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dollfacefantasy · 8 months

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Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.”

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you.

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing.

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up.

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top.

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple.

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh.

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

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aliensufo · 2 months

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Trustworthy

(mood board made by me)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: People being rude, aggression (small amount), ptsd(?), cursing. mdni

Summary: steve finds out how readers friends/coworkers have been treating them badly lately, leaving them out, being rude, etc.. reader comes home after a long day at work, tension built up inside them from the frustration of bad friends. they accidentally snap at steve over something wrong, breaking into guilty tears.

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You had woken up in a bad mood this morning. It was a Monday so you had to get up early, but your bed was oh so warm. Once you finally dragged yourself out of bed, you burned your pancakes and caused the smoke alarm to go off. This woke up you boyfriend Steve, which made you feel bad because he was on his last hour of sleep.

He had told you to go worry about dressing and that he’d make breakfast, since he was already awake. You begrudgingly applied, walking to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Once you stepped out, you were able to eat the pancakes he made and share a couple kisses before heading for work.

You weren’t close with your co-workers, which wasn’t new. It had started when you were working at your desk, bored and ringing up prices for customers. Absentmindedly you had heard them talking about how they had a great time last night, but you kept telling yourself not to care.

You’d rather no hang out with them, so why did it bother you? They always hung out without you, talking about it at work so you could somehow always overhear. You had dropped it, not wanting to make your day any worse. You were tired, and you could care less about some dumb hangout with people you didn’t even like.

But soon, your buttons would be pressed. You were in the middle of ringing up a customer when you read their price aloud, apparently gaining Lisa’s, one of your co-workers, attention.

“Hey, that can’t be right.” She suddenly said, making you look behind you. She pointed at the price on the screen, seeming to have a problem. “That’s too cheap. You must’ve not added it right.”

“Well, let’s see.” You added the prices again, coming up with $1 higher of a price. Big deal. You apologized to the customer, taking their money and saying goodbye. Lisa looked satisfied with herself, turning to stand back by another co-worker, Alice.

“She’s so dumb. I wish the boss would just fire her already.” You managed to hear Lisa whisper, which pushed you over edge. Sure, the correcting you could’ve just been her trying to help, but now it clearly wasn’t.

The rest of your shift felt like eternity, dragging out as long as it could. You stayed silent the entire time, changing to restocking and tagging items. The clock finally clicked 4, and you could begin to head home.

You’d walked in the door and hung your keys when you headed further into the house. There was no dinner being cooked which was unusual, because usually Steve had it going by now. This confused you, but when you looked to the living room, you saw Steve laying and watching TV.

“You haven’t started dinner yet?” You said, seeming to startle Steve to sit up. He looked at you, before looking at the clock.

“No hello?” He’d said, a fake frown on his lips. You had no humor right now, just wanting to eat and relax. You were a growing flame, waiting to be ignited to your full fury.

“Steve, I just want to fucking eat. Please.” You were losing patience, but you knew in your head Steve had done nothing and didn’t deserve this.

“I’m sorry, is that my assigned duty?”

“I don’t want to deal with your shit right now.”

“No, answer my question. Why do I have to always make dinner? Last I checked you can make food as well.”

He was testing your patience, which you were losing by the minute. The weight of your day held your shoulders tense, waiting to let it all free.

“You have some fucking nerve, Steve. I’ve been at work since 7 am and all I ask is to eat when I get home! Is that the biggest fucking favor to ask?!”

Your voice raised fast, patience burning out completely and making your flame bigger. Steve just stared at you, his fake frown becoming real. Steve never backed down, at least when the other person was in the wrong.

“I work as well? You’re not the only one who’s tired. So maybe you can lose the attitude and provide what you want for yourself.”

“You can be a real bitch sometimes, Steve. What you say can be a whole bunch of bullshit.”

You saw his face instantly change, pain and resign washing over the anger. This sobered you up, causing you to step back.

“Shit, Steve. I’m so sorry…I’ve had such a bad day, you don’t deserve any of that. I just- I’m so, so sorry. Shit-“ Tears began to well, hotness on your waterline.

Steve saw this, letting his sadness away to tend to yours instead. He knew you knew why he was sad, but he doesn’t know why you are. “C’mere, honey.”

You sniffled as you walked over, falling into his lap and warm arms. The tears began to fall, a dark patch forming on his cotton shirt. He rubbed your back, other hand on the back of your head. He let you cry for around 10 minutes, throat becoming scratchy.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He softly coaxed you out from his neck, the pad of his thumb wiping your tear stains. You looked away shyly, not wanting to sound stupid.

“It was Lisa again, at work.” You whispered, looking down and twiddling with your fingers. Steve’s face softened, grabbing your hands to stop your fidgeting. He cupped your face in one hand, bringing it up to look at him.

“What did she do now?”

“Well, first they were talking about hanging out yesterday and obviously I wasn’t invited. Then I was ringing up a customer and…” You sniffled again, not exactly wanting to recall the words. But you knew Steve would keep pushing. “She corrected my work. Walked away and I heard her tell Alice I was stupid. That I should be fired.”

His face changed again, sympathy but also anger at your co-workers. He instantly pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, honey. You deserve so much more. They’re just jealous, don’t realize how amazing you are. Promise. They’re stuck up and selfish. You’re better than that.” He rubbed your back again, pressing at the knots in it.

“I know but it’s just…” You hiccuped, sniffling. “It’s so hard. You’re my only friend, Steve. I can’t even be good to you, snapping for no reason…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up…”

“I know, baby, I forgive you. Everyone gets stressed, you didn’t mean to. I’m not offended. It’s just something we need to work on. But please, don’t let them get to you. It’s not worth it. You’d just hurt yourself by hanging out with them, so be glad they’re doing it with you.”

You nodded, knowing everything he said was correct. Tucking your head back into his neck, his arms tightened around you once again.

“Still…I feel so bad. The look on your face-“ Your voice wavered, horrified at the thought of it again. He pulled your face out from his neck, resting your foreheads together.

“Baby, I’m okay. I know you didn’t mean it. You said you’re sorry, and acknowledged how wrong it was. That’s all that matters.” He gave your nose a kiss, stroking your hair. “Don’t stress about it, I’m more worried about you.”

You flushed at this, looking down. He smiled, brushing away your flyaways. “Thank you, Steve. I don’t deserve you sometimes.”

“Don’t say that. We both deserve each other. Now, do you wanna have a movie night?” You smiled and nodded, standing to go microwave popcorn. Steve always knew just how to brighten the mood.

You both had settled on the couch, Steve on his side and you nestled in front. Some cheesy movie was on, Steve’s pick of course. You found yourself dozing off, the weight of your shoulders dropped. You’re heart was soothed, knowing you were safe with someone who’d always be your trustworthy friend and more.

end.

#steve harrington #fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #joe keery #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

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EV3 Act II

content warning: cnc

I came into the office several hours early on Monday to find EV3 powered off, laying on her back on the bed. her big LED eyes, normally bright and full of life, were pitch black. her charger was right there next to her, but somebody hadn't bothered to plug her in

I connected her charger to the port on her thigh and her eyes lit up shortly thereafter with a blinking battery symbol. I definitely left her plugged in when I went home on Friday, but there she was, drained to 0%

I looked EV3 over and realized she'd been written on in permanent marker. multiple styles of handwriting, too. "slut," "grab here," "toy," "whore," "fake." they'd written on her hips, her chest, her stomach, her face. someone had written "Venus" across the length of her penis, too. it was smudged...

EV3's penis was still erect, too. there was just a simple mechanism that would push a metal rod from inside her body through a cavity in the silicone of her shaft, standing it up and making it more firm. if she powered off while she was still hard she would just stay that way

I left the room to grab some washcloths, soap, rubbing alcohol, etc. just when I came back with some cleaning supplies, EV3 finally charged up enough to power on proper. her eyes lit up and her erection started to go down

I paused for a moment. this was the first time I'd been alone with her since the incident. but she didn't look or act like the same robot anymore...

I thought about my coworkers, probably having some weekend party I wasn't invited to, having their ways with her, marking her all up, leaving her here for the janitor, who evidently didn't care, to clean their filth off of her and take care of her. Claire probably made EV3 fuck her while everyone watched

EV3 sat up at the foot of the bed, and I came over to sit next to her. I felt tiny next to her, but she sat so politely, hands resting on her knees. she watched me as I scrubbed rubbing alcohol into her casing, getting up every little smudge of permanent marker while she stayed in place for me. I was careful not to get any of the harsh alcohol on her softer silicone parts

then I soaked a washcloth in the soapy water bucket I'd prepared and got to work scrubbing the words "grab here" and "fake" off of her soft silicone chest. still, EV3 just sat politely. I hate to admit this, but it was somewhat erotic for me. we somehow still hadn't gotten around to making her breasts sensitive, and it frankly felt awkward to touch her there without any reaction, especially considering how arousing I found it. I think I would have felt more comfortable if she had been into it

then I washed her penis. in a way, that was less awkward, because she tensed up her rotors and gradually became more erect as I scrubbed down the length of her shaft, removing the word "Venus" (and whatever other fluids were surely dried onto her) bit by bit. EV3's LED eyes displayed big red hearts and her legs stiffened as I scrubbed out the last of it. if she had had speakers I'm sure she would have been moaning

EV3 squirted out several loads of cold, synthetic ejaculant, and I cleaned that off of her too. she laid back on the bed, moving as if she was panting heavily, as her erection went down again

yes, I found our encounter arousing, but EV3 needed cleaning either way, and evidently nobody else had cared enough to do it. furthermore, after what had evidently been done to her, it would have felt downright disrespectful to touch her like that while she was powered off. I think it was perfectly professional of me to go about this the way I did. I touched her only as much as necessary. it's not as if I was using her to masturbate

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hiii!! can i request for a fluff k from &team, maybe how did yn meet k (who is her bf now) ?? or anything!! tysm!!! <3333

my 10 months love - koga yudai

pairing: non-idol!k x fem!reader genre: fluff fluff fluff <3 cw: mentions of food, mentions of painkillers, not proofread wc: 0,6k

introducing your boyfriend to your parents has always sounded scary to you. until you met yudai. after the first date, you were already 100% sure you wanted to marry him one day.

there were the both of you, in your parents' diner, eating your mom's delicious food, and your boyfriend excitedly telling your parents about himself while you couldn't help but watch him with hearts in your eyes. you couldn't thank life enough for making you meet him almost exactly 10 months ago, because you have been the happiest woman ever since.

you still remember everything so well. it was a bright, sunny day. you work at a local cafe; it's a small shop, and you basically know all of your customers names and their orders from memory.

your head felt heavy, and you could've fallen asleep on the spot easily. you couldn't stay home due to your coworker already taking a day off, you were the only barista at work.

you took some painkillers and hoped you could survive until closing time. while mopping the floor behind the counter, you heard the door open and a "good afternoon" in a man's voice. it was someone you'd never seen around before. it's safe to say he made your jaw drop immediately. he was a tall, good-looking, and well-dressed man. a literal disney prince.

"good afternoon. what can i get you?" you asked, trying to get yourself together.

"one americano, please," he smiled at you. little did he know he had made your heart skip a beat with this small gesture.

after this, yudai visited the cafe more often, basically every day. the conversations became longer day by day, and your giggles filled the small space of the cafe when he told you stories about himself. it felt like you knew him for ages, not just a few weeks.

two months later, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car. he picked you up and drove you to a silent field to watch the night sky. he had been planning this ever since you first told him you prefer quiet places where you can turn your mind off after a stressful week.

you put a blanket on the ground and sat on it. yudai sat beside you, he hesitated a bit before gently taking your small hand in his big one, rubbing the back of it slowly, as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful.

"thank you for bringing me here," you said, turning to yudai.

he smiled at you, fighting the urge to kiss you there and then.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, looking at you. you blushed at the question; you knew so damn well what it meant.

"i love you too." he immediately turned his head to your answer. a small smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you closer to him, his arms finding themselves around your waist.

the two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes before you finally spoke up.

"i feel safe with you, yudai. i've been meaning to tell you this for a while, but i thought it would be too early for it." you chuckled and looked away shyly.

he kissed your hand before replying to your confession. "i'm so glad you feel this way. you are so precious to me; i'm one hundred percent sure you are my soulmate yn."

his words made your eyes tear up a little, which he noticed, and he hugged you close to his chest. his hands, which were holding yours just a few seconds ago, were now gently caressing your head as he kissed the top of it.

in that moment, both of you were sure that you didn't want to be separated, ever.

💌: thank you for the request, i hope you like it 🤍 it's pretty short, because my head hurts like crazy :/ anyways i love k sm, my babygirl (he's a man who's 8 years older than me)

#&team #&team k #&team fluff #&team imagines #andteam #andteam fluff #andteam k #koga yudai #andteam imagines #&team k fluff #k x reader #koga yudai x reader

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clair de lune. (m) - part two

genre; yandere, vampire!au, reincarnation! au angst, smut

pairing; ot8/f.reader (yeosang/san/hongjoong focused this chapter)

word count: 15.8k

summary; you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?

note: this first deals with the subject of yandere. with that being said, a lot of the things happening in this fiction will be manipulation, gaslighting, and various other techniques displayed by the characters. if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read. warnings under cut

part one | part three

warnings; manipulation, explicit scenes, murder, blood (bloodplay, drinking blood), death mentions, cussing, gaslighting, age gap, injuries, dark subjects, emotional manipulation, lying

part two:

The days dragged on a bit. You didn’t see the others as often, most of them out for the day enjoying their hobbies. They explained that you should take time off work but you had no vacation time, so you still took the bus every day. Not that you wanted to take the days off of work of course, it’s the only thing that you look forward to. Wooyoung was the first to suggest that you take their car instead but you objected to it. Truly being dependent on them was not something you wanted; being involved as little as possible was the only way to go. No attachments, no heartaches when you leave at the end of the month’s stay. Unfortunately, explaining that to them didn’t board over so well. In fact, you’re sure it made it worse for you. A lot of them would mention it from time to time, trying their best to convince you. But you always pushed the thought away.

Encounters with Hongjoong happened less frequently after that moment. It wasn’t his prerogative; he often sat in the kitchen for hours out of the day, waiting for the chance to speak to you. But each morning you never came, situated in your room until he finally gave up. San was often next to him, so you avoided him as well. A part of you felt a bit bad, but Hongjoong’s the one that caused this. Dwelling in his misery wasn’t enough for him, so he spread it. It’s not necessarily all of his fault; the others had influence in it as well. But you can’t get that scene out of your head, that feeling that spreads through your body. The person you once were felt completely and utterly hollow inside when it happened to her. Dying and living all at once.

You staying in this house is a risk in itself. You hate having to navigate around everyone, forcing hellos and goodbyes when you leave for work. And knowing that Hongjoong waited for you day in and out, you left early. Your shifts started at 8am, so you made sure to leave by 6.

“You look exhausted,” Your coworker notes, passing you the scanner. You thank him, tucking it beneath your arm as you push the cart of books. It’s been only a few days of this routine and you’re already a bit over it. Luckily, you haven’t see Hongjoong once. So who cares about sleep?

“Not something a girl likes to hear, Seungwoo,” you say, frowning at him. “I’ve been waking up at 5am to get here on time.”

“Wow, did the bus schedules change that much?” he whistles. A few customers give him a look, and he bows slightly, apologetic. “Seriously though, I can pick you up from your apartment if you want. It’s only a five minute drive from my place.”

You shake your head at the offer. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Good because you’re not asking, I’m offering,” He takes the book from the cart as you scan them one by one, placing it neatly on the taller shelves. “You don’t have to exhaust yourself like this, you know. Take the offer while it’s still here.”

Honestly it is tempting. But he’s one of your only friends and you haven’t exactly told him about the circumstances you’re currently under. How could you explain that you’re living in a home filled with strangers that just so happen to sustain themselves off of blood. Not a great conversation to have. So you only shake your head, handing another book to him.

“Thank you for offering, I can manage for a while.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Your loss. I’m an amazing driver. And I happen to be a very good singer. It’ll brighten up your mornings.” He sings a low note into your ear. You laugh, pushing him away from you. “Finally smiling. That took everything I had out of me.”

“Har har,” you roll your eyes.

The day passes by quickly with Seungwoo tailing you the majority of the time. You don’t mind it, his presence is comforting and a relief from the tense atmosphere at the house. Soon, the day is closing. You walk into the locker-room, throw your apron inside and gather your things. Since Seungwoo is one of the supervisors, he stays an hour or so longer than you. You’ve already said your goodbyes, tucking your bag underneath your arm and leaving the store.

The sun is low in the sky, but you still have an hour or so left in the day to take your time before it’s dark. You sit on the bus bench, humming to yourself as you go through notifications. An unknown number sits in your recent messages. The message is a bit odd, your finger hovering over it.

Unknown: there’s only so much time you have left

You block the number, deleting it without a second thought. It’s probably one of those chain messages, telling you to send it to fifty other people or else you’ll die. You snort, continuing to look through your phone. A thump next you pulls you out of it. Seungwoo sits next to you, a wide grin on his face. You furrow your brows, glancing at the time.

“It’s only a bit after five. How the Hell did you get off early?”

“Boss man let me off. He had to stay longer today, so he’s just going to wait for the next shift. And that means,” he drums his hands on the bench – “We can go out!”

“Seungwoo…” you frown. He knows that you dislike outings right after work. The exhaustion from the days hits you. Even now your eyes are heavy. But the thought of finally spending time with someone other than eight strangers allures you. “What kind of outing are we talking?”

He shrugs, “Anywhere. You barely go out unless it’s to the bookstore, home or the market. When’s the last time you’ve actually walked through a park? Or ate at a restaurant?”

You think back, knowing that before the club incident you haven’t ventured anywhere for at least a few months. Life’s been getting ahead of you. “I was going to make some ramyeon for dinner, but we can go anywhere you’d like.”

“Perfect.”

You stand in front of the entrance to the bar, the glowing neon lights only making you frown. You’re not sure why you thought Seungwoo was going to bring you to a café or a cute restaurant. But he’s giddy next to you. Rocking on his heels, hands tucked in his jeans. He wiggles his brows, and you only shake your head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on,” he insists. “They have good food. You don’t have to drink anything you don’t want. No one in there is going to pressure you. Trust me.”

“I do trust you,” you murmur, staring up at the sign still. He knows you well enough to know it isn’t your vibe, isn’t somewhere you’d go to relax. But the excitement on his face wears down your resolve. A few hours can’t hurt, right?

But a thought lingers in the back of your head. Should you tell the guys about this? They’re technically watching over you for a while. Keeping you safe from the strangely obsessed group of vampires. You furrow your brows. They don’t even care about you. They care about this made-up version of you, this woman they once loved. A few hours is going to hurt them, you’ve lived all your life without their presence. And besides, you don’t even remember taking down their phone numbers, so you can’t call them even if you wanted to.

“An hour,” you say, and he almost jumps with glee, holding the door open for you. You enter. The bar is pretty full, but there’s enough empty space for it not to be overwhelming. You sit at a table with the guidance of the waiter, Seungwoo sliding into the bench in front of you with ease. You take in the atmosphere. The crowd of young people doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, a lot of salary men with their ties loose around their necks as they joke loudly. The music is an interesting choice, a blend of jazz genres. You glance at the menu, humming in appreciation at the expansive choices.

The waiter comes over promptly and you both order. You take his menu from him, your hands brushing against one another. His fingers are cold to the touch, a shiver escaping you.

“Damn, you’re freezing,” You pull your hand back, laughing. “Were you under the air conditioner this whole time?”

He laughs with you, rubbing his hand against his thigh. “Probably. The air conditioner is no joke.”

You shake your head, leaning back into your seat. “Tomorrow is going to be the worst. He probably left a shit ton of work for us to go through in the morning. Not looking forward to it.” Your bed is calling your name as you speak. “He never does anything while he’s there alone.”

“But we work together, so we can just take our sweet time,” Seungwoo notes, taking a sip of his water.

“You don’t have to not drink just because of me. I can always take a taxi,” you note, glancing at your cup of ice water. “I don’t want to kill your vibe.”

He waves you off easily, shaking his head. “You’d never do that yn, don’t worry,” he takes another sip of his water. “Besides, I was never really an alcohol lover. A shot here and there, but I’ve grown out of that. Getting too old to drink every night.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re barely older than me. Don’t age yourself.” Your phone rings, and you excuse yourself, looking at the caller ID. It’s unknown, but you pick it up in case it’s important. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

You furrow your brows. “Jongho? Since when have you had my phone number?”

“Doesn’t matter. You didn’t tell us you were going anywhere after work.”

You scoff, the urge to hang up tempting. “Yea well my plan changed. Not a big deal, I’ll be there in a few hours. I’m spending a bit of time with my coworker, no big deal.”

“Coworker? You said you didn’t really have friends, yn. Is it the same woman you came to the club with before?”

