,” you replied, shaking your head and moving out of the pair’s way.

Right as they walked past you, Druig turned back around, tilting his head as he asked, “You comin’ or what?” At the incredulous look you gave him, he raised his hand to stop you, “Please don’t give me the ‘me?’ look. You know I’m talking about you. Now, come on unless you want to eat with the stoners and the skaters. I heard Strange and Lewis managed to convince Quill that the gummy worms they gave him are new Lactaid pills in gummy form and he’s going to chug every milk carton he can find.”

You never moved away from their table faster.

“Why aren’t you sitting with your girlfriend? Lovers’ quarrel? Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise already?” Druig inquired once you settled down at his and Makkari’s table.

“Wanda and I aren’t dating,” you retorted and couldn’t help the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Why the hell were you blushing?

“I’m not talking about your ex, Lothario,” he scoffed. “I’m talking about Danvers.”

“Carol Danvers?” you asked, dumbly. The eye roll Druig gave you was fair. Which other Danvers would he be talking about? In your defense, the events of the past summer had kind of thrown you in for a loop and you were just now readjusting to your new normal.

You could see why he would’ve mistaken you and Wanda to be a couple. You were inseparable during freshman year, everyone knew that. But Carol Danvers? You ran in two completely different circles.

“Are you not dating Carol?” Makkari asked, or you assumed that’s what she asked. You only caught the negative and dating signs. Fingerspelling was still the bane of your existence, or the speed at which it was executed anyways.

Seeing you shake your head, Druig tsked, “Told you it was a classic case of meaningless high school gossip.”

“Do people think Carol and I are dating?”

“Have you noticed the staring?” Makkari chuckled, subtly pointing to people around you with her chin.

You had been so in your head about the whole situation with the twins that you had only noticed the stares about halfway into 2nd period, and you had assumed it was because you and Wanda were no longer joined at the hip. Now, you were starting to question the validity of your previous assumptions.

“Why would people even think we’re dating?” Unfortunately, the pair’s knowledge didn’t extend that far.

You were nobody next to Carol Danvers, and you meant that in the least self-deprecating way possible. You liked that you could get lost in the crowd. You didn’t have to worry about maintaining your nonexistent reputation. Nobody looked twice as you daydreamed and pretended you were walking to teach your office downtown rather than heading to your first period math class. You were likely one of the last people to be associated with the captain of the basketball team.

You turned your attention to the jocks’ tables where the blonde athlete was sitting on the staircase, leaning back on her propped elbows while she spoke to Okoye. As if feeling you watching her, her eyes snapped to you and before you could look away, she sent you a wink accompanied by a smirk.

“You know, it’s not good to lie,” Druig reprimanded jokingly.

“I’m not dating Carol,” you sputtered, a little louder than you’d intended. You cringed as a few heads turned your way, followed by some snickering.

If someone had told you that this was how your sophomore year would go, you would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, this was just the beginning of your unsolicited and unwanted reputation as the school’s sapphic Don Juan.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

“What about tomorrow before school then?” the blonde girl suggested, pulling your attention away from Wanda and the cheerleaders at the end of the hallway walking in your direction.

You were doing a really poor job at helping this new student out. To be fair, it wasn’t even supposed to be your job. Sersi was the one who had been tasked with welcoming her, but she underestimated how hectic her schedule was despite it only being the second week of school. You weren’t that surprised though, what with the fact that she was the president of the art club, a member of the creative writing club, a reporter for the school paper, a member of model UN, and the historian for the student council. If there was a superlative for busiest student, it would be her.

When you had arrived that morning, the junior student practically collided into you before she frantically explained to you that she forgot she had a meeting with Mr. Heimdall for the mini art gallery. She’d asked you if you had 10 minutes to spare before homeroom and the moment she heard you start to utter out a “yes”, she pushed you into the direction of the administrative offices.

“Sorry, I can’t. I have to spend all my breaks these next two days to help prepare the gallery on Wednesday.”

“Would you be down to meet up a little before school starts or even stay a little later after?”

“I live kind of far…” you winced thinking about waking up earlier to catch the bus, “and after school, I have art club meetings on Wednesday and work on Thursday. I’m free Friday though!”

“Busy as a bee, aren’t you,” Yelena remarked and shook her head, amused. “I can’t this Friday because my parents want to have a family dinner together. They think my sister has been out and about too much and they haven’t seen her all summer.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm nervously. You were really regretting accepting to help Sersi out with Yelena’s orientation.

“Ah, no need to apologize,” she assured you as she waved her hand. “You already told me most of the stuff I need to know. Touring the whole school is a bit unnecessary… and time-consuming if you ask me. I can just text my sister if I need anything, and there’s signs in every hallway anyways. I should be fine.”

Her sister went to this school? To your knowledge, she was the only Belova at SHIELD.

Just as you were about to ask Yelena who her sister was, Pepper stopped in front of you and directed what you could only describe as a fake smile to the new sophomore. “You’re Yelena Belova, right? I’ve heard so much about you,” she drawled.

“I’ve literally just stepped foot into this place less than an hour ago,” Yelena deadpanned, quirking her eyebrows.

