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that-one-girl2020 · 19 hours ago

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Pretty pretty pretty PLEASE could you work on reader’s first kiss with each of the saja boys? I’m actually so in love with your writing I wish I could eat it, ya know? Your work is so beautiful 😭 I’m also waiting on your other ideas!!! ❤️❤️

First Kisses

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This can be read without reading the main series but I still encourage any new readers to read it! I also encourage you guys to comment, it helps encourage and motivate me to keep writing.

Sorry to everyone requesting to join the tag list, I’ve reached the max amount of tags I can have!

Synopsis: Now that Gwi Ma has been defeated, it is clear that you and the boys have immense feelings for each other. But you have still yet to kiss anybody. Well, until now.

Word Count: 2,091

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

Hyeon was the first one that kissed you.

As a man of few words, actions were meant much more to him and it was often how he expressed himself. Whenever he felt that pulsing warmth in his chest, had you in his arms, the words wanted to come out. ‘I love you.’ But they kept getting stuck in his throat even while you smiled so contently up at him.

It was one of those moments when it was just the two of you. You were cuddled in Hyeon’s arms, the two of you laying on the couch as something played on the TV. Neither of you were really paying attention though.

Your mind was stuck on your upcoming solo debut, humming your new song to yourself under your breath. Hyeon’s attention was on you, your low humming swimming around him. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get them out.

You looked up at Hyeon when you felt him lean closer to you. “Hyeon? What’s wrong?” You asked him with a curious furrow in your brow.

He didn’t answer though. He just leaned down and down, so close to you that you could feel his breath fanning gently across your face. He pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped softly in surprise, even though you could see it coming. But then you leaned into it, returning the kiss gently.

Hyeon’s lips moved against yours, slowly exploring and parting your lips to be let into your mouth. His arms tightened around you, holding you closer against him. Your hands tightened in their grip around his shirt.

Hyeon’s heart pounded in his chest. Pressing his lips against yours, it was like he could breathe your warmth, your scent, your love in so he could hoard it away in his chest where his heart beat for you and you alone. He couldn’t help but feel that this was greater than words as he poured his emotions into this kiss, hoping you would feel what he didn’t say.

Breathless, the two of you pulled away just enough so Hyeon could press his forehead to yours affectionately. It was quiet for a moment.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to brush his bangs aside to smile up at him, “I love you too.”

Hyeon smiled too, cuddling you closer to him.

~~~

Jinu hasn’t been sleeping well the past few weeks.

You had found out recently when you had gotten up for a drink in the middle of the night while you were spending the night at the boys’ apartment. Jinu had been awake, sitting out on the balcony with Derpy and Sussie, laying against the blue tiger.

You had sat with him, talking to get his mind off of what had been on his mind and listening when he was prepared to talk about it. Jinu had been having nightmares about what happened during Gwi Ma’s defeat. The image of you turning to ash as he desperately, futilely tried to reach you.

You spent the rest of the night reassuring him, the two of you falling asleep against Derpy in the early morning light.

It was the night after and you had decided to sleep in Jinu’s bed with him so you could help him with the nightmares and hopefully help him get a full night of rest. The both of you had talked to each other until it faded into incoherent mumbling back and forth and humming mindlessly. And then you both slept.

You were startled from your sleep when you felt Jinu gasp awake from his sleep. You rubbed your eyes, trying to clear the blurry, bleary haze over them from sleep as you turned on your side to face him.

Jinu’s eyes were wide and frantic, his pupils were unseeing pinpricks flickering between brown and demonic amber.

You took his hand, unclenching his fingers from the fist he had curled them into in his panic. You pressed it against your chest, over your heart as your other hand cradled his face, “Jinu, it’s alright, I’m right here.”

Jinu sucked in a shuddering breath, his eyes watering as his arms pulled you to him and held you desperately to his chest. Then, before you knew it, he had pulled away just enough to desperately press his lips to yours.

You gasped but returned his kiss. It was gentle but it was greedy as he devoured your lips, pulling away for air just for a moment, “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just… so glad that you’re with me…” And then he was pressing his lips to yours again, slower but just as greedy, pressing your lips together over and over.

Jinu couldn’t help it as his hand came up to the side of your neck, his fingers lingering over your pulse. His heart was racing but it slowly shifted from racing because of terror to racing because you were alive and he was pressing his lips to yours. The two of you were alive. So alive.

Eventually, the two of you separated and you shifted so you could pull Jinu’s head to your chest, pressing his ear to listen to your heartbeat. “Go back to sleep, Jinu. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Jinu pressed closer to you, closing his eyes to focus on the steady but slightly fast beating of your heart. “Don’t leave me again, (Y/n)…” Jinu drifted off to sleep, curling closer, pressing into your warmth.

You fell asleep stroking his hair.

~~~

Kwan had taken you out on one of your usual dates, to a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant that the two of you often frequented. Afterwards, you two walked along the river like you had when you two had first been getting to know each other.

You were laughing as you bickered with the man, “There’s no way that’s true!”

Kwan smirked, “How would you know, you weren’t there. I’m telling you, he went and got his head stuck in a geyser! He went flying when it finally burst!”

You shoved him, “Shut up, I don’t believe you!”

He laughed, shoving you lightly in return but it was still enough to make you stumble, “Hey!”

You shoved him again and started running, laughing breathlessly as he gave chase behind you. Usually, he would easily have caught up with you but there were plenty of people that you could easily duck and weave between despite their surprised shouts. You called apologies behind you but you kept running.

Kwan eventually caught up to you when the people thinned out, snagging your wrist and pulling you into his arms so he could spin you around, the both of you laughing uproariously.

He gently set you back on your feet, your laughter fading out as you were caught in a moment between the two of you. “Babe?” Kwan asked simply.

You simply nodded in permission.

Kwan leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You sank into his arms, feeling the muscles of his arms beneath your fingers. He was gentle but confident, there wasn’t any unsure stumbling or fumbling as he joined his lips with yours once and then twice and then again and again.

Kwan eventually got tired of the strain on his back leaning down like he was caused. He separated from you briefly to crouch and wrap your thighs around his hips so he wasn’t leaning down and you weren’t standing on your toes anymore. Then he rejoined your lips eagerly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and he groaned into your mouth. Your face flushed darker at the sound.

Kwan couldn’t believe how right it felt to have you in his arms, lifting you easily so he could press his lips to yours over and over again. It felt like you were the matching piece to his puzzle, slotting perfectly against him and in his heart. You felt so soft against him and he couldn’t help but hold you tighter.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, on the edge of the river as Kwan kissed the breath from your lungs. Time lost meaning. But he eventually pulled away and put you down, sharing a soft smile with you as he took your hand and the two of you continued on your walk.

~~~

Jum had been introduced to video games, which may or may not have been a mistake.

You weren’t sure. But it led to you sitting in Jum’s lap as he sat criss-cross in front of the TV as the two of you played Minecraft. Jum had a sucker in his mouth, the stick flicking back and forth as his tongue licked the candy.

You turned your head to look up at the maknae curiously, “What flavor is it?”

Jum quirked his lips, “Do you really wanna find out?”

You tilted your head as much as you could as you looked over your shoulder at him, “Yeah… I just said—“

You were cut off as Jum pulled the sucker from his mouth and pressed his lips to yours. You were surprised but you quickly closed your eyes and melted into it. Jum was demanding, his lips parting yours so his tongue could enter.

Jum’s tongue was enthusiastic, mapping every crevice of your mouth. You could taste the sweetness of the sucker he had been eating, and no matter how many times he pulled away, Jum quickly rejoined your lips so he could keep exploring your mouth.

Your head was dizzy from the lack of air but you didn’t push Jum away as he held you closer, a hand on your jaw to angle your head as he claimed your mouth. Thoroughly.

Meanwhile, Jum was in heaven—a place he thought he would never be permitted to. The taste of you, the feeling of your warmth against his tongue and the little gasps you let out when he pulled away for air were addictive. He could stay here forever, even as your lips swelled and bruised, the two of you remained liplocked.

Jum only pulled away when the other guys started coming back. But even then, he pouted.

~~~

Chungae sulked, lying atop you on your bed back at the tower. “Do you love me?” He asked you with a frown. It looked more like a pout to you though.

You furrowed your brow at him, “Of course I do. Do I need to sing another song to prove it?”

Chungae rested his chin on your stomach with a sigh, “But I’m the only one you haven’t kissed yet.”

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement at his words, “I haven’t kissed anyone. The others all initiated it first.” You brushed a hand through his hair, unraveling the braid you had mindlessly weaved into his hair earlier. “Would you like to be the first one I’ve kissed?” You smiled fondly with a teasing edge to it.

Chungae’s eyes widened, his face blushing a slight pink. For the ‘flirty’ one of the group, Chungae was sensitive when it came to the relationship between the two of you. Probably because he rarely experienced true love and affection when he was human. He nodded.

Blushing at your own actions, you slowly moved your hand from his hair to Chungae’s jaw, guiding him closer to you. And like a sailor before a siren, he followed where you beckoned. He rose to his elbows, following your guiding hand as you led him closer to your face, to your lips.

Until your lips finally met.

Strangely, Chungae was the most unsure of the boys when your lips first met. But he gained confidence quickly, pressing his lips more firmly against yours as his greed for you grew.

Chungae’s heart was racing. His hand was trembling as he shifted his weight so he could cup your face. Your lips were addictive—or perhaps it was the love he could feel through the dance of your lips. He parted your lips with his so he could taste your love.

Your face was heated, it wasn’t long before Chungae took the lead in your kiss. He was passionate, pouring every ounce of his emotions for you into it.

Slowly, Chungae began pulling away from you, but he kept coming back to leave another kiss on your lips, lingering until they became soft pecks that left the two of you giggling.

Until Chungae settled, resting his head on your bosom and you returned to running your fingers through his hair. There were content smiles on both of your faces.

A/N: I fully believe that Baby has some kind of oral fixation. Also, was brainstorming a poly ship name for the reader and the Saja Boys, like how poly Huntr/x is Polytr/x. What do you think of the Poly Pride? Too much? You guys got any ideas?

Outtakes:

The Saja Boys: *fighting for who would kiss you next*

You: *swollen, bruised lips* “Help…”

…

Huntr/x: “What happened to your lips?”

You: *holding an ice pack to your bruised lips* “Demons.”

Huntr/x: “And…why are you here and not with your boyfriends…?”

You: “Avoiding said demons.”

…

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deliwrites · 16 hours ago

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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤 // Saja Boys & Huntr/x

// DATE // 3rd of July 2025 → 5th of July 2025 // PAIRING //Huntr/x x Fem!Reader x Saja Boys // WARNING // Morally gray behavior, oblivious reader, (friendly)touches, fluff // WORDS // 2.5k+ // SUMMARY // Y/n moves in with the members of Huntr/x, expecting to feel like a guest—but instead finds unexpected comfort, soft affection, and maybe something more. She just doesn’t realize how closely she’s being watched… or how deep their interest really runs.

// Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four //

a/n: I'm really sorry, I have so many scenes in my head that I wanna write that I struggled to make this one. Not a lot happens in this, but I hope you still enjoy it! And I really hope the next chapter will be better!

Meanwhile with the Saja Boys. The five of them are frantically setting up hidden camera’s in every room. Of both the Huntr/x apartment and their own, just one floor below.

They had been at it since the moment the ladies had teleported near Luminara Entertainment. They had no idea how long they would take, but were thankful for Zoey’s updates.

Telling them exactly what they were doing, including helping Y/n through a panic attack, how they had calmed her down and… the toy incident.

That one had the group pausing mid-task, smirks tugging at their lips. Just the thought of her using it… yeah, that had taken up way more time that it should have.

“Okay, I think we’re nearly set,” Romance says finishing setting up the last camera. In the top corner of the guest bedroom hiding in plain sight. On top of the curtain rail. Soon to be Y/n’s new bedroom.

“All that’s left is to check if they actually work,” Jinu says. Baby the most tech savvy of the five of them installed the surveillance app on all their phones. Put a reminder in his own phone to also install it on the girls’ phones later.

It’s to keep her safe, they told themselves.

Not wanting to startle Y/n when she first arrives they go back to their own apartment when Zoey lets them know they are riding the elevator up.

Streaming the surveillance app to their tv so they could all makes sure Y/n was doing alright.

I felt jittery all over. Never in a million years did I expect to ever see Honmoon Tower from the inside. Let alone Huntr/x’s apartment.

And now… I get live here!?

When the elevator doors open they walk out casually. Carrying my bags, not allowing me to carry one of them. While I pretty much tiptoe out the elevator.

There is no shoe rack or anything, but the tiled floor looks to expensive for my cheap sneakers. Toeing them off I hold them with one finger in each heal. Practically sliding on my socks. I stare at all their song and albums on vinyl’s encased in acrylic which hang on the wall to my right in a perfect grid.

Slowly I walk further into the apartment, hiding my excitement. The girls disappear upstairs which has me halting by the spiral staircase that looks like it shouldn’t even work. I would fear each step would break the moment I stepped on the purple glass. Unless it’s not glass?

My eyes widen when my eyes finally catch the floor to ceiling windows that showcase the cityscape, glowing with life in this mid afternoon. Mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape as I take in the rest of the ground floor of this two story apartment.

There is a open concept kitchen to my left, with beautiful sleek black cabinets with glowing under-counter lights and white marble countertops. A gold rim around the countertop making it look almost too expensive to wanna use. But boy do I want to. All the things I could bake here, I barely register me doing a silent happy dance by jumping from foot to foot for a bit. Think Anna from frozen when she shows Christof his new sled.

“Oh my god, that is adorable,” Abby says an adoring smile on his face. “I’m saving that,” he takes out his phone and saves the last minute of the live feed.

There is a dining table behind the kitchen, a gorgeous glass table with off white chairs, ten to be precise. Why would they need so many chairs? Did they hold meeting here?

The kitchen island has four green velvet like island chairs with black legs to match the cabinets and gold trims like the counter top. But why exactly four?

On the other side of the kitchen sits a gold iron bared shelving unit, floor to ceiling. See through with shelves at random heights. Behind it Two comfy chairs that could easily be a loveseat for two people hidden behind the iron shelves. The chairs the same green as the island chairs. A honey comb like side table in the middle of the two facing chairs. Also, is the floor an aquarium? What is that?