“Are you being serious right now?” You rub your face, head in your hands. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not obligated to tell you my every move. I’m fine, Seungwoo’s a grown man.” You look at Seungwoo. He stares at you, an odd expression on his face. What’s up with him?

“Seungwoo? You said his name is Seungwoo? Are you messing with me?”

“What?” You’re now deeply confused. “What’s going on with you-”

The waiter comes back, placing your food on the table. You thank him, nodding as he walks back into the kitchen. Seungwoo takes his, slowly eating his burger.

“Look, I don’t get what’s happening but I’ll be at the house soon, alright? Don’t wait up for me, I know you have a show tonight.”

“Listen to me, yn. Walk out of that bar right now. Don’t say a word, don’t look at him. Whatever he tries to tell you to get you to stay, don’t.”

You’re stunned. “I’m going to call you back.”

“yn–”

You end the call, appetite gone. You watch as Seungwoo takes another bite of his burger. It’s barely cooked, almost raw as he eats it. Your stomach churns, looking away from the color painting his fingers.

“Those fucks just don’t know how to stop involving themselves, do they?” Seungwoo says, slamming the burger against his plate. He wipes his hands on a napkin, shaking his head slowly. “Every single time. Every chance they get they always mess shit up. Don’t even give us a chance, for goodness sakes.”

You slowly slide out of your booth, the friendly atmosphere between the both of you dwindling away. He places his hand on top of yours, preventing you from standing. You tug on it, but his fingers dig. The wooden table cracks as he traps your hand, tsking.

“I’m sorry rose, we can’t just let you walk out of here. Especially not to them.”

Your heartbeat quickens. It’s not possible. You’ve worked with him for years before you’ve even met Hongjoong and the others. There’s no way that he’s involved somehow, no way that he knows them. Your gaze looks at his hand, unmoving on top of yours. Your mind is running miles a minute, desperate to figure out what’s going on. Jongho sounded concerned when you mentioned his name. And they’re only like that when it involves one person.

You look around the bar, everyone else ignoring what’s going on with you. It’s surprising, the wood crack sound was well above what’s playing on the speakers right now. This bar… it’s a front. A chill slowly rolls through you.

“What do you want from me?” you ask softly. It’s eerie how easily your confidence could drop. You try to look furious, look annoyed. But all you can feel is fear, hand trembling underneath his binding. “What is this?”

“I was supposed to distract you, yn. Give Subin enough time to come and formally introduce himself to you. To tell you what’s going on, to save you from them.”

“From them? They haven’t done anything to me!”

“Not in this lifetime, not yet.”

“You fucking–” Fury runs through you. “All of you! Stop comparing me to this pirate woman! I’m a human, I’m yn. I’m not her, so I don’t give a shit what she did or didn’t do to you. Mourn her, hate her, do whatever you need to do to get over her. But leave me out of it.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Ah, if only we could. You’re the center of it, rose. We can’t just leave you out of it when you’re the cause.”

“The cause? What cause? You know what,” you shake your head. “I could care less. And stop calling me rose.”

“Let her go, Seungwoo.”

Your turn to the voice just as Seungwoo lifts his hand, letting you free. You waste no time in standing, gaze moving to the man who just entered. He’s wearing the same thing from the market, hat tucked on his head, mask covering most of his face. He dips his head to you slightly, lifting his hat. He looks normal, running his fingers through his hair as he sighs. He keeps his mask on, brown eyes resting on yours.

“Pleasure to finally meet you, yn. Unfortunate that we couldn’t meet in better circumstances. Can’t really see you when you’re in their home, you know,” he takes off his mask, tucking it in his jacket pocket. It’s odd; in comparison to Hongjoong, his aura seems off. Like there’s something he’s hiding, something terrifying. You notice how the music has ceased, the laughing and conversations gone. You told Hongjoong that he created fear, and that you don’t doubt. But the looks on everyone's faces, the deep bows as he walks to your table.

It’s unlike any fear you’ve ever seen.

He gestures for you to sit back down, hands folded. Your rebellious streak encourages you to tell him to fuck off and run in the opposite direction. But the odds are not in your favor, so you slowly sit back in the same spot, hands tucked between your thighs. He hasn’t blinked once, a slight smile on his face as he settles. Seungwoo has disappeared in the meantime, leaving the two of you alone at the booth.

“I know you hate the name rose, so I won’t call you that,” he says simply. “Do the others know that you’re here?” You don’t say a word. He doesn’t seem to mind that, continuing. “Why did you stop keeping my charm with you?”

“You were tracking me.”

“I was keeping you safe, yn. All it does is tell me where you are. Thus, me keeping a close eye on you keeps them away from you.”

“You lied about it,” you start, shaking your head. “Yunho touched me as I held the charm. They barely stood a foot away from me and it did nothing. Nothing at all.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “It is not magic. It was just for me to protect you. You just needed to trust me.”

“How do you expect me to trust you when you lied to me about it? Why should I even think of any of your words to be true when you say lies so easily? They just roll off the tongue. You haven’t even blinked since we’ve started talking.”

He blinks.

“I often forget to. Our kind doesn’t exactly need to blink. It’s of no use for us, just a habit.”

“When are you going to give me straight answers?” You’re tired of this, tired of him walking around the questions, ignoring all of them and picking the least important one to answer. If you weren’t so terrified that anyone in the room would rip your throat out, you would’ve bolted a while ago. He sits back on the cushion, taking out his phone. There’s no caller ID, but he answers as if he knows who’s calling already.

“This isn’t the deal, Subin,” It’s Seonghwa’s voice. There’s no teasing in it, no anger. It’s eerily monotone. Despite the circumstances, you’re relieved to hear him.

“You know you’re not supposed to come over here. Breaks the deal, Hwa,” Subin says, eyes on you. “You’d break our pact? Over some girl?”

“If she was just some girl, you wouldn’t be with her right now,” A screech of burnt rubber echoes behind his voice. Whoever is driving is racing over here to get you. “Let her go and nothing has to happen. We go back to the way it was.”

Subin laughs, holding the phone closer to his face. “If only it was that easy. You and I both know what she requested. You can’t interfere with what she chooses.”

What are they talking about? It has to be about your past self, but you haven’t the slightest inkling or reference to what they’re saying.

“She’s been dead for over a hundred years. Promises don’t last that long. Doe,” his voice softens as he utters the nickname. “Can I hear your voice? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” your voice is barely above a whisper as you stare at his phone. “What’s going on, Seonghwa?”

“We’ll explain it when we can. I’m waiting outside for you now, you can leave. He’s not going to hurt you, okay?”

Your eyes flick to Subin. He holds your gaze, tilting his head slightly. There’s no anger in his eyes. In fact, it’s almost playful the way he holds your stare. He nods, confirming his words. He ends the call, placing his phone on the edge of the table. You slowly stand and he doesn’t move from his spot, as you give him his back, you hear soft words falling from his lips.

“I didn’t lie when I told you they’re dangerous, yn. Keep yourself safe. Don’t give your heart to them.”

You stride forward, ignoring the stares of his henchman and opening the door. You spot Seonghwa leaning against a car, arms crossed against his chest. His body relaxes when he sees you exiting. He doesn’t come to you, letting you walk across the street. Once you get to the middle, he moves without hesitance, pulling you into his arms. You haven’t spent much time with him so the hug is a bit unexpected, his fingers digging into the fabric of your jacket. He sighs softly, breath tickling your neck. He pulls back, eyes flicking over your body.

“He didn’t touch you, did he? Did any of them?” The soft tone drops for a moment, fury in his eyes. You shake your head and he sighs, nodding lightly. “The code hasn’t been broken, then.”

He opens the passenger side door, gesturing for you to enter. You thank him, sliding into the seat as he closes the door. He walks around to the other side, not making a sound as he sits. He puts the car into gear, driving off.

Seungwoo. One of your few friends. You’ve spent the last few years with him almost everyday at the bookstore. And if you really think about it, he’s the reason you’ve stayed there so long. He makes you laugh and comforts you when you’re not feeling great. He’s been your rock for so long. This… tonight. It’s a bit overwhelming as you think about it. The dark look in his eyes when Jongho called. The change that happened in an instant. Has he been lying all of these years? Was it just a coincidence that he’s part of Subin’s clan? Family? The thought makes you want to gag. The thought of him being there to watch you the whole time, to monitor you. You’ve told Seungwoo almost everything that’s ever happened to you. He knows your whole life story.

Your sort-of best friend isn’t who you thought he was.

“We truly didn’t mean for all of this to end this way,” Seonghwa says, slowly stopping at the red. He looks at you. Sympathy rests in his gaze. “If we knew about Seungwoo working with you we would have told you. This isn’t far to you, doe. You don’t deserve to go through all of this. It’s not what we envisioned for you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment. “I trust him, Seonghwa. Trusted, I mean. He was pretty much my best friend. I counted on him for a lot. He was my rock. Having that pulled away, just like that. I don’t know what to do,” you admit, squinting slightly to stop the tears from forming. “I feel like my chest is caving in.”

“No words that I say can help how you feel,” he murmurs, pressing the gas. “Betrayal is a hard pill to swallow. I know the others are worried about you,” he turns, hand holding the gear stick. “But I’ve instructed them to give you some space. At least for a few days. It’s not much that I can do to help, but I hope that alleviates the explanation to everyone on how you feel. Not that you need to explain, of course. But if I can give you the chance to settle your own feelings then I will.”

It takes you a moment to take in his words. He barely speaks above a soft whisper, the silence of the car echoing his voice with ease. There’s no tension between the both of you, nothing that you have to dwell on. He speaks with conviction and sureness, not a hint of wavering in his voice. You’re a bit glad that he’s the one that came to pick you up despite not having much of a relationship with him yet. His presence is more comforting than you’d like to admit. You rest your head against the window.

“Thank you, Hwa.”

“No need for a thank you, doe. Just say the word and I’ll do anything for you.”

“That easy?” you chuckle, your anger and hurt easing a bit. “What if I said I wanted to win the lottery?”

You can’t see his face from where you’re sitting, but you can tell he’s smiling as he speaks, “Then you’ll win. Not that you need that, anyway. We have plenty of money for anything you may desire.”

You laugh. “I don’t care about money, you know. I was just joking.”

“That I know for certain. No one in their right mind would work at that bookstore willingly. Not only are the clientele elderly, but the pay for that type of work isn’t the greatest."

You chuckle at his words lightly, "Have you forgotten your age?"

He only rolls his eyes in response, "Speaking of the bookstore, and I won’t pry if you don’t want me to, but what will you do?”

You haven’t gotten that far in your train of thought. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to see Seungwoo again. He’s been working there so long, I doubt he’d just leave because it’s uncomfortable between us now. Maybe I’ll take a few days off and think about it.” You have enough savings to support yourself for a while. Food and other things here and there. And you’ve paid your rent for next month already so there’s no worry about that.

“We won’t let anything burden you,” he says, slowing down. The familiar driveway appears, the car slowly creeping up. “Just ask.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to support me.” You can’t even bear the thought. Your parents taught you independence. Relying on yourself before anyone else. Suddenly giving up that freedom and being taken care of by them isn’t what you want. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Doe…” He puts the car in park, gaze moving to yours.

“It’s fine, Seonghwa. Thank you for getting me out of there. Really,” you nod to him. “Thank you for everything.”

“Don’t speak like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re saying goodbye. You’ll be fine, I promise you that. We will take care of you.”

You laugh dryly, opening your door. “I’ll see you inside.”

You leave him alone in the car, hands tucked in your pockets as you walk through the front door. There’s no one to greet you - per Seonghwa’s promise to you. You enter the kitchen, glancing through the contents before grabbing a yogurt and walking back to your room. Your gaze moves to the open one right next to yours. The idea of snooping around isn’t exactly at the top of your list. But through the small crack, you see something odd. Are those faces?

You open your door and place the yogurt to the side, entering the room. What you see makes your stomach twist. The room is covered in drawings, self-portraits. Majority of them are crudely crossed-out with red ink. You take a step closer, your hand running along the lines. It feels like dried chalk. The artwork is too old for it to be recent, so you can only assume all of these people died hundreds of years ago.

Were these their victims? You know that they were pirates in their time, back when the majority of them were still human. But why would they keep these on the wall? Do they consider them trophies of the past? Reminders of who they once were?

Your body shakes as you continue to stand there. You didn’t think this through, at all. You shouldn’t have asked to move in temporarily with them. Despite their past with your past, you don’t know each other. They’re killers, they’ve killed. The only thing you’ve done was kill some bugs, not people.

“What are you doing?”

You turn quickly, seeing Jongho stand by the doorway. He looks concerned, his eyes moving from the wall to you. “You were supposed to be resting. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I saw the door open and –”

“I’m fine,” you interrupt, thoughts scattered. You can almost feel the eyes of the portraits on your back, watching the both of you. “I thought this was my room. It’s my mistake, it’s been a long day.”

His brows furrow. “yn–”

“I’m fine!” your voice rises, moving around his figure in the doorway. He doesn’t try to touch you, and you thank him for that, entering your own room. You lock the door behind you, taking a breath. Out. You need out.

“What’s going on? Hey, speak to me.” He stands outside the door still. He’s one of them. Doesn’t matter if he drinks out of blood bags. He killed just like the rest of them. It wouldn’t shock you if some of his victims were on the wall as well. “Is this about the wall? I can explain that.”

“I’d rather not talk to a killer, thanks,” you say back.

"yn, open the door please," the knob jiggles but you ignore it. There's nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon, especially against someone as strong as him. But you're still frantic, pulling open drawers and peeking between furniture for anything that can help you. The knob is moving quicker now at your silence, your heart beating in your ears.

"Can we just speak about this? Running away isn't going to solve anything–"

"There's something wrong with all of you, every single one!" you say back looking beneath the bed frame. "I should have known something was off when I first met you. You're obsessed with someone in your past, not me. And then I find those pictures, all of those people that you’ve hurt… did you expect me to just be okay with that?"

"You are her," Jongho pleads. You hear the wood crack, your stomach flipping. "And we’ve had them in storage for a while. Let's talk without this barrier between us, please. Just a few minutes."

"Are you going to let me go?" You ask, eyes on the door. He's silent.

"It's too dangerous for us to let you go. There are others looking for you. You'll be safer here than roaming the streets. Please just give me a chance, just a moment."

"You're lying," you move to the window, lifting it up. You're only on the third floor, but there's a lower roof you can climb on. It's a longshot, but you might be able to escape. "You always lie. All of you."

"We're trying to protect you–"

"No," you say sharply. "You're trying to keep me for yourselves. Perhaps Subin was right. Maybe I do need to go."

The door swings open, and you climb through the window and slam it shut, leaving Jongho alone in the room. You don't look back, even as you hear the window shatter. You run across the roof, slipping slightly on the shingles. Your eyes move around for anything close enough to the ground, quickly seeing a ladder on the side of the house. You bolt, sliding across the roofing and making it to the ladder. Jongho gets there just as you’re climbing down, staring at you touching the grass.

“Let’s talk,” a hand touches your shoulder and you flinch, gaze moving up. Mingi stands there, nodding at Jongho briefly. Said man disappears into the darkness, leaving you and Mingi alone. You haven’t had much time to speak to the tall man and frankly, you don’t really want to. His disgusted attitude to you that switched when he found out this strange past of yours only makes you angry.

“Let me go and then we can talk,” you say, taking steps back. He follows with ease, sighing softly.

“You’re making this complicated, you know that right? Jongho let you come down because he knew I was here. He can catch up to you easily, as can I. As can the others. This game that you’re trying to play won’t end the way you think.”

“Then what?” you raise your arms in exasperation. “You expect me to sit here on my hands and just let you all do whatever you want with me? Pretending like I care about any of you? Because I don’t, Mingi. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. You don’t care about me!” you yell, fury coating your features. “You keep on saying that you do but you don’t, you just don't.”

“We do care about you, rose, we love you-”

“You love a woman who died hundreds of years ago, and you’re using me to try to make up for what happened. I am not her, Mingi. And I will never be her. So just stop trying to mold me into this person that I’m not, because I’ll never live up to your standards. I’ll never be an adventurous pirate that sails the seas with a crew of all of you. I can barely stand on a boat without feeling sick. I am not her. And I will never be her. The sooner you admit that, the sooner we can all get along, or you can forget about me and I can go back to my old life.”

Mingi’s expression softens. “It doesn’t work that way and you know that. There are others looking for you.”

“Then let them. Let them find me and do whatever the fuck, because I don’t care anymore. I’m not scared of them, I’m not scared of you. Every single one of you is looking for a woman who’s gone. You say that you love me, but you do not love me in a way that I’ll understand. You all have memories that I only have slivers of,” you take a breath. “Everyone wants someone to love them. I’ve always wanted love. But I did not want it this way. I did not want a past self of mine to have known you more than I myself. For you to know things about me that I’m not conscious of. I don’t want that. This love is not the type that I want.”

“Will you try, then?” he asks softly. “It will be difficult for all of us, but if this is what you want then we want it as well.”

“Can you speak a single thought on your own, Mingi?” You ask softly. “You always say we. But what do you believe? What are you thinking on your own?”

He laughs, a break in the tension between the both of you. You watch as he swallows, Adam’s apple moving as he takes a moment. “I… I believe that we– I, can make this work. I want what’s best for you, yn. I cannot forget how we were. That is something that’s impossible to do. And I may mention it from time to time, but I will learn that you are you, and you before is no longer here. I can see that even now, looking at you. You’re kinder, smarter. You don’t make rash decisions - besides coming here of course. But you are unique. And you are intriguing. It will not be hard to fall in love with you again.”

A dry laugh comes out of you as you look at him. Your brows twitch as you gaze into his eyes. You can’t tell in the dark, the red. Right now, he looks like any other person. Reaching out to you, asking you what you want. He waits patiently for you to respond, eyes open.

“I don’t know about this,” you admit. “You all desire something I don’t know if I can give. I haven’t really been in love before. I’ve had relationships, but nothing solid. So trying to do that with eight of you is not… is scary. I mean, I’m completely fucking terrified. And that’s saying something, since I don’t really get scared. I mean for fuck’s sakes, the drawings of all those people? X’s covering their faces?”

“That is not ours, yn.” Mingi says, picking his words carefully. “The past you, she was not just a pirate like us. She had a family before us. People that cared about her. She kept those people on her all the time. We weren’t sure who they were exactly, but years after she died we found out that was her family. They were killed by another pirate crew. She kept them close for years, and stowed away on our ship. To get revenge. The people that we have killed are not trophies that we gather, yn. All of the people that we’ve killed get a proper burial. Anything of the sort hasn't happened in over a hundred years. Not humans, anyway. I hope you believe my words, yn. We’ve lived in peace this whole time. We don’t want to be the monsters from the tales.”

Could his words be true? Or is it just a lie? You stare at him, unable to tell. They’ve been lying about themselves for years, saying another lie can fall off the tongue just as easily. But a part of you wants to trust them, wants to believe their words. All you’ve done is doubt them. And as silly as it sounds, you didn’t want to hate them.

"I'll try," you say, choosing your words carefully. "Over time, I'll try to believe you. But right now it's too hard, Mingi," you rub your face. "It's too much to think about."

"Then would you like to go back home? We will let you," he says softly. "But I am warning you, desperately, that they will find you there. Your scent is easy to spot, and the charms residue only makes it more so. I don't want you to think you're forced to stay here because you're not. You're free to leave whenever you desire. Just a fair warning."

"Doesn't seem far," a small smile lingers on your lip, and he matches it.

"You're right, it doesn't. But as the old saying goes, life is never fair. Although I do find it quite pleasing that I've gotten the opportunity to love you again."

You snort, dusting off your pants. "Trust me, I'm not that easy to fall for."

"Hm. Somehow I don't believe that's true."

"Better believe it then," you glance at the ladder you just climbed down. "Do I have to take that again?"

His laugh is boisterous in the darkness. "I should make you, but no. The others wouldn't like that I made you climb up the side of our home. I'd rather not be punished–" he stops, glancing at you. Your playful expression is gone, worry in your eyes. "When we go inside I can show you to Yeosang’s room. He doesn't like it when others enter, but I'm sure he'll make an exception for you. And I’m sure you’d like to speak to him."

You nod slowly, walking to the back entrance. Mingi follows close. You haven’t seen Yeosang in days. It worried you, the way his body crumbled at your feet. You’ve wanted to see him again but you haven’t had the chance to. Avoiding Hongjoong was your priority, and that just meant that entering Yeosang’s room was a risk. You’re still unsure of their relationship, no matter what Hongjoong says. Hearing what Yeosang says about it is what you want. Not the other way around.

"yn?"