“Anything related to Romanoff spreads like wildfire,” she said, to which Yelena stiffened. “Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I heard you also did gymnastics when you were younger, and tryouts for this season passed, but I could talk to coach and I’m sure she’d be willing to make an exception for you just like they did for me and your sister. We’d love to have you join our family.”

Holy shit, you had no idea Natasha Romanoff had a sister. Granted she was quite secretive. All you knew about her was that she used to be a cheerleader, but she was now only part of the dance team.

“Ah so, you’re Pepper. No offense, but what makes you think I’d want to join your team when my sister quit your squad the second you became captain?”

Pepper’s face fell faster than companies removing their rainbow logos the moment the clock hits midnight on July 1st. You heard Mantis and Wanda snicker until Laura nudged them, urging the new recruits to stop before Pepper reprimanded them. To her credit, Pepper pulled herself together almost as quickly as Yelena managed to tear down her confidence. “Well, if you change your mind, the offer still stands,” Pepper said. Whatever else she continued to say was lost on you when you started to focus on Wanda instead.

For the first time since the incident on the first day of school, you let yourself take in the sight of Wanda in her cheer uniform. Your eyes traveled from her bare legs that had gained a tan over the summer, all the way up to her collarbones against which laid her gold and red pendant necklace. Your freshman self was right. Wanda looked damn good in her uniform.

You thought you’d been quick and discreet enough in your indulgence, but Wanda had already caught you red-handed. You quickly averted your eyes to the other cheerleaders, relief immediately flooding your system when you realized everyone else was still paying attention to Pepper.

Ogling Wanda like a shameless and horny teenager wasn’t your best moment, never mind the fact that this was your ex-best friend. The last thing you needed was for the new girl to think you were some sort of perv.

“I hope you don’t undress all the girls you find attractive with your eyes, little bee, because if that’s the case, I’m afraid we can’t be friends,” Yelena commented nonchalantly once the cheerleaders were out of earshot.

“I’m not attracted to her,” you stammered, wide-eyed.

“So, you admit you were undressing her with your eye.”

“No! I–I wasn’t! I just–”

Yelena broke out into a fit of laughter seeing you scrambling to justify yourself. “I like you, little bee,” she said as she regained composure. “I feel like we’ll get along just fine.”

“I’m not sure I like you,” you grumbled, but did a poor job at hiding your lips stretching out into a smile.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

After the emotional turmoil that was the fallout with the twins, Yelena was a breath of fresh air. She was so easy to be around, never failing to make people smile. Very few people could genuinely say they disliked her. She was funny, friendly and warm. Even Pepper couldn’t hold a grudge against Yelena, not when she was the only one who stood up to Brock Rumlow when he made some disgusting comment about her cheerleading uniform highlighting her assets (emphasis on assets).

By the second semester, Yelena was regularly being invited to parties that the popular kids threw. Admittedly, being Natasha Romanoff’s sister helped propel her up the social ladder, but that wasn’t something she was particularly partial to.

“Belova,” Vision called out while Yelena was busy telling Druig why she thought, out of all the possible pairs at SHIELD, they would be the most likely to survive if they lived in a world similar to Minecraft. “Belova,” he repeated and cleared his throat, evidently frustrated. Vision belonged to that group of few people who didn’t get along with Yelena.

“Oh, Vision, hi there,” she said, as if she hadn’t realized he was waiting to get her full and undivided attention. Resting her elbows on the round cafeteria table, she clasped her hands together so she could rest her chin on her knuckles as she waited for him to continue.

Ever since you’d told her about what happened between you and Wanda, she’d grown wary of her and anyone who associated with her. Naturally, when Wanda and Vision started dating shortly before homecoming, her distrust extended to Tony’s younger brother. Even after you told her that this was something you could deal with on your own, Yelena insisted that she didn’t dislike them just because you did. (“I can’t stand them because they… look stupid together,” she’d told you. “He’s so damn tall. Whenever they kiss, he looks like a giant pigeon pecking for food on the ground.”) You didn’t believe her, but you were grateful you had her by your side, even if it was over something petty.

“You’re invited to our Valentine’s party at my house this Friday,” he said and took a glimpse at you as he added, “and you can bring a plus one.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in orgies,” she replied with a straight face and… did she sign the last part? The giggle erupting from Makkari sitting to your right, as well as her subtle thumbs up, indicated that she did in fact sign that last part.

Makkari wasn’t the only one who enjoyed Yelena’s little remark. Bruce had his head down with his eyes closed while his shoulder shook just ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Rhodey snorted and gave Yelena a look that you could only describe as him thinking “that was a good one.”

Wanda, however, wasn’t as pleased and Vision even less. You noticed his stance falter until Wanda, snuggled under his right arm, placed her hand on his chest and subtly rubbed her thumb in small circles. For some reason, the sight made you want to hurl. You shifted your attention to the jocks’ area where Steve and M’Baku were passing a football between them (you briefly wondered why they kept doing that when a teacher would inevitably tell them to stop because they weren’t allowed to throw balls inside school, outside of the gymnasium).