In front of me sat a sunken lounge area. Sofa so long it curled a bit like a snake. Pretty much becoming a half hexagonal shape. It looked incredibly comfortable, covered in a fluffy cream colored fabric. A few pillows in every corner, two blankets. Which is not nearly enough in my opinion. A duck plushy peeking just over the edge. The sight of is had me pick up my shoulders at the randomness of us in a silent chuckle.

Another two of those comfortable looking green chairs faced the couch. A hexagonal coffee table in the center of it with a gigantic blue, yellow and pink rug under it.

And was that… oh my god, a grand piano!

Gorgeous gold accents made of transparent dark blue acrylic. It’s always been a dream of mine to own a grand piano. And while obviously this one isn’t mine. I couldn’t wait to play it.

I’m still standing in the same place when I hear footsteps behind me, but before I can turn around, an arm wraps around my shoulder and I let out a soft gasp. My shoes nearly slipping from my fingers.

“It’s just us,” Rumi says with a soft chuckle. Zoey’s arm curls around my waist, taking my sneakers from me. Turning far enough to place them on one of the steps, managing to stay close keeping her hold on my waist.

Mira leans against the kitchen counter a few steps away, head tilted. “We were wondering if you got lost,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice, a smirk playing on her lips. Though her gaze is soft.

A flush crawls up my cheeks, subconsciously sinking deeper into the other twos hold. Not that they minded. “I didn’t want to overstep-” I mumble cut off by Zoey.

“Gwiyomi,” she says, squeezing my waist gently. “You live here now. You don’t have to hover like a guest.”

“You don’t need our permission just to breathe,” Rumi adds, squeezing my shoulder against her body. The smiles on their faces has my heart doing this - stupid - fluttery thing. Making me mentally shake my head. They are just being friendly, Y/n! Don’t you dare look for something that isn’t there.

Nodding, I let them guide me to the couch where they flop down, letting out a relaxing sigh. I carefully take a seat a little ways away, pulling my legs up. Only then do I notice they’ve changed out of their workout clothes. Rumi and Mira’s hair is down again like it normally would be. And they are all dressed in comfy pajama pants and oversized sweater. They look cozy and dangerously cuddlable.

Zoey’s phone bzzes beside her, she scans her phone before turning to me. What did she see that made her look at me so quickly?

Jinu So you all get into comfy clothes, and leave Y/n in her day outfit?

“Come, let go get you something comfy,” I don’t get the chance to protest as she starts pulling me off the couch. Practically dragging me up the stairs. We pass four doors, two on either side before she opens the third door on our left. “This is your room,” she announces enthusiastically.

Entering the room my feet are met with soft cream colored carpet, a complete contrast to the rug from the living room. The door opens too the left wall of the room, a smile white nightstand about a feet away from the door when it’s fully open.

My gaze is immediately drawn to the bed, centered on the soft lavender walls. The low, plush frame is wrapped in textured fabric that matches the tall headboard - stitched with clean vertical lines that make it look even softer. The pillows are freshly fluffed, dressed in dark lavender cases that match the sheets. At the foot of the bed lies a neatly folded white throw, like it was placed with care. On the far side of the bed stands a second, identical nightstand.

Zoey disappears into a walk-in closet tucked into the right corner of the room, the door cracked open behind her. Directly opposite the bed, a wide desk stretches along the wall, a plush chair tucked neatly in front of it. To the left of the desk is another door. And along the far wall, floor to ceiling windows reach from corner to corner, heavy cream curtains draped to either side.

I follow Zoey into the closet and find her shuffling through my clothes. Did they really have enough time while I gushed over their apartment to unpack my stuff?

“Ooh, this is cute!” she takes out one of my sweaters. A deep green crochet sweater with delicate flowers just below the shoulders across the collarbones. “Put it on!” she watches me with such bright eyes I didn’t dare leave the small space.

With a flush on my cheeks, I slip my fingers beneath the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tug it over my head. Missing the way her eyes scan my exposed chest, only covered by a soft cup bra. I hold the shirt in front of me like a shield. It’s not like she hasn’t seen a body before, but somehow, being under her stare feels vulnerable.

She takes the sweater off the hanger and gives it to me. Putting it on, a squeal comes from Zoey. “You look so cute in this… Gwiyomi,” she winks.

“Thank you…” I mumble quietly, touched by the compliment, biting my bottom lip. Not used to these kinds of compliments. She returns her attention to the closet and swiftly finds a pair of light gray sweatpants and holds it out to show me.

She doesn’t have to tell me again, I instinctively unbutton my jeans. Shoving them down before nearly toppling over as I struggle to yank my foot out of the leg. But Zoey is there to steady me. Her hands, steady and warm, slipping just beneath the hem of my sweater to hold my waist.

Her fingers press into my skin gently but it’s the way she lingers that sends my brain spiraling. She's just keeping me balanced. That’s all. That’s what I tell myself as my heart does this traitorous stutter in my chest. Once I’m free from the jeans, I straighten up, cheeks burning.

“Here, let me help you,” Zoey crouches before me. Rolling up the legs. “Hold my shoulders.”

“I- okay…” I rest my hands on her shoulders, tentative, feeling how solid she is beneath my fingers. She guides me into the pants with such easy confidence I don’t know whether to feel grateful… or mildly humiliated. I mean, I can dress myself. But I’m not exactly in a rush to stop her, either.

Her hands glide over my skin as she pulls up the sweatpants. Fingers brushing along my thighs, then lingering on my ass for just a bit too long but it’s just an innocent touch. Right?

“Oh, and here,” she quickly sets my slippers in front of me. Letting me toe them on.

“Thank you, Zoey,” I murmur.

“Of course, gwiyomi,” my heart continues to flutter at the nickname, but I mentally shake my head. This is the third time she’s called me cutie. Maybe she just likes pet names? “Let’s go back down,” she takes my hand as she starts tugging me out of the room.

“Oh, wait, where does that door go?” I quickly ask before we can exit my new room. She hmm’s stopping in her tracks, looking at the door on the left side of the desk.

“That is your bathroom,” she grins before she continues to pull me along. Her hand holding mine like we’ve always done this. “When we first moved in we decided it wasn’t fair for either of us to have the ensuite,” she explains while we walk. “So we share the bigger bathroom.”

“But- how is it fair that I get it?” I ask, pressing my free hand to my chest like I was even less worthy of the ensuite myself.

“What’s not fair?” a male voice surprises me, finding Abby in the kitchen. Knife in hand while he looks our way with a raised brow.

“Oh,” Zoey waves a hand. “She thinks she doesn’t deserve the ensuite.”

“Why would you not deserve the ensuite?” It’s Romance, stood by the double stove.

“I- well, I-” unable to think of a reason I just stop talking. Tugging at the hem of sweater, self conscious of the small gap between my sweater and sweatpants that shows a sliver of my skin.

“This is a cute sweater,” It’s like Jinu appears out of thin air beside me. His fingers tracing the flowers on my collarbones.

“Oh,” a flush covers my cheeks. Will there ever be a moment with them where I won’t turn red like a tomato? “Thank you,” I nod once almost like I’m bowing to him in thanks. Jinu smiles before joining Abby and Romance in the kitchen. Zoey takes my hand again, guiding me back to the couch.

There sit Mystery and Baby like they come here often. Zoey tugs me down to sit between her and Baby, her thigh brushing against mine. I try not to let my feet rest against Baby. But he just sends me a smile with a look I can’t quite decipher. His hands find my ankles shifting my feet so the balls of them rest against his thigh.

I look between all of them, one question bouncing around in my head. “Do you guys visit each other often?” my question is sudden. I don’t mean for it to sound nosy but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“More often than you might think,” Abby chuckles.

If that is what it takes for them to spend as much time with Y/n as possible. Then meet up they would. Plus it would help with keeping each other updated if they were all there to see what happens with Y/n.

“We try to eat together at least a few times a week,” Mira confirms with a soft nod.

“Today, it’s our turn to cook,” Mystery says from the other side of Baby. “But, the girls told us you would be here, so we figured it was better for you if we came up.”

“Instead of making you come down to ours when you haven’t even settled in yet,” Baby adds, hand squeezing my ankle gently.

“You… didn’t have to include me,” I say, wide eyed. “You guys are friends-” a look unnoticed by Y/n is shared between the eight. “-I’m just a random person. I could have cooked for myself.”

“Nonsense,” Romance replies instantly. “Plus you deserve a little comfort after what happened today.”

“And if the girls are ever out, and you need something,” Jinu starts. “We will be at your service,” he winks voice a little deeper than normal.

Okay, what is happening to this heart of mine? Quiet down, they are JUST being friendly.

// Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four //

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whimsicalwritersstuff · 2 days ago

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── The Chicken incident.

Pairing: gumpy!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: you're soft, a little impulsive, and deeply in love with your chickens. Joel… is trying his best.

Content warnings: Contains chickens, domestic chaos, stubborness, rural home outside of town and a LOT of flapping.

Word count: 668

Notes: I've had this cute little idea for soo long and I've been debating about it if I should or should not write it but went for it anyways, I loooved writing this one soo much and I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I did!! ^^ 💛💛

The first mistake was telling Joel you were just going to look at the feed store.

The second mistake was brining your wallet.

By the time you pulled into the driveway with a cardboard box chirping on the passenger seat, you knew you were dead.

"It's fine," you whispered to yourself, lifting the box out of the truck with both hands. "He loves animals. He loves me. He won't even be that mad." The chickens chirped louder, as if mocking you.

You tippptoed up the porch, box tucked in your arms like a sacred offering, hammering with both guilt and joy.

Joel was already waiting at the door.

Grey t shirt, scowl in place, arms crossed. Classic 'i heard that truck the second it turned on the gravel" stance.

"Tell me that ain't what I think it is," he said flatly.

You gave him your sweetest smile. "They're babies, Joel."

"That's a box of chickens."

"Six chickens," you clarified, as if that helped. "All hens. No roosters. Perfectly quiet. Very cute."

He blinked.

"You told me you were goin' for birdseed."

"I did get birdseed!" You nudged the brown paper bag with your foot. "For these bjrde. So technically -"

"You brought livestock into our house, honey."

"They're babies," you repeated, like that solved everything. "Little peeping marshmallows." You carefully opened the top of the box to show him. Six fluffy chicks blinked up at you, golden and downy and completely unaware of the tension in the room..

Joel stared into the box like it might explode.

"They're not even outside animals yet," you said quickly. "They'll need a warm crate inside for a few weeks. I'll set it up in the laundry room."

"So we're raisin' birds in the same place I wash my jeans?"

"They won't poop on your jeans."

"You sure?"

You hesitated.

Joel exhaled. "I should've known this would happen the second you walked into that damn sore in overalls and a Pinterest board..."

~~~

By the time evening fell, the chicks were tucked happily in a cozy crate under a heat lamp, and Joel had retreated to the porch with a beer and a deep sigh of resignation.

You joined him not long after, settling into the chair beside him, hands still smelling faintly like chick feed and sawdust.

He gave you a side glance.

"You love those damn birds already."

"Of course I do. They're babies, Joel. They chirp when I talk to them."

"You talked to 'em for twenty minutes."

"One of them leaned her name."

Joel took a sip of his beer, mumbling, "Jesus Christ..." But hisjps twitched in amusement. You leaned your head on his shoude. "You'llove them eventually."

"I won't."

"You will. You're gonna name them and build them a coop and everything."

"I'm not building no chicken castle."

You patted his thigh affectionately. "We'll see."

~~~

The next morning you were halfway through breakfast when a wild screech echoed from down the hallway, followed by a crash and a very loud southern:

"What the hell is that doin' in the shower?!"

You dropped your toast and sprinted to the bathroom.

There, stood a very bold, very unbothered chick, peeping wildly, wet feet leaving muddy prints on the porcelain edge of the tub.

Joel was half naked, dripping, holding the shower curtainike a shield,face somewhere between exasperated rage and absolute disbelief. "WHY is there a chicken in the shower??"

You clapped ahand over your mouth to keep from laughing. "Oh my god, peaches!"

"Peaches?! You named it?"

"Shes adventurous!'

Joel looked at the chick, then at you, then at the chick.

"She watched me get in the damn shower. Then she got in with me."

You stepped forward, scooping peaches into your hands like a contritle toddler. "She must've hopped out of the crate, I swear I closed the lid!" Joel wiped a hand down his wed face. "That he's saw me naked."

You giggled. "So what?? You're handsome."