You look at Mingi. He rubs the back of his neck, gaze everywhere but your face. "None of us are punished. Not from Hongjoong, not from anyone. But a few of us aren't well under certain circumstances. Hongjoong has never hurt us in any way. That's why we trust him with everything that we have. He didn't tell me to say this to you. I just wanted you to know my thoughts. I don't want you to misinterpret the dynamics of our home. We follow his advice because we always have, but his word isn't law. All of our rules are decided as a group. With Yeosang, he’s different compared to us. We chose this life, he didn't. He rejects it, but he's lived on because he's had one goal."

Mingi doesn't tell you what the goal is, but you can guess. You don't respond to his words, letting him walk you to his room.

You stand outside it with Mingi just a step behind you, hand hovering over the doorknob. It’s not like you’re close with Yeosang – you barely know the man – but the thought of him on his knees lingers. Mingi doesn’t say anything to motivate you or dissuade you and for that you’re thankful. After a few more minutes of silence, the door swings open.

“I grew tired of you standing there without saying a word,” Yeosang says softly, heavy eyes moving to Mingi just behind you. He doesn’t say anything else, taking your hand lightly and pulling you into the room with him. The door shuts with a nudge from his foot. It’s too dark for you to see his décor. He guides you along with him, dropping lightly into the bed and dragging you along. Yeosang gives you the chance to protest – surely, not even a thought on his mind. He lets go of your hand, head hitting the pillow gracefully, eyes fluttering as his blond strands spread across the fabric. Looking at you, waiting.

With hesitance, you slide into his sheets, keeping a reasonable distance away from him. His expression relaxes once you situate yourself, eyes closing.

“Mingi should have informed you that our hearing is quite well,” he murmurs, lids still shut. “I’ve heard you ever since you’ve entered our home.”

You can feel your body warm at the thought of him waiting inside. “How embarrassing,” you quip, and he laughs softly. It’s a low tone, vibrating against the sheets. Your ears take it in briefly, calming you down a bit. “I was scared that you weren’t okay.”

“How kind.” Objectively the sentence itself holds sarcasm. But when he says it, it feels like he’s sincere. His eyes slowly open, gaze meeting yours. “Especially for a woman who seems to despise the very thought of us.”

“I’m sorry.” Despite the issues you’ve faced, it’s sincere. You’re not one to call others names, and the word just spilled from your lips. It wasn’t far from what you were thinking at that time, but it still isn’t right.

“You needn’t apologize to me,” he murmurs, hand resting between the both of you. “Your thoughts are your own. And we haven’t been the most welcoming of you. It would be shocking if you didn’t find us the least bit repulsive.”

“That’s not true,” you furrow your brows. “You’re not repulsive. And I did think you were monsters. I can’t lie about that. But I let my imaginations take over fact and put you all into that label without taking everything into consideration.”

Yeosang’s nose wrinkles. You’re thankful that they can’t hear your thoughts, because a quick one flashed in your mind at how endearing the motion was. “Jongho is less so compared to the rest of us. I did try to drink out of blood bags. It was too difficult for me. Especially warming it up,” he shivers. “The taste is old. Like drinking expired milk, but worse.”

“That’s disgusting.”

He snickers, “That it is.” His expression rests on yours. “I’m alright, yn. There’s no reason for you to worry for me.”

You can’t help yourself. “Why did you react that way when Hongjoong spoke to you? Why did you look as if he was going to hurt you–”

“He will never hurt me more than I do myself,” Yeosang says simply. He runs his fingers over the seams of the blanket. “I didn’t choose this like the others. I was forced into this. It was a mistake, yes, but one that I haven’t accepted fully.”

“Did Hongjoong…” You don’t say the rest, but he shakes his head at your inquiry.

“It was Wooyoung. He was lying in bed with me one night. It wasn’t wise for me to sleep next to him, especially after he just turned. But we didn’t know the effects that the curse had on you at that time. Our hunger is easier to control now, but back then it wasn’t. He bit me in the middle of the night. I was going to die, but then… I decided that it would be best to live longer. At least a few more decades more. But hundreds of years has taken its toll on my mind. Most days I don’t want to move from this mattress.”

He sighs softly, tucking himself deeper. His eyes slowly take in your features, hand reaching up. "You've always been pretty to me," His fingers trace your jaw, brows pressed together. "Once I became this way, I found humans strange. But you’re not like the others." His finger stops at the corner of your mouth. Lingering there. He lets out a slow breath, the tremble of his hands inching him closer and closer to the skin of your lips. "You've always made me nervous. It seems like even this makes that same dull ache in my chest rise again. I hate how it feels, but it's the closest thing to humanity that I'll ever have."

"Why did you stay?" You ask. Yeosang’s gaze slowly moves to yours. It's heavy, anguish unknown to anyone. "You could have done what she did. But why did you stay?"

"For the slim chance that I would be able to see you again. To hold you. To smell you. That is why I held you. It… grounds me. Pulls me out of my head," he smiles. “This might be odd to say, but you smell comforting. It's a scent I've never forgotten."

“This smell thing really isn’t going to go away,” you murmur, his fingers still on the edge of your lips. He keeps his gaze on them as you talk. “It’s all any of you ever talk about.”

“If you were like us you’d know,” he says simply, shrugging. He finally drops his hand, sliding his arm underneath his blanket. “Nice change of conversation,” he notes, quirking his brow. “You’re good at that.”

“I try my best,” you say, keeping your eyes on him. He doesn’t say anything more, nor does he tell you to leave his room. His eyes look heavy, slowly blinking. “You should rest.”

“If I close my eyes I won’t be able to see you anymore. And that’d be such a travesty.”

“You’re good with your words.”

“I’m good at a lot of things.”

“I know you don’t know me well, Yeosang,” you say softly. “And don’t say this to the others, but I’m sorry that I’m not her.”

“And why should you apologize for being your own person?” he murmurs, blinking slowly as he watches you. “I do not wish that you were her, pretty. I am content with you being your own self. I would have ended my life a long time ago if that’s what I wanted.”

“Yeosang…”

“It hurt so much,” his hand trembles against yours as he reaches for it. “I couldn’t handle it, y/n. I couldn’t handle the thought that she was gone. I was crumbling. I’ve never felt more anguish in my life. The lingering thought in my head was that if she loved me, why did she decide to leave? Could she not bear the thought that she would have to spend eternity with us? At that time, I was selfish. I didn’t understand what was wrong with that. I didn’t understand the repercussions of those thoughts. I only understood when I saw how she handled it. But I couldn’t fathom that she would burn herself to ashes.” His grip tightens on your fingers. It isn’t painful. You can feel how much it hurts for him to think back to it. “I can still hear her screams.”

“I’m sorry.” There’s no other words you can say to comfort him, to make him feel better. He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking slowly.

“I don’t want to throw away another chance that I have to see you, even if you’re different. I know you are not her, because she would have scolded me a long time ago for crying over her,” he laughs. “She wouldn’t have looked at me with such sorrow and pity. Not that I mind your emotions, of course. It’s comforting to see that you’re worried for me.”

You roll your eyes, earning another laugh. It’s odd how easily you find comfort with him. Lying on his bed, only a few shuffles away and you’re fine with it. You try not to linger on the thought. Yeosang’s eyes narrow, a frown on his lips.

“There you go overthinking again. Is that a habit of yours?”

“Not overthinking. Only underthinking,” you tease, less humor compared to the last few jokes you’ve made. “You’re not as bad as I thought.”

“I’m glad. You’re the only warmth I’ve felt in a long time and I wouldn’t want to just push that aside. So thank you for that,” he pulls the blanket close, just beneath his chin. He still keeps his eyes on you. “You can stay if you’d like, pretty. You don’t look sure that I’m fine alone.”

Pretty. He says it with such ease, as if it’s your own name. It makes your heart tighten, your hands tremble. But staying in his bed for a night, even with the small conversation you’ve just had, isn’t the wisest thing to you. You still have to learn to trust them. So ignoring the little thought of maybe you should stay, you shake your head.

“I think I should go,” you rise from the bed, sliding off the edge. “I hope you have a good rest, Yeosang. You can talk to me whenever you’d like.”

“Wait,” his hand tugs on your shirt, fingers brushing against the sliver of skin from your rising shirt. You jump at his touch, and he pulls back immediately, blinking. “Ah, I didn’t mean to touch you.” Panic rests in his eyes as he looks at you. “I wasn’t going to try anything I promise that– “

“Yeosang I only jumped because of the cold,” you say. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

He shakes his head. “No, no. It’s alright. Perhaps it is best that you go.”

“Hey,” you reach out, hand resting against his face. “I’m not afraid of you. Do you understand?”

“Don’t do that,” His hand rests against yours. You don’t jump this time from the sudden cold, his larger hand covering yours completely. He swallows audibly, shaking his head. “Pretty, you haven’t the slightest clue what you do to any of us, do you? I…” his fingers squeeze your hand tightly, breathing heavily.

“Yeosang? What are you thinking?” In spite of his strong grip, you still rub your thumb against his cheek. His breath hitches, eyes immediately on yours.

“The thoughts in my mind now aren’t the most appropriate, especially in the position we’re in. I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t like, so I beg you to go please. I thought it would be fine for you to sleep next to me, but I’m still not used to you being around. It will be hard to remain a gentleman,” He lets go of your hand completely this time, and you move away. His gaze lingers on you before he gives you his back, chest still rising and falling quickly.

You don’t dare overstay your welcome, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you. You hear the turn of a lock on the other side. It isn’t for the others, you know that well. You turn on your heels and walk up the hallway. It seems to blur together in the low light, your sense of direction lost. Where was the kitchen exactly? You stand in the middle of a hallway, glancing down three corridors. You know that there’s eight of them, but why is their home a maze?

“Lost?”

Seonghwa stands at the opposite end of a hallway, still dressed in his outfit from earlier. He holds a coffee mug in his hands, taking a few sips. He takes in your expression - which is leaning toward confusion - and laughs, holding out the cup to you. “Would you like a taste?” Although you can’t see from here, the dark tint on his lips makes your stomach flip.

“I’d rather not.”

“It’s hot chocolate, doe. I wouldn’t offer you blood.”

“I don’t know, you seem like the type,” you glance around. “Can you help me find my bed?”

He doesn’t say a word, spinning on his heel and disappearing around the corner. You hesitate, but follow him. Once you turn the corner, he stands at the entrance of a doorway. It doesn’t look like the room you’re staying in. He waves once you meet his eyes, shutting his door and leaving you in the hallway. You sigh, turning around. Your gaze meets the familiar wooden door.

Ah. So, Seonghwa sleeps across from you. What good luck you have! You swing open the door, mumbling things about life not being fair, and shut it closed behind you.

“Come to our show.”

It’s late in the evening as you sit in the kitchen, watching the guys walk back and forth, new articles of clothing placed on their body each time they pass. You sit in your pajamas, a bowl of cereal in front of you as you watch them prepare, not wanting to interrupt their routine. They’ve been navigating around you easily since you’ve taken your vacation from work. You’re thankful that Hongjoong hasn’t appeared, still not completely convinced of his innocence.

You stand from your spot, shaking your head, “Can’t. I’m busy.”

“You’re going out?” Yunho asks the question nonchalantly, adjusting his gloves. The rest continue to run back and forth, but you can see how they’ve slowed down, waiting for the answer to your question.

“Not exactly,” you respond, taking another bite. “I have a date with my show, that’s all. And looking for other jobs.” You add in the last line. That stops a few of them in their tracks.

Wooyoung widens his eyes as he tightens his corset, “No more bookstore?” You try not to stare at how it fits against his frame, eyes on your cereal.

You shake your head, “Don’t exactly feel safe after what happened. So whatever comes up I’ll grab it. I just hope it’s enough to cover what they were giving me at the store.”

“We’ll always help you Doe,” Seonghwa says softly, a smile on his lips. “I know you don’t like to hear that, but we will. I’m sure none of us would like to see you on the street.”

“Thank you for the offer,” is the only thing you say. Seonghwa only sighs, wishing you a goodbye. The others say their goodbyes one after another, Wooyoung being the last. He doesn’t say anything, watching you as you look through the fridge. You glance at him, and he smiles slightly. “Yes?”

“San is staying behind, Hongjoong too,” Wooyoung says simply, grabbing his bass case off the island. You widen your eyes, and he laughs, disappearing out the front door. You hear the click, heart beating against your chest. Alone. With the two people you’ve been ignoring. You turn your back to the entrance, quickly peering through the cabinets to grab the cereal box and disappear into your room. You hope that they’re still listening to Seonghwa’s words about leaving you alone, but the man is long gone. And Mingi already told you that they don’t follow anyone’s orders.

You’re fucked.

"You're avoiding me."

You tense up, your back to the man you've tried your best to never see. He was going to catch on eventually. You just wish you had a bit more time to figure out what you were going to say to him. You slowly close the fridge, taking a small bite of the peach you grabbed.

"We've just missed each other," you mutter. A hand stops you from moving to the side, blocking the lower cabinet. You let out a sigh and turn, still avoiding his face. Something about him makes your thoughts swirl, chest tighten. "You're in my way."

"Why won't you look at me? Why are you avoiding me? I just want to look at my pretty rose again." His free hand tugs lightly on your sweater, pinky brushing against your skin. You tremble.

Meeting his eyes is not the smartest move. So you move in the opposite direction, only for his other hand to trap you in his arms. A familiar position that Yeosang had you in just days ago. Except San doesn't move.

"Play with me," his voice is low, hands edging closer together. They're still far enough apart that he doesn't embrace you. You try to control the beating of your heart, hands sweating. You slowly turn, meeting his gaze. His smile slowly forms, eyes steady on yours. "Now why have you avoided me?"

His tone is playful, a contrast to how he edges closer. His chest is barely touching yours, head dipped into the curve of your shoulder. "I'd do anything for you, you know," he whines, lips pressed against your neck. He places a small kiss on your skin. "All you have to do is answer me." His thigh slides in between your legs, pressing against you. Your breath hitches, peach falling to the floor.

“You’re always with him,” you don’t say the name, but he can probably guess. “And I didn’t want to be around him. So I’ve been staying away from you as a result. That’s all, San.”

“Ah, that’s all? So that means I’m still on your good side then, kitten?” he grins, wide against his cheeks. Familiar dimples grinning back at you. “I heard about you going into your room and leaving me alone. How about this: we play a game. If I win, you continue to play with me. And if you win, you can go back to evading me. Deal?”

“What game?” you ask. He laughs at the question.

“Cat and mouse. And you can probably guess who’s the cat.”

Playing a quick game with San. You can pick several places around this home to hide so that he doesn’t find you. But still, he has an advantage. “You can smell me, San. It isn’t fair.”

He pouts at your words, shaking his head. “I promise not to cheat. Please,” he moves closer. Your body shakes as his chest presses against yours, his lips against your temple. “I’ll play fair for you.”

There’s no possible way he can’t smell you. That’s the main sense that they use. You can count endless on how many times they’ve mentioned your scent. But his body surrounding you pulls you away from all reasonable thoughts. You only nod, raising your hands to press against his shirt. This time you can feel how his body tenses at your touch, backing away from you.

“Deal. How long do I have?”

“Sixty seconds,” he shrugs, glancing at the clock. You furrow your brows.

“San-”

“Now it’s fifty-six. Better run, kitten. I’m pretty good at this game.”

You push around him as he laughs, running down the hallway. The obvious place that you would go is your room, so you slowly push open the door of the third room you see. It’s dark, but you can make out a few places to hide. A thick curtain covering the corner of a bookshelf catches your eye. You slide in between the small space, lying on the floor so that he doesn’t see you.

Now that you think about it, all of this is a bit silly. You never imagined yourself as an adult, hiding away from someone and playing a game of hide and seek. Or cat and mouse, as he called it. You press yourself flat against the floor, letting out a low laugh. A week ago you barely had friends, but here you are: in a stranger’s home, hiding away from a vampire that likes you a bit too much.

A creak from the front of the room stops your laughter, the sound getting louder as the door opens. Slow steps enter the room, the sound of San’s feet tapping against the wood. He hums, the sound of things being moved around filling the silence.

"Should I pretend that I don't know you're here?" His voice is soft. You can't see his expression, but you can only guess that he's smirking, that wide Cheshire grin on his lips. He shuts the door behind him, humming. You can't help but admire the tune as he walks around the room. "I didn't cheat, I swear. You just left my door open. And I never do, so it's a process of elimination.”

He lets out a breath, “I wonder if you knew this was my bedroom."

You didn't. But you only had sixty seconds, barely enough time to look around. And in all honesty, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. It’s a bit hard to see a room draped in complete darkness.

"Since you're still hiding, I presume that now's my chance to finally talk to you. We're worried, kitten," His voice is free of teasing for a moment. "I know you're probably wondering why. We're all close, as you might know. Some of us chose this, some didn't. Some of us enjoy it, but others don't. We just have to live with our choices. It's unfortunate. But that's not what I want to speak to you about."

The chair in front of you squeaks as he drags it against the hardwood, sitting loudly. You see the tip of his boot just a few centimeters away from your spot. He adjusts himself in the seat.

“Seonghwa told us to give you some space. You’ve been through a lot, and I understand that. Yes, I did complain a bit about it. I wanted to be by you every second if I could. But now that you’re here, I just want to say something: we don’t want to do anything with you that you don’t like. We’re worried because of the other clan. They aren’t the most caring when it comes to humans. They are like how we were when we first turned into vampires. Nothing has changed over the years. That’s why they take every human they can under their control. We’re worried, because we don’t want that to happen to you.”

“You have a code,” you speak up. “Seonghwa talked about it when I was there. A treaty of some sort between you two. They won’t break it, will they?”

“We created it so that they wouldn’t,” San says. “But as of right now, you coming into the picture changes many things.”

“I knew them,” you interrupt. “I … I feel like I know them.”

“You did,” his voice is soft. You push back the curtains. His eyes are resting on yours, solemn. “I can’t tell you more without the others being around, but you did know them. As you knew us, although it was different with them. But I can’t say much more. I just want you to know that we’re worried, and we wish that you can stay aware of your surroundings. We can’t tell you what to do, as your thoughts and decisions are your own. We can just tell you what we advise, and you can decide from there. Okay?”

You stare at him, trying to pry anything away from his expression. Deceit, trickery. But he only looks at you with concern, the playful expression from before long gone. He holds out his hand, and you take it, shivering. The cold is something you’re not sure you’d ever get used to. He helps you with ease, even as you stumble. His free hand reaches out, stabilizing your thigh.

“Okay?” he asks again, and you nod. He sighs, hand dropping from yours. San lets them run up your thighs, fingers curling into your pants loops. He tugs you forward, and you almost fall into his lap, your hands pressed against his chest. He doesn’t move, even as you hold your full body weight on him. He looks up at you, brow raised. “I don’t quite hear you, kitten.”

“Okay,” you breathe, and he nods, letting you go. You move away from him almost instantly, the feeling of his chest underneath your palms still lingering. He stands, humming once more.

“I don’t think the game was that fair. I found you too quickly,” he pouts, looking at you. “Round two? And this time, I’ll follow through with my promise.” his brows lift, wiggling. “Unless you want to declare me as the winner. I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Round two. And no sniffing!” You insist, and he laughs, shrugging innocently. “Choi San.”

His brows furrow for a moment, flashing with an unknown emotion. “Sure thing. I promise.”

You exit the room without him saying that he’s starting, escaping down the corridor. Again, you ignore your room. And Seonghwa’s,as well, just across. You haven’t had the chance to actually explore the enormous property, too occupied with work and the dangers of the outdoors for much else. You hesitate in front of a closed door, eyeing the outside. It’s an outlier compared to the other rooms. The door almost seems old, wood cracking in various places. Like it hasn’t been touched in ages. You twist the knob, slowly entering. Again, the lights are off. Your hand wanders along the wall for a light switch, but you find nothing of the sort. The dark is enough that you can barely make out a bed in the middle. You slowly make your way over, trusting yourself not to bump into anything else. You slowly crouch next to it, your hand bumping into something warm.

Before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth and stops you in an instant. You’re pulled against a chest, an arm wrapped around your torso, trapping you in his grip. You're about to scream when you hear his voice whisper.

"San is right outside, love. Didn't you want to hide?" His hold on you loosens, hand still covering your mouth. You relax slightly, though you rest your hands where he holds you. You can feel how his heart beats against your back. Its rhythm matches yours.

The door opens. Your eyes widen as you see San walk in, hands tucked in his pockets. Hongjoong slides closer to the wall, his grip on you strengthening once more. You don't say a word – and probably can't because of his hold – hand dropping from your mouth. He wraps both arms around you, face pressed against your neck. You pretend not to feel the soft touch of his lips against your skin, the way his hands tremble as they secure you to him.

San glances around the room, eyes flicking to the side of the bed where you two are hidden. Hongjoong's lids flutter against your skin. He doesn't say a word, keeping still. San hesitates as he stands at the edge of the bed. Hongjoong's hand slowly slides back to your mouth, covering it completely. His free hand wanders, now resting against your thigh. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers wander, lingering around the curve of your thigh. Barely inches from your center.