“It’s not… an orgy,” Vision elaborated, flushing slightly at the mention of such a lewd activity. “We’re just hosting a Valentine-themed party. So, I wanted to come over here to let you know you and your girlfriend are invited.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Yelena scoffed and you didn’t even have to look to know that the newcomers were all staring at you.

“But people said you were dating.”

“Well, those people are wrong. We’re not dating,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You could still come, Yelena. There will also be singles in attendance and you could meet someone you want to hook up there. Your sister’s supposedly coming as well.”

“Listen, I may not be biologically related to Natasha, but there’s no way in hell I’m hooking up with my sister,” Yelena said, earning herself the same reactions as earlier.

“That’s not– You know what, never mind,” he sighed and started to walk away.

“What? Well, do you still want me to attend your sex party?” Yelena asked, raising her voice as Vision and his friends got further away from your table. Someone howled at her words while Vision just stopped in his tracks and glared at her before continuing to march away. In his escape, you didn’t miss the way Wanda glared in your direction. What did you do? You didn’t even say anything.

Wanda still somehow managed to mess with your head despite having basically cut off all communication since last summer. You hated that you still thought about her every now and then. Sometimes, it was just innocent, harmless, like when you wondered what she was doing that weekend. Other times, you had to actively stop yourself from thinking about how you thought her hair looked particularly good that day and how you wanted to run your fingers through her loose curls.

After this little interaction at lunch time, for the next week, your mind constantly drifted back to Wanda and Vision and how sick to your stomach you felt seeing her all pressed up against him. You had no say in whether or not you approved of Vision as her boyfriend. Even if you had, you didn’t have legitimate reasons to dislike the guy.

As far as you were concerned, he was the “perfect boyfriend” or so you’d heard. Hell, he’d found out from the cheerleaders that Wanda loved romance and chose to give Wanda a big homecoming proposal as an attempt to win her heart (which he seemingly did).

From the moment they started dating, he showered her with gifts. Apparently, he had given her a set of stretch-knit bamboo pajamas when he first slept over at her house because “a princess deserves the best comfort for her beauty sleep.” You had also heard that the Gucci purse Wanda now carried was a gift from Vision after she thought she’d lost her old one (she found it in an old bag about a week later). Then, for her birthday, he’d gifted her a Tiffany’s necklace similar to the one she always wore and that was slowly losing its shine from being worn so often. Beyond the ridiculously expensive gifts, you’d heard about how he brought her on equally lavish dates whenever he could and how he’d stick love notes in her locker every now and then. He also used to drive her to and from school before she and Pietro got their shared car for their 16th birthday last month. He was basically everything Wanda ever wanted in a partner.

You had to admit sometimes it felt like he was more like her bank account or her butler than her boyfriend, but whatever, she seemed happy, which was all you ever really wanted for her. Yet, you couldn’t help the anguish that arose when you saw him lean down to kiss her, when he made her laugh, when he was the one she looked for when she arrived at school. Why couldn’t that be you?

“Oh shit,” you whispered, frozen in place and effectively dropping the sour patch kid gummy back in the bag. Yelena briefly averted her eyes away from the Canadian figure skating duo participating in the ice dancing Olympic event on her laptop to catch your dumbfounded gaze.

“I knew you’d like them!” Yelena cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “Now you understand why I keep telling you that I’m not convinced they aren’t a couple in real life. I mean, just look at that chemistry.”

“That’s not–” you stuttered with unblinking eyes. “I think I like Wanda.”

“Not sure how that relates to Tessa and Scott,” Yelena mused as she paused the video.

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” you squeaked.

“Did we not already know this? I assumed this was common knowledge,” Yelena shrugged, popping another Kitkat bite into her mouth.

“Common knowledge?! You mean to tell me you knew I had a crush on Wanda?”

“Okay, I did not know it was a full-blown crush, but it was pretty obvious you thought she was hot. Do you not remember the first day we met?”

“I wish I could forget that,” you muttered, feeling embarrassed from being reminded about how you were checking the new cheerleader out in front of Yelena. It really wasn’t your finest moment.

“Hold on, if you didn’t know you at least found Wanda attractive, what the hell did you think that was about? Oh, pchelka, please don’t tell me you used to check her out even when you were friends.”

“I did not check her,” you contended. “I mean, sure, I’ve had thoughts about her hair smelling nice. And like, yeah, I’ve always found her hugs to be like a warm blanket. And I’ve also considered her giggles to be one of the cutest sounds in the world, but that’s normal. We had been best friends since we were little. I obviously like her and the little things about her.”

Yelena simply stared at you in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me. Do you hear yourself?”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with what I said,” you claimed indignantly. “It’s just the truth!”

“The gay truth, yeah,” Yelena snorted, and easily caught the pillow you threw her way.

Alright, so you may or may have had a crush on your childhood best friend-turned-enemy, but that was fine. You could deal with a crush. It wasn’t like you were in love with her or something. You’d be fucked in that case, but you could get over your crush. All you needed to do was stop thinking about her that way. And you needed to get over Wanda because there would be absolutely nothing good that could come out of your crush on her progressing into something more.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

You believed getting over would be an easy affair. After all, you weren’t even on talking terms and you never actively sought her out. Then, things started to take a turn.