Joel gave you warning glare.

~~~

That night,

Joel sat in the Livingroom, reading a manual on chicken coops, you passed by holding peaches, "she apologized for the shower thing." You said sweetly.

Joel didn't look up. "Tell her she's grounded."

"You're such a good chicken dad,"

"I'm not their dad. I'm their victim."

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Sure, daddy."

He glared. "Don't."

You winked and walked away, Barbara peeping softly.

Soon you and joel sat on the back porch with coke and beer respectively, watching the hens peck lazily in the grass. Joel sighed, his arm around your shoulders.

"They're a menace."

"They're our girls."

"You spoil 'em more than you spoil me."

"They'll lay breakfast. You just steal the covers."

He smirked. "They don't make you scream my name in the middle of the night."

You choked on your coke. "Joel! The chickens are right there.."

He kissed your cheek. "They don't speak English."

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gay-dorito-dust · 24 hours ago

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Helloooooo 👋. Sorry if this is a bad time but I saw that you're writing for K-pop demon hunters now and I saw your fic with the tiger and it gave an adorable idea, so what if Manager reader had a puppy, maybe a golden retriever or something like that, who's normally a big sweetheart but the second one of the boys pet it. Ultimate zoomies, and the reader comes in to see the guys just trying to get the puppy to stay still.

Lukas was a handful.

You loved the golden retriever puppy more then life itself, always feeling alot better the moment you stared into his big puppy eyes and laughed at the lightning pace his tail went whenever he saw you. Lukas was serotonin incarnate and you knew you could never have a shit day, not when you had a beautiful bundle of fluff to always cheer you up by simply existing, becoming overjoyed with seeing you even if you had been gone for five seconds.

The months old pup made the headaches go away and the kisses he would give you was worth the slobbery trail when you knelt down to greet him with an abumdance of kisses, causing the pup to go mental with his own affection in return before darting off like a golden blur within the depths of your room, finding that it had more energy to burn off then originally expected while you went to make him some food for when he tired himself out.

You loved Lukas alot but his tendancy to get the zoomies after a simple act of affection like a head pat or a scratch behind the ear, he was off causing chaos and often times tackled himself into you when he slides across parts of wodded flooring from running too fast. It's endearing at first but soon enough you had learnt to not over indulge Lukas in affection and give him just enough to stay within a calm, relaxed state.

However you didn't pre warn the boys about Lukas' tendancy to become too excited when given too much affection when you had made them watch over your precious bundle of fluff, all you did in fact tell them before leaving to stock up on dog food was: 'if one of you looses my true happiness in golden fur, my serotonin boost with toe beans, i will make you all regret it, one by one.' All the while pointing at each and individual member with the intent of upholding your threat, before giving them a smile and shutting the door behind you.

So the minute Lukas had gotten one too many head pats and chin scratches from Abby, Romance and Jinu, he began to bolt about the room like a golden blur their eyes can barely catch up with and causing a ruckas. The boys were at a loss of what to do, having not dealt with this sort of thing before, helpessly watching your puppy as he darted from one side of the room to another within seconds, or bolting from the sofa to running down the hallway to your bedroom the minute they blink.

'what do we do?' romance asked, trying to keep his eye on the golden retriever, hoping not to trip over the golden blurr.

'(name) is so going to kill us.' Abby adds as he tried and failed to catch your puppy, Lukas' nimble and small body managing to slip through his hands like water as it darted off towards the living room once more, skidding scross the floor on a pillow he had knocked off previously.

'We have to find and calm Lukas before (name) gets back and clean up the mess he's made as to avoid suspicion.' Jinu said with finality as he and Mystery teamed up to find Lukas, letting Baby be on watchout for you, and let Romance and Abby be on catching duty for when Jinu and Mystery heard the energetic puppy towards them. It sounded easily enough of a plan to work in their favour, being demons and all but they all would soon learn that nothing is ever so easily exacuted, especially not when it came to your precious Lukas who could do no wrong.

'everyone know their positions?' jinu asked everyone, giving them a stern look.

'yes!' Abby, Romance and Mystery said in unison.

'Baby?' Jinu said, casting him a questioning look.

'Heard you loud and clear, watch out for (name) and alert you when they're coming.' Baby said his job within the plan back to Jinu, word for word, before popping the lollipop back into his mouth. Jinu made a noise of apporval as he catches a glimps of the golden puppy from the corner of his eye. 'then let us catch ourselves a puppy!' He said as he and Mystery made the first move into fishing Lukas out of the room he was causing chaos within, believeing it to be a simple job.

It wasn't in fact an simple job, the boys were loosing badly, so badly infact that Romance and Mystery were forced to sit down on the floor, having never had been left so out of breath by a small thing ever in their demonic lives. Also Baby had completely given up on his duty of watching out for you halfway through, instead finding more humour in his fellow band mates misery in capturing this small dog, smirking and snickering when the puppy seemed to get the best of four other demons in a borderline embarassing display.

So when he heard the door open, he was quick to stop laughing and looked over to see you stood in the doorway, just in time to see Jinu and Abby collide into one another as they failed to sneak up on Lukas who seemed to know what they were doing and ran from under them at the last minute; that felt intentional by the puppy, like he wanted them to be lurred into a false sense of security before bolting towards you the second he saw you, barking like mad.

'Hi honey.' You cooed as you knelt down to look at Lukas, noticing that he was filled with unbridled energy that needed to be dispersed, took notice of the state of the room and saw how trashed it seemed before seeing the exhausted states Abby, Romance, Jinu and Mystery were in as the pieces came together in quick succession. 'did you guys not read my text?' you asked, looking from Abby to Jinu as they looked at each other confused.

'text? what text?' Abby asked.

'oh i think they mean this one.' Baby said as he showed the two his phone as Mystery and Romance forced themselves to their feet to join the others in reading the text on Baby's phone screen, their faces all collectively drop after reading it, which read as follows; 'I forgot to mention this before i left, but Lukas gets really excited when given affection or excessive affection, and he will get the zoomies. So please give my lukas affection at your own discrecion. See you later.'

Romance looked at Baby, who seemed too calm for all of this and pointed at him, 'you knew and didn't bother to tell us!' He accused his band mate who only shrugged.

'You guys seemed a little busy with catching Lukas, so i'd thought i would tell you guys later, besides i'm not the only one with access to a phone. So whaat's your excuses.' Baby defends himself as he pops the lollipop he had removed to speak back into his mouth, shrugging.

'We were trying to catch the puppy while you were sat on your ass!' Abby exclaims in defense of himself, Jinu, Romance and Mystery who huffed in agreement before they all looked over at you, only to see that you had managed to calm down Lukas and wandered into the kitchen with the little chaos maker nipping at your heels in excitment of having you home as you sighed.

'Seeing as you've stopped arguing, how about you boys clean up, you’ve practically made my living space into an active war zone.’ You told them with a tight lipped smile, Lukas sitting innocently by your feet, tail wagging at a thousand miles a minute.

‘Do we have much of a choice?’ Romance asks.

You gave it some thought before responding with a resounding. ‘Nope.’

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drdawnbreaker · 1 day ago

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𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☆ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮

Pairing: Idol!Jinu x Producer!Reader

Summary: Jinu was struggling withi is vocal range. Stressing over it to be exact. So he decided he needed a snack break. Good thing he knew just the treat to eat.

Word count: 1.32k

Genre: pwp. Idol au. Smut.

Warnings: Oral (f rec). Fingering. Cum eating. Dirty talk-ish. Pet names. Slight public sexscapade, hehe.

Note: Gonna be honest I have no idea what came over me but when I watched the movie I knew I had to write some fanfics.

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Jinu paced around the booth, making noises that would seem absurd to others but to singers, you would know he was trying every technique under the sun to calm and loosen his vocal chords. He had been given the chance to show off his vocal range in a more ballad type comeback and of course, his voice has decided to go through what he liked to call a second puberty. He was already super stressed as it is for this comeback since it was the first time releasing a real album and you know, not being controlled by a firey demon of hell so… And of course now his voice had chosen to crack, it felt like the world was out to get him.

“Come on, Jinu. Let’s try another take.” Your voice rang through the speaker from the other room that connects to the booth. He sighed, finding a slight comfort in your voice, knowing it was just you watching him fail every time. Ever since Bobby suggest the Saja boys get hired under the same company as huntrix, he was nervous to meet all the staff. but you as a producer had felt like a little piece of heaven, you had helped so much, even going out of your way to stay late with him to practise his parts in the songs. “You ready?”

He put his headphones back on before standing in front of the microphone, “Ready.” He gives a thumbs up to the one-sided glass. You pressed play on the back track, watching Jinu count the beat until he was supposed to sing but when he started he immediately sang the wrong note, cracking the pitch with a ‘fuck’ following afterwards. He threw his headphones in a rage his yellow eyes flaring up ad patterns creeping in the process, making you jump for the speaker;

“Hey, come here now.” You said sternly, watching Jinu run his fingers through his messy hair. He swung the door wide open before entering the producing room where you were sitting on the swivel chair with crossed arms. Your eyebrow was raised while you clicked your tongue, “You didn’t need to throw the headset, you know.”

Jinu slumped onto the couch, falling into it as if he was hoping it would swallow him whole. “I know…” He mumbled. This caused you to shake your head, turning your back to him to look at the computer, choosing to give him a cool down before either of you progressed. He watched your movements closely, feeling the annoyance drip from you. You hated when he got angry, even more so when he threw things. Although he doesn't mean it, he knew that it still bothered you. "I'm sorry…"

“I know…” You mimicked his words prior, sighing as you continued to adjust some of the ranges on your screen. “I understand... I get it.” Another thing he loved about you. You never stayed mad at him when he fucks up. Even when he accident revealed his demon half to you, you didn’t judge. You simply let him explain. Being a caring and kind-hearted person, you always put the happiness an understanding of others before your own.

As you shifted in your seat, he watched as you placed your hand on your neck, lightly rubbing it. You were tired but you would never admit it. You were craving to be in your nice warm bed, cuddled up next to your lover while fast asleep. He felt bad he couldn’t give that to you. but as his eyes wandered lower to stare at your skirt-covered legs, he noticed the way you held your thighs tightly together in concentration. Fuck, what he would give to have them over his shoulders right now, he always felt his calmest when between your gorgeous legs. That’s when an idea popped into his head, “Hey…Why don’t we both take a break.”

“You wanted to do this note before tomorrow. Taking a break would mean you lose time for that, Jinu.” You swiveled your chair to face him but instead of seeing a defeated sad man, you were met with pure desire matching lust-filled eyes. You gulped, tightening your thighs and straightening your back, “Why are you staring like that?”

“Oh, I think you know why.” He grinned, making you look everywhere around the room but at him, with blush painting your neck and ears.

“Jinu! We are in our workplace. This is inappropriate.” You gasped, turning back to the desk, attempting to shake the shiver that was running down your spine to your core. But Jinu just chuckled at how easily flustered he can get you. He stood up, walking over before placing a hand on your shoulder;

“Just one taste. Loosen up my mouth and all.” His deep whisper against your ear caused your eyes to flutter closed. You bit your lip as your body reacted before your brain, pushing off the desk slightly so Jinu could take a seat in front of you. “Such a good girl.” He gave your cheek a kiss before grabbing a pillow from the couch, taking a seat under the desk on his knee right in front of you.

“If we get caught, You’ll never hear the end of it.” You grumbled, lifting your flowy skirt up, gifting Jinu a view of your damp panties, the pink frilly fabric already sticking to your cunt deliciously. Jinu has admitted it a thousand times and he’ll keep screaming it from the rooftops if he had to. But he loved to eat you. It was one of his favourite things to do. There was something about making you feel good just by his tongue and fingers. The way you clenched around him while he lapped up your mouth-watering juices. He would much rather get you off multiple times before he would even grant himself one orgasm. You never came first in life so he made sure you would come first over and over with him if it was the last thing he did. You deserve it after all.

“Fuck look at you, baby. All wet already.” He put his nose against your soaked panties, taking in a deep inhale, groaning at your scent invading his senses. His fingers hooked around the band, pulling the fabric to the side so he could get a look at your cunt dripping with slick. Taking a quick glance at the door and then to your pleading eyes, he wasted no time in latching his mouth to your little bundle of nerves sending a shock of electricity to crackle up your spine. Your hands flew to his soft locks, tugging on them harshly, earning yourself a hiss from him

“Fuck, Jinnuu…” You hiccuped, bucking your hips against his tongue as he licked several long stripes along your folds before going back to suck on your clit. His fingers made quick work, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your soaked panties, to sink two digits into your quivering hole. Your head dipped back against the head of the chair, hanging slightly as you threw your left thigh over the armrest. This gave Jinu more access to add another finger inside you while pulling back to admire your pussy clenching around them.

“You taste so amazing, Sunshine. My favourite fucking meal.” He growled, spitting on your clit, watching his saliva leak down to your hole before he pulled his fingers out just enough to fuck the saliva into you.

“Jinu…I’m gonna argh…” Your eyes watered as you lost yourself in the pleasure while Jinu leaned down, spreading his own legs so he could get the perfect angle to fuck his tongue into you. He groaned when he felt your walls tighten around his wet muscle, eating all the slick that dripped out of your cunt.

“Come..” A slurped followed by a humm, “Come on me…” His nose rubbed against your clit as his fingers sped up, “please, I need it.”

You obeyed your lover's whimpering commands, coming undone on his tongue and long digits. Using your free hand, you covered your own mouth to silence your screams as your hips stuttered and your body convulsed from the aftershock of your climax. You felt like you were floating among the clouds, hazily looking down to see Jinu drinking every drop of your puffy pussy gifted him.”You…a menace.” You panted, raking your hand through your sweaty hair.

“I’m aware.” He sat up with a cheeky grin, your cum dripping off his chin and down his neck.

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dissociativewriter · 2 days ago

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Crow Family- A New Friend

Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!Reader | fem reader, not proofread | 909 words | based on this idea! | Crow Family masterlist

author’s note: so so excited for the wedding banner (I’m about to start pulling) and ahkdjskfhsmgmd the new update is so cute but omg updating that game is so anxiety inducing for some reason. I wish everyone good luck on their pulls! <3

anyways, i’m going to write some more drabbles/ficlets for this because it’s too damn cute >_< this was so much fun to write, i love little luke and kieran. feel free to send some requests for Crow Family shenanigans! <3

Wrangling a set of six-year old twins was no easy task, Sylus was learning.

Getting Luke and Kieran to come with him to the mall was a feat in itself, but they needed new clothes and Sylus couldn't leave them alone. Call it paranoia, but Sylus didn't trust anyone but himself to take care of the twins. If someone he hired to watch them turned out to be an enemy, well... Sylus would only find out when it was too late.

That was why, when he lost sight of the two little boys in a crowded shop, a panic unlike any other shot through Sylus.

His pace picked up, steps becoming shakier the longer he couldn't find his boys. Sylus backtracked to stores they'd been, shops they'd pointed out. The cookie shop they'd demanded they stop at. The toy store they spent twenty minutes in as the twins tried to decide which ball was bounciest.

No sign of them, and Sylus was beginning to fear the worst.

The boys, meanwhile, were trailing a woman they had seen twice before. The first time, she was leaving the cookie shop as they came in, offering a sweet smile and small wave. When they saw her again, this time a few people in front of them in line for the cash register at a clothing store, they'd only exchanged brief nods before silently slipping away from Sylus's side.

And here they were on a pursuit mission, wondering what the best way to approach the target would be.

Luke took a tentative step forward, reaching to tug on the fabric of your pants. "I like your keychain,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you!" You grinned, your own eyes widening as you watched an identical boy walk up next to the one still holding onto your pant leg. You crouched down in front of them, glancing around for a parent. Seeing none, you looked back to the boys, not letting your smile waver. "And what are your names, my loves?"

"I’m Luke!" the first boy announced proudly.

"And I'm Kieran," the second added.

“Well, Luke and Kieran, where are your parents?” you asked.

“We don’t have any parents,” Luke said, tilting his head.

You stared at them, unable to keep the smile plastered on. “Oh…” you mumbled.

“We do have a Sylus, though!” he said cheerfully.

You nodded along. “Right, a Sylus…” You cleared your throat. “Do you know where Sylus is?”

Kieran shook his head. “No idea.”

“Can’t we just come home with you?” Luke grabbed a hold of your hand.

“I don’t know about that,” you chuckled. “How about you stick with me until we can find Sylus, hm?” You smiled, holding onto the boys’ hands.

A few stores down, panic was beginning to settle deep in Sylus’s bones. He’d never been this long without his boys in a public space. He’d never been in the dark about their location.

He hadn’t been this worried about them since the night he took them in.

When he just barely heard, “Can I get the red one?” in a tone he’d recognize even in sleep, Sylus nearly cried out of relief.

Following the voice, he found himself in a candy shop, staring at a young woman holding his two boys by their hands while their tongues turned red and blue from their lollipops.

“Sylus!” They called out in near unison, rushing forwards towards the man as he dropped to his knees, arms wide to hold them.

“I was so worried about you two,” Sylus breathed, pulling them closer against his chest.

“Sorry, Sylus…” Kieran muttered.

“Oh! You have to come meet our new friend!” Luke tugged on Sylus’s hand.

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “New friend?”

“Uh-huh!” Kieran nodded triumphantly. “This is the super nice lady that spent time with us while we waited for you.”

Rising to his full height, Sylus gave you a polite smile. “It seems I should thank you then, miss. I know they can be a lot to deal with.”

You shook your head. “It was really no problem! They’re such sweethearts, really.”

“Can she come with us, Sylus?” Kieran asked.

“I don’t think so, buddy…” Sylus frowned.

“Let her come with us, Sylus! Please? She’s nice and she smells good and she’s pretty and she bought us lollipops!” Luke quickly exclaimed.

“How about this,” you proposed, holding back a giggle. “I’ll give you my phone number, and you can just let me know if you want to meet each other again. I’d be happy to spend more time with you boys.” You smiled.

Sylus nodded hesitantly. “…Alright. Thank you again,” he said, taking the paper with your number on it before grabbing onto the twins.

“Bye-bye!” Luke yelled.

“Bye—!” Kieran called out.

You laughed, waving them off. “Goodbye, my loves!”

An hour later, you received a text from an unknown number.

I can’t thank you enough for taking care of the twins today.

They haven’t stopped talking about you since we left.

You grinned as a picture came through, two little boys proudly showing off their red and blue tongues through toothy grins. You quickly typed back a response.

I’m so glad I got to spend time with them! I hope we can meet again soon :)

Staring at your message, Sylus felt a quiet peace settle in his chest. “Maybe that would be a good idea,” he muttered, a smiling pulling at his lips.

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pooksgetspooked · 2 days ago

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Thesis such a chore that it reignited my passion for writing fanfic. Procrastinating writing to focus on writing 💔

Anyways! Thinking about:

Deaf!Doctor getting involved with Huntrix and Saja Boys

Note: part 1 because I got lazy! I have lots of ideas roughly fleshed out with 2 chapters done, but we’ll see <3

Deaf!Doctor who’s actually too soft, but has walls tougher than the Trojans. She’s about as pleasant as an aggressive cat with only the dying wish of vengeance and spreading hate.

Her anger management is channeled into slaughtering demons, armed with a bow and arrows so she can play sniper from vintage points. It’s not as effective as therapy, but it certainly makes her feel just a little better, even if temporary.

Speaking of anger management, she hate hate hates Huntrix due to undisclosed reasons pertaining to the construction of her impenetrable barb-wired walls. Absolutely despises them, almost as much as she despises demons. But she knows the necessity of them. Knows of their double life as demon hunters, and despite scowling anytime she so much as hears their name, she still keeps them alive and breathing because 3 hunters and an honorary support keeping the population afloat beats one.

First came under the radar of both entertainment groups after saving Zoey and Mira’s necks via arrow delivery to the heads of the demons who had them cornered. Both groups kept the doctor at the back of their minds, but nothing grand enough to go out of their way to act yet.

It was only when she proved to be a hindrance to the collection of souls, doing a little too much against the demon forces and their soul KPIs did the Saja boys decide to deal with her personally. One sad disguised grandma demon and a couple Saja boys in the shadows was all it took to take her down.

In a last minute impulsive decision, they decided against snatching her soul in favour of prying information out regarding Huntrix, keeping her in their overworld hideout that they insisted on having for ‘a place to practice and strategise,’ when really they just think the underworld is too hot and kind of drab at the best of times.

They initially tried to intimidate Deaf!Doctor to no avail. They tried threats, small injuries, even tried to mind control her with their unreleased song ‘Your Idol’. It didn’t work, oddly enough. It made Jinu just a little insecure that his singing wasn’t as great as he thought for awhile. But they got feedback that it was upsettingly catchy when they caught her humming the song to herself. During one sizing up session, the group learns of her hearing defect, and Abby breaks her hearing aids and that was that. She called them stupid, before settling for silence because they don’t get the pleasure of easy communication if she has to lip read all the time.

Soon after, she’s kept around for a little too long to justify as anything other than personal, and after one incident where they all discovered she could temporarily mute Gwi-Ma’s lull of whispers (purely accidental, she was actually testing out a theory and trying to poison them), they begin to see her in a different light.

Jinu calls her sweetheart. He finds her cute and silly in a trying and failing to be nonchalant sort of way. He believes she’s trying too hard to be something she’s not, and in a way, she reminds him of tiger. Way scarier from a distance and mostly all growls, but charmingly silly (opinion exclusive to him) when up close and too personal. It’s a little hard to take her seriously too when she couldn’t hear him enter the room, and he finds her napping with Tiger.

Abby whistles for his kitty. He finds it amusing when she’s feisty and agitated, especially when he talks down at her as though she didn’t know any better, lips deliberately slow so she could see what he was saying. In his eyes, he could see a pair of cat ears always tucked back like airplanes with a flicking tail to match. It doesn’t help that stature-wise, he’s the biggest, making it easy for him to loom over the doctor and size her up for the fun of it.

She avoids him like the plague and makes blatant attempts to make his life as inconvenient as hers. He likes to scare her at least twice a day minimum.

Romance purrs doll. He finds her cute like one. Fragile like a one too. He tries to disarm her with flirty winks and romantic gestures, but she always turns them down with a snarl, later worn down to a haughty huff. That’s fine though, he knows his way around people. All he needs is time, and time he has.

Mystery doesn’t fucking talk. He just trails after her like a shitty rendition of a shadow. Ever silent, somewhat forgettable until she turns around and slams into him, but otherwise tolerable. He taps her on the head to get her attention though. Sometimes, she can’t differentiate when he’s the one tapping, or if the bird was the one pecking. To reciprocate, she occasionally yanks his sleeve to get his attention before acting out what she wants him to fetch for her. She takes advantage of him the most.

Despite that, Mystery enjoys her company, and with time whittling her down, they actually end up sharing time together by reading occasionally.

Baby rotates between baby or sweets, depending on the time, place, and his mood. They actually kind of get along because Baby doesn’t talk too much. Just a comfortably small amount, which gradually grew after they both noticed their shared sweet tooth. It helps that Baby likes the sour sweets that the doctor doesn’t and vice versa, meaning they’re frequently exchanging candy.

Out of the five, she secretly goes to Baby for comfort in the dead of the night when the rest are out and about. Baby gets the highest of highs from it and has to actively resist being smug shit. The rest almost beat him up once in an attempt to get him to spill.

Out of everyone, she gets along with Tiger the best, though Crow and Mystery are the one that sticks with her the closest. The guys speculated her and Tiger has some way of communicating through unblinking, prolonged eye contact, but they could never decipher anything. Jinu tried talking to Tiger about it at one point, asking him what they usually discussed, but his furry companion simply blinked at him and sank into the floor.

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meeep-morp · 3 days ago

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I like this theory.

I do think that the creepy walk is an act, probably just to spook us, and maybe scare us off from continuing the game (like c'mon-- there's gotta be at least one person who panic quit at the end of chapter 1 or 2). But I also like the idea that it's also meant to be a form of misdirection. Maybe it's both.

I'm actually very willing to accept the intentional act theory, because one of the big things that bothered me about the ending of chapter two, was that yes, it's implied that Kris slashed the tires of Toriel's car to prevent anyone from leaving. But I've been hesitant to believe that because how in the hell did that sliw, shambling lil shit make it all the way around the house, slash the tires, AND make it back inside before Toriel noticed? It seems like the answer is that they didn't, at least not while walking like that.

I can see them doing the creepy walk specifically to throw us off, like I was. "There's no fucking way they could've done that! Have you SEEN this fucker try to walk around without their soul? They can barely keep themself upright, let alone run!"

That being said, I don't think it's entirely an act. Rather, I feel like it might be more of an exaggeration of the pain and weakness they feel without the soul. I mean, yes, they're clearly still being performative in order to seem much more creepy and weak and zombie-like than they actually are, but I also think that this performance is heavily inspired by the truth.

I mean, op, you mention yourself that Noelle points out weaknesses and shakiness in Kris's voice, and if Kris had recently... expelled us, that'd make sense. If my memory's correct, then every time we've seen Kris remove their soul, we watched their whole body shake, and we specifically hear the sounds of damage being taken. Maybe the teeth gnashing in the chapter two bathroom scene was them being a bit extra, but I think it's still clear that the process of removing their soul places a lot of strain on their body. Maybe they're not exactly weak because they're soulless, but because they just removed it a few minutes ago.

Another thing I want to point out is that yes, I don't think we entirely get to figure out what happens when Kris is without us for too long, but I do know that if you wait around when you first spot them making chocolate milk, they'll slowly slump over and eventually seem to pass out after a few minutes. I didn't see anything beyond the "faint", because that was when I was like, "aight, that's enough, it's gone too far, let me back in," but I was straight up jumpscared by how suddenly they "woke up" and quickly leapt at the soul. I've been wondering for a while how the fuck they realized I was there, and I was writing it off as some sort of magic thing where they could simply just psychically sense it, but that still doesn't explain how sudden that switch was.

And so this theory makes me wonder... what if Kris was pretending to faint. What if that "Kris...... Your soul......." line from Mysterious Phone Voice wasn't concern over Kris's health, but rather them saying, "Head's up Kris, your soul's watching." I mean, it's pretty clear that Mysterious Phone Voice has some level of omniscient-type knowledge (probably through hidden cameras and tapped phones and shit), so it's not far fetched that they knew we escaped the closet and were spying in on Chocolate Milk Time (TM).

And if it's true that they warned Kris about us, and if Kris has been acting weaker in order to mislead us, then yeah, of course they would pretend like their body's failing them. Actually-- I'll go even further and say that it wasn't just to make us think they're weak when they're soulless, but rather that that specific moment was the Mysterious Phone Voice and Kris working together in order to draw us out into the open, just so Kris could catch us and put us back in time out. Because nimble as they are, they likely wouldn't be able to grab us from the vent; we'd get away too quick, and Kris simply just can't fit in there like we can. I think even Mysterious Phone Voice saying, "Kris... without soul.... you'd...." might've been a part of an act.

I also think the fainting thing was an act because at first they could barely say awake long enough to make and drink a glass of chocolate milk, but after we get put back in time out, not only are they perfectly able to make another glass, but they're also able to play the piano for eight minutes, and then, after waiting long enough to get all the secret dialogue for the basement power outage scene, they STILL have enough juice left to fucking snipe us with a puck, and beat the shit out of us with a hockey stick?! Yeah no something ain't adding up. Even if we take out the time it took for me to listen to the entirety of the piano playing, and me staying completely still in the basement for like-- 5-10 minutes, and me staying still for 10 minutes after the two left me alone upstairs (I was secret hunting, and I wasn't about to disobey Susie's orders), it still wouldn't make sense.