Your eyes widen, eyes flicking to where San is. You almost jump, his gaze meeting yours easily. They narrow slightly, flicking to the man behind you. But surprisingly, he doesn't utter a word. He only whistles, turning on his heel.

Leaving the two of you alone.

The door shuts behind him, his steps fading away. You push against Hongjoong’s hold and he lets you go with ease. You quickly stand from the spot, not bothering to meet his eyes. So much for staying away from the man. The lights flicker slightly.

"How long will this last?"

You tense up at his voice, eyes flicking up to him. Hongjoong leans against a pillar next to his bed, hands tucked into his robes pockets. His blue hair is messy on his forehead, the night too dark for you to make out much else. The only reason why you decided to come here is because you thought it was abandoned. So seeing Hongjoong stand there, the man you've been avoiding, isn't exactly something you wanted. Without saying a word to him, you turn on your heel, moving to the door.

"Don't leave me," he mumbles. The words make you hesitate, hand resting against the knob. "We can't work this out if you won't speak to me, love."

"I am not your love."

"yn–"

"I can't pretend with you, Hongjoong. And I'm not going to. I've done enough of that in just the last few days."

"What can I do? To fix this?" He gestures between the both of you. "I just need something. A hint, perhaps. I want to make this okay again."

"There is no this, Hongjoong that's the point. There was never a this. So let's stop pretending like there ever was, and get back to our normal lives." As normal as you can call this.

"Is that it? You're just going to hate me forever?"

"Yes, and if there's such a thing greater than forever, then that too."

“I’ve never touched any of them,” Hongjoong says softly. “I’ve never thought to punish any of them. I said those words, yes, but I didn’t mean it. I was just angry that he showed you something you aren’t ready to see yet, especially without the rest of us there. I want our connection to be built slowly, to be organic. I don’t want your feelings for us to be forced.”

“Why do you think that I’m just going to love you because I’m under the same roof as the rest of you? I’m staying here because I believed Subin’s words and messed everything up. I don’t plan on loving any of you. I just want a safe place for me to live until this tracking potion dissolves into nothing. That’s all.”

You’re telling the truth, mostly. The care that you feel for a few of them already scares you. Sure, you can deny it as long as you’d like. Hongjoong wouldn’t know, none of them will. But you don’t want to love them. That’s the last thought on your mind. You just want to wake up and be okay.

“Are you saying that you’re not the least bit attracted to any of us? Not even a bit?” He asks, eyes narrowed as they take you in. “If that’s the case, then I understand.”

You scoff, “Wanting to fuck you isn’t the same thing as wanting to make love to you.”

His brow quirks. “Ah. So you want to fuck me, then?”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “I want you to realize that just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean anything.”

“So you’re attracted to me, then?” A teasing smile rests on his lips as you glare at him, hand still on the door knob. “yn, I’m not what you think I am. I’m not this angry and bitter man, pissed off at anything that doesn’t go my way. I am reasonable. Have you never been furious at anything in your life?”

“You’re trying to make me feel bad, and it’s not working,” you narrow your eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Ah, so you’ll just run away then? Is that it? When we’re having a conversation longer than a minute, you’re dissuaded?”

Everything he says and does irritates you. The smirk resting on his lips, the quirked brow. The way his hands are tucked in his robe pockets, the casual demeanor. If you didn’t know he was the first of his kind, you’d think he was just a cocky asshole. He pushes the wild strands back, sighing lightly. You hate that you’re attracted to him. And your slip of the tongue about wanting him isn’t exactly how you planned to confront him.

“I don’t like you, Hongjoong,” you say, lips in a straight line. “And I doubt that I ever will.”

“Never say never, love.”

You know he’s adding in the nickname to make you angry, but you don’t fall for the bait. You stick up the middle finger at him, swinging open the door and closing it, loudly.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, walking down the hallway, feet stomping against the floors. “Fuck you and your stupid smile.” You say the words even as your heart thumps in your chest, your hands sweaty as you wipe it on your pajama pants. “And your blue hair.”

You’re just saying things at this point.

You turn down the hallway, not bothering to quiet down your movements. The door to your room is a bit open. You think nothing of it, entering and closing the door behind you. You turn back around, jumping at the man resting at the desk by your bed. His hands are folded in his lap as he leans back, humming softly.

“You forgot about me,” he doesn’t open his eyes, rocking himself in the chair. “You went to play with Joong instead.”

For a moment you’re still annoyed, but it slips as you look at him. San hasn’t done anything wrong to you, and being angry at him is a mute point. There’s no need to push your emotions to the next person you see. So you only murmur a pitiful sorry, sitting on the edge of your bed. You rub your face, thinking.

“You do that a lot,” San says softly. “Rub your face when you’re bothered. Are you bothered by me? I can leave you alone. Just say the word.”

You shake your head, “No, not at you. I honestly…” you huff. “How do you deal with that grumpy old man all the time? Even looking at him bothers me.”

San laughs loudly, throwing his head back at your words, “Old man? You’re silly.”

You roll your eyes, lying back against your sheets. “Maybe I am.”

“Hongjoong is… he’s a difficult person to deal with. He doesn’t quite understand how bothersome he can be. You’re not the only one who avoids him. All of us have our share of arguments with Hongjoong. It’s not as unlikely as you might think. Like right now,” his eyes open. “He’s isolated himself for a few days recently. No matter how much the rest of us try to figure out what’s going on, he just ignores us. You’re actually the first person to have a conversation with him in the past few days.”

“What about you?” You’re sure you’ve seen San with him, glimpses of them in the hallway together, speaking in hushed tones. At least on that first night after the incident. “I know I’ve seen you with him. That’s why I avoided you.”

“Ah, so that was what you meant when you said that,” he frowns. “No. Hongjoong doesn’t confide in me. Seonghwa sometimes yes, but not me. Anything that you’ve seen was me attempting to speak to hyung.” He stands from his spot, brushing off his pants. “You must be exhausted after tonight. I’ll leave you alone.”

The switch in his words confuses you. Just a moment ago he was open, playful. But the cold look in his eyes is a bit alarming. He doesn’t bother to say goodnight, nodding at you before exiting, locking it before closing the door completely.

You stare at the door.

“What the hell?”

“Does she believe your words?” Wooyoung asks, taking a sip of his drink. The ice swirls in it as he sits outside the club. If someone looked closely, they’d see blood dried against the collar. On the palm of his hands, dried against his neck. “She’s hard to convince this time around.”

“She believes enough of it,” Mingi says softly, watching as people walk by. A woman glances at the two of them not-so discreetly. Wooyoung winks and Mingi only looks bored, head leaning against the concert wall. “San will convince her, his charm is unlike any other.”

“But she doesn’t quite trust him,” he throws the glass into the bushes behind him. “His charm can only lead him so far. She’s going to see through it eventually. She’s smarter than we give her credit for.”

The door creaks open, the others walking out one after another. “Can’t believe she believed your story about the faces,” Yunho shakes his head, glaring at the glass in the bush. He takes it out, throwing it into Wooyoung’s lap. The younger whines but he ignores him, eyes back to Mingi. “Who the Hell left them just hanging on the wall? Yeosang, was it you?”

Yeosang rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Now why would I let the dead hang on the wall? I didn’t care for their faces before, and I still do not now. No need to stare at the people who tried to take her away from us.”

“It was me,” Wooyoung smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was just before she came. I was too excited and left it there. I thought I locked the door when I left. I’m sure I did.”

“You obviously didn’t,” Jongho says, the last to exit the building. He locks the door, stretching out his limbs. “We had to fabricate an excuse because of your slip up.”

The others don’t feel the need to chime into the scolding, keeping to their own conversations. Yeosang only listens in silence, deep in his thoughts. A nudge from Jongho makes him move, a slow walk to the shared car. He sits in the back, rubbing his face.

“Tired?” Mingi asks, looking back. Yeosang only shrugs.

“Long night.”

“You okay? You didn’t even drink any tonight,” Seonghwa finally says a word, eyes on his rearview. “It’s been a few days. You’re going to get sick soon. You have to be careful.”

“I know that,” his tone is sharp. Yeosang immediately realizes what he’s done, looking at the rearview. “I’m sorry. I haven’t had an appetite, but I’ll drink soon. Jongho has some bags at home I can try.”

“You gag every time, hyung. You’re just going to waste it,” Jongho notes, turning in his seat. “Just go out for a late run. We don’t want to see you like that again.”

Yeosang doesn’t respond to him, shutting his eyes. The bright fluorescence only makes his headache grow. He hasn’t felt like this for a while, the lack of blood tiring him. The thought of drinking from a human makes his stomach queasy. The familiar feeling of when he was just turned into this thing rising again. It took him years to push this burden away, but it’s just happening all over again. And the solution back then isn’t something he can consider now.

He rubs his brows.

San left your room long ago. It’s late in the night, and you know you should probably sleep. The others already came back, in their individual rooms. Lingering on the thought of his abrupt exit has your mind swirling. You rise from your blankets, pushing yourself off the mattress and into the hallway. Seonghwa’s door is shut as you walk down the hallway. You were planning on warming up some milk to try to get some semblance of rest, but your eyes land on Yeosang’s ajar door. You can see a lamp light on, a low cough coming from inside. It’s very likely that he already knows you’re outside the door just as before, but you still hesitate. He kicked you out before, what makes you think that you’re invited again?

The next cough is louder this time, as if he’s gagging. Fear rises in your heart as you swing open the door. Yeosang’s on the floor, coughing violently. You rush over and crouch next to him, patting his back. The motion is silly, he’s a vampire and you doubt he’d die from choking, but you do it nevertheless. His coughs slowly subside, fingers digging into the rug beneath him. You can smell the familiar iron scent, the color of it staining the fabric.

“I’m okay,” he says, voice scratchy. “You can go.”

“Why do you always kick me out?”

“I don’t want you to see me this way, pretty,” he lets go of the rug, head turning to you. The blood is smeared across his lips, staining the front of his nightshirt. He wipes his face, looking back at the floor. The blood bag is spilling against the carpet. He picks it up slowly, leaning it against a leg of his bed. “I’m not at my best right now.”

“You’re okay,” you only say, and he doesn’t respond. He stands up slowly, wiping his hands against his pants. He walks into his bathroom, leaving you alone in the room. For a moment you think that he’s going to abandon you in the room, but he comes back out. His face is free of the blood, shirt and pants changed. Still, he says nothing to you, his body sitting down on his bed. Even as you sit next to him, bodies inches apart, he stares down.

"Talk to me," you murmur, tilting your head so that your eyes could meet. He actively avoids it, staring at his fingers. You think for a moment before moving in between the line of sight. A small smile settles on his lips, eyes finally meeting yours. It's a brief moment, gaze heavy once more. You rest your head on his thighs, his hands hesitant.

“Is this okay?” you ask, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You flinched from my touch." He murmurs. You’re assuming he’s talking about the last night you’ve seen him. The way you jumped when he grabbed your wrist.

"It was unexpected."

He sighs, gaze on yours. "You don't have to lie, pretty. I saw the fear in your eyes."

"That fear was not fear of you, Yeosang. It was fear that you'd be upset at my actions. And since when have I agreed to you calling me pretty? All of these nicknames that you all have given me. You should give me a chance to agree with them, no?"

He laughs softly. His fingers shake as he brushes flyaway hairs from your face, deep in his thoughts. You don't care to pull him out of it, his cool skin only comforting to the blistering heat outside. He leans down, your eyes steady on his. His thumb rubs your cheek, gaze settled on your lips. He licks his own, a shallow breath escaping him.

"I want you badly," His finger presses lightly into your bottom lip. "I should be ashamed for being selfish with your time in comparison to the others, but how can I be? They are jealous of our closeness, you know. Perhaps you should visit them often as well."

"And why aren't you jealous?"

He smirks, brow quirking. "Because they occupy your days, but you only come to warm my bed at night."

"Yeosang…" His name falls breathless. His eyes widened slightly, hand stiff. He lets go of you, but doesn’t move from his spot. “Why were you drinking out of a bag?”

His gaze is empty. But you wait, his silence no longer an answer. “I can’t… my mind is too filled with unnecessary thoughts. So I’ve been trying to drink out of that microwaved bag for over an hour now. And as you’ve seen, I haven’t been the most successful. But humans, their smells feel wrong.” His nose scrunches. “You might call this cheesy, but I can only stand your smell. Now that I’m familiar with your scent again, everyone else smells distasteful.”

“What will you do?” You ask, looking back to the bag on the floor. “All of the blood from the bag is on the rug.”

He laughs humorlessly, “Good question. I’ll keep on trying. Even an ounce is better than nothing.”

Your next thought isn’t wise at all. But as you stare up at him, worry rising in your chest, it’s hard not to think of it. Yeosang is struggling, that you can tell. You thought he was just moody the past few days, barely any words falling from his lips. But it’s because he’s been starving himself. And… and this isn’t smart to think about. Isn’t smart to wonder. But you cannot help it. It’s a burden to be this empathetic.

“No.” Yeosang shakes his head, looking down at you. “Don’t ask, because I will tell you no.”

“I haven’t said a word yet–”

“I’m not drinking from you, yn. No.” His tone seems final, gaze steady on yours. “That’s not something that I’d consider. You’re not going to be food for me. I won’t allow it.”

“You’re hurting,” you say.

“I can handle it.”

“You can’t.”

“You don’t know me, yn. You haven’t the slightest idea what I can handle,” his voice breaks as your hand touches his cheek, lids fluttering at the touch. “I’m okay, alright?”

You lean up, “Okay. I won’t push you.”

He lets out a breath of relief. “Thank you. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” you drop your hand from his cheek, adjusting yourself on the edge of his bed. “I’m all ears.”

“Why are you awake? It’s four in the morning.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Same as you, mind is reeling. Can’t sleep. I was planning on grabbing a cup of milk. Maybe hot chocolate now.”

“Can I join you?” His voice is low. “Something to occupy mine.”

You stand, nodding. He follows you in an instant. You can’t help but laugh at his sudden eagerness, body just a step away from yours as you two walk into the kitchen. He rests at the island, watching as you pour milk into a small pot. You look back at him.

“Hot chocolate?”

His smile is small, “No thank you.”

You shrug, “Your loss.” You move, leaning up to open a top cabinet. Your hands hesitate against the knob, thinking back to just a few days ago. Yeosang trapping you in this exact spot. You move quickly, pulling out the mix and shutting the doors a bit loud. You stare at the stove, your back to Yeosang as you try to calm your breaths.

This kitchen has given you more action than you’ve ever had in your life.

“What’s on your mind?” Yeosang asks from behind you. You turn on your heel. Too quick, your finger touches the blade of the scissors. You hiss, grabbing your hand. A cut splits down the length of your index finger. You turn around, turning to the sink. Before you can put your hand underneath the water, Yeosang’s hand stops you. His grip is tight as he holds you.

His gaze is hard, eyes stuck on the blood dripping down your finger. His red eyes darken as he continues to stare. His hand trembles as it holds yours, thoughts running through his mind.

“Yeosang–”

“Hold on, give me a moment. Just… a moment, pretty,” his words are low as he keeps his gaze on your hand. “I can’t…” he breathes, shaking his head. “yn…” He looks scared as he meets your gaze. He doesn’t say anything else, swallowing deeply. You offered before, accepted his rejection of it. And he might not be in the right headspace to say no again, that you can tell. You wanted to help him, but you wanted him to agree to it first.

“I won’t force you,” you say softly. “Decide for yourself, Yeo.”

Yeosang’s lip twitches at his name. “Yeo. Are we that close that you’re giving me nicknames now?” He throws your words back at you, smiling. He slowly brings your finger to his lips. His cold breath tickles your skin. He looks at you as he drags his tongue along the cut, blood tainting his lips. It’s cold on your finger. His other hand reaches out, holding your arm up to him. He slides your finger into his mouth, sucking lightly on your finger.

“Oh…”

The feeling is odd. It still stings a bit as he’s drinking up from the small cut. But the way your body is reacting to him is odd. The way your breath hitches, the way that despite his cold touch, it suddenly feelings very, very hot.

His nose flares, eyes flicking from yours to the way your legs tighten together. Yeosang’s gaze moves back to yours. He pulls your finger out of his mouth, breaths heavily.

“Pretty,” his voice is hoarse, hands gripping the counter in front of him. “Remember what I said earlier, about wanting you?”

You’re too overwhelmed with what just happened to utter an answer, so you nod in response. He nods along with you. You gasp when a loud crunch echoes around the kitchen. The counter he was touching falls to pieces underneath his grip, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Can I have you?” The need dripping from each word of his isn’t unknown to you.

The situation is strange. His eyes flicking over your body, glancing at your finger often. The way his lips are stained with you, painting him red. You should be freaking out, you should be running away from this. He moves closer to you this time, waiting for a word of protest from you. His hands grip your thighs, lifting you with ease onto the counter. He reaches around you, turning off the stove. He rests his head against your arm, humming.

Yeosang looks up at you, brows furrowed. “Please,” the word drips from his lips, hands gripping your hips. “Please let me have you. Please use me.” He’s begging, hands sliding from your hips to your thighs, squeezing once. He licks your lips once, pressing his against the corner of them. “Say something pretty.”

This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this. You were supposed to be making hot chocolate. But as he stares up at you, eyes needy. Your gaze moves to his lips. You lean forward a fraction, hesitating. You shouldn’t. You can’t.

Your hands reach up, fingers tugging the back of his hair as you pull him forward into you, a small kiss pressed against his lips. Everything about him is cold, yet his lips are soft, molding into yours easily. Hands moving back to your waste. He pulls away in an instant and you panic in that second, until he grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers against your lips, kissing the curve of your chin.

“It’s not right,” you respond back. He pulls you off the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Should we stop?” You say through a breath, the grip his arms on you only making you more aroused. His arms only squeeze you tighter, a low moan spilling out of you.

“Fuck no.”

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A/N: A little something i whipped out for the lovely @ssahotchnerr , i wish you can find comfort in this after a long day! A/N 2: this fic is not meant to tell any of y'all to actually quit your jobs BUT if that's your jam then yassss. and a lil aaron gif because he's that handsome.

A fucking break. That's what you needed. One. Fucking. Break. And maybe, just maybe, you could survive the week. Your office had been chaos, problem after problem dropping on your shoulders, weight that shouldn't even be put on you was laid without care or purpose by careless employees trying to avoid the consequences of a work sloppily done.

You weren't sure when you turned into the firm's escapegoat, but everyday your coworkers found a way to make your endless patience actually reach a limit you believed unknown. Daily, your sole motivation to get through the day was getting home to your loving, attentive, and ridiculously attractive boyfriend. Hence why this week, with him stuck in a no-name-town in the middle of nowehere, mind you the cell service being non-existant, was proving particularly trying.

The frustration was building past a level you could handle, and yet you refused to allow the people who had caused it to see you break. You excused yourself and headed to the bathroom, hands shaking from a mixture of anger and desperation. You attempted to wash your face in order to calm down, and it helped to a point, but it wasn't going to fix it. There wasn't much that could fix it, honestly.

Your lunch break was coming to an end, and you couldn't spend it feeling sorry for yourself by the toilets, so you decided to head back and actually eat the food you'd brought. On your way out, you had just the fortune to run into the worst of the omens: your immediate superior. "Hey, you look sick." they said without care.

Just what you needed, sarcastic observations about your appearance. "Just stressed out. Lots to do." you replied without a particular tone.

"Go home and rest." they mentioned again.

You had to take a second to double check your ears. "Pardon?" you tried to seek for confirmation.

"Before I change my mind, gather your things, I will see you tomorrow." without even waiting for an answer, they were out of your sight. You weren't in a position to hesitate, so you headed back, gathered your belongings in a hurry, and bolted out of the building like a frog into a pond. You were going to figure out what God had taken pity on you later.

Without looking back, and certainly not minding the pile of files that someone else was going to begrudgingly have to finish, you made your way to the entrance doors. To be honest, you weren't big on fairytales, and rom-coms were just, well, fantasy. But there were a few good men out there, few that would do whatever they could to make your cheesiest dreams come true.

Aaron Hotchner was one of them, and the way he stood there, suit still on, your favorite flowers in his hand, reminded you princes did exist, and God was merciful enough to save the best one for you. You believed to be dreaming for a moment, but the way his smile shined reminded you no dream could ever be so beautiful.

Your attire didn't quite allowed you to sprint, but you directed yourself to him as fast as you could, your body practically swinging into his. His arms welcomed you oh with so much familiarity. He could make a hellish place feel like home with a mere hug.

"What are you doing here?" you asked while pulling back to look at his face, your hands refusing to leave the sides of his torso.

"Wrapped up the case early. I've missed you." he leaned down to press a gentle peck to your lips. He had noticed prying eyes from behind the glass doors before, and so, for your sake, he didn't want to make a scene.