It was like the moment you realized you had a crush on Wanda, she was everywhere you looked. She was browsing in one of the library aisles the same afternoon that you decided to stay after school instead of going home to study because it helped you focus. She sat in the row opposite yours in one of the computer labs one lunch when you went to finish a project (that was due later that day). You even nearly bumped into her in the art wing of the school once. What the hell was she doing there? It wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed there, but you’d never seen her there and you couldn’t think of a reason why she’d there. Although, you figured that you didn’t know her well enough to know all the ins and outs of her life anyways. Perhaps she did have a valid reason to be there and you were just bitter that she was unintentionally making it harder for you to get over your crush.

How could you move on if every time you saw her, your brain was flooded with thoughts like how the sunlight from the window by which she sat was shining down on her just perfectly and made her look like a goddess. You groaned as you slumped against the locker behind you, your head creating a loud thud as it hit the cold metal door. You had just finished your makeup test for phys ed, having missed the original one because of a dentist appointment (that you may or may not have purposefully scheduled to overlap with the time at which the rest of your class was doing the beep test).

“You okay?” a voice to your left asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasped, scrambling to stand up and face… Wanda, of course. “I thought I was alone.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. “So, are you okay or…?”

“Like you care,” you grumbled, removing your damp t-shirt in favor of the color block long sleeved polo you were wearing earlier.

“I do care,” she mumbled so quietly you almost missed it just like how you completely missed her eyes widened at your half-naked body before they shifted down to the bench instead while you continued to change out of your gym clothes.

“Yeah? Well, you sure have a weird way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding so broken.

As you looked back at her with one strap of your backpack on your shoulder, you caught those big emerald eyes staring back at you, almost pleading. You wanted to believe her. Crush or not, she was your best friend first. Just because she cut you loose didn’t mean those feelings just disappeared, even after all this time.

“What did I do to make you stop wanting to be friends?”

Had you had this conversation back in October, you would’ve still tried to salvage whatever was left of your friendship. Now, you just wanted closure, to help you move past your friendship and hopefully, your crush. You weren’t sure when the next time you’d get the chance to have a private conversation with her, or if there would even be a next time. This was your best and likely only chance to get closure.

“You didn’t do anything,” she responded and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve said that she looked disheartened to hear you say that about yourself. “You were… are the best friend anyone could ask for.”

“Then what, Wanda?” you asked, exasperated. “I’m getting mixed signals here. One second we’re like two peas in a pod, then you act like I don’t exist, and now you’re being all concerned about me.’”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, tightening her grip on her duffle bag. She must’ve had cheer practice earlier and took longer in the shower than the rest of the team. Under the open ice blue varsity jacket, you could see the uniform that got you in trouble the first day you met Yelena.

“The truth would be a great place to start,” you said, taking a step closer. For some reason, you expected Wanda to take a step back, but she stood firmly in place.

“I can’t,” she said weakly.

“Can’t or won’t” you challenged, taking another step forward.

“Can’t. Not yet.”

“Then when? If you think I’m gonna be on my deathbed waiting to hear why we stopped being friends when we were 15, then you’re seriously overestimating how much I care about this, about you.”

That seemed to have triggered something in her because for the first time in a very long time, she dared to look you in the eye, meeting your steely gaze with a fiery one of her own.

“Don’t lie. You care about me just as much as I care about,” she asserted, all trace of her previous timidity completely gone.

“Yeah? What makes you think that?”

“I know you,” she simply said, which riled you up to no end.

“You don’t know me, not anymore. You lost that privilege when you chose to leave me behind for popularity and treating me like dirt,” you growled, surprising both her and yourself. You were not the type to assert yourself in conflicts. You guessed getting closer to Yelena, Makkari and Druig helped you grow more of a backbone.

In your endeavor to finally get answers out of Wanda, you had been so focused on the other girl that you failed to realize how close you’d gotten to her. It was only now that you both stood silently facing each other that you noticed her lips being mere inches from yours. As though having the same thought as you, Wanda’s eyes drop down to your lips. You were breathing so heavily, you were sure she could feel it against her skin. If she was bothered by that, she gave you no indication of feeling that way. In fact, you swore you felt her lean in even closer.

Then, a loud bang from behind you startled you, pulling you away from Wanda.

“Wanda! Are you done yet?” one of the cheerleaders, who you believed was Gamora, shouted from the entrance of the locker room, a few locker rows away.

Wanda hastily walked further away, towards Gamora before the other cheerleader could make her way closer and see you. “Sorry,” she said in that sweet voice that sounded nothing like the Wanda you knew, “I was on my phone and got distracted.”

“Were you texting Vis?” Gamora teased.

Thankfully, you didn’t hear the rest of their conversation as they exited the room.

What the fuck just happened?

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

You would think that after whatever happened in the locker room, things would change between you and Wanda, but you were wrong. That wasn’t the only thing you were wrong about. Remember when you thought you weren’t in love with Wanda? Yeah, well, you wouldn’t say that you were in love with her, but there were definitely feelings there that exceeded those of a silly crush.