Final thing of note, when Kris finally got us back in, they kinda stay down for a few seconds, and they shake a couple times. When we're able to control them again, we can only get them a few steps before they collapse for a second. I don't think that was an act. I think they might've been in a weakened state the entire time they're soulless, and I wonder if the longer they spend one way, the more taxing it is to change it (so the longer they spend without us, the more strain their body goes through when putting us back in, and vice versa).

But yeah, those are my thoughts on this. I do think Kris is naturally in a weakened state without their soul, but less shambling zombie weak, and maybe more like pulling an all nighter without coffee, or 3 days into a fast (speaking of which, that's another explanation for Noelle's weak voice comment, and the momentary collapse after Kris gets us back in. We can't eat light world food for Kris, and tbh, I'd also eat an entire pie in one sitting if I hadn't eaten in a few days, and then an eldritch demon thing made me run around everywhere all day, making me even hungrier. Kid could simply just be malnourished with POTS, and they stood up too fast after getting us back in their body, causing them to actually almost pass out for realsies). Mostly functional, but suboptimal.

...I actually like the "Kris's soul is strong enough to sustain their body, but without it, the symptoms of malnutrition hit them hard and fast, and that's the real reason why they seem weaker when soulless" theory. I doubt that's actually cannon, but I might just headcannon it.

Anygay-- this got off track. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Farewell, until we meet again.

The interesting thing is…. from the glimpses of SOUL-less Kris we saw in Chapter 1 + 2, it was notable how…. strangely they seemed to move. We saw them walking with a sort of zombie-like gait that maybe implied they weren’t in full control of their body still, or maybe just that they were in immense pain.

It led to a lot of people speculating that Kris does need a SOUL to some level. Maybe the SOUL is Kris’ but we’re a foreign entity that has taken it over, or that Kris’ original actual SOUL has been removed and replaced with us. If Kris needed the SOUL to live, that would explain their slow, deliberate movements and also why they keep putting us back inside despite clearly hating being under our control.

So now, with Chapter 4 giving us a much better glimpse of SOUL-less Kris doing stuff… it’s notable that they seem… fully capable of moving ‘normally’. Angrily, but normally.

Even when they do the whole Creepy Zombie Walk thing they are notably faster than they seemed to be in Chapters 1 + 2

They can do things that require fine motor skills, focus and swiftness like playing the piano, handling glasses, and beating the shit out of us with a hockey stick and it's all animated as smoothly as most other Deltarune Animations. Not really implying effort or stiffness the way that original Creepy Zombie Walk animation did.

And while Susie only gets a brief moment to interact with SOUL-less Kris in the Normal Route

Noelle has prolonged interactions with them in the Weird Route (both on-screen in Chapter 4 and off-screen in-between Chapters 2 and 3) and... while she does note that they sounded 'weak and shaky' and obviously their behavior seems weird on account of the whole 'traumatized by the Unkillable Evil Time-Demon only they can see" thing

... There's nothing to really indicate that there's anything outright unnatural or 'zombie-like' about the way Kris moves and interacts with her while SOUL-less. Since this is the Weird Route, Noelle even note this is the most natural and Kris-like they've acted in the last few days.... until we take over again.

And now we know they can go without the SOUL for a fairly prolonged period of time. The Ominous Phone Voice of Probably Carol does tells them they need the SOUL, it seems unclear why.

So… what that means for SOUL-less Kris’ behavior before? It’s possible that even if Kris can operate without a SOUL, it still hurts like hell. So right after tearing out the SOUL they are in Maximum Pain and it's hard to ignore, causing them to move in a struggling and slow manner. But the more they go without it, they kinda get used to it and the pain fades into the background - allowing them to do stuff more-or-less normally.

(Basically Kris has Chronic Pain but the only Painkiller that works for them is Demonic Possession)

…Or, knowing Kris, maybe this… was all an act. They were only behaving like This because they knew we were watching. It is pretty notable that they walk around normally in the Holidays' Kitchen while we're eavesdropping on them and only swap to the Creepy Walk Animation once they notice us....

Maybe this is an act, either to make us underestimate the things Kris could do SOUL-less… or because they’re a little teen Edgelord so they just enjoy playing up the whole Soulless Zombie thing when they have a chance.

#deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune theories

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buckysleftbicep · 2 days ago

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no one else 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!dark!bucky barnes x fem!reader (non-con)

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, non-con sex, forced oral (f and m rec), forced deepthroating, orgasm during assault, creampie without consent, size kink, physical restraint, verbal degradation, coercion, emotional manipulation, fear responses, delusional obsession, absolutely no consent throughout (please read all the warnings)

summary: you have a boyfriend, but bucky could care less. he waited, watched, let the fantasy of you rot until all that was left was his need and obsession.

word count: 4.1k

author's note: hi my loves! i took a break from writing dark fics, and i'm finally back with them! this fic consists of non-consensual sex, everything's in the warnings, please read them first! thank you for stopping by, love you guys and stay safe out there! 💌

It always started with you. Always.

Your face. Your laugh. The scent of your shampoo drifting down the hallway when you passed him, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that it lingered, stuck to his lungs like smoke.

And it always ended the same way, him alone in the dark, jaw clenched, cock in hand, your name bitten into the curve of his tongue like a sin he wasn’t ready to repent for.

You didn’t know what you did to him. Maybe that was the worst part. The sweet, casual devastation of it.

The way you flitted around the compound like a fucking angel, smiling at everyone, throwing out kindness like it cost absolutely nothing. You moved with the easy, blameless confidence of someone who had no idea they were being watched.

Worshipped. Studied.

Every time you called him “Bucky,” you were wrapping a noose around his neck and pulling it tighter—and hell, you didn’t even realise.

He could handle the smiles, fuck, he could even stomach the soft laughs, the way you bumped his arm in the hallway like you were allowed to touch him, like you didn’t understand what that touch did to him.

What he couldn’t handle… was the other guy. The one you dressed up for.

Tonight you wore black. A silky little thing that looked painted on, hugging your curves like it had been tailored just for him to rip off. The neckline dipped low, too low, and the hem barely reached your thighs. It moved when you walked, swaying like it knew exactly what it was doing to him.

And the heels—fuck—the heels clicked against the floor with every step, each sound a god damn warning bell in his skull.

Danger, danger, danger.

He would’ve dropped to his fucking knees and kissed them if you let him.

But you didn’t let him.

Instead, you let him. That boyfriend, that placeholder.

That soft, safe, civilian little fuck who didn’t know the first thing about what you needed. Didn’t know what it meant when your hands trembled, didn’t see how your pupils dilated just a fraction every time Bucky entered the room. Didn’t notice that your body responded to him.

Not your boyfriend. Him.

Bucky knew what to do with you, he’d dreamed it a hundred times.

A thousand.

No—he’d planned it. Every scenario. Every sound. Every twitch of your hips as he forced them apart. Fingers buried in your hair, tears on your cheeks, thighs shaking around his face. His cock, thick, heavy, yours, slamming into you from behind while you sobbed his name into the pillow like a prayer turned sacrilege.

You’d fight. Of course you would. You’d cry. Say no.

But your body would betray you. He knew it would.

That was the part he thought about the most.

The moment where your “no” would melt into a “please.” The way your voice would break. The moment you realised—no one would ever fuck you the way he could.

You would beg for it, not with words. Never with words. You wore temptation like a crown and never even noticed who you were ruling.

He tried to be good. Fuck, he tried.

He left gifts. Dropped as many hints as he could. Brought you coffee when you looked tired, memorised the way your eyes lit up at stupid little things like that advertisement about adopting abandoned puppies. He laughed at your jokes and waited for you to look at him the way he looked at you.

But you didn’t.

You were blind. Blind and soft and so goddamn ignorant of the way you made him ache.

Until tonight.

Because tonight… Bucky wasn’t waiting anymore.

He was going to show you.

Bucky let himself into your room exactly forty minutes after you left. Picked the lock with practiced ease and entered without hesitation. Sat on the edge of your bed like he belonged there.

The shadows welcomed him. The silence swallowed the sound of his breath. He stared at your pillow like it was something sacred. Inhaled your scent. Let his fingers curl around your blanket like they were already touching you.

And then he waited.

He waited for the sound of heels on the floor. For the delicate click of your key sliding into the lock of your room. And when the door opened, when you pushed into the room with a breathless little sigh, humming under your breath, drunk on cheap wine and a forgettable man—he felt it.

That hunger. That rage. That need.

You didn’t scream when you saw him.

You should have.

You just smiled, sleepy, unbothered. That same stupid sweet smile that used to make his chest burn before it made his cock twitch.

“Hey, Buck,” you said, your voice warm and airy. “What’s up?”

Still glowing. Lipstick smeared at the corners of your mouth. Perfume clinging to your throat like a lover’s kiss. Hair mussed from hands that didn’t belong to him.

His vision tinted red.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just watched you reach for your earrings, humming like he wasn’t in the room, like he wasn’t staring at you like prey.

Your back was turned. Your neck was bared.

He wondered if your boyfriend had marked you. He hoped not.

Because that was his job.

You turned to face him then. And something in your expression shifted.

“…Is everything okay?”

“No,” Bucky said, standing. “Not really.”

He moved slowly. Controlled. Like something that had waited years to pounce.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said. His voice was soft. Careful.

You blinked. “Bucky—”

“I mean really thinking, sweetheart, every night. For weeks.”

You stepped back. Just one step. Subtle. But he noticed.

“We’ve talked about this,” you said carefully. “You know I—”

“Have a boyfriend,” he finished.

He chuckled. A hollow, bitter sound.

“Yeah. I know.”

He crossed the distance between you in two long strides. His shadow swallowed yours.

“You think he makes you happy?” he asked, voice quiet. Dangerous. “You think he even knows how to touch you?”

Your lips parted. “Please don’t—”

“Does he know how wet you get when someone puts their hand on your throat?”

The air stopped moving.

“Does he know how you clench your thighs together when I walk past you in the gym?”

You inhaled sharply. And something inside him snapped.

“You wore that little black dress for him?” he whispered, his fingers brushing your bare thigh. “Or was it for me?”

“Stop it,” you breathed, shrinking back.

But it was too late.

He grabbed you—fast, brutal. Vibranium hand clamped around your wrist, dragging you forward, slamming you against the wall.

You gasped, the impact jarring.

He loomed over you, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. You could smell him—leather and sweat and heat.

“Let me ask you something,” he said, his voice low and rough, almost amused. “Has your boyfriend ever filled this little pussy up ‘til you cried?”

“Bucky, stop—”

“Ever made you come with his mouth while you begged him to stop and keep going all at once?”

Tears welled in your eyes, but he wasn’t done.

“Ever pinned you down,” he murmured, voice dipping lower, “and fucked you so good you couldn’t walk the next day?”

You shook your head.

Not no.

Just fear, shock, and disbelief.

“Thought so,” he muttered. His hand tightened on your wrist. “You’ve been walking around here like you don’t belong to someone. Like this body isn’t mine.”

Your breath hitched.

“I tried being patient,” he said, almost to himself. “I really did. But you keep wearing things like that. Keep smiling at me like you don’t know. You keep fucking pretending.”

He smiled then. Sharp. Crooked. Hungry.

“Tonight, I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been asking for.”

Your lips parted. To beg. To scream. To say no.

But he kissed you first.

And it didn’t matter anymore.

You didn’t make it to the door.

Bucky dragged you backward, one hand still locked around your wrist while the other slid up your thigh—rough, possessive, not fumbling but practiced. Confident. Like he’d touched you a thousand times in his head and knew exactly how and where to hurt you best.

You struggled and he laughed.

“You’re so soft when you squirm,” he muttered, spinning you in his grip and slamming you back into the wall.

The picture frame above your bed rattled. Your hands clawed at him, trying to shove him back, but he just grabbed both wrists and pinned them above your head with his vibranium hand. The other curled beneath your jaw, thumb dragging over your lips.

“You think that little boyfriend of yours would fight for you like this?” he whispered, tongue flicking against his teeth. “Think he’d bleed for you? Kill for you? You know I would.”

His mouth found your neck. You gasped as he bit down—not gentle. No. Hard. Bruising. Like he wanted to leave proof behind, like he wanted your skin to remember him.

“Bucky—please,” you breathed, trembling.

“Shh,” he said, grinning. “We’re past talking now, princess.”

And then he dropped to his knees.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t worship. It was hunger. Obsession. Something primal he’d been starving down for too long. You kicked at him—once, twice—until he grabbed your thighs and threw you backward onto the bed.

The world spun, the mattress dipped. And before you could scream, he was between your legs like a man possessed.

“Don’t fight me,” he said softly. “You’ll love this part.”

He yanked your dress up to your hips. Cold air kissed the tops of your thighs. And then—

“Fuck,” Bucky rasped, voice dark with lust. “Look at you.”

Your panties were soaked through. A fragile wisp of black lace that did nothing to hide the heat between your legs.

Bucky’s pupils blew wide.

“You wore these for him?” he asked, voice mocking. “These cheap little things?”

He hooked a finger through the fabric and ripped. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the room. Torn lace fluttered to the floor.

You sobbed, curling away from him, but his arms caged you in. Knees pinning your thighs open. Shoulders wedged between them. His face so close you could feel the heat of his breath fan over your exposed cunt.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he whispered. “So wet for me already.”

“It’s not—Bucky, don’t—”

“Liar,” he growled, and then—

He devoured you.

Tongue hot, thick, rough as it dragged up the full length of your slit. His nose pressed deep into your folds, inhaling like your scent was a drug he needed to stay alive.

He moaned into your cunt, mouth working in wet, messy circles that made your hips jerk against your will.

Your fists beat weakly at his shoulders. He didn’t care. Didn’t stop.

He ate you like a man starved, tongue stroking deep, wide, purposeful. His lips closed over your clit and sucked, pulling the sound right out of your throat.

A loud, shattering gasp you didn’t mean to make.

“Oh, baby…” he laughed darkly. “You didn’t know you needed this, did you?”

“Please—” you sobbed. “Stop—don’t—”

But your body betrayed you, your hips rocked into his face. Your thighs trembled. And when his vibranium hand pinned your stomach flat to the bed, holding you still, you whimpered.

That was all the permission he needed.

“Yeah,” he growled. “That’s it. Let me hear it. Let me hear what he’s never earned.”

He fucked you with his tongue, fingers digging into your thighs so tight you knew they’d bruise. Your vision blurred, your spine arched. You were crying and gasping and wet in a way you couldn’t stop, couldn’t control, and he knew it.

“Practically begging me to fuck you,” he rasped, voice soaked in triumph.