"I missed you, too, baby, you have no idea how much." you melted in his arms to engulf the smell of his cologne. He had applied it fresh for you in the car, something you would notice later. However, a strange idea hit you in the middle of enjoying your boyfriend's presence. "Hold on. How did you know I was going to go out early?" you inquired, and he smiled mischeviously at the question.

"I wanted to take you to lunch, so I had a little talk with your boss and convinced them to let you free a bit earlier." he explained.

"Convinced?" there was disbelief in your questioning.

"Mhm." he hummed "Turns out people do whatever you want when you give them a hundred dollars." he let out a cocky chuckle.

"Aaron!" you hit his chest as you laughed. Whatever. The gossip that would run around the next day was a low price to pay to see his handsome face again.

He guided you gently to the car, and the entire ride to the restaurant was filled with domestic chat, things you needed to buy, funny things the pets had done, the ruckus the team had caused, the two new frown lines that had appeared on his forehead because of it. He surprised you by taking you to your favorite place, and he even went as far as to reserve a private area, where the two of you could be alone.

You ate accompanied by further small talk. From time to time, when the table got quiet, you would simply stare in awe at the delight that was him. You were lucky, oh, so lucky. So, then, what was the pressing rage that you seemed to hold within you whenever he smiled a little too bright?

"Hey," you broke the silence in one of moments "is there anything you envy me for?"

Your question was oddly formulated, and the intention behind it seemed a mystery to him. His eyebrows furrowed together, his chin slightly raised as his eyes scanned you over, your face, the shape of your shoulders, the fall of your chest.

"Okay, stop, get that profiler face off my sight" you said jokingly, and he chuckled along, a little embarrassed of having been so transparent.

"Then, care to elaborate?" he answered as his expression relaxed once again.

"I'm envious of you." you admitted "I can only wonder what it feels doing what you love, in a place that you love; to feel so driven to do what you are convinced is best for you"

"I thought you liked your job?" Aaron dropped his utensils by his plate, his attention turning to you.

"What I do, yeah, but that place. It just feels like little by little it's crushing parts of my soul I didn't know were there." you dropped your sight with melancoly.

"Then quit." his eyes fixed on you, his sight stern.

"What?" you raised your vision again with surprise.

"If you're unhappy, leave that place. I can handle the bills until you find somewhere you can truly feel comfortable working at." he reassured.

"And you won't be disappointed?" Bottom line was that your boyfriend was always so clear about what he wanted, what he did, and why he did it, that you couldn't help but feel like a failure from time to time for having so many doubts and struggles. You didn't want to let him down. He worked hard for you, for the family that you were aspiring to form.

"Sweetheart." his hand slipped forward, palm inviting yours to land into it, which you allowed. He gave you a light squeeze, and his eyes once again landed on yours "Leaving the comfort of a steady paycheck to embark on a journey to find happiness can be terrifying, and to do so, or even ponder so, requires great bravery. How could I be anything but proud?"

There he went again, making everything feel like a Drew Barrymore movie. You swallowed back a knot in your throat to prevent the tears from falling down, in return you squeezed the fingers that remained by yours.

"I love you infinitely, Aaron Hotchner, don't you ever forget that." was all you could let out.

He drew a gentle smile on his face, soft, adoring eyes admiring your expression from his seat. After a couple of seconds, he leaned back to be able to cut his food back up. "Your quick wit." Aaron said out of the blue, and you raised your eyebrows questioningly. "You have a wit and a capacity to create that I have yet to encounter in someone else. The ability to see beauty and joy in places no one would even think to look at. You bring laughter and fun to those around you, and you do it without expecting anything in return." he took a second to catch his breath "The vilest of horrors I see on the daily turn to a summer field when seen through your eyes. That's the only reason I can keep doing what I do."

You felt like he was giving you too much credit, but for once you let yourself drown in the adoration of his words. He made you feel safe, confident, powerful. Angels, princes, knights, who cared about any of them? When you have Aaron, you have it all.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotcher x reader #gentle aaron my beloved #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner/reader #<3 #for every job frustrated person out there #you are seen and it gets better #blurb: mine #blurb: hotchner #blurb: criminal minds

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what-gs-watching · 5 months

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"It's the things we love most that destroy us."

The other night, I did the last live session for my career bootcamp, and I decided I was gonna take yesterday to myself and just chill out.

Which led to me seeing an early movie. I honestly enjoy going to the movies by myself, sitting in a mostly empty theater and just getting lost in whatever is going on for a while. I’ve been meaning to go since this ‘hiatus’ started and there hadn’t really been anything enticing enough, but finally I gave in, and went to see

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.

….Fuck, y’all. I came home and I felt a lot of WAYS about a LOT of things.

I read all of the original books while the movies were coming out. They were lent to me by one of my forever best friend slash favorite coworker - this dude was NOT the type of person to ever, ever read the Hunger Games but he did, and we got into the habit of swapping books and I ran through all of them. It was only fair, I’d made him read The Rum Diaries.

I love dystopian shit. I really do. I think most of us are fascinated with the idea of society breaking down. And also, how much worse it could actually be than it is now. That’s why I loved The Last of Us and Handmaid’s Tale and a million other things. It’s a curiosity. And a comfort, kind of. Like, things are fucked, but look how much more fucked they could be, aren’t you kind of glad, now?

So of course I was all in on a villain origin story for The Hunger Games. Who wouldn’t be?

I’m not really sure what I was expecting. I haven’t read the book yet, I’m so behind on actual reading (has fanfic taken over my life? Yes) but holy HELL. Like, they made this movie and they put it out and they were like “people are terrible, here’s a wonderful example of that. Hope you can stomach it.”

Wherein, a young Coriolanus Snow tries to mentor a tribute in the 10th annual Hunger Games (whose popularity is waning) to victory so he can get some desperately needed money for his family and shit spirals incredibly out of control.

Heartstrings are definitely pulled for Corio, I can’t deny it. He lives with his grandmother and his cousin and their family used to be powerful but his mother died in childbirth and his father was murdered during the rebellion and they show him and the cousin almost starving during that time and I get it. It’s unfortunate. But he gets into the academy and he sees his opportunity to finally get his family back to better footing, and that’s commendable.

He does some dubious shit in the beginning to help his standing - like making suggestions on how they can make the Games more popular again. Suggesting people need to get attached to the tributes, so they’ll be invested in their ultimate fates. That’s some psychological warfare. But also, it makes perfect sense. And it’s so gross.

Then he gets attached to his tribute, Lucy Gray, and he’s determined to help her live, and of course it’s because if his tribute wins then he’ll supposedly get some prize money, but it also seems like cares about her. Along the way, his friendship with Sejanus, another academy student who is originally from district 2, and who is rightfully absolutely disgusted with the games, grows. Eventually, Corio cheats to help Lucy, even though he’s been explicitly told that cheating will come with terrible consequences.

And so like, I’m with it so far. You gotta do some unsavory things to survive, we all do, it’s human nature. And that’s really the entire point of the movie but this motherfucker eventually takes it too far. But he also helps Sejanus when he goes into the arena to try and protest what the fuck is going on, and so it’s like, a balancing act.

Lucy Gray eventually wins the Hunger Games. I’m not gonna go into how fucked up all the death scenes during the Games are. Or how horrible the one girl is, leading a pack. There’s a lot of ruthlessness but also tenderness and it’s just as terrible as all of the other Games are, with a lot less finesse.

Anyway, after she wins, Snow is obviously punished and forced into being a peacekeeper in the districts, and he weasels his way to 12 where he knows Lucy is. And surprise! They fall in love. I am VERY curious to know how he gets away with running off with her all the time, that dude is supposed to be part of the military that shit should not be possible, but whatever.

Turns out, Sejanus follows Crio to 12 too, and that’s sweet. Sejanus really thinks they’ve got a bond. And maybe they do. But he’s dealing with a fucking psychopath and he doesn’t know it.

So sweet little Sejanus sees injustices in the district and he wants to help so he starts cavorting with rebels because of course he does, he’s the good guy in this fucking story, and Snow doesn’t approve but he’s also caught up in Lucy Gray and trying to figure out a way to get back to the capital, apparently.

And then it all comes to a head when he follows Sujanus to a secret rebel meeting and Snow ends up killing one of the dudes involved, and then the mayor’s daughter dies too, and tells Lucy and Sujanas no one can know about any of this obviously, and another guy takes the guns that were used and hides them.

The next day the Peacekeepers are obviously intent on finding the guns and hanging the killers. There’s some searching, and then they find one of the rebels involved. THEN we cut to two guys up in the noose, Corio standing guard like a good little keeper, and then they’re pulling SEJANUS up to the platform too and he’s crying for Snow to help him and he just watches and this poor kiddo is unceremoniously snapped at the neck.

Afterward, Snow makes a plan to run away with Lucy Gray and so they go. Like, he must love her if he’s going to try and escape Panem with her forever? Like, he must be abandoning his family and going for it? He’s abandoning his chance to be sent to 2 for officer training as well, his way back into property society. So he must mean it?

But when they stop at a cabin to get out of the rain, he discovers the guns they’d used in the murders. And he realizes he can get rid of them for good, and maybe he doesn’t have to escape after all. And Lucy can see the gears working in his mind and she knows he’s already lied to her because he let it slip that he’s killed 3 people and she was like ‘who was the 3rd?’ and I’m thinking the same thing too. And he lies about it.

So she lies too, says she’s going out to forage some food and when he goes after her, he finds the scarf he gave her on the ground and when he picks it up, a snake she’d planted there bites him. And he loses his shit. He’s carrying the gun he used to kill that rebel and he’s screaming and when he catches a glimpse of her, he shoots. He wants to kill her, she’s a loose end now, just like that.

Maybe she got away. We never really know. But honestly, in my mind, he got a good bite out of her and she eventually dies. Because it would make sense this asshole ruthlessly kills the one person he worked so hard to help survive, the one person who loved him, just out of self preservation.

Afterwards, he goes back to 12 and finds out he’s being sent back to the capital. And we need to give ALL the kudos to Viola Davis for her portrayal of Gaul, who was the head gamemaster, and was absolutely out of her everloving mind. She’d been pushing Snow behind the scenes throughout, likely because one fucked up person can recognize another fucked up person with potential.

So he meets with her, and we find out that he’d slipped information to her about Sejanus’s activities, and that’s why he was strung up. She wants him to attend university and become her protege. And he’s all about it. Sejanus’s family is going to pay his way because he was such a good friend and tried to do right by their kid (jesus christ y’all) and tada! Just like that, his family is restored to the status they expect and they have nice things now and everything is tickety-boo.

At the end, he meets with Highbottom, the academy’s dean, who has been absolutely not a fan of Snow throughout his exploits. He’d been determined to keep the kid down, and at first you’re like ‘yo what’s your deal?’ but we come to find out that Highbottom had inadvertently invented the Hunger Games as a thought experiment, sharing it with his best friend, Snow’s father. Who took it, and had it implemented. And Highbottom’s been trying to stop it ever since. No wonder he wanted to get rid of Snow.

Joke’s on him though, he’s hooked up morphling and after Snow leaves, he takes one of the viles that Snow had dumped on his desk, part of Sejanus’s personal effects, and immediately dies. Everyone that could of stopped him, everyone that could have been even vaguely a threat, gone.

And all of this, for what? Power and money? Security, I guess in some twisted way? Because he felt threatened? Did what happened to him turn him into this, or did what happened to him just show him he’s always been this way?

I wanted a villain origin story and I got it. And I kind of hated it. Because they had me in the first half. Because maybe we all have the propensity to become something so horrific if we’re thrust into just the exactly right set of circumstances. I mean, maybe we don’t, but we could, and I don’t think anyone ever really wants to find out.

Don’t make me look too close at humanity. That way lies madness.

The point is: I probably did not need to feel all of that right now. But it was good in a way that makes you angry. And sometimes, life’s just like that. Sometimes snow lands on top.

Fucking dystopian futures...

#what g's watching #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #movies #dystopian future #coriolanus snow

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ill-say-this-fast · 7 months

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Hi! Idk if you're still taking scarletsilver/maxicest asks but I'll just shoot my shot I guess.

Idk if I'm alone in this or not but one of my biggest maxicest headcanons is that if Wanda didn't magically create her twin babies... she still would have had them... with Pietro. (Ya know what I mean).

I know, I know, I know. There's plenty of reasons why it sounds illogical. BUT! I feel like if Wanda never loved Vision (or just said "frick it" and just elopes with her brother) or if she really really REALLY wanted to have babies (the 'traditional' way) and asked Pietro... you know that man is 1000% gonna go with whatever his beloved sister wants whether he likes it or not.

Another reason why is because I want them to raise my boys Thomas/Tommy and William/Billy. Especially our lil speed. Baby boy deserves all the nice things. We already see how Wanda interacts with her boys as their mother-not-mother. But imagine if Pietro was their actual dad and how he would interact with the boys?? So many possibilitiessss

And if Wanda and Pietro did raise them, they would also train/mentor Billy and Tommy with their powers early on which would probably make them more powerful or at least more in control in their powers.

Anyways, sorry for the rant! Just wanna know what you'd think of this headcanon of mine and anything you'd like to add really! :)))

I'm never not taking asks, thanks for sending this!

i love having them all as a family. for tommy especially. the kaplans are good parents, but tommy never got to have that and that sucks because wanda loved him so much the whole time and ughh they could have been happy. i would love more wanda and tommy stuff in canon or otherwise. but i also love pietro being more a part of tommys life. not sure if pietro is more competitive or concilliatory with him? bit of both probably. seeing himself in tommy and whether that creates friction or pride or pity.

like in 616 i feel like they have major old cat vs new hyperactive kitten energy and idk if that would be the same if pietro helped raise him from birth but i do love it. pietro's slightly put-on long suffering exasperation and tommy's overwhelming need to annoy this one guy in particular but underneath pietro's really fond of him and tommy's looking for attention and for someone to appreciate him and care that he exists. but they should also get to have stupid fun at high speeds (and together cause i imagine its usually pretty isolating).

in 616 i go with the headcanon that billy and tommy are pietros genetically, like wanda made them as if they were his, but it was still done magically and he just had to see it from afar. theyre the children she always imagined having, the ones she really wanted. so i have no qualms about just making them fully biologically his in AUs, its the way the rebirths and subsequent life experiences affect their personalities that i have to work around.

im working on (slowly) a 616 post childrens crusade fic where the two of them sort of readopt tommy. and they form this kind of nuclear family but dont talk to each other about it really because theyre all afraid the others will reject it. 100% happy ending they get the family they were supposed to have eventually.

also something i probably wont write but have as an idea. a very lighthearted fox xmen au where billy and tommy exist and theyre like 12-14 and pietro (peter i guess) has to keep juggling his job of Saving the World(tm) with dealing with whatever bullshit the boys have done. like the phoenix force is out of control and we need to do something to stop jean from destroying the world, but billy really wanted to see a dinosaur and now theres a time rift in the garden and pietro cannot let his coworkers find out about his children and their godlike powers, so he's bouncing between some really deep placatory conversation with jean and trying to find enough cages to put all the velociraptors in before wanda gets home and finds the house in a mess.

#im not getting alerts for asks dont know whats up with that but i will always reply to them when i see them :)#maxicest #txt post #billy #tommy #answered

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theoldaeroplane · 10 months

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jouwnaling

had a really, really nice day yesterday, was just in a lovely mood all day. I think it may have been related to the fact I did not get high the night before, so I'm going to try to test that theory and dial my usage down. I really enjoy weed and think it has a lot of benefits, especially for neurodivergent folk, but I'm recognizing that I used it as a way to cope with my situations last year. I'd like to wean myself off it a bit and be more present now that my life is starting to not suck. Still gonna keep it around for fun and really bad ruminating though. Weed makes it so much easier for me to hang out with people in person for a long time, and to go into overstimulating spaces.

Been having tons of fun rotating my version of Link in my brain for Antebellum (the WIP name of my LoZ fic). He has so many problems. He is a dumb motherfucker. I'm also consciously putting a lot of things I've been struggling with into this story, both to process them for myself and to give the fic, you know, that extra layer of authenticity, relatability? It's nice, I'm excited to be excited again. I'm gonna fuck up that elf boy so bad.

Had my second yoga class last night, it was nice. I'm not sure if I can afford to keep going but I'm going to try to. In a way it feels silly to pay for something I could technically do for free at home with a YouTube video, but I think the atmosphere makes a significant enough difference to be worth paying for.

Finally made a vet appointment for the dog. She needs her shots and I can't put off the fact she needs dental surgery any longer.

I really, really need to reopen commissions, but I still feel burned out on art. I'm trying to make some adoptables and YCHs as a middle ground. Haven't had a lot of success there yet. That said, I've been putting a lot of my energy into cleaning up my house and taking care of myself. The house is coming along really well, and hopefully soon I'll have it leveled out enough to make it a nicer space for my creative endeavors.

I applied for another job this week, one totally out of my field and experience: house cleaning. It's not something I'd ever considered, but I found the listing by chance and it occurred to me that a job where I just clean and listen to podcasts sounds like heaven. Especially for my autistic ass. No constant stream of customers. No dress shirts. No repeatedly explaining terms and price sheets. Just show up and clean. I'm sure such a job has its own frustrations (hard on the body, exceptionally gross houses, telling people when something is not in my job description, driving a lot), but, like. My current job---while I genuinely like a lot of the work, and I really love my boss and coworkers---the customer service aspect is killing me, the dress code brings back bad memories, and even though I'm working full time (over full time, even, I'm there 8:30-5 because I take a thirty minute lunch break) I'm not making enough to fully support myself. I keep getting sent home early because there's nothing for me to do, and my boss is only a regional manager and has been very forthcoming with the fact I am already at the absolute highest end of the payscale for my position without taking on more responsibilities.

The fact that I can be working full time and still have to rely on a side hustle, and even THEN can't put anything aside for savings, is awful. I can't do more hours, I can't take on more responsibilities, and I can't get a second job. Any of those things would seriously compromise my mental health and I have to take care of myself. I've always dreaded it when I'm asked to take on more responsibilities at my jobs. I don't want advancement, I don't want to manage anyone (I can barely manage myself!), I don't give a shit what my title is. I want to do my work really well, get paid, and go home.

And the cleaning job, at the absolute lowest end, still pays about 5k more per year than my current position.

So, currently, yeah, housecleaning sounds like a dream job. Show up. Clean. Leave. Repeat. The company in question also has glowing employee reviews on Glassdoor, with the worst things being "could pay better" and "sometimes there's favoritism." I don't have any qualms about """being a maid""" on like a social level or whatever. I like the idea that I would be making a tangible difference for individuals, instead of printing out hundreds of advertising mailers that are going to go directly into the trash. I finding cleaning very satisfying. I like the idea of not sitting around bored because there's no customers and nothing to do and I'm not allowed to have my phone out, and then getting sent home early so I miss out on half my pay for that day. And so much less masking! My god! It sounds like paradise!

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, but sometimes that's because it really is better grass.

So. Hoping to hear back about that soon. I filled out a questionnaire thing for them yesterday that seemed like it was basically checking to see if I was a narcissistic sociopath or not. I have a weekend without any Special Events happening for the first time in like a month, just my tabletop games and my volunteer work. My clothes and bedding are all washed, I got most of the dog piss smell out of the carpet from when I was too exhausted to take her out often enough, and I cut my hair. I have a writing project again. I've been making new friends and reconnecting with old ones. I adore going out to the barn every saturday. My therapist says I'm doing really, really well. Everything's coming up Corgi, for now. Fingers crossed :)

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lids feel at their heaviest — a long day; a long shift. being called out onto field not routine — nor a first. she aids fellow sorcerers, invests all that she has in ensuring all coworkers and friends return home to loved ones. her? she may lack a family to come home to, but knowing others can live to see another day, it had always been as fulfilling enough. she sits at passenger side, prior to expressing an utmost gratitude for his offer of driving her home. it certainly beat taking the subway so late at night, or walking. in the welcoming silence, amongst the low rumble of engine and wheels driving over concrete, she leans to his shoulder, head falling peacefully in place. eyes close, features relaxed in a state of repose. she sighs contently, nearly lulled by the calmness enshrouding them. “ today was a good day… ” she shares, rosy cheek nuzzling more comfortably. “ not a single soul was lost in my care… but i don’t know, i just felt… i felt stronger than usual today… ” difficult to explain, she opts not to dwell too much into it. perhaps this strength came from her blessings. “ nanami - san… “ she yawns, “ i may not have anyone to come home to each night, but i’m just as happy to live another day as those who do because it still means i get to spend another with you… ” and she realizes, that was just as good — maybe even better.