At least, from that day forward, it seemed like you saw Wanda less and less. Perhaps she was making more of an effort to avoid you, but you weren’t complaining. That wasn’t to say you didn’t see her at all though. SHIELD’s campus was not large for that.

You felt a nudge against your elbow. “What did you get for number 6?” Makkari asked.

You flipped the pages of your chemistry workbook until you realized you hadn’t done it yet. You rotated your fist in a clockwise motion on your chest with an apologetic smile, then showed her the blank answer box.

Yelena leaned over to check your progress only to cackle when she realized you were still at the first number, pushing Druig to do the same. “Getting distracted by the cheerleaders, aren’t we?” he teased. “Maybe we should’ve gone to the library instead.”

How were you to know that the cheerleaders were going to be decorating the cafeteria after school to prepare for spring spirit week?

You all went back to completing your homework and you tried your best to focus. Still you couldn’t help glancing back up at the group of girls on the opposite side of the cafeteria hanging up banners, paper streamers and other decorative items. Wanda was really the only one who captured your attention, but it made you feel better to just group her with the other cheerleaders. That way, you didn’t have to face the fact that you were imagining it was your shoulder she was resting her chin against instead of Sharon Carter’s.

Another nudge to your elbow, from the other side this time, pulled you out of your reverie. Yelena raised an eyebrow at you, probably to tell you that you were being way too obvious. She was the only one who knew about your little crush, but you still hadn’t told her about your little moment with Wanda. You wouldn’t know what to tell her anyways.

It wasn’t like you kissed. Though you’re pretty sure you would’ve if Gamora hadn’t interrupted… Right? You weren’t imagining that Wanda had leaned forward. She was totally going to kiss you, right?

Your mind was plagued with those questions the following week as you watched the cheerleaders chant about how the SHIELD Eagles were great while calling upon each cohort to join their cheers. Had you not been so in your head, you likely would’ve joined in on Yelena, Druig and Makkari’s snickering fest. The cheers were so goddamn corny. You felt bad for the ASL interpreter on the side who was trying to match their level of enthusiasm while signing.

You were resolute on the fact that you would rather take the subway to Union Square on the busiest summer day than repeat the pep rally cheers. Yet, Wanda was beaming as she jumped in the air and shook her pompoms. She looked like she was genuinely enjoying this experience. Just seeing her in such a euphoric state made your heart swell and you did your best to fight off the urge to grin at the scene.

Whatever progress you’d made to get over Wanda had been totally erased after your moment in the locker room. The only thing you looked forward to now was for the year to end so you could hopefully regain control over your feelings during the summer.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

“What do you mean the party’s tonight?” Yelena asked with her arms crossed. “Don’t you usually throw your end of the summer party the day before school starts?”

“Maria wants to save the last of the summer just for the two of us,” Natasha explained as she continued to set the bowls out on the kitchen island to pour out all the chips and candy from their bags.

“So, what? We’re just supposed to stay in my room?” Yelena pointed to you and her, and Natasha only shrugged.

“I never said you couldn’t join us. You’re the weirdos who never want to come out to parties.”

“Well, sorry for not seeing the appeal in being pressed up against random sweaty bodies.”

“Lena, it’s fine,” you said, tugging at her forearm and pulling her back towards the staircase, “it’s not like that’s not what we usually do.”

You had spent nearly every day of your summer vacation with Yelena. Your days were mostly spent in Manhattan since there was just more to do in the city than in Westview, but Yelena also got a cranky Natasha to drive her over to New Jersey many times over the course of the summer.

Alexei and Melina loved having you over. Unlike their daughters, you weren’t annoyed whenever Melina told you about her latest idea for a project while you waited for Yelena to get ready to go out or whenever Alexei asked you to come in the kitchen to taste test a recipe he was developing. Granted, you were fascinated by Melina’s job even though you rarely understand all the biomedical engineering jargon she used, and you had yet to taste something bad coming from Alexei’s kitchen. So, it wasn’t much of a hassle to let them indulge in their small quirks. Still, they never failed to remind Yelena and Natasha that “this is how our daughters should behave!”

Though, Yelena couldn’t complain about her parents preferring you over her because it was the same deal with your parents. To say your parents adored your new best friend would be an understatement. Your father constantly asked you when was the next time Yelena would come over so he could show her his latest artwork he’d completed only using stamps. Meanwhile, your mother would steal Yelena away to share yet another old vinyl from her collection that she thought she should listen to when she went home.

After the Maximoff fiasco last summer, your parents felt so helpless, seemingly unable to do anything to get their cheerful daughter back. They were so glad that you found a friend in Yelena who helped you through such a difficult time. They didn’t know the extent to which your relationship with Wanda had become more complicated throughout the year, but that didn’t matter, not anymore because that would soon be a thing of the past. Just a small bump in the road that you’d forget years from now.

In fact, spending the summer with Yelena and away from Wanda was exactly what you needed to get over her. Surprisingly, you managed to never bump into Wanda (or Pietro for that matter) the whole summer. It might have been due to the fact you only really stayed in Westview whenever you had a shift at the diner you started working at. Wanda and Pietro also likely respectively spent most of their days at the Stark mansion in Midtown and the Bartons’ apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant. So, there were very few opportunities for you to run into either of them, which you were thankful for.