And then it hit.

The orgasm slammed through you like a fucking car crash. Your body convulsed, mouth open in a soundless cry as wave after wave shattered through your core, your clit throbbing against his lips as he sucked every last tremor out of you with vicious, greedy delight.

You didn’t mean to cum. You didn’t want to.

But you did.

Hard.

Your thighs shook violently, your eyes flooded. And Bucky moaned into you like your pleasure was his oxygen.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening.

“I knew you’d taste good,” he said, licking your slick from his lips. “Fucking knew it.”

You curled into yourself, shaking, broken. Eyes wide and wet and ruined.

He didn’t care.

Because now, he was standing. Unbuckling his belt. And pulling out the one thing you were never meant to see.

His cock.

It was thick. Heavy. Veined. Leaking at the tip. Too big to be real. The kind of size you only ever joked about. The kind that hurt.

You stared. He smiled.

“You gonna cry about it?” he asked, stroking the length slowly, watching your expression twist. “Or are you gonna open that pretty little mouth and say thank you?”

You tried to crawl away, he grabbed your hair and dragged you forward.

You didn’t want to look at it. Didn’t want to see the way his hand curled around that monstrous length—slow, possessive strokes like he was showing off, like he knew the size alone would scare you.

And it did. It fucking did.

Thick. Hard. Veins raised and pulsing under flushed skin, the tip angry and red, already leaking for you. Too big, too much and your heart sank when you realised he was stroking it with practiced ease, already imagining how deep he’d stuff it down your throat.

“Bucky…” Your voice was barely a whisper.

He grabbed your hair and forced your eyes back up to his. “Open your mouth.”

You shook your head, trembling. “Please, don’t make me—”

His grip tightened. “You came for me. I tasted it. Don’t play innocent now, baby.”

You whimpered as he pushed your face down, his cock dragging across your cheek, smearing precum across your flushed skin like a mark of ownership.

“You’re mine,” he said softly. “All those nights I lay in bed thinking about this pretty little mouth… All those fucking times you laughed at my jokes like I couldn’t see through it. Like I wasn’t good enough.”

He pressed the swollen head of his cock to your lips. “I am good enough princess, I’m the only one who deserves you.”

You tried to turn away. He didn’t let you. He forced your mouth open, sliding the tip past your lips.

Salty. Warm. Violent.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Don’t be shy.”

You gagged immediately as the thick weight of him pushed deeper. Your throat clenched, but he didn’t stop.

His hips rolled forward slowly, deliberately, dragging his cock deeper inch by inch like he wanted to feel every tear slipping from your eyes as your mouth stretched around him.

His hand cradled the back of your head, holding you in place as your jaw ached, your throat spasmed, and saliva spilled from the corners of your lips.

“There you go,” he groaned, head falling back. “Just like that, princess. This mouth was fucking made for me.”

You choked, pulling at his wrist, but he was unmovable.

“Look at you,” he murmured, gaze dropping back to yours. “Crying so pretty for my cock.”

He rocked his hips again. Deeper. Rougher. You gagged, coughed, nose pressing into the base of him as your throat convulsed helplessly around the intrusion.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “That tight throat. You feel that? Feel how deep you’re taking me?”

You could barely breathe. Your lungs screamed.

He pulled back—just enough to let you gasp—and then shoved back in with a grunt that made your whole body flinch. Your lips were slick with spit and precum, chin dripping, hair tangled in his fist like reins.

“I could fuck your throat for hours,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Could keep you down there all night if I wanted. You’ll take it and you’ll learn. Your little boyfriend won't recognise you when I’m done.”

He gave one last brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and you let out a broken, strangled sob.

He held you there. Trembling, gagging.

Then finally—finally—he pulled out.

You collapsed onto your hands, coughing and choking, spit dripping from your mouth to the sheets.

But it wasn’t over.

It was never going to be over.

Because now he was grabbing your waist, flipping you onto your stomach like a ragdoll, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

“Bucky—please, I can’t—”

“You will.”

He yanked your hips up, spread your legs.

You weren’t even sure when he’d fully undressed you—but now your ass was bare, your thighs trembling, your cunt wet and swollen and exposed to the cold air. You tried to twist away. His hand came down hard on your ass.

SMACK.

You cried out.

“I said,” he gritted, lining the thick head of his cock up to your entrance, “you’re mine.”

He pushed.

Your breath caught. You felt the pressure first—terrifying, splitting pressure—then the pain. Stretching.

Too much.

“It’s not gonna fit,” you sobbed, voice high, panicked. “Bucky—it’s too big—”

He grabbed your jaw, forcing your head back toward him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered, eyes burning. “I’ll make it fit just fine.”

And then he slammed into you.

You screamed.

The force of it knocked the air from your lungs. The burn was unbearable, your walls stretched to accommodate him and failed. Every inch of him was violent, forcing you wider, deeper than you’d ever been taken before.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, hips grinding against your ass. “So tight. So fucking tight.”

You were crying again, face pressed into the sheets, hands clutching the blanket like it might save you, stop the way your body was being pulled apart from the inside.

But he didn’t slow down.

He fucked you with brutal thrusts, each one harder than the last. You sobbed into the pillow. Your thighs shook. But his grip only tightened. One hand on your hip, the other on the back of your neck, pinning you down like prey.

“You like this,” he hissed. “Your cunt’s gripping me like a fucking vice.”

You hated him, fuck, you hated him. Most of all, you hated the way your body betrayed you.

Because somewhere in the pain, the burning, the shame—you started to moan.

And he heard it.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “I knew you could take it. Knew you’d fucking love it once I broke you in.”

His pace turned punishing, skin slapping skin. Sweat beading down his temple as he fucked into you with mindless need.

You felt it—your climax, that horrible, traitorous heat building between your legs again. You tried to resist it, bite it back, choke it down.

But it came anyway.

You clenched around him, spasming, crying out as your body convulsed on his cock, the pleasure so sharp it almost felt like pain.

“Oh, baby,” Bucky moaned, voice raw. “You wanna cum for me again?”

You were sobbing. “Please, no more—”

But then he bent low, lips against your ear, and whispered,

“I’m gonna cum inside you.”

You stiffened.

“No—Bucky—don’t—please—”

“I’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy up,” he gritted, driving into you even harder. “Stuff you full. You want it, don’t you?”

“No—”

“Say it.”

You shook your head.

“Fucking say it.”

His hand gripped your throat.

And in the weakest, most broken voice you’d ever heard from yourself, you whispered,

“…fill me up. Please.”

He groaned, deep and ragged, and came with a violent thrust that made your legs buckle. Hot, pulsing ropes filled you as his body trembled over yours, cock twitching, breath ragged, forehead pressed to your back.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, voice low and content. “Every inch of you. Every hole. Every fucking drop.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

He stayed inside you. Stayed buried deep. And when he finally pulled out, thick warmth spilled down your thighs and soaked the sheets.

You didn’t move for a long time. You couldn’t.

Your body was frozen in the wreckage—legs parted, cunt throbbing, slick dripping down your inner thighs and soaking into the sheets beneath you. The air clung to your skin like sweat and salt, thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Your limbs shook, your spine refused to obey. Nerves shot and frayed, lungs still working to remember how to breathe. Everything ached, your jaw, your throat, your pussy. Even your ribs, stretched from sobbing, from screaming.

Because it wasn’t over. You knew that even before you heard it. Before the mattress dipped under his weight. Before you felt his fingers brush your cheek with that awful, twisted tenderness that made your stomach roll like bile.

Not rough this time. Not greedy. Just… soft. Gentle.

That was worse.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, voice low again. Quiet. Almost sweet. Almost like he cared. Like he hadn’t just ripped you in half and made you beg for it.

“You did so good for me.”

You flinched.

He only hummed, casual and pleased, and leaned closer—mouth warm against your skin as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, like he had the right. Like it was his. Like he hadn’t just stolen it from you.

You jerked your head away. Disgust pulsed through you like electricity. But it didn’t matter.

His hand followed.

Fingers curled around your jaw, firm but not cruel. Not now. He guided your face back to his with the ease of a man who’d done it before—who planned to do it again.

His thumb dragged across your tear-streaked cheek, slow and soothing, like he was calming a frightened pet.

“I know you’re scared,” he whispered, lips ghosting against your temple now. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be. Not anymore.”

You tried to speak. You didn’t even know what you would’ve said..

“I’ve got you now.” Another kiss, this time to your hairline. Gentle. Sickening. “No one’s ever gonna touch you again. Not him. Not anyone.”

He laid down behind you, chest pressing to your spine, his arm draping possessively over your middle.

You felt his cock, still half-hard, still sticky from the mess he left inside you, settle against your ass. His breathing slowed as he sank into the warmth of your body like he was slipping into a dream.

Like this was home. Like this was what he’d earned.

“I should’ve done this sooner,” he murmured, voice thick with something you didn’t want to name. “All that time I wasted… trying to be gentle. Trying to wait.”

His hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the curve of your stomach, dipping toward where your thighs were still wet.

You tensed instinctively.

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he continued, far too calm for someone who had just broken you. “Didn’t want to hurt you.”

His fingers moved slower now, tracing the edge of your hip like he was thinking. Calculating.

“But you like it, don’t you, baby?”

You sobbed softly, silently. Pillow soaked. Every breath a betrayal, every second a reminder that you were still here. Still under him. Still his.

“That little pussy of yours didn’t lie,” he chuckled darkly, “Gripped my cock like you fucking needed it.”

You turned your face away again.

He followed.

Kissed the slope of your shoulder. Your neck. Breathed you in like you were something sacred, something his, something he owned now.

“Your boyfriend would’ve never given you that,” he murmured. “Would’ve never taken care of you the way I will.”

He rolled your limp body further into his. One leg slung over yours, pinning you completely. Caged. Trapped.

His hand twisted into your hair and tugged gently, like he wanted you to listen, like you hadn’t already heard too much.

“You don’t need to ask permission anymore,” he whispered, breath hot against your skin. “You don’t have to say no. You’re mine now and I take what’s mine.”

You shook your head. Weakly. Broken. “Please… don’t…”

He smiled. You felt it against your skin, warm and cruel.

“I’m going to keep you, you know.”

Your stomach turned.

“You won’t have to pretend anymore. No more dates. No more makeup. No more tight little dresses for other men.” His voice dropped, words curling into your ear like a threat. “You only dress like that for me now.”

You cried harder. He didn’t care.

His fingers drifted lower again, between your thighs. Slid through the slick mess still leaking from you. The mess he put there. The mess he made.

“God,” he groaned, almost reverent. “You’re so full, look at this. Look what I did to you.”

You tried to close your legs. He didn’t let you.

“I’ll fuck it into you again in the morning,” he whispered, voice already thick with sleep. “Until you can’t remember his name.”

You froze.

He kissed your shoulder one last time. Lingering. Possessive.

And then he closed his eyes.

Like this was love. Like this was normal. Like this was only the beginning.

And he had no intention of ever letting you go.

a/n: this fic was a blast to write, it probably includes everything from my wildest imagination. i hope you enjoyed it and if you did, please leave a comment or a reblog, it helps motivate me! 🥰

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jupiterpiss · 1 day ago

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Remmick x reader who is blind, she traces his face with her hands learning him in the only way she can. And Remmick nearly breaks. It’s the first time in what feels like forever that someone has touched him with love, not fear. It becomes their quiet ritual a language spoken only between their hands and silence.

AHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHH.

Yeah. I screamed in my car while reading this ITS SO SWEET AHHHH SAVE ME SAVE ME.

Also I was gonna make something else for the 200 follower special but this is really nice, so here you go!! Thank you so so so so much for the support, I love all of you!!

Warnings: no smut. Hahahah. Uh.. terrible writing of an Irish accent, I watched a few YouTube videos of it but I’m literally SHIT at writing accents.. especially Irish or British like it’s sad. So.. sorry. Just really soft stuff.. mentions of teeth and claws but nothing crazy. I ain’t a Remmick apologist.. matter of fact I want him to suffer.. however, I do find this idea very interesting. Reader is nice to him for once that’s all I’m saying.Also they are blind. It says in the fucking ask so ur blind in this. Remmick is also lowkey ooc.. he’s never THIS nice.

He’s been showing up for months now. Before, when the silence was still loud and jarring, when the lingering of a cold body was still confusing, he would watch from outside. Didn’t say anything, didn’t approach, just watched.

Watched as you would trail through your home, eyes open but unfocused.

Easy prey. That’s what it was at first.

He didn’t feel the need to plan his attack, not like he had done in the past. A sweet accent, a few kind words.. he’ll have you under his thumb easily.

That couldn’t be further from what actually occurred.

You caught onto his bullshit easily. Didn’t allow him in at all despite how nice he sounded, or how kind he was, it was still a stranger at night. Someone who could easily cause danger to you, and you weren’t stupid. Maybe vulnerable, maybe, but not stupid.

So you kept him out, but that didn’t mean you were any less kind. He came under the front of needing some help with the area, that he didn’t quite know where he was.

“North Carolina,” that’s where he said he was from. Deep in there alone, but he had to travel out to see some family. But how he said it, how he explained his whole situation and dynamic with said family.. just felt wrong. Detached. His tone was more dead, like it was from a script. Just speaking to speak.

It scared you. So, you sent him on his way, told him exactly where everything would be based entirely on your own experience with the travel, from memory.

He later checked, after you had closed the door and went off to bed, he walked the same directions you gave. Everything was to the T, just as you said.

Hell.. he knew your town like the back of his hand from your directions alone.

So he watched you some more. How you just knew the home, knew where everything was, and if something was out of place you would simply go around it or fix it quickly. Not entirely phased, the world wasn’t going to accommodate for you, so you worked around it.

Even outside your home, though it was always late out and you weren’t exactly going far just a few feet, you would still trek around like you knew everything.

Like the roots, dirt, leaves, wind and trees were one with you. Things you’ve come to long understand and form mutual respect with. Like they lead and you only followed.

Eventually, he grew antsy with the space, with the distance that lied between the two of you. It became less of mindless stalking and more obsessive, more curious.

He found himself jealous of inanimate objects. Jealous of the fact they could feel the soft traces of your touch, the care you put into everything. How you feel everything to remember it, understand it.

He wanted to be remembered.

Understood.