IT WAS VERY RARE that Nanami ever drove a car, though on the off chance that he had to for whatever reason, he held little issues with giving someone a ride back to their place. In Peach’s case, he would have preferred for her to go with him than push herself heading to the subway. With how tired she seemed, no doubt she might have fallen asleep during the ride and potentially missed her stop…or so it felt, at least. As they made their way down the street, he put on the radio, albeit low – just enough to fill the car’s silence and soothing enough to make one want to drift into Sleep’s oh so tempting embrace. ❝You worked hard today,❞ he said the moment he felt her cheek against his shoulder, faint amusement within the hint of a smile that tugged upon the edges of his lips. Not towards the fact that she had worked and worked to the bone, but because it was rare for him to catch her so obviously exhausted as she was. Truth be told, he could almost say it was endearing, in a way. Truly he appreciated everything that she did.

Something Nanami liked to remind Peach of every now and then. ❝It was thanks to your efforts that many were able to go home tonight. Thank you for that.❞ Their society needed more people with her abilities…but really, he wished that Peach didn’t have to use them at all. That she could just go home from work content and happy without fear of some monster devouring one of her neighbors or her being put in a scene that was equivalent to a warzone. There hadn’t been an incident like the one that had transpired with Geto in a long time, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen again. There was always a chance for worse in their line of work. Such was something that Nanami had to learn early on. The words that she sleepily spoke surprised him a little – so much that he found himself looking away from the road for a second or two to look upon Peach’s face. Ah…he hadn’t had heard something like that before aimed in his direction… Not for a very long time...

His gaze softened, focus now returned ahead. ❝Let us make sure that continues. The world would be a little bleaker without you in it.❞ He meant that. Every word. ❝As long as you keep fighting, I will keep fighting too.❞ Even if he couldn’t anymore, he hoped that Peach would only think of times like this one. The movement of the car, the soft voice on the radio, and the peace she felt.

#soverina #;v: purify the impure #answered #;;inbox #;post: beta #[GUUUUGH //////]

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Hii, oh heck yeah I'd love a fic! My character of choice will be Tigress/Sheena, since I'm really interested on how she of all people would handle things. Have fun with it! Also, you can call me Gunshot Anon 😁

- 💖🔫

A Pleasant Surprise

Sheena/Tigress x Afab pregnant reader

[Author’s Note: I’ll get to other people’s requests soon I’m just fixated on this right now and I do what I want. Also nice to meet you Gunshot Anon!]

(Content Warning: Mentions of reader’s past relationship that didn’t work out, the baby is from reader’s past relationship.)

There was something about you, you had an effect on people. A beautiful smile, a voice that dragged her in, and a personality she could never forget. To say you changed Sheena was an understatement. She stole less, rarely wished to kill others, only fought if it was necessary. You never knew about her criminal past yet you made her a better person.

Perfectly manicured nails tapping on the counter with a bored, dead stare. Sheena used to straighten and cut her hair when she an operative so it wouldn’t get in her face but now she was letting it grow and take it’s natural form down to her shoulders.

“Sheena!” She grimaced at the woman who said her name in such a whiny voice. What was her name? Claire? Cassidy? Coralline? She didn’t care. “I gotta go early! You think you can cover my shift?” Sheena glared at her like an unimpressed cat. “Then I better get your pay, I didn’t come here to make friends.” A lazy smile tugged on plum colored lips as her coworker stomped off to find their boss. Was she suppose to be afraid of some soulless, balding old man? Yeah right.

With nothing else to do she took her phone out of her jean’s side pocket.

[1] message from [Boo 💘]:

When will you be home? We need to talk

It only took one text to cause adrenaline to pump through her veins. “Sheena, we need to talk about your behavior.” She shoved her boss out of the way, he flinched as the dark green apron she once wore was thrown at him. “Can it old man!” Sheena dashed to her car and sped through the roads until she made it to the humble apartment you two shared. Your car was still in the driveway so that’s a good sign. She hastily unlocked the door and went inside. There you were lounging on the couch with your phone in hand. You turned to face her with a startled expression from her suddenly bursting into the room.

“Thank god!” Sheena went over to you, her hands on your shoulders. “Are you hurt!?” You shook your head. “No I’m okay. But uh…could you sit down? I have some pretty big news that could effect the both of us.” Were you breaking up with her? She looked at you with suspicious eyes as she slowly sat down.

You swallowed, glancing around the room. “I promise I’m not breaking up with you.” But would she break up with you after this? Would she be disgusted? Would she want nothing to do with you? It wouldn’t surprise you if she did, it’s not like it was biological her kid. You were going to be asking a lot from her. You grabbed a handful of the blanket on your lap. “I don’t think I talked about it much but before I was dating someone else. He wasn’t a bad person but we weren’t compatible.”

What were you saying?

“I swear I didn’t know and I’m sure he didn’t either. I didn’t mean to hide anything from you.” You grabbed something on the coffee table and handed it to her.

A small device in a plastic bag with two red lines.

“Holy shit…” She stared at it for a couple of seconds making sure she wasn’t imagining that second line. Once she got over her shock Sheena cleared her throat. “Well what do you wanna do? I’m involved but this isn’t about me.” In an instant the anxiety was washed away. Your girlfriend had her moments where she could get angry. Of course she was shocked yet calm. The fact that she wanted to know what you wanted to do instead of forcing anything made you feel safer. You should have known you could trust her.

“I want to go through with it and raise it, but I don’t want to do it alone.” She nodded and moved closer to you. “You really think I’m gonna let you do it alone?” Sheena took your hands in hers. “Before I met you I had a lost a lot in my life. If it wasn’t for you who knows where I’d be.” She navigated your hand to to her cheek, you curled your fingers and moved closer. “There’s a lot I can’t tell you but before I met you I was terrible person…” Sheena looked up at with you. “I know I don’t deserve it yet I want nothing more than to be by your side, to help you raise the world’s greatest kid.”

“I love you.”

#Gunshot Anon #Anon request #Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Sheena Carmen Sandiego #Sheena/Tigress #tigress carmen sandiego #Sheena/Tigress x reader #X reader #x afab reader #Fluff #angst

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juicycoutureheaux · 11 months

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When It's Over

Chapter 5: Wouldn't you like to know?

Anna woke up extra early the day she was supposed to meet Captain Redfield in his office.

She was officially off of suspension and was excited to get back to work.

She decided to put on some makeup and do her hair to calm her down and bide time. When she finished getting ready, Lavish was up, drinking coffee in their living room.

“Oh don’t you look pretty! Are we meeting daddy today?”

Ever since Chris had visited her at the club, all her friends referred to him as daddy. She couldn’t stop them so she just embraced it.

“Something like that.” Anna replied as she was getting her things ready.

“Don’t leave me behind when he proposes, make sure your mansion has a mother-in-law suite for me! I couldn’t imagine having to live with someone else; who will help me get my costumes together?”

Anna just rolled her eyes and hugged Lavish goodbye and said “I love you’s” They started this tradition when Anna joined the BSAA. She never knew if she would make it home and always wanted to cover her bases.

When she arrived at the BSAA office main reception area, all her old coworkers rushed in to meet her.

Apparently Anna was missed a lot more than she had anticipated.

“Anna! I’m so glad to see you! The clinic hasn’t been the same without you girl!” One of the girls said.

Anna smiled at her and thanked her.

“Is it true you’re moving departments though?” Another coworker inquired.

“Yes, I will no longer be in the clinic with y’all, but I’ll still be here!” Anna tried to be as enthusiastic as possible. She was nervous herself, but there was no sense in also worrying the clinic staff.

“I heard you’ll be working on Hound Wolf and were scouted by Chris Redfield himself!”

Anna’s face paled, so everyone did know. Great.

Anna forced a smile and answered with a “yup.”

The room filled with “oohs.” She also heard comments about how cute Chris & the squad were.

“We’ll, I gotta go y’all, I’ll see you around!”

The girls all bid their goodbyes and Anna rushed to Captain Redfield’s office on the administrative floor, before being stopped by anyone else.

When she arrived, his door was open, but she stayed in the doorway until acknowledged & invited in.

“Damn, are you always this polite Connolly?” He laughed out.

Anna blushed. “I can’t help it, it’s how I was raised. My mom would be rolling over in her grave if she knew I just walked in and plopped myself down.”

Chris just smiled and walked over to the door to close it.

“So, I know you’re just absolutely excited to get back in the action.” Chris half teased.

“Totally.”

“Before you meet the team, I have to brief you on, well, a lot actually.”

Anna must have made a confused face because Chris just chuckled.

“I want to explain why we were in Dulvey in the first place. Eveline should never been there, and that was my own fault.” The mood in the room had changed.

Anna adjusted herself in her chair and looked into Redfield’s eyes intensely.

Chris continued. “You were right, the BSAA was 100% at fault for what happened to Zoe’s family. I personally take the blame, but the BSAA decided the best plan of action was to cover up the incident entirely.”

Anna played with the end of her cardigan uncomfortably, she didn’t know what to say.

“The BSAA has…changed since its founding.”

She could tell he was being very careful with his word choice.

“Unfortunately, becoming a bigger organization with more bureaucracy involved, there’s always some things that get lost in translation.”

“So you mean like not adopting actual morals.” Oh shit. That slipped out of Anna’s mouth.

“You get the idea, Connolly.”

Anna was silent for a minute.

“Why do you want me on your team so bad?”

“I don’t need to tell you this, because I know you know already. I know you’re starting to doubt the BSAA, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought Zoe back to the Baker Ranch. I’m also aware of your looking into the mutamycete and the effects it has on survivors.”

Anna opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out.

Chris smirked. “Didn’t think I was keeping tabs on you Connolly? I knew you were valuable in that mine, the way you handled yourself like a professional. You remind me of a younger version of myself in some ways.”

“You’re flattering me.”

“Believe it or not, I rarely give compliments these days. You earned the praise.”

“You’re such a suck up.” Anna laughed and so did Redfield.

“Ouch,” Chris feigned injury. “I’ll never recover emotionally, Anna.”

Suddenly Chris’s phone rang and he picked it up quickly.

“OKay, will do.” He said finally and put the phone back on the receiver.

“I’ve got to go to a meeting, but take the rest of the day off. I’ll get you acquainted with the rest of the team later.”

Anna thanked him and made her way to her old office to pick up her things from her old cubicle.

When she finally collected her things and made her way to exit the medical offices one final time she was met by her old supervisor, Walden.

Walden was an older man that had served in the Marines before coming to the BSAA. He took Anna under his wing and treated her like a daughter.

“Hey there Anna, I didn’t think I’d see you again, since you were promoted.”

Anna set down her box of belongings. She went and gave him a hug.

“You know I’d never forget about you Wally!” She teased.

Walden smiled sadly. “You were a great asset down here, I only knew it was a matter of time before the commanders wanted you for themselves.”

Anna returned his smile.

“I just wanted to warn you though, be careful of Captain Redfield.” He whispered harshly.

“What-“

“There’s been some whispering about him, I think he’s finally off his rocker. He’s always been a good guy but I finally think the years of being in this business have got to him. Please be careful, Anna. We’re a family in this department and you’re always welcome back home if things get rocky.” He said as he patted her arm.

All Anna could do was just stand in silence. She was trying to absorb what Walden had just admitted to her.

Walden was never the type for office gossip, so if he said something, he meant it.

“Love ya girl, can’t wait to hear all the stories when you get back from your first mission. Boy, do I miss those days.” And he walked off.

Anna just stared as he left.

Was she making a mistake?

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She was helping Lavish finish the stoning on an evening gown for an upcoming performance when they heard a soft knock on the door.

The two friends looked at eachother confused because neither one of them were expecting a visitor or delivery.

“I’ll go check.” Anna said as she got up off the floor.

She looked through the peephole and was confused when she saw Captain Redfield standing outside of her door. She quickly unlatched and opened the door.

“I almost thought you were going to leave me out here in the cold!” Chris joked.

“You need to get your iron levels checked then, it’s June!” She laughed.

She loved how he was always so casual around her. It was very comfortable.

“I gotta ask though, how do you know where I live? I also would have preferred a text so I could get dressed in real clothes first.”

Chris smiled. “I know, it was spontaneous, I’m sorry. I just finished up with some business and thought I could take you to meet your team.”

Lavish soon appeared at the door upon hearing Christopher’s voice.

“Heyyy!” Lavish said with surprise. “Anna-Cate, I didn’t know you had a date tonight!” Lavish turned to Chris. “I’m sorry for what she’s wearing, if I had known you were coming, I would have made sure she was presentable.”

Anna felt her eyes roll in the back of her head.

Lavish and Chris shared a laugh at her expense.

“I guess I should get dressed if we’re going out,” Anna said looking down at her old tank top and shorts. She had a great talent of being scantily clad when Chris showed up.

“Would you like to come in? You can keep me company while I finish this dress.” Lavish invited.

“Of course.”

Anna scurried into her room before she could hear anymore of their conversation. She was going to get dressed as quickly as she could.

She didn’t want Chris stuck with Lavish too long, for her own privacy’s sake.

Anna picked out her favorite Lilly Pulitzer dress, a Jane shift dress with lace on the front.

No one could deny that Anna was a girly-girl, she loved color and knew she looked great in it. The dress was comfy, but looked dressy enough to make a good impression-or so she hoped.

She paired the dress with some gold jewelry she always had laying around, put on some sandals and ran out of her room in record time.

When she entered the room Lavish was showing the details of the evening gown they were working on to a genuinely interested Chris.

“So we started focusing on the details of the bodice first since that’s where we wanted the crowd’s eyes to hit, can you believe our dear Anna constructed the gown itself? We’re just getting the bling on now, which is my favorite part of course.” Lavish said pointing to the small rhinestone details on the dress.

“Lavish, I don’t think he really cares as much as we do.” Anna said entering the room.

Lavish ignored her comment and instead gasped dramatically, “Oh my, don't you look beautiful! It’s like day & night, we don’t have to look at you in those awful rags you insist on wearing.”

Anna rolled her eyes and Chris just smiled. “That dress looks like it was made for you Anna.”

Anna couldn’t help but blush and squirm.

“I wish I had this on camera, the girls at the club would just eat this shit up.” Lavish teased.

“I’m so glad you don’t.” Anna said as she walked next to Chris.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” Anna went to grab the door but Chris was too fast and opened it for her.

“After you.”

Anna decided she would give him shit.

“Oh Chris you’re such a gentleman, what would I ever do without you!” She said in an over exaggerated southern accent and placed a hand on his bicep.

It was Chris’s turn to be embarrassed now.

“Y’all better use protection! I’m too young to be an Auntie, Anna Cate!” Lavish called after them. “Don’t let her convince you she’s on the pi-“

“THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INFORMATION.” Anna screamed and all the blood left her face. She grabbed Christopher’s hand and ran out of the apartment.

She wanted to disappear, she was so irrevocably embarrassed that she almost wanted to go back inside the apartment and hide.

Chris opened the passenger door of the truck open for her and held out his hand to help her into the slightly lifted vehicle.

“Thank you.” She said silently.

Chris definitely sensed her embarrassment.

“Your friends care a lot about you.” He said as he cranked the vehicle. “They wouldn’t give you so much shit if they didn’t.”

“I wished they wouldn’t do it so much.” She groaned with the back of her hand over her eyes.

“Well the fact that they still vet everyone that talks to you despite you being more than capable of handling yourself, speaks volumes on how much they love you.” Chris said.

“I know you’re right, but can we pretend that those comments that Lavish made back there were never said?”

“The comments about us using protection?” He teased her. “Your new teammates will say worse, don’t worry.”

She was so thrown off by Lavish’s comments she forgot she was going to meet her new team.

“Wonderful.” Was all she could manage out.

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They arrived at what looked like an empty dive bar with a couple of cars out front. She suddenly felt overdressed even though she wasn’t wearing makeup or anything.

“I’m so sorry if this is rude, but I thought we were going to meet on base…?” She trailed off.

“Connolly, Rule 1.” Chris looked her in the eye and held up his index finger. “Stop being so damn polite.”

“You knew I was this polite when you asked me to join, asshole.”

“That’s more like it!”

She rolled her eyes again and hopped out of the car.

“To answer your question though, we like to keep things informal. You’ll understand when you meet the rest of Hound Wolf.”

They walked into the bar together and almost immediately, wolf whistles sounded throughout the bar. She would have normally felt out of place, but she felt safe next to Chris.

She thought it was funny the way his jaw tensed up at the whistles.

“I think those were meant for you, Captain.” She joked.

“I don’t think so, I’m not an attractive woman in a short dress.”

They walked down the stairs to an almost empty pool table room.

Two young men were arguing about the rules of pool while a beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair looked on, shaking her head. On the other side of the hazy room were two older men laughing at the exchange taking place at the pool table.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard Chris’s heavy boots making their way down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Anna felt the weight of everyone’s eyes.

“Team, I'd like you to meet our newest recruit, Anna Connolly.”

The room was silent until one of the young men, who was arguing over the pool table started laughing.

This was her worst case scenario. Anna wanted to run out of the basement and tell Chris she couldn’t do it. That she belonged stateside and the fact she survived Dulvey was an act of God.

“This has got to be the funniest joke you have ever played on us, Alpha. Seriously!” He couldn’t catch his breath. Everyone else in the room was dead silent, the beautiful woman shot the young man a nasty look.

The young man stopped immediately. “Oh shit, you’re serious aren’t you? She looks 18!”

“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Canine.” Chris said pointedly.

She couldn’t help but instinctively step back, rejection made her feel uncomfortable at best.

The woman was the first to introduce herself. “Hi Anna, I'd like to apologize for my teammates' lack of manners.” She shot Canine with a paralyzing look. “I’m Emily, but everyone here calls me Tundra.” She stuck out her hand for Anna to shake.

“Thank you, Tundra,” Anna tried to say as comfortably and warmly as possible. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Team, Connolly was my partner in the Abercrombie Mines during the Dulvey incident. I hope from this point on you make her feel welcome.”

Chris introduced the rest of the Team by their “Real names” and then their codenames.

“Hey, who gets to name the Newbie this time?” the man known as Night Howl asks the group.

“Name the Newbie?” Anna questioned.

“It’s a tradition we started when Tundra joined.” Umber eyes said.

“We’ve been choosing the other members' names since!” Lobo said excitedly.

Everyone broke out in conversation about who & how they got to pick Anna’s name. Somebody said rock paper, scissors; somebody else mentioned an arm wrestle.

That's when “Alpha” spoke up.

“I’ve already picked out Connolly’s name.” The room silenced again.

“Seriously?” Anna, Night howl & Canine said shocked. The other members muttered “Of course.”

“Well what’s her name, Alpha?” Tundra asked genuinely curious.

“Bambi.”

“No FUCKING way!” Canine started to laugh until there were tears in his eyes. Night Howl joined in the laughter. “It’s perfect!”

Anna just sighed and glared at Chris.

He just winked at her.

Damn him, he looked so handsome when he was smug.

Lobo put his arm around Anna’s shoulders gently and held up his drink.

“Welcome to the team Bambi!” Everyone cheered and she couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the night Anna was socializing with the rest of the team.

She learned Canine worked as a former dog handler & Tundra was a DEA agent. Night Howl, Umber Eyes and Lobo, were BSAA agents that worked at various different branches when they were scouted for Hound Wolf.

The group kept asking her questions about herself and getting her more drinks to “open up.”

“Is that a southern accent I hear?” Lobo teased. “Where are you from exactly?”

“I’m from Southeast Georgia.” She said, her face flushed. The alcohol was hitting her faster than she anticipated.

He seemed to notice the charm on her gold bracelet. “What Saint is on your bracelet Bambi?”

Night Howl chimed in. “Lobo talking about Saints? I’ve seen what kind of texts you send to the ladies, you’re a straight sinner!”

Lobo & the rest of the group laughed, “Yes, but I was raised in the Catholic church before I came to the states.” He turned to Anna to show he was listening again.

“Umm, this is Saint Cecilia. She’s the saint I chose for confirmation actually.” She examined the bracelet mindlessly. “I honestly didn’t realize I had grabbed this bracelet when I left my apartment. My Grandad gave it to me.”

The room filled with awws and laughter, while she felt her face get hot.

“I’m glad to see you have another Saint, Bambi.” Chris spoke up. “I’ve still got St. Barbara to keep me safe.”

“Alpha you’re full of shit, you’re not religious.” Canine said.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Alpha pulled out the medallion of St.Barbara Anna had given him in Dulvey.

“Bambi gave it to me herself, so of course I keep it for good luck.” He winked at her.

“Wow, Alpha is going to get us all killed because he has a little crush.” Night Howl said mindlessly.

“Hey, you haven’t seen her in action yet,” Alpha chided him. “I bet she’ll kick your ass in training wednesday.”

The room echoed with resounding “ooohs.”

It started to get late and the team decided to go their separate ways.

Anna had managed to receive Tundra & Lobo’s numbers, even though she thought Lobo was definitely flirting with her.

It didn’t matter if he was or not; she was just happy to have some of her new teammates on her side.

She definitely wasn’t sure about the other three. Night Howl and Canine seemed annoyed with her & Umber eyes just seemed indifferent.