Once you’d go back to school, things would probably be different. With Makkari finally agreeing to get on the track team, you would likely see Pietro whenever you went to support Makkari at track meets. Wanda still being a cheerleader meant that you would likely also see her around a lot based on the happenings of the previous year. However, after a whole summer apart, you didn’t expect that seeing them again would affect you the same way it did last year.

What you probably should’ve expected though, was that they’d show up to Natasha’s party and you’d come across at least one of them much sooner than you’d anticipated. While the popular kids often threw house parties, attending those were highly recommended if you wanted to stay up to date with all the happenings at school. However, there was a list of parties, according to Yelena, that if you missed, it was the equivalent of social suicide. And Natasha’s end of the summer bash was on that list.

“Whoever is in charge of the party playlist needs to be fired,” Yelena groaned, falling back on the mattress.

“Please, Lena, if you were the one who curated that playlist, it would’ve only consisted of 90% Lorde and Adele songs.”

“What’s wrong with Lorde and Adele?”

“Nothing, if you want to cry and or have an existential crisis,” you retorted while laughing at Yelena’s appalled expression. You then got off her bed to stretch your legs. It was now well past 10 PM and you’d spent the past 3 hours huddled up in Yelena’s bedroom. The last time you’d seen the outside of this bedroom was when you went to collect your pizza order right before Natasha’s first guests arrived, and your bladder was screaming at you to go to the bathroom.

The moment you stepped out of her bedroom, you were assaulted with the sound of the bass vibrating through your whole body. How your classmates hadn’t lost their hearing was beyond you. Though, if you were being honest, your hearing had probably also been damaged from the countless hours you spent with your earbuds playing music a little louder than you should.

You rearranged your shirt in the mirror after being done with your business and just as you shut off the light as you exited the bathroom, you caught the weight of another person colliding into you.

“You can’t be up here,” you repeated one of Natasha’s only party rules (the other ones being: don’t break shit and don’t puke on shit) until you realized it was a very intoxicated Wanda in your arms.

“Oh, hey sunshine,” she slurred, albeit it with a very goofy grin.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah, you know, ‘cause your favorite color’s yellow,” she explained, only maintaining her balance thanks to the death grip she had on your arm. “Bathroom downstairs’ busy. Help me to th’bathroom?”

You barely made it inside and Wanda started to empty her insides. You managed to redirect her head to the toilet bowl, but you already had some vomit on your feet. At least, it wasn’t as bad as Wanda’s skirt (or the floor).

“Wait,” Wanda rasped, grabbing your forearm when you started to leave her side after rinsing off your feet in the shower, “don’t go.”

“I should go get your boyfriend,” you explained, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to say judging from the way she cringed at the mention of Vision.

“Stay? Please?” she pleaded, those doe eyes enticing you once more to cave into her request.

“I’ll help you clean up,” you relented.

Cleaning up Wanda’s vomit off her skirt and the floor of Yelena’s bathroom was not how you envisioned one of the last days of your summer vacation, nor was bumping into Peter Quill on the way out of the bathroom with Wanda in tow.

“Oh, hey there–” he started, but stopped when he spotted who was following you out. Just your luck, right as there was a lull from the current song having ended and the next one being queued, he yelled out, “Holy shit! Wanda, you’re a lesbian, now?”

At the same time, Yelena exited her room, wondering what all the commotion was about. You could see the questions brewing in her mind as she took in the scene, but she quickly gathered herself and shoved him back in the direction of the stairs as she told him that he couldn’t be up here.

“Come on, I just need to use the bathroom. The one downstairs has been occupied for like ages,” he said. Yelena was having none of it and continued to block his way as she descended the stairs, pushing him to do the same. Peter being Peter, though, had to have the last word and from the bottom of the stairs, he shouted, “I totally knew you two were a thing! Good on you for coming out as a lesbian Wanda!”

Well, if your classmates hadn’t heard him the first time, they definitely had this time.

“You don’t have to go back down there,” you said, already sensing the dread building up in Wanda’s body. Turning around, you were faced with a much calmer Wanda than you had anticipated.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she claimed with very little conviction.

“You’re not intruding,” Yelena said as she finally made her way back up the stairs. “We’re having a Twilight movie marathon. So, you only missed the first one and the first half of the second movie.”

Accepting your offer to join you was easy for Wanda. Swapping her off-the-shoulder top and her skirt that was still drying for your PJs was even easier. It was only after putting on your sweatshorts and your Frank Ocean t-shirt that she asked you what you would be wearing to sleep. You assured her that you wouldn’t be sleeping in denim shorts and would just borrow Yelena’s clothes.

For some reason, your answer did not appease her and even seemed to bother her more. You started to doubt whether this was a good idea seeing her so upset. Sure, you felt bad about her being sick and then having to deal with Peter’s untimely interruption, but you weren’t friends. While you weren’t necessarily on bad terms anymore, you certainly weren’t on good ones. You weren’t even on speaking terms.