So he would find a way in. Find a way to break that barrier and to get you to welcome him into your space. Into your life.

Found a way under your nails and beneath your touch. And he fucking thrived under it.

Thrived under how soft you were, how kind you were.

You touched him with so much emotion, so much energy. Fingers threading through hair, breath against his back as you would help him out of his jacket, or the edge of your nail as you lightly scratch shapes into his arms.

He found that you were just as curious as he was. Not just for who he is, but for what he was. He would tell whole stories about his past life, stringing in some from his current one— about how he once had a dog, or that he sucked the blood from a lamb once and it became a vampire. He would explain all of this while you trace your fingers along his claws, tapping the pointed ends of cold skin wrapped around solid bone.

You would eventually come to share your own stories, about anything and everything. Explain that no, blind people don’t magically have impeccable hearing just because they can’t see while your thumb would be tapping the edge of his fangs, other hand busy sliding against his golden chain.

His fangs were another thing, something he was certain would frighten you to death upon first feeling them. And they did, sorta. Of course, not to death, but enough to flinch before ripping your hand away.

“The fuck are those.”

He closes his mouth, quiet for only a second before muttering, “my teeth.”

Your nose twitches, face scrunching in confusion, “they always like that?”

“No., only when I want them to be.”

He slowly grabs back your hand, doesn’t guide it back towards his mouth but just holds it. He can’t go too long without your touch or he feels himself slowly dying

(He isn’t.. but he far too nervous and weird to really care whether he’s going to actually die or not. He thinks he is, and that’s all that matters.)

“Don’t gotta touch them if you don’t wanna, won’t hurt me.” It will, actually, if you don’t fully accept this bit of him. But he doesn’t add that.

You don’t say anything in return, don’t need to. Just slowly reach out your hand again, tap it against his face to get him to open up. Your nail lightly scratches against the sharp tip of one is his jagged teeth, the sound unsettling but not quite unwelcomed.

His teeth later become your most favourite thing to trace on him.

His whole face is, really.

Your fingers are always so so soft, they trace up and down his features, soothing soft patterns into his skin. His flesh isn’t warm, it hasn’t been for centuries.. but for tonight, now, it seems to heat in a way that is only coaxed out through your touch.

He shivers each time, has yet to get use to this. The softness, the gentle hands and the gentle voice. It almost makes him sleepy, another thing found impossible since he’s been dead. He softly rocks you two back and forth, his arms wrapped tight around your waist as you both stand in the middle of your room.

It’s quiet, save for a few steady breathes and the occasional whisp of the breeze against the leaves outside. The floor boards creak under your shared weight as you sway slowly, a silent dance.

You trace your fingers over the ridge of his nose, feel the cartilage underneath, nails lightly scratching against his flesh. Not that it bothers him, nothing could. Not from you.

You give a small hm, puzzled. He isn’t sure, his eyes flickering open to look at you, though your eyes remained closed. As if you’re focused.

He mimics you, giving a small hum in response.

“Broke your nose?” You ask, whispered. Quiet.

Your breath tingles against his skin, curls its way around his skin and beard. Smells like peppermint and sugar.

“Aye, few times,” here, he speaks in his usual accent. Thick with unspoken Gaelic, words jumbled into traces of an olden tongue, long clipped from his people.

You only nod, continuing your admiration further down, over to his lips that luckily aren’t chapped. Haven’t been for a while now. You’ve mentioned it before, the first time.

When you traced your fingers over his skin, pointer softly tapping against his lips, you muttered, “rough skin.. you should drink more water.”

He only gave a small frown then, tongue darting out to give some moisture to his otherwise cracked skin. He didn’t drink any water, but he kept a chapstick on him from there out, one he would use anytime he needed to visit you.

From there, your fingers work down to his chin, the rough stubble of determined hair scratchy at you a tiny bit.

A small smile tugs at your lips, teeth faintly shining against the light of the oil lamp. His eyes stick to it, mouth slowly falling agape. Adoration written all over his face, so bold and loud, one would feel the same adoration from his expression alone. As if the sight of your smile alone can melt even the strongest of men.

He thinks it could.

“Gonna’ shave?”

He shakes his head. You smile wider, “Good, don’t. Feels nice.”

He plans to never shave his beard again.

#idk what to tell ya #remmick #remmick x reader #Remmick x blind!reader #he’s very like.. nice in this. this is lowkey ooc guys btw #fluff

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lilirae00 · 21 hours ago

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No Matter the Miles - Part 5

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: Smut, sexual content 18+

a/n: We made it to the end! I hope you like the way this turned out. When I started writing this idea, it was ending up 10x longer than I intended so that’s how we ended up with five parts. Oops. I'd say it was a happy mistake because I really like this one.

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Eventually, the quiet between them settled into something warm and unspoken. The teasing faded, replaced by that heavy, knowing hush that always followed their biggest fights.

They didn’t apologize again. They didn’t have to.

Instead, Paige pressed one last kiss to Azzi’s hair and mumbled something about food. Azzi huffed like she didn’t care but her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl that made them both snort.

It broke the tension enough that they finally untangled, shifting from the old couch to the floor below, fumbling for Azzi’s phone to figure out what to order.

They settled on one of their old favorites, ordering with the connection crackling so badly they had to repeat themselves three times before the order went through.

They sat pressed together on the old rug in front of the coffee table, knees brushing, elbows colliding as they giggled and shushed each other like conspirators, breath warm on flushed cheeks while they fumbled with the receipt and card.

Every accidental touch lingered just a beat too long, like neither really wanted to pull away.

When the food came, they sprawled on the floor, boxes steaming in the soft lamp light that threw golden shadows over bare arms and collarbones.

Azzi immediately leaned in and stole a forkful of Paige’s curry, deliberately slow, her lips curling around the fork with exaggerated, obscene delight.

She let out a moan that was far too convincing, eyes fluttering as she pretended to fan her mouth, cheeks flushing pink.

Paige tried to roll her eyes, but it failed spectacularly when her mouth twitched with an involuntary smile. She scooped up rice and fed it to Azzi, holding the fork deliberately steady while Azzi leaned forward.

Azzi didn’t just take the bite—she dragged her tongue along the fork, her eyes locked on Paige’s the entire time.

Paige felt heat curl low in her belly, her breath hitching as she yanked the fork back a little too quickly, swallowing hard.

Azzi just smirked, chewing slowly, deliberately. She shifted closer, their thighs flush now, voice a smoky whisper as she leaned in. “Spicy, huh?”

Paige cleared her throat, trying to sound annoyed but failing as her voice cracked slightly. “Yeah. That’s one word for it.”

Azzi’s grin was slow and dangerous. She didn’t move back.

When they’d eaten enough to push the boxes aside, they stayed where they were, knees brushing, the lamplight casting a warm pool around them, making the old wood floors glow.

Outside, the cicadas droned in the humid dark. Inside, it felt like the world had gotten very small and very quiet.

Paige’s eyes kept dropping to Azzi’s mouth, and Azzi wasn’t even touching her but Paige felt hot all over, her heart thudding like she’d been running.

Her fingers twitched against her own thigh.

Azzi didn’t break the silence first. She just watched Paige with that unblinking, open focus that always made Paige feel like she was seen—really, completely seen.

It shook her to her bones every time.

Paige swallowed hard, voice cracking a little. “It’s been…a week.”

Azzi blinked at her, lips parting like she wanted to respond, but no words came out.

Instead her breath hitched, her chest rising too fast. There was a wet gleam at the corners of her eyes she didn’t bother to swipe away.

Paige’s fingers lifted, slow, tentative, brushing her knuckles along Azzi’s jaw like she was afraid to startle her.

Azzi didn’t pull away. She turned into the touch, exhaling like it hurt to hold anything in anymore.

“I missed you,” Paige whispered, the words breaking on her tongue.

Azzi’s lashes fluttered. Her voice cracked. “You had me.”

Paige shook her head, thumb stroking Azzi’s cheek, catching one warm tear. “Not like this.” Her voice was hoarse, ragged, and the truth of it sat between them like something holy.

Azzi’s fingers came up to catch Paige’s wrist, holding her hand tighter against her face.

Her own voice was wrecked, pleading and certain all at once. “Then take me.”

Paige’s breath stuttered. Her lungs felt too small. She let her forehead fall until it pressed against Azzi’s, noses brushing, breaths mingling.

They were both shaking.

“Are you sure?” she rasped.

Azzi didn’t even blink. “Paige. I’m always sure of you.”

That was it. That was everything. Paige’s thumb kept brushing away Azzi’s tears, her own vision blurring.

She heard Azzi let out a tiny sound that was half a laugh, half a sob.

“Please,” Azzi breathed.

Paige closed her eyes for a second, grounding herself in the heat of Azzi’s skin, the way she was trembling. When she opened them again, there was nothing but Azzi in her world.

“I want you,” Paige said roughly. “But not just…this. I want you you. Even the parts you’re scared to give me. The parts that are mad at me. The parts I hurt.”

Azzi’s mouth trembled. A single tear slid free, and Paige chased it with her thumb. Azzi pressed into her touch like she was starved for it.

“Good,” Azzi whispered. “Because you have me. All of me. Even the parts that want to scream at you. The parts that hate how much I need you.”

Paige let out a broken laugh that turned into a sob halfway. Her forehead pressed harder to Azzi’s. “God, I’m sorry,” she choked.

Azzi shook her head sharply. “No. Don’t apologize for wanting me so bad you’ll give up everything. Don’t be sorry for that. Just—” Her voice broke. She swallowed. “Promise you’ll let me want you back.”

Paige’s answering laugh was wet, hiccuping. “Promise.”

Then she kissed her.

It started cautious. Gentle. Testing. Their mouths fit together slow, deliberate, re-learning the give and take of breath and heat and forgiveness.

Azzi whimpered the moment Paige deepened the kiss, hands scrabbling at her sides like she couldn’t get close enough.

She fisted Paige’s shirt, yanking her in until there was absolutely no space left, chests crushed together, their hearts pounding wild against each other.

Her breath came out ragged, breaking against Paige’s mouth as she twisted to chase every last bit of contact.

Paige kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, the damp curve of her cheek where tears had only just dried.

Azzi let out a wrecked, pleading sound, voice cracking with need as her fingers dug into Paige’s back. “God, Paige. Please. I need you. I need you so bad.”

Her words trembled with urgency, raw and unfiltered, like she’d been holding them back for days and they finally broke free.

“Say it again,” Paige groaned, desperate.

Azzi’s eyes locked on hers, glassy but steady. “I need you.”

Paige’s hands slid under Azzi’s shirt, thumbs brushing warm skin that made Azzi shudder and rock against her.

“Off,” Paige mumbled, tugging at the hem.

Azzi lifted her arms obediently. Paige peeled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside. She paused, letting her eyes drink her in, chest heaving.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, voice cracked with awe.

Azzi let out a watery laugh. “You’re biased.”

“Damn right I am.”

Paige pressed kisses down her throat, over the curve of her collarbone.

Azzi’s head tipped back, a shuddery gasp escaping. Paige took her time, tasting salt and warmth, letting her teeth scrape just enough to make Azzi squirm and whimper.

Azzi’s fingers slid into Paige’s hair, holding her there with a trembling need.

Paige let out a husky, breath-warm laugh against her neck. “Getting impatient?”

Azzi’s voice broke, low and pleading. “Don’t tease me… just….please.”

And neither of them was laughing anymore when Paige’s mouth found her breast. She kissed slowly but with purpose, heat simmering in every press of her lips.

Azzi’s breath hitched, her back arching to give her more, the old rug scraping her skin as she writhed, needing Paige’s mouth like air.

Paige pressed her forehead to Azzi’s chest for a second, just breathing her in, before kissing lower, teasing her stomach with open-mouthed kisses.

Azzi’s hips rolled helplessly, the muscles in her thighs jumping.

Paige paused at the waistband, looking up, eyes blown dark. “Okay?”

Azzi nodded so hard her hair fell into her face. “Please.”

Paige hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Azzi’s shorts and underwear, tugging them down slow.

Azzi lifted her hips without being asked, breath shuddering, eyes locked on Paige like she was afraid she’d vanish.

When the clothes slid over her thighs and pooled on the floor, Azzi was already flushed pink, the lamplight catching every slick, wet, vulnerable part of her.

Paige swallowed hard, something in her chest squeezing so tight she thought it would crack her ribs. She ran her palms up Azzi’s thighs, thumbs pressing into the firm muscles there, grounding her.

“Jesus, baby,” she rasped, voice wrecked.

Azzi’s breath hitched. She tried to joke, but it came out choked. “Don’t you dare make fun of me.”

Paige shook her head minutely, eyes locked on hers. “I’m not.” Her thumbs traced soothing circles. “I just…God. Look at you.”

Azzi’s lip wobbled, tears threatening again. She bit them back, lifting a shaky hand to bury her fingers in Paige’s hair.

“All for you,” she whispered.

Paige’s breath caught on a sob she refused to let out. She kissed the inside of Azzi’s knee, then higher, over trembling skin, leaving a wet path. Azzi’s fingers flexed in her hair, not pulling away but anchoring her there, needing her.

When Paige finally pressed her mouth to her wet center, it wasn’t rushed or greedy. It was slow, open.

Azzi cried out, her back arching off the rug as her thighs fell open wider.

Paige’s hands held her hips down gently, thumbs stroking in slow, patient circles, her own breath breaking against slick heat.

“Azzi whimpered, voice cracking on a sob. “Paige—fuck—please—”

Paige lifted her eyes, dark with want but soft with love. “Shh. I’ve got you.”

She circled Azzi’s clit with her tongue, slow at first, teasing. Azzi’s hips jerked wildly, a sob tearing from her throat. Paige didn’t relent. She sucked gently, then harder, listening to Azzi’s voice break apart on her name.

When she pressed a finger inside, Azzi choked, sobbing so hard Paige had to hush her, kissing the inside of her thigh as she worked her open.

Another finger joined the first, pressing in slow, patient, relentless. Paige felt Azzi flutter and clench around her, heard the strangled sob she tried to bite back.

She didn’t let up. She curled her fingers just right, finding that spot that always made Azzi shiver like she'd been shocked.

Azzi’s back arched clean off the floor, a broken moan tearing from her lips. Her head thrashed side to side, hair sticking to her damp cheeks, breaths hitching in ragged, pleading gasps.

Paige’s name slipped from her lips like prayer, like accusation, like she couldn’t believe how much she needed her.

Paige’s mouth was merciless. She dragged her tongue in slow, teasing circles around Azzi’s clit, then sucked, firm and steady, pulling desperate cries from Azzi’s chest. She let her teeth graze just enough to make Azzi jolt, hips bucking hard against her mouth.

“Right there?” Paige rasped against her, voice low, guttural, but impossibly gentle. She pressed her thumb into Azzi’s hip to hold her steady, breath hot against slick skin.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Azzi choked on a sob, thighs quivering violently around Paige’s shoulders. Her hands scrabbled at Paige’s hair, not pushing her away, but trying to hold on for dear life.

Paige let her, let her use her, worshipped her in every thrust of her fingers, every lap of her tongue.