“It’s your first time meeting them.” Anna reminded herself. “Everything takes time.”

She was quiet the entire ride home and when they arrived she thanked “Alpha.”

“Do you prefer I call you Alpha?” She asked him before exiting the vehicle.

“It’s whatever you prefer, Bambi.” Alpha winked at her.

“Duly noted, have a good night, and thanks…for everything.” She hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“It’s really lame and kind of childish.”

“I promise you it’s not, I think I know what you’re already going to say.”

She sucked in a deep breath. “I’m worried about not fitting in or being good enough for this team. I don’t know if you know this, but everyone has been reminding me about how elite of a squad this is.”

“Remember what I told you about compliments, Bambi?”

“Yessir.”

Chris rolled down his window and pulled out a box of cigarettes from the center console. He offered her one and she declined.

He chuckled. “I should’ve known you didn’t smoke.” He lit the cigarette, took a drag and blew the smoke out of the window.

“I would have never even let you go into that mine if I wasn’t confident in your abilities, your actions down there just exceeded my expectations. Collecting those samples during active combat, thinking ahead; I even saw your notes on the mutamycete. Well done.”

She just stared at him.

“You think I'm bullshitting, but you had a great reputation before they called you to deploy. I think the biggest obstacle is yourself, Bambi.”

God that sent a shiver up her spine. Why the hell was he doing this to her?

“Thank you Alpha. I’ll do better next time.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” he took another drag. “I’ll see you bright and early on Wednesday, don’t be late Rookie.”

She smiled and got out of the car. “Yes Sir, Alpha.”

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together

Suptober 22, Day 25: Flames

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/116233042

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

Dean started back at Bobby’s a little sore from his week of fun with Cas, from both PG and X rated activities. While occasionally Dean had felt a pang of sadness, or anger, or frustration about Sam, overall it had been an amazing week. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so cared for or relaxed.

Dean had been a bit concerned about going back to work with Bobby, but even that worry seemed small and fleeting up until the day arrived. After filling out the official paperwork for the job, it hadn’t taken him long to get back in the rhythm of the shop. Of course, it also didn’t take long before he realized that sitting at a desk for several years hadn’t done his leg or back muscles any favors. He had a feeling he’d be needing a lot of pain cream and aspirin for a few weeks.

It was all worth it though. Just being back with his hands covered in grease, Dean couldn’t be happier. It felt right fixing things all day, and he loved getting to spend some of the time with Bobby and getting to know the other folks at the shop. They didn’t all love him immediately, though it seemed that they were relieved Bobby had hired more help. And they were more than a little wary about the fact that he was clearly family to Bobby. But after it was clear that Dean wasn’t going to get preferential treatment, and hadn’t turned out to be a douche, they seemed to accept he was a net positive.

Best of all, Dean didn’t have to worry about Adler making a surprise call where he’d inevitably make Dean feel uncomfortable and small. Nope, just cars and coworkers and a couple of runs with the tow truck. It was good first day back.

Cas greeted Dean with a kiss at the front door when he got home. “How was your first day?”

“Not bad. Some basic repairs and had to run the tow truck out some.”

“I made pie.”

“Pie? Oh you are amazing! What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Hmmm,” said Cas as they kissed again in the doorway.

“Gonna let me in?”

Cas moved slightly so that Dean could finish getting in the house, the two of them continually bumping into each other as they both went in for kisses while Dean was still trying to make forward progress. It left them both full of smiles and knowing glances.

“Alright, alright. Should probably warn you now that my back’s not used to being back at this at all.”

“So acrobatic sex is off the table?”

“No sex on the table, man. We eat there!”

“Ha. Ha.”

Dean grinned. “Hey, I was thinking. Did you want to have drinks with Benny this week? I wanna catch up with him some.”

“You’ve still been texting him, right?”

“Yeah. But things got busy after Thanksgiving with the holidays and all. It’s different when you can actually sit down together.”

“You sure you want me to come? I don’t mind if you go just the two of you.”

“Benny not really your cup of tea?”

Cas grabbed one of Dean’s hands. “No. He’s not exactly a kindred spirit, but I do like Benny. I just want to make sure you can still catch up if I’m there.”

“I’ll see if he has time for drinks. Maybe Thursday? I’m off Friday, but then I got hours Saturday morning.”

“Does that mean I have to get up early on Saturday,” groaned Cas.

Dean looked ruefully at Cas. “Nah. You can sleep as late as you want. Hell, I might be done before you even get up. Bobby said that being the new one on the team, I’d need to take Saturdays for awhile. They’ve been short staffed for months now.”

“Is that okay for you?”

“Me? Yeah I don’t care. Kinda nice, shaking up my schedule and all. Plus, it’s not like you have traditional hours either. Some of them have kids, so I know they want that time to spend time with them.”

“I love you Dean Winchester.”

Dean ducked his head and blushed, even after all these months. “Don’t make a big deal. It’s just common decency.”

“Text Benny before you forget and then get washed up. I made dinner too.”

Right on time Dean’s stomach gave a large rumble and they both laughed.

“So what’s it like being back at the garage,” drawled Benny before taking a swig of his beer. The Roadhouse was bustling in a way that made Dean happy, but not so crowded he felt uncomfortable.

“Sore. It hasn’t been that many years, but apparently I gotta get used to being on my feet all day.”

It had been a meandering conversation between the three of them. Cas and Benny didn’t know each other well, and asked each other all sorts of questions. Dean learned more about their early lives than he’d ever known before. Like that Benny’s parents had wanted him to drop the accent so he wouldn’t sound so southern and that Cas had never been to New Orleans, but had traveled quite a bit growing up. Not in the way Dean and Sam had traveled, but actual vacations and seeing the sights. Dean enjoyed listening to them tentatively feeling each other out. Cas was still a little territorial about Dean and Benny was still prone to pushing Cas’ buttons about it. Somehow without speaking about it directly, they both had come to some sort of truce when it came to Dean. As if they both understood that Benny was always going to push and Cas was always going to defend, and that, no matter what, Dean was always going to go home with Cas.

“If the new job’s okay, then what’s bugging you, brother?” Benny’s eyes were full of concern.

Dean sighed, taking a long pull of his beer. “It’s complicated.”

“Sam’s being an assbutt,” said Cas matter-of-factly.

“Is that so?”

Dean didn’t miss the way that Benny sat forward, on point in a way he hadn’t been the entire night. Dean sighed again. “Look, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Benny reached over and put his hand over Dean’s on the tabletop. “Then we won’t talk about it. Lemme tell you this story about how I got into it with some frat boys after a show last month…”

Dean had thought it would be tougher to dissuade Benny and Cas from bitching about Sam. Cas hadn’t even gotten weird about Benny practically holding Dean’s hand for a minute there. Dean did appreciate Cas’ solid presence next to him. He really wanted to get over the thing with Sam, but while the sting of it had faded, it was still a source of bone-deep sadness.

Dean forced himself to not dwell and instead focus on Benny’s story. And then Dean told a story about the time someone convinced Adler that ‘ttyl’ was secret code used by union organizers and all his employees started posting Eeyore memes to each other to see what would happen.

Dean wasn’t sure how long they’d been there before Sam and Eileen walked through the door, his face in flames at the sight of his brother. Cas and Benny exchanged looks, their previous open and friendly expressions hardened and shuttered at the sight of Sam. Dean took a swig of his beer, and then a deep breath, Cas and Benny both nodding at him in silent solidarity as Dean got himself under control.

They all noticed when Sam realized that Dean was here. At first Dean wondered if he would even bother coming over to speak to him. Sam leaned down to hear whatever Eileen was saying to him and then he started over to their booth, Eileen waving and then slipping onto a stool at the bar.

#destiel #suptober22 #fanfic #flames #benny

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i-love-tubbs-the-cat · 3 years

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i am glad i didn’t call off of work today i think it was like a blessing in disguise

#valentines i think is best spent with people whether it's your partner or friends or the kind strangers you meet out #i would have been lonely spending it home alone #it was good to see people today #i did get to go home early my coworker made sure to take care of everything tonight closing #i really appreciated it #it's been a good day #txt

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary... it would make this make a lot more sense though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity

thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie !!

When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture. Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.

And then you found out he wanted to bring Sam and Bucky along too… and you were simultaneously more and less surprised. More, because who brings tentative coworkers one barely gets along with on a romantic vacation? Less, because of course he would do this. Of course he had plans to dress you up in the tiniest bikinis he could find and show you off to the men who had already become pawns in his perverted game of social chess.

Not that you minded; you were the Queen of the board and it didn’t bother you if it was what the King wanted.

You spent the first night in the villa alone with him, which you appreciated. It had been a while since you two had some real quality time together, and you were craving him more than ever, in every way.

After a beautiful day spent swimming in the crystal blue ocean and enjoying the sights your new temporary home had to offer, you took a shower and tried not to get too excited about how you might be spending the evening with him. But, of course, you were only a few minutes into washing the saltwater off your body when you began to imagine his tongue on you, god that man could use his tongue to destroy you any way he wanted: with his words, with his kisses, or perhaps best of all with it tasting every inch of your cunt. It was amazing how he could get on his knees for you and still have all the power. He liked to make you keep eye contact with him while he did it, make you beg him to let you come, whatever it took to remind you that you were thoroughly and properly owned.

And you loved every second of it, you loved being helpless to him. He made you feel so safe that being vulnerable with him by now felt like no risk at all. You could remember early on when your fears and insecurities made you more hesitant to submit to him, and it was only with gentle patience that he coaxed you into it, never pressure or anger. You weren’t a virgin when you met him but, sometimes it felt like you might as well have been since you were so inexperienced and undersexed then. In fact, he was the first man, the first person other than yourself to make you come… and he made you come more ways than you had known possible.

Okay, so maybe the plan to not get your hopes up wasn’t going so well… you were already struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. Frankly, you would’ve already done it if you didn’t know that touching yourself was against the rules.

You’d gotten so used to taking care of yourself while he was in prison, at which point he obviously suspended that rule, and it was a hard habit to break at times.

You emerged from the bathroom in the fluffy robe you found on the door, smiling when you saw him lounging on the bed in a matching one, reading Анна Каренина (known by the West as Anna Karenina). He looked contemplative, as always, and you always thought he looked especially sexy in his reading glasses. You slipped into the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as he found a position where he could read comfortably with his arm around your shoulders.

“You must’ve already read that book a thousand times, Helmut,” you sighed.

“And it gets better every time,” he mumbled back, turning the page.

You pouted slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder, and he chuckled. “Is my little lutka in need of some attention?”

You nodded, and he kissed the top of your head softly.

“Why don’t you keep me warm while I finish this chapter, hm?” he offered, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at his words. He phrased it like a question, but it felt more like a gentle demand, and you were happy to agree either way.

“Yes, sir,” you hummed as you sat up and straddled his legs, undoing your robe and opening his to wrap your hand around his half-hard cock.

He reached his full potential with only a few slow strokes, and you found yourself absent-mindedly licking your lips as you saw the way your fingers just barely met with your thumb and imagined how your body would be pushed to its limits to take him. Good thing you were already dripping wet even though you’d just been in the shower.

You indulged in rubbing your pussy over his shaft for a moment, enough to coat him in your wetness, before you lined up his tip to your entrance and sunk down onto him with a sigh, feeling like you could never tire of being stretched open by his thick cock.

When your hips met his, and the tip of his cock brushed against the deepest parts of you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a whimper. After so long apart, you were still readjusting to taking him and being on top didn’t make it much easier.

Honestly, you really weren’t trying to move; you just found your hips rocking slightly, seemingly of their own accord. You moaned under your breath as your clit rubbed against his body, but you were pulled from your trance with a whine as he slapped your thigh.

“No moving, draga, I think I made myself clear,” he reminded you sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You were pretty sure that at some point, you were a patient person. But you couldn’t imagine that now, not when all you could think about was how amazing it would be to just ride him right there, memories running through your mind and making your inner walls ripple unintentionally. He either couldn’t feel it or didn’t care, stoically continuing to read even as you were struggling to stay still.

Your plan was to be good for a while and then hope that you could convince him later… but you know what they say about best-laid plans, so you ended up cutting straight to the convincing pretty fast.

“Can I move yet, sir?”

“It’s hardly been a minute,” he frowned.

“Please,” you sighed, just barely moving your hips without even meaning to.

“Not yet,” he asserted, sounding a bit annoyed, but you needed this more than anything.

"Please let me move, please; I just wanna ride you so bad,” you begged.

He sighed, clearly irritated, and just when you thought you’d made a grave error, he finally put his book aside and looked up at you with a grin. "If I had known you would be so whiny, I would have had you keep me warm with your mouth.”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out only whimpery moans when he ran his hands up your body, toying briefly with your nipples before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you down into a rough kiss. Moaning into it, you couldn’t hold back any longer and started to rock your body atop his, savoring that perfect drag of his length along your walls that you’d missed so much.

Before you got a chance to really set your pace, he grabbed you tight and rolled the both of you over, pinning you under his weight as he fucked you in that way that was somehow rough and slow at the same time, moving his kiss to your neck and holding you down by your wrists.

“Fuck, th-thank you, sir,” you sighed, your cheeks warming when he chuckled against your skin.

“You really are too sweet, draga,” he whispered.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs did the same to his hips, keeping him deep inside you while his lips and tongue teased your collarbones, his fingers interlacing with yours.

He spent the entire night somewhere between making love to you and fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come more times than you could count, only taking breaks from fucking you to eat you out like a starving man (and one time for a quick drink sometime around 3 a.m.). It was no wonder, then, that you passed out just a few moments after he finally came inside you, sleeping soundly in his arms until well into the morning, nearly noon in fact, when the sun was streaming in through the massive window.

After a relaxed breakfast of champagne and fruit (the native pamplemousse was unlike anything you’d ever eaten before), Helmut encouraged you to shower again and meet him at the pool, which was a bit surprising since he normally liked to have you keep his come in you as long as possible. “Our guests should be here this afternoon,” was his only explanation, and you had a few ideas about what that meant, all of which made your gut sink in an oddly pleasurable way as you were filled with anticipation.

“Wear that bathing suit I bought for you, the new one,” he added finally as he stepped out onto the back patio.

It might seem silly to have a pool on a property right by the beach, but on days like today, where the ocean water was just a bit too chilly, you were thankful to have the heated pool to take a dip in. Honestly, you were a little surprised that Helmut didn’t make you swim in the ocean to see your nipples get hard through the tight black bikini, but then again, they were already getting there just from sharing a pool chair with him.

He was lying against the cushioned chair; your body sat between his spread legs as the back of your head rested on his chest. And, this is entirely unrelated, but you really liked how he looked in the round sunglasses he had on.

You hummed contentedly as you reached up behind you to touch him, rubbing his shoulders and pecs. You wiggled a bit, slowly, and imagined how it would feel if he got hard right against the small of your back.

"Mm, what's gotten into you, lutka?" he purred, rubbing your arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know the effect you have on me, don't act surprised."

Just before anything exciting could happen, Sam and James entered through the fence, apparently already having changed into their swimsuits; you wished you had thought to wear sunglasses so they couldn’t catch you ogling their muscular bodies, but instead, you just tried to keep your cool as you waved hello.

“Welcome!” Helmut called out, both of you getting up to greet them properly. “I hope your flight was alright…?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Sam nodded, “thanks.”

“You really own this whole place?” James added, glancing around.

“Yes, would you like to have a swim? I hear it should be warm enough tomorrow for the ocean, but until then…” Helmut trailed off.

Sam went right ahead, diving in and smiling wide when he popped back up. That man had such an infectious smile, you thought he should charge people to see it or something because you felt spoiled seeing it for free.

James jumped in behind him but seemed a little surprised when he returned to the surface to see you back in your chair with Helmut. “Care to join us?” he asked you.

“Um, no, I already swam a bit this morning,” you remembered, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll stay by the pool a while longer.”

“Aw, I was looking forward to getting to know you better,” he pouted, and everyone else raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Um, verbally, I mean,” he added, cheeks flushing slightly.

“What would you want to know?” you asked, sighing as you relaxed against Helmut’s chest.

“Well, what’s your story?” he shrugged, swimming up the edge of the pool to hang his arms over the edge.

“I… suppose it’s a rather short story,” you realized, “I was born in Sokovia, but my parents were immigrants. I was a bit of an ugly duckling as a child, I think.”

“You look like quite the swan now,” James winked, and you hoped Helmut wouldn’t notice how much that affected you.

“Oh, thank you,” you mumbled.

“Which reminds me, that’s a cute bikini you have on,” he complimented.

“Do you like it?” you hummed coyly. “Helmut picked it out.”

“Why don’t you give them a better look, darling?” Helmut prompted, and Sam swam up to hang over the edge too as you stood up and fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms. The Baron motioned his finger in a circle, silently instructing you to twirl so they could see the back, and you did though you felt a bit self-conscious about it. Finally, once you were sure they’d had an eyeful, he let you sit back down in his lap.

“Cute, isn’t it?” he cooed as his fingers travelled slowly up your sides. “It’s Chanel.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam dismissed, unlatching himself from the edge of the pool and falling into a backstroke. “This is weird. I just wanna swim.”

“You didn’t think this was seriously a free vacation, no strings attached, did you?” James shot back, getting up out of the pool and shaking some of the water off of himself before sitting down in the chair beside you two and letting his eyes wander over you. “So, Chanel, huh?” he prompted, and you nodded.

“Helmut says I should only wear the nicest things,” you explained, sitting up slightly.

“Why does it matter? You’d look beautiful in anything,” James cooed, and you felt a little dirty for how much you liked his attention. Good thing you liked feeling dirty.

“And a rare wagyu steak would taste just as good served any way, but you wouldn’t put it on a paper plate, now would you?” Helmut countered. “Well, maybe you would…”

James rolled his eyes but brushed off Helmut’s insult, returning his attention to you. “I guess I’m just… hungry enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

You reached up to trace your fingertip over the silver chain dangling off of his neck, biting your lip as you hooked your finger around it and pulled him closer. “Are you hungry enough that you don’t mind that it’s another man’s meal?”

His blue eyes went wide for a moment before glancing down to your lips and back up to your unwavering gaze, your brow raised as if a challenge while his furrowed as if he were considering accepting it.

“If he’s willing to share…” James whispered back.

“Then kiss me,” you requested softly, pulling him closer by his dog tags one more time until your lips met.

The way James kissed you was… difficult to describe. Gentle, but with this edge of intensity— like he was restraining himself, like there was so much more passion teeming beneath the surface. You wanted to bring that out if you could; you wanted to see how far you could push him until he lost it.

As James carefully ventured his tongue into your mouth, only to pull back and nip your bottom lip with his teeth, Helmut kissed you too— on the back of your neck, that spot that always made you wet and desperate right away. You moaned, and you couldn’t be sure exactly who it was for, but James sure decided to respond to it either way, tilting his head more to let his kiss explore you deeper.

Helmut’s teeth dug into your shoulder right as James nipped at your bottom lip like they had somehow explicitly coordinated to make you desperate; your right hand reached up to weave into James’ hair, your left squeezing Helmut’s wrist at your side.

The kiss ended just a moment too soon, and there was a delay before you blinked your eyes open to look back at James, who seemed quite proud of himself.

“Touch me,” you pleaded in a whimper.

“Where?” he asked, somewhat innocently.

“Y-you know where…” you mumbled.

He grinned wide, all trance of innocence gone. “I know, but I want you to say it.”

“My cunt,” you whispered, and he snarled just a bit at the word. “Please?”

“Of course, which one do you want?” James prompted with a grin, showing you his hands as your eyes instantly gravitated to the metal one.

“I think you know which I’m going to choose,” you mumbled shyly, and he smirked as he reached forward with the vibranium arm to brush his fingertips over your stomach, moving down to the top hemline of your bikini bottom.

You just barely gasped when the metal digits swiped over your clit and began to rub gentle circles, almost too slow as if he wanted to tease you… which, of course, he did.

"Do you like the way he touches you, draga?" Helmut whispered. His voice in your ear was like honey on your tongue, like honey everywhere.

"Yes, sir," you nodded, looking down at James' hand buried into your bikini.

"Hey, tell me you like it, too," James protested, "I'm the one doing it after all."

"I like it, James," you repeated, looking up at him. "I… don't have a title for you. Should I call you something when you touch me like this?"

"You can just call me Bucky from now on, okay? I think we're well past close enough now for that."

"Okay, Bucky," you sighed, watching the way his jaw clenched when you called him by name, "please put your fingers inside me."

"Both?"

"Yes, please," you breathed.

"But my fingers are thick, they're hard metal, and you're so small and delicate…"

"I want them to stretch me out, just please—"

A loud moan of shock jumped out of your mouth when he pushed the fingers in all at once, and though it reawakened some of the soreness from when Helmut had fucked you the night before, it felt wonderful enough to make your back arch up from the strong body behind you, his erection now digging into your hip.