Your worries all faded away the moment the three of you settled back on Yelena’s bed. Wanda gradually shifted from stiffly sitting cross-legged beside you to relaxing and mimicking your lying position on her back to watch the movie being projected on the wall.

Having already watched all five movies with Wanda when you were still friends, you had proposed this movie marathon because Yelena had revealed that she had yet to see one installment of the iconic vampire/werewolf franchise. Yet, not even 20 minutes after you’d resumed watching the second movie and the sounds of Yelena’s soft snores could already be heard from your left side.

You turned to Wanda only to see that she had followed in Yelena’s footsteps and was fast asleep. Chuckling to yourself, you went to turn off the laptop and projector, allowing the moonlight from Yelena’s second-story window to be the only source of light in the room. You carefully climbed back into bed to lay down, the absurdity of being sandwiched between your ex-best friend and new best friend not being lost upon you.

Your mind started to wander to the events of tonight that might have led Wanda to be sleeping next to you right now, with her head gently nuzzling into your side and stopping when you lifted your arm up for her to comfortably rest her head on your chest. Given that the only times you had ever seen her drink was at BBQs her dad hosted where she was allowed sips of wine, you didn’t know if Wanda was usually a big drinker. The thought of her always getting this drunk was concerning to say the least. Although you didn’t get along with the popular kids, they were not ones to peer pressure others into drinking, not with Pepper around anyways. She was notoriously protective of her girls, and she got along well with the captain of the football team. So, anyone who made her girls uncomfortable would be taken care of by some of Steve’s friends on the team.

You knew you shouldn’t be mulling over the events of tonight, worrying about a girl who didn’t think twice about abandoning your friendship, no less. Still, as you observed Wanda’s sleeping form, a serene look on her face despite everything that happened earlier, your heart ached at the possibility that she had gotten that intoxicated because she resorted to drinking an issue away.

In a moment of weakness, you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before you let yourself drift off to sleep.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

Going back to school for your junior year was uneventful and you had nothing to worry about.

That was how you wanted to describe your first day back at SHIELD, but the universe decided that that would be too boring and had to ambush you (quite literally) with your least favorite blonde giant pulling you backwards with one hand on your shoulder, almost making you fall.

“What the fuck?” you yelped, pulling your headphones off and letting them rest around your neck.

“Sorry,” Vision said, looking genuinely apologetic because he clearly underestimated the strength of his grip, but whatever remorse painted his face was soon replaced by anger. “You better watch out, Casanova.”

“You’re the one who pulled me in your way, what?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You waited for him to elaborate, but he just stood there glaring at you.

“You gonna tell me what you mean or do you just want to create traffic in front of the staircase?”

“What have I ever done to you?” he asked, pulling you aside to have a more private conversation (or as private as the streets of Manhattan could be).

“You know, this would go much smoother if you gave me some context.” Seriously, was this guy incapable of giving cohesive answers? You did not want to be the one correcting his reading comprehension quizzes.

“I’m talking about Wanda!”

Oh right, Wanda… Wanda, his girlfriend who was all snuggled up next to you just two nights ago and who disappeared before you and Yelena woke up. (The next morning, Natasha informed you that Pietro had checked in on her after he heard what happened with Peter and drove her home.)

“Nothing–”

“I just don’t understand where it all went wrong. One moment she seems super happy with me and the next she wants to break up and won’t explain why,” he rambled on to you as if you were his therapist.

Hold up, Wanda had dumped Vision?

“I still don’t see how I’m involved in all this,” you said, hating the part of you that felt elated over hearing this news.

“You’re the reason she broke up with me!” he exclaimed, frustration and desperation evident in his wide blue eyes. “How else do you explain her sleeping with you at Natasha’s party?”

What in the world was happening? This was not at all how your first day back at school was supposed to go.

You didn’t even get another word in to explain yourself before Wanda showed up and pulled you away from her boyfriend–no, ex-boyfriend. What was with people pulling you in every direction? Sure, your overalls were reminiscent of an American Girl doll, but they didn’t have to manhandle you.

“I told you to not make a scene, Vis,” she hissed. “We’re over and there’s nothing you can do about it. Threatening people won’t make me want to get back together with you.”

“I did no such thing!”

“He didn’t,” you confirmed and received a head tilt and a raised brow from Wanda. Alright, wrong move. “Okay, look, as fun as this is. This seems like a couple’s thing, so I’m just going to go,” you said, pointing in the opposite direction and leaning your body away from them.

“No, you’re involved in this too,” Vision said at the same time as Wanda clarified that they weren’t a couple anymore. Just as you took one step towards the stairs, Vision’s hand reached forward to pull you back again, but he never made contact as Wanda put herself between you two. With her palms against his chest, she shoved him backwards, making him stumble back before he fell back on concrete. Whether Wanda managed to make him fall out of pure strength or if Vision just had a weak core didn’t really matter. There were enough people who saw him groan as his ass hit the ground.

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on her,” she scowled. You thought you heard a “holy fuck” in the distance, and “holy fuck” indeed.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that this altercation landed you in Principal Fury’s office, you would’ve been quite impressed. Scratch that, you were definitely still impressed. Was it wrong for you to feel a little attracted to Wanda in that situation? Probably, right? She had just harmed another human being, and if your mother taught you anything, it was that violence was a big no-no… But damn! It was all fun and games until you found yourself in detention on your first day back at school.