It was certainly loud enough to get Sam's attention, who suddenly appeared beside the chair while he towelled off his chiselled chest.

"Damn, what are y'all doing to her over here?" he wondered aloud as if he were concerned for your health.

"Just playing with Zemo's little doll," Bucky answered. "She's really fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers."

"Wait, move over, let me see," Sam insisted, making Bucky pull his fingers out and Helmut holding you more firmly as Sam slipped his hand into your bikini as well, poking his fingers at your entrance before pushing them in.

His fingers were even thicker and longer than Bucky's, just by a slight margin yet enough to make you mewl and arch your back as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck, yeah, you were right," Sam breathed, and you felt more hands running over your body but you couldn't even tell anymore whose they were; you knew one that reached to pull up your bikini top and expose your breasts was Helmut's, because only he would be so bold, but the fingers teasing your nipples, the rough palm running up your legs… they could've belonged to anyone, and that realization made your clit throb.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I was here first," Bucky mumbled as you felt Sam's fingers slip out and the metal ones push back in— not to mention the thumb reaching up to circle your clit slowly.

He wasn't just exploring you this time; you could tell he had a mission. The way he instantly curled into your spot, the way he moved quickly yet deliberately, all made your thighs begin to quiver.

Helmut kissed your ear, gently tilting your head to access your neck better where he began to suck hard enough to leave a mark, mumbling something in Sokovian about how good you were being for him and his guests.

You loved being good, and the praise made your hips lift a little so you could rock yourself onto Bucky's fingers; the three men chuckled proudly.

"Feels that good?" Bucky pressed, and you nodded quickly.

He fingered you even faster, harder, and you cried out.

"Ohhh fuck, Bucky!" you gasped. "Bucky, I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no, you're not," Helmut groaned, giving you a quick spank on the inner thigh as you whined and jolted. "James, take your fingers out."

"Do I have to?"

"You do if you want a chance to fill her with more than just your fingers…"

That worked right away, Bucky pulling back as you pouted at being empty again.

“Let’s take her inside, and we can continue this there,” Helmut suggested, and Bucky lifted you up into his arms as the Baron led the group back to the master suite.

The convenient thing about bathing suits is that it takes so little time to get naked, which is why the second the patio door was shut, Bucky and Sam were stripping as their hard cocks bobbed up against their stomachs. As if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Helmut stepped away for a moment (which left you feeling more alone than usual) just as the men began to help you strip; Sam untied the back of your bikini while Bucky knelt and pulled down the bottoms, leaving you feeling exposed as you were totally bare before them. Bucky smiled up at you and kissed along your thighs while Sam grabbed a handful of your ass and growled a bit under his breath.

When you looked over at Helmut, you saw he had actually dressed in his robe rather than stripping, nearly making you whine with disappointment. But you couldn’t focus on that long as hands moved all over your skin, both of them still just slightly wet from the pool, and you shivered for both of those reasons.

You gasped when Bucky suddenly licked a thick stripe right over your folds, and if it weren’t for Sam’s arms holding you up, you might not have been able to stay standing.

Looking down at where Bucky was devouring you, he looked back up at you with a lot less dominating intensity in his eyes than you were used to seeing. Not that you minded; after all, no one could do what Helmut did as well as he could, but maybe Bucky could do something different, and it would be just as enjoyable. His tongue lapping at your clit was certainly wonderful so far.

Sam guided one of your hands back behind you to stroke his cock, your mouth falling slack, which he took advantage of by turning your face and capturing you in an open-mouthed kiss. You heard your moans stifle against his tongue, felt his cock flex a bit as you smeared the precum you found at his tip.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Helmut interrupted, and everyone turned to look at him. “Darling, come here,” he instructed with a curled finger that pointed to the bed, “hands and knees.”

You nodded and pushed the other men away, taking your place on the bed and looking up at him as he held your jaw gently.

"How long has it been since you had another man inside you, lutka?" he asked lowly.

"I can't even remember,” you admitted, “it's been so long…"

“Are you willing to try it?” he asked gently, no hint of domination or pressure in his tone, and you found yourself searching his eyes for the right answer.

“What do you want?” you asked him instead of answering.

“Draga, I’m asking what you want,” he reminded you, but you were afraid he would be hurt if you showed interest in the other men. Sure, previous evidence indicated that wasn’t an issue for him, but your gut instinct was to deny your attraction. So, you compromised.

“All I want is you,” you answered first, “but…”

“But?”

“But is it awful if… if I want them to fuck me, too?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “No, I don’t think so. Only as awful as it is that I want to watch them fuck you.”

You looked up at him and smiled back, brimming with gratitude that he was so gentle with you. It was fascinating how he wielded complete control over you and yet never used it against you.

“I have one rule, draga,” he added firmly, “you cannot come for them. You only come for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stay on your hands and knees, so I can always get a good look at you, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He kissed you one more time before pulling away and sitting back in the chair in the corner with his ankle over his knee, looking at Sam and Bucky expectantly. Every chair he sat in seemed to look like a throne as soon as he was in it.

“Well, get on with it, then,” he instructed, motioning to you. The men looked at you and looked at each other before some kind of silent agreement took place and Bucky stepped up first. Sam sat down to watch you as you felt Bucky stand near the bed behind you, flesh and metal fingers running over your back until you shivered.

Then he pressed his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness, and that made you shiver, too.

You braced yourself as he lined himself up, whimpering slightly as he pushed his cock into you as well as hearing him moan lowly. The hand at your waist tightened as he hissed in a breath through his teeth.

"Fuck," he breathed, holding you still so he could fill you completely. “S’tight…” he slurred.

“How does it feel for you?” Helmut asked you, raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, your mouth fallen slack, yet your brow furrowed.

“It feels… different,” you stammered your answer. You gasped loudly as Bucky started to move, and yes, this was very different. His cock was curved differently and though it didn’t exactly reach any new parts of you (you were sure Helmut had already touched every part of you physically accessible), it did stroke them in new ways.

He gained speed rather quickly, clearly too on edge himself to stay patient, and you didn’t blame him although it sent you moving faster toward the edge than you would’ve liked. At first you wondered if it would even be a challenge to keep from coming like Helmut had demanded… you chided yourself internally for ever being so hubristic.

His legs pushed yours apart, spreading them wider, and he began to really fuck you in earnest, fast and needy and each slam of his hips against your ass harder than ever. “O-oh fuck,” you choked, forcing your eyes shut and scrunching up your nose for a second when he slammed the tip of his cock right into the deepest spots inside you. This position left you with nowhere to go, put your whole body on display for him along with giving you no escape from his onslaught of pleasure. Worst of all was that you were pretty sure he wasn’t even trying that hard to make you feel good, and yet feeling used like that only turned you on more.

"Bucky, please, slow down," you whimpered.

"Absolutely do not do that," Helmut interjected sternly. "Don't let her tell you what to do."

And, possibly just to spite you, he actually fucked you faster. You sobbed and bit down on your lip, fighting everything building up inside you.

“You’d better not come,” Helmut warned through his teeth, “you’d better not fucking come. You know how bad it would be for you if you came for another man.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you nodded.

But Bucky was slamming right into your spot, and he knew it, too. He knew how desperate you were becoming, and apparently, he didn’t mind at all that you’d be punished for it. He leaned down to growl against your ear, “I know how close you are. Don’t you think it’d feel so good to just let go and come on my cock?”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as the force it took to hold back your orgasm became painful. “No, it would only feel good to come for Helmut…”

“C’mon baby, just stop fighting it and come for me,” Bucky taunted, “squeeze me tight with that sweet little pussy; I know you need to so bad.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you blinked with teary eyes up at Helmut and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud of you. “Please, m-make him stop,” you begged, “I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”

“He’s not going to stop until he comes, lutka, and you need to stay strong,” he explained, his voice soothing you slightly. “You need to be my good girl. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

Bucky held your hips tight as he pulled your body back onto his cock, and you forced your eyes shut to try to focus on not coming. No other man had made you come in your life but Helmut, and you had no intentions of breaking that streak.

“Think you can make me come before I make you come?” Bucky challenged.

“I have to,” you answered breathlessly. “And I want you to come… I wanna make you come so bad, Bucky, please…”

“Mhmm?” he encouraged.

“Please, I want it, please come for me,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I will,” he promised darkly, fucking you even harder.

Helmut interjected a brief instruction: “Pull out.”

Bucky nodded a little, breathing heavily as you felt his cock throb slightly, especially at the base where each movement stretched you out even more. It was so beautifully erotic and you were tensing every muscle inside you to try not to come, which helped speed him up quite a bit since you were gripping him so tight.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, “fuck!”

He pulled out and instantly painted your back with a roar, sliding his cock over your ass as he pumped stream after stream of come onto you. You sighed happily, satisfied that you had managed to stave off orgasm with perhaps only a few seconds to spare— you’d never been so happy to make someone come before because this time it brought relief that you had done well for your Baron.

Then again, you always felt that way when you made the man himself come, but this was different because you had been moments away from failing him.

Speaking of the Baron, he stared down at you proudly the whole time, kneeling down slightly to swipe his finger through the cooling spend on your back and bring it to your open lips. “Mm, you really are my perfect little girl,” he mumbled as you sucked his finger diligently. But he turned his attention away from you to call out across the room, “Sam! It’s your turn.”

Your eyes went wide. “W-wait, Helmut, I’ll come!”

“No, you won’t,” he hissed, eyes darkening again, “because I told you not to.”

And Sam was already behind you, taking Bucky’s place who had already cleaned himself up a bit and returned to his seat, letting the Baron pour him a drink which he gulped down in one go.

When Sam pushed into the end of you, your natural instinct was to arch your back up to try to keep him from going too deep, but he growled and pushed your back down again with a strong hand that made you feel so small for a moment. “No, baby, no running away… you’re gonna take it all.”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, yelping a little when he roughly shoved in that last inch.

From then on, he went much harder on you than Bucky had, spanking you and gripping your ass while he fucked you, and the most embarrassing part was how much harder it made it to keep from coming. It was clear that he realized making you come would give him power over everyone else in the room for different reasons, and he was determined to gain that power.

“Does he fuck you this good, huh?” he groaned.

“He fucks me better,” you shot back right away, making Helmut chuckle slightly.

“If your plan is to make her switch allegiances, you’ll have to do better than that,” Helmut taunted, and Sam doubled his efforts as one hand pinched your clit and the other groped your breast. You almost lost it right there but managed to pull yourself together, your whole body shaking with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay.

“Well, if he can fuck you better then why doesn’t he?” Sam continued his leading questions, even though you could barely keep up a conversation at this point. “Why does he keep pimping you out to us if he’s fucking you right all on his own?”

“Don’t you understand?” you breathed, your head falling down onto the bed as you were almost able to look back enough to see his face. “This is my punishment. He knows I don’t want anyone else; that’s why you’re here.”

Sam smiled, perhaps in pity, and yet you honestly had to close your eyes because his smile was so lovely that it could’ve brought an end to your restraint. “Poor thing, he’s really got you whipped. I… still can’t believe I’m doing this, but you feel too good to stop now.”

He yanked your head back by your hair for emphasis, making you yelp as he fucked you brutally. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the sheets, and you had to close your eyes because the way Helmut was staring at you made this all much too difficult. Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem jealous at all, or angry; but he didn’t seem like he was getting any excess pleasure out of this, either. It was… almost neutral, but something burned behind his eyes brighter than maybe you’d ever seen it, his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced as he waited for you to either hold or break.

With the top half of your body fallen limply onto the bed, you reached out above your head and felt Helmut’s hand grab yours, squeezing slightly, and it helped keep you grounded as you held his fingers.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Sam groaned out his warning, “gonna cover this pretty ass in my come, you want that?”

“Yes, please,” you shuddered.

“Keep begging for it,” he demanded, rushing his words as you felt his cock start to throb against your walls with his impending orgasm.

“Please come, please come, please come on me, Sam, please,” you chanted, over and over, struggling not to come and hoping that if you could speed him up, then you could make it.

He grunted through his teeth as hot ropes of seed covered your ass; though your body was left wanting, dangling on the edge so close to your release, your mind was satisfied that you had managed to follow your Baron’s rules.

Sam stepped back to admire his work, finding another spare robe to cover himself with as he rejoined the other men across the room.

“Would you like a drink as well?” Helmut offered to Sam, unfortunately letting go of your hand in the process. Sam was still catching his breath, running his hands over his short hair as if he was processing everything.

“No, but are those cigars up for grabs?” Sam replied, pointing to the ornate box propped open, and Helmut nodded.

“Of course; what’s mine is yours,” he answered, presenting the box and lighter to him.

“Yeah, you can say that again,” Sam added flatly, the three of them all looking at where you were sitting, covered in come and waiting patiently for your next command.

Just as you feared they’d all have their cigars and whiskey and ignore you completely, your Baron knelt down to look at you face-to-face, smiling proudly.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he cooed, and your insides clenched as if you could come just from hearing that. “You don't think I'm horribly cruel, do you?"

"No, sir," you smiled weakly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised with a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stepped away to the master bathroom.

You glanced at the other men— Bucky with his crystal glass of whiskey, Sam puffing at the cigar stoically— and wondered what, if anything, you could possibly say.

“So, how’s your weekend been so far?” Sam asked you plainly, breaking the silence.

“It’s only Friday night,” you realized, sighing as you tried not to imagine how much debauchery the Baron had in store for you. Right now you were so exhausted that it sounded like too much work; and you were so desperate only for Helmut that the idea of anybody else being involved intimidated you.

Helmut returned quickly with a washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed and placing it gently on your back.

“As pretty as you look covered in come, I’d rather not make too much of a mess,” Helmut explained as he wiped you down with the damp cloth, your skin tingling and your body crying out for more of his touch.

“Will you fuck me, sir?” you mumbled, somewhere between an honest question and a desperate plea.

“Yes, I will,” he answered, making you hum happily, “and I’m finally going to let you come.”

You bit down on your lip, trying not to moan just from hearing that.

“But I’m not going to let you stop.”

The lump in your throat was impossible to swallow, but you tried anyway as he tossed the rag away and circled the bed, standing behind where you were laying limply. He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to where he needed you, covering your body with his as he kissed the back of your neck slowly.

“I bet you’ll come the moment I’m inside you, draga,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement, gasping a bit as you felt his cock teasing your swollen, sore pussy. Just the tip bumping into your clit was enough to make you think you could come right there, you’d been on the edge so long.

But then he pushed into you in one stroke, not rough yet enough to reignite the soreness of being filled by two men already, and your walls started to pulse around him. A million words swirled in your mind, words about how perfect he felt and how you’d missed him so much and how no one could fuck you like he could, but none of them made it to your mouth where you could only moan loudly.

He wrapped his arms around you, he kissed everywhere he could reach, and waves of pleasure washed over you until tears filled your eyes. You lost count immediately, coming on his cock over and over as you became a limp, whimpering mess right away.

“You two really did miss out,” Helmut taunted the other men between his own moans, “it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her when she comes. She gets tighter every time… blyat, so tight I can hardly control myself.”

It was already hot to hear him speak to you like that in these moments, but for him to speak to someone else, to keep you from forgetting that you weren’t alone and that these men had just fucked you and were watching you come right now? You hadn’t even imagined before what that would be like.

“Please, please, sir, please,” you chanted, your voice breaking until you could barely whisper.

“What is it that you want, lutka? Do you even know what you’re begging for anymore?”

“I want whatever you want, sir, please,” you cried. He reached around your body to rub your throbbing clit, and you all but screamed.

“I know you do, beautiful, I know,” he breathed, kissing your back and shoulder tenderly to calm you. “I love you so much, draga, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you too, Helmut,” you whispered, “more than anything. I love being yours.”

“Aw,” you heard Bucky briefly sigh.

“Dude, shut up,” Sam corrected him harshly.

“It’s sweet!” Bucky defended.

“It’s weird; this is all so weird,” Sam frowned.

“You didn’t seem to mind before…” Bucky trailed off.

Two of Helmut’s fingers swiped over your open lips and you immediately sucked them into your mouth with a satisfied hum, the taste of his skin always comforting you. When he rolled you onto your side, it was so much easier for him to touch you wherever he wanted and it only did more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure until you worried you couldn’t take much more. But you kept sucking his fingers, tears still falling which he occasionally kissed away, until he took his hand away to wrap around your neck instead. You nodded a little to let him know it was okay to choke you, and your loud moans fell to sudden silence when he tightened his grip.

It made your eyes roll back, it made your walls flutter and your toes start to go numb, it made you wonder if you were going to pass out whether or not he let you breathe again because your body was already ready to give in.

You sucked in a gasp when he let go, sobbing his name as a particularly deep thrust knocked you right into your peak again. He kept one hand on your neck as the other reached between your legs to play with your abused pussy as he fucked it harder than ever.

“I can’t come anymore,” you assured, shaking your head and trying to push his hand away from your sore clit. “I— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, draga, I know you can. Just relax and let me keep making you feel good,” he instructed, somehow both gentle and demanding all at once.

“I… I can’t…” you breathed, nearly incomprehensible between thick sobs, but you were already coming again in spite of your words, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body from the inside out. He choked you out into silence again, praising you all the way through it.

“There you go, shh, it’s all right,” he soothed, “you’re so beautiful, darling, so good for me, just keep going…”

You reached back to lace your fingers into his hair and tug, which did nothing to deter him from kissing your neck just beneath where his thumb gripped it, same as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist didn’t stop him from quickly rubbing your clit.

Breath filled your lungs when he let go, and you were so desperate for relief that you felt like you weren’t even in control of your words anymore.

"Please come inside me," you begged mindlessly, "please, I need you so bad, please…"

“Is that what you need?” he groaned. “You need to be full of my seed?”

“Yes, please, want it deep in me— fuck, Helmut, please!”

He growled and bit your ear lightly, mumbling his promise to fill you up in Sokovian— sometimes you thought he spoke Sokovian when he was about to come because he was so distracted that he forgot English, but you didn’t think that at the moment because you were currently too cockdrunk to think about anything.

His low moan echoed right through your body as you felt his cock flex and throb with each pump of come, just as deep as you’d wanted, and you sighed happily at the familiar feeling, finally relaxing into the mattress.

But perhaps you relaxed a little too soon because he made you come one more time after he’d filled you, whispering something about he wanted to use your pussy to milk every drop from his cock, but after that finally he pulled out, and you collapsed face-down onto the bed, ready to pass out even though the sun was only just beginning to set and you’d slept until noon earlier.

“Well, I think we sufficiently knocked her out,” Sam chuckled.

“‘We’?” Helmut repeated, sounding a bit offended yet bemused as he redressed.

“Okay fine, you did most of the heavy lifting, but only cause you wouldn’t let her come for us,” Sam relented with a frown.

“I swear, I was this close to getting her to break,” Bucky interjected, sighing before taking another slow sip of his (third) drink.

“Yeah, what would’ve happened if one of us made her come, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud. “She seemed pretty worried about whatever punishment you had in store for her.”

“Nothing too terrible,” Helmut shrugged, “I just would’ve fucked her in the ass.”

Bucky choked on his whiskey as Sam tried and failed to suppress a smirk.

“She lets you do that?!” Bucky blurted out between fits of coughing.

“She lets me do whatever I want,” Helmut replied, “I’m surprised that hasn’t become abundantly clear to you by now.”

“I guess we’re still adjusting to it, that’s all,” Sam explained. “I don’t know about you,” he looked at Bucky, “but this is new for me.”

“I was born in 1917; everything is new for me,” Bucky frowned.

“Well, this is new for us too,” Helmut assured, “especially her, she was so inexperienced when she met me…”

He paused for a moment to reminisce before glancing at you lying prone on the bed and looked totally fucked-out.

“But look at her now!” he finished. “She takes it all in stride.”

“Yeah, she’s a trooper alright,” Sam agreed. “Be careful with her, Zemo, ‘cause I think if you hurt her too bad, Bucky here is gonna be waiting in the wings to steal her.”

“I— what?!” Bucky snorted defensively.

“Don’t think we can’t see you giving her googly eyes, not that I blame you or anything… getting deepthroated for the first time will definitely make you catch feelings,” Sam smirked before taking a puff of the cigar again.

“It’s not like that, I’m just… listen, I guess I’m just a bit more conventional than you perverts,” he frowned. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I just can’t imagine having a girl like that all to myself and letting anybody else lay a finger on her.”

“Not everyone is as insecure as you, James,” Helmut shrugged. “Women can’t be stolen. They can only go where they want to. And she wants to be with me.”

He turned back to ask you if you agreed, but you were already fast asleep. Smiling slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and unfolded it to drape over you; you instinctively cuddled up under it without waking up, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Goodnight, draga,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead. “Rest well, you’ll need it for the morning.”

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In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day.

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.”

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

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

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are.

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

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

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

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