Fearing that putting the three of you in the same room so soon might cause another fight, Vision would have detention tomorrow while you and Wanda had to stay in detention today. Fortunately for you, Mr. Talos was the teacher supervising detention, but he forgot about his meeting with the drama club and there were no other teachers available. So, he apologized hastily and let you two off the hook because he knew “my star student Wanda probably had a very good reason to hit that Stark boy. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Perhaps favoritism wasn’t so bad after all.

“Have people been talking about you today?” Wanda asked once Mr. Talos had left the room.

“Maybe a bit more than usual,” you shrugged, not really seeing why Wanda was suddenly so interested in talking about gossip. Being entangled in an unintentional (well unintentional on your part) love triangle fight was bound to make the rumor cycle, especially because Wanda and Vision were involved.

“They always talk about you?”

“I’m not a Kardashian, Wanda. I don’t think people don’t always talk about me,” you snorted. “I guess today was a bit different though. When I hear people talk about me, they’re not usually saying that I forced you to break up with Vision or that you cheated on him with me,” you said, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at the ridiculousness of their speculations.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice full of sorrow. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I didn’t think you did,” you replied, sympathetically. In all honesty, it was hard to ignore whispers about you in the hallway. Wanda undoubtedly had to go through a similar experience today, and there was no need for her to feel guilty over something she had no control over on top of that.

You took Wanda’s silent nod as a sign that the conversation was over and hauled the straps of your backpack on your shoulder to leave. You only made it a few steps outside of the algebra classroom until Wanda called out your name. You halted in place, expecting her to tell you that you left a notebook or a pencil behind. However, the apprehensive look on her face told you she had much more to say.

“I need you to know that I’m sorry. Not just for what happened today. For everything,” she said with her eyes full of determination.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to tell me what happened last summer?” you asked without any malice.

“I’m not sure I can explain it properly,” Wanda winced, likely feeling like she was just echoing a similar explanation she had given you a few months ago.

You let out a short sigh in disappointment, but the overwhelming sense of bitterness was absent this time around. You gave her a nod of acknowledgement of her apology, but nothing more. “I’ll see you around Wanda,” you said.

“Wait!”

“Look, Wanda, unless you can give me an actual explanation, there’s nothing else to say. You apologized and that’s fine. We can go our separate ways, pretend two nights ago didn’t happen and go back to not talking to each other. You can even keep my clothes,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t want to pretend that night didn’t happen. I don’t want to go back to just not talking to each other. I can’t tell you why, but… I can show you,” she murmured the last part as she reached forward to hold your hands.

Suddenly, you felt like you were back in the locker room. Wanda was leaning forward once more, but with a new air of confidence. You let your eyes flutter close and this time, the thud of an opening door never came. Instead, you felt the softest lips press against yours while the scent of her strawberry and mint shampoo mixed with her perfume invaded your nostrils. You felt like your mind was going into overdrive.

Wanda Maximoff just kissed you. Holy shit.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, just letting yourselves digest what had just happened with your foreheads pressed against one another. The only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the flickering fluorescent lights above.

“Vision wasn’t totally wrong. I don’t know how he figured it out, but you were the reason I broke up with him,” she confessed. “I never should’ve said yes to Vision… It was unfair for me to date him when my heart already belonged to you.”

“You like me?” you asked, unwilling to believe that your crush that you’d spent so much time getting over was apparently requited after all.

“A lot,” she confirmed. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I was scared? You know how people are here.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty accepting,” you said. You had yet to hear someone say anything derogatory to your face or behind your back about your sexual orientation.

“But they talk. So much,” she countered. You still weren’t quite sure how that stopped her from telling you the truth, but you could tell she still wasn’t ready to divulge all that.

“Okay, so, what now?”

“I’m not sure. I didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Well, what happens when you close your eyes and imagine what we do next?” you asked, taking her hand in yours.

“It’s silly…”

“Humor me.”

“We kiss again,” she confessed with a blush on her cheeks.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you replied with a smile.

“Really?” Wanda asked and her eyes lit up like the 4th of July. You started to lean in as an answer until she pushed back ever so slightly, panic washing over her face. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You seemed like you knew what you were doing earlier,” you said teasingly, which earned you a light punch on the shoulder.

“I meant dating, you goofball.”

“We don’t have to date if you don’t wan–”

“I want to,” she asserted. “I want you, more than anything in my life.”

“Good because I want you too,” you replied, grinning.

“Even if I’m not ready to tell others?” she asked, her words swimming in insecurity. You weren’t keen on being Wanda’s secret, but you also didn’t want to lose her again.

“I want you, Wanda,” you repeated and placed a kiss on her forehead.

There was still so much you needed to unpack, but you would figure it out. All that mattered right now was that you got Wanda back.

<< prev || next >>

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda x reader #jaz writes #series: ma&thp

437 notes · View notes

bruhstories · 3 years

Text

You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.

860 notes · View notes