Azzi was babbling now—Paige’s name, curses, wordless cries that broke and scattered across the floor. She trembled so hard Paige had to shift to keep her pinned, her own heart pounding in time with Azzi’s stuttering breath

Paige felt her tightening around her fingers, felt the quiver become a shudder, the shudder become a tremor that threatened to break her in half.

She thrusted her fingers deeper, faster, curling, dragging her tongue over that perfect spot again and again.

Azzi let out a cracked, pleading gasp, her fingers clutching at Paige’s other hand that was splayed across her stomach. “Don’t stop,” she sobbed, voice wrecked, raw with need.

“Never,” Paige whispered against her, voice cracking with how much she wanted it. How much she needed it. “Come for me, Az. Let go. Let me hear you.”

Azzi let out one last, strangled sob—and then she shattered.

It was a violent, unstoppable thing. Her body seized, thighs clamping tight around Paige’s head. She screamed Paige’s name like it was the only word she remembered, her voice breaking, raw and desperate.

Paige didn’t stop. She held her through it, hands pressing into her hips to keep her grounded, tongue gentle now, coaxing her through every last wave.

Azzi shook apart, gasping like she couldn’t find air, sobbing Paige’s name softer, pleading, begging.

Paige only let up when Azzi’s hands tugged frantically at her hair, voice cracking with exhausted, overwhelmed sobs of “too much—please—Paige—please.”

Then Paige pulled back, breath heaving, mouth slick and wet, heart beating out of her chest. She pressed kisses along the inside of Azzi’s thighs, up her trembling stomach, her ribs, the frantic rise and fall of her chest. She kissed every inch of her like an apology, like a promise.

When she finally reached Azzi’s face, she cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears, pressing their foreheads together as Azzi trembled and hiccuped with leftover sobs.

Paige’s voice was wrecked. “God, I love you.”

Azzi’s lips twisted into a wobbly, ruined smile, tears still glittering on her lashes. “Always.”

Azzi was shaking, eyes glazed, cheeks wet.

Paige cupped her face. “You okay?”

Azzi laughed, but it was broken, ruined. “Fuck. Yeah. Paige…”

Paige kissed her forehead, pressing it there for a long moment while she watched Azzi’s breathing slowly even out.

Azzi blinked slowly, eyes clearing, and she let her gaze roam over Paige’s flushed, eager face. She swallowed, voice low, hoarse. “Your turn.”

Azzi pushed Paige gently onto her back, hair falling into her face, eyes shining with something fierce and hungry.

Paige let her, heart in her throat, lungs fighting for breath.

“Azzi…” she started, but Azzi just shushed her with a kiss, deep and claiming. Paige whimpered into her mouth, body arching.

Azzi’s fingers were slow but sure, dancing down her ribs, over her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts.

Paige lifted her hips without being asked, baring herself completely.

Azzi paused, just looking at her, chest heaving.

Paige flushed crimson, trying to close her thighs, but Azzi’s hands were there, spreading her open.

“Don’t hide from me,” Azzi whispered, voice shaking but certain as she looked up, hair falling in her eyes. “Not now. Not ever.”

Paige whimpered, nodding helplessly, hands flying to Azzi’s shoulders, fingers digging in hard. She felt exposed in every way—body flushed, chest tight, breathing like she’d just played a full 40 minutes on the court.

Azzi didn’t rush. She kissed her knee softly, then higher, dragging her mouth along Paige’s trembling thigh. She felt Paige shudder under her, heard the strangled noise in her throat.

Azzi let her lips linger, parting them enough to drag her teeth gently, making Paige jump and curse.

“God, P,” Azzi breathed, voice breaking as she drank in the sight of Paige spread out for her, glistening in the low lamplight. “You’re so beautiful.”

Paige’s hips rolled involuntarily, seeking friction, her breath catching in tiny, desperate sobs.

Azzi pressed a slow, wet kiss right to her clit. Paige cried out, whole body jolting like she’d been shocked, head falling back against the floor.

“Azzi—fuck—please—”

Azzi smiled against her, lips slick, breath hot. “I know,” she whispered, but she didn’t let up. She flattened her tongue and licked a slow, hard stripe that made Paige buck violently.

Azzi settled her free hand firmly on Paige’s stomach, pressing her down. “Hold still,” she ordered softly, voice shaking with heat. “Let me have you.”

Paige whimpered again, fingers twisting in Azzi’s hair, not pushing her away—never that—but pulling her closer, begging without words.

Azzi’s mouth was relentless. She sucked gently, then harder, letting her tongue circle and tease until Paige was thrashing under her, legs trembling violently. She felt Paige’s thighs clamp around her head, heard the wet, wrecked noises spilling out of her.

Azzi let her fingers drift lower, slick with Paige’s arousal. She pressed one inside slowly, carefully, curling it until Paige let out a broken sob.

“Shh,” Azzi murmured against her, voice so wrecked it barely held together. She pressed another finger in, feeling Paige stretch around her, hot and tight and perfect. “Give it to me. All of it.”

She’d been holding so much in all week—every fear, every ache, the terror of losing this, losing her.

But in this moment, with Azzi kneeling between her thighs, looking at her like she was everything, Paige felt it crack open.

She wasn’t losing anything. She wasn’t losing her. Because here Azzi was—inside her, against her, with her. And it hit Paige so deep she almost sobbed with it.

She’s mine. She’ll always be mine.

Paige shook her head frantically, but her hips wouldn’t stop moving, grinding desperately against Azzi’s mouth, taking Azzi’s fingers deeper, chasing the rhythm with mindless, frantic need.

“Azzi—I—I’m—”

“Do it,” Azzi ordered, voice shaking with love and hunger. She crooked her fingers just right, tongue pressing in slow, relentless circles over Paige’s clit. “Come for me, Paige.”

Paige fell apart with a scream, body convulsing violently. Tears leaked hot down her cheeks as she sobbed Azzi’s name over and over, voice gone and ruined, completely, beautifully undone.

Azzi didn’t stop until Paige was begging, voice cracking. She gentled her fingers, mouth slowing, soothing, pressing needy kisses over oversensitive skin while Paige trembled and hiccupped for breath, clutching Azzi’s shoulders with bruising force.

Azzi finally pulled back, licking her lips, eyes dark and glassy. She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Paige’s hip, then trailed slow, shaking kisses up her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone, murmuring I love you against every inch of her skin.

When she reached Paige’s face, she cupped her cheek gently, thumbs brushing away tears.

Paige was wrecked—eyes glassy, cheeks wet, lips parted with little gasps of air.

Azzi kissed her forehead softly, then her mouth, slow and deep, letting Paige taste herself, letting her feel every ounce of love and hunger poured into the kiss.

Paige clung to her like a lifeline, chest heaving, body still twitching with aftershocks, her moans muffled in Azzi’s mouth.

Azzi didn’t let go. She just held her there, breathing her in, promising her everything without saying a word. “I’ve got you,” she whispered. “Always.”

Paige laughed, but it was wet and raw. “Still scared.”

Azzi pressed her forehead to hers, their tears mixing. “Good. Me too.”

Paige swallowed hard. “But I’m yours.”

Azzi’s voice broke. “Always.”

They didn’t move for a long time.

Just breathing.

Entwined.

Everything forgiven.

Everything promised.

They lay tangled on the old rug, the quiet of the empty house pressing in around them like a warm blanket. The single lamp cast golden light across sweat-slicked skin, catching on tear tracks drying on flushed cheeks.

Paige’s head rested over Azzi’s racing heart, ear pressed so close she could hear every thump slow from panic to peace.

Azzi’s fingers carded lazily through her damp hair, scratching her scalp in slow, comforting circles.

Paige let out a shuddery breath she’d been holding for too long, trying to let her weight sink into Azzi completely, trusting her to hold it.

For a while, neither of them spoke. It was enough just to be there. Enough to know they weren’t going anywhere.

But eventually Paige lifted her head, just enough to meet Azzi’s gaze. Their eyes were glassy but clear. Honest in the way only exhaustion and release could force them to be.

Her voice was quiet, cracking at the edges.

“I want you in Dallas,” she said. “Selfishly. Always.”

Azzi didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away. Instead she lifted her hand to Paige’s cheek, cupping it, thumb stroking the sticky tear track there.

She pressed their foreheads together until they breathed the same warm air.

“I know,” Azzi whispered. Her voice was gentle, almost heartbreakingly soft.

She kissed Paige slow, careful, like sealing something precious. Like promising. Then she pulled back just enough to see her eyes.

“But I need to see where I land,” Azzi continued. “I need my own path. I need to know I didn’t get there because someone made space for me.”

Paige shut her eyes tight at that. Her fingers dug into Azzi’s ribs, grounding herself, trying not to shake apart again. She felt the words crawl up her throat raw, too big to swallow.

“Okay,” she finally forced out, voice breaking. “I’ll be wherever you are.”

But Azzi shook her head. Soft, slow, sure. Their noses brushed, lips so close they shared the same trembling breath.

“No,” Azzi whispered. It was so gentle it made Paige shiver. “You stay where you need to be. I’ll stay where I need to be. We’ll figure it out.”

Paige swallowed hard, eyes brimming. She blinked, a tear escaping despite her best effort.

Her voice was so small it almost didn’t make it out.

“Promise?”

Azzi’s fingers threaded tighter in Paige’s hair, grounding them both. Her voice cracked too, but it was fierce in a way that made Paige’s heart clench.

“Promise,” Azzi breathed. “Nothing breaks us.”

Paige let out a sob that was half relief, half grief for all the ways they’d hurt each other this week.

Azzi caught it with her mouth, kissing her deeply, slowly, like sealing the promise in both their bones.

The kiss softened until it was just lips brushing lips. The air between them felt too warm, too alive.

Their breathing slowed together.

Their eyes fluttered half shut.

Slow.

Certain.

Them.

Azzi’s hand stroked up and down Paige’s back, the motion so gentle Paige thought she’d melt into her completely.

Paige swallowed again. Her voice was quieter, more shy, like she was embarrassed by how much she needed to know.

“Would you… be upset if you actually ended up in Dallas?” she asked.

She hesitated, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. “Like… would you feel weird? Being there with me?”

Azzi’s brow softened immediately. She let out a long, steady breath and her thumb brushed under Paige’s eye.

“Upset? No, P.” Her voice was unwavering. “I’d love being there with you. You know that.”

Paige blinked hard. Her eyes flicked away for a second. “Yeah. But… I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have your own path.”

Azzi squeezed her side gently, pulling her attention back. Her thumb traced slow, deliberate circles over Paige’s ribs, like she could calm the worry out of her.

“I just want it to be because that team wants me,” Azzi said, voice thick but sure. “Because I fit. Because I earned it. I want to prove myself. If that’s Dallas? Then hell yes, that’s what it is. I’d be so happy. But I need it to be real.”

Paige swallowed hard again, blinking so fast her vision blurred. She felt heat sting at the backs of her eyes, trying so hard to hold it together.

“Yeah,” she whispered. Her voice cracked anyway. “I get that. I really do. I just… fuck, Azzi. I want you with me so bad.”

Azzi let out a quiet, wobbly laugh, pressing their foreheads together again. Their noses brushed and Paige felt the tears spill hot between them.

“I know you do,” Azzi murmured. She kissed Paige’s nose, feather-light, tender in the way only Azzi could be. “And I love the idea too. I do.”

Paige let out a breath, ragged and relieved. Her thumb brushed over Azzi’s ribs in slow circles, grounding them both.

“Yeah?”

Azzi nodded seriously. “Yeah. It’d be… amazing. But promise me something?”

Paige sniffed hard, voice tiny. “Anything.”

Azzi’s fingers threaded tighter into Paige’s hair, like she couldn’t let her slip even an inch away.

“Don’t get your hopes too high. Don’t… plan for it. I don’t want you to be crushed if it doesn’t go that way. Because we’re going to be fine no matter what.”

Paige felt her chest cave in. She hesitated, fighting everything in her that wanted to say she couldn’t promise that. But she forced herself to nod, jerky and real.

“I’ll try,” she whispered.

Azzi’s thumb brushed away another tear.

“That’s all I’m asking.”

They kissed again. Slow. Deep. Letting the truth of it sink in. Letting it fill every broken place between them.

Paige let out a tiny, shaky laugh against Azzi’s mouth.

“Pretty romantic spot for this talk, huh?”

Azzi snorted, their noses bumping. “Yeah. Hardwood floors and take-out. Very on-brand for us.”

Paige huffed, pushing her sweaty hair back from her forehead. “Ow. My hip’s gonna be so bruised.”

Azzi rolled her eyes with affection so deep it made Paige ache.

“Come on, old lady. Let’s get off the floor before you break something.”

Paige let Azzi help her up. Her legs shook, and she grabbed Azzi’s arms, laughing weakly.

“Whoa. Okay. My legs don’t work anymore.”

Azzi steadied her, fingers digging into her waist. “Gee, wonder why,” she teased, voice low.

Paige’s ears went red. She tried to glare, but it melted into a shy, exhausted smile.

“Shut up.”

Azzi leaned in, brushing the corner of her mouth with a kiss that was all promise.

“Never.”

They moved carefully down the narrow hallway, hands brushing, shoulders bumping, trying not to trip over their own wobbly legs.

The old floor creaked under them like it was greeting them back with every step. Azzi held Paige’s fingers tight, grounding them both, her thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against Paige’s palm.

The closer they got to Azzi’s room, the more Paige felt her chest tighten. Not with fear anymore—but with that unbearable fullness that was all Azzi.

When they reached the door, Azzi paused. She glanced at Paige, eyes soft, mouth quirked just slightly, like she was nervous in a way that was new and old all at once.

Paige swallowed, blinking at the cracked white paint, at the tiny dent near the knob from when Azzi had slammed it too hard during an argument years ago.

Azzi watched her carefully.

“Hey,” she murmured. Her voice was low but sure, tugging Paige back from whatever memory had grabbed her. “What’s that face?”

Paige blinked hard, eyes stinging for no reason that made sense. She let out a shaky breath.

“Just… a lot of memories here,” she admitted, voice cracking.

Azzi’s chest tightened. She pressed closer, their foreheads bumping, breath mingling. Her fingers tightened around Paige’s hand.

“Good ones?” she asked gently.

Paige sniffed, biting her lip hard before it trembled too much. She gave a jerky nod.

“Yeah. All of them.”

Azzi let out a shaky breath of her own, her eyes glistening. She leaned in, pressing her lips softly to Paige’s temple.

“Same.”

Paige let out a little laugh, wet and raw but real.

“God, we were so stupid,” she whispered.

Azzi cracked a smile, brushing their noses.

“Yeah. Still are.”

Paige huffed, her own smile breaking through. “At least we’re stupid together.”

Azzi kissed her again, slow, deep, patient. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was the only thing that had ever made sense.

Then she tugged Paige gently inside.

Azzi watched her. Saw every flicker of feeling cross her face. She didn’t rush her. She just held her hand, thumb stroking over her knuckles slow and sure.

“Hey,” she said softly, voice breaking just a little. “You with me?”

Paige turned to her, blinking hard. Her eyes were glossy but certain.

“Yeah,” she whispered. She gave Azzi’s hand a squeeze. “I’m with you.”

Azzi let out a breath that shook on the way out. She tugged Paige closer, until there was no space between them.

“Good,” she murmured, voice so low it was almost lost in the quiet. “Because I’m not letting go.”

Paige let out a sound between a sob and a laugh, her fingers curling into the hem of Azzi’s shirt.

“Promise?”

Azzi nodded.

“Promise.”

They both moved then, crawling onto the too-small bed together. It creaked under their weight, familiar in its imperfection. Paige struggled to untangle the rumpled sheets with one hand while keeping her other tangled in Azzi’s shirt.

Azzi laughed, a quiet, exhausted sound that settled right in Paige’s chest. She grabbed the edge of the sheet to help, and they fought with it for a second, giggling when they got stuck.

Finally they managed to get it half-decent, and Paige collapsed against Azzi with a huff.

She immediately tucked herself close, burying her face against Azzi’s neck. She breathed her in, let that smell of skin and shampoo and everything safe fill her head.

Azzi wrapped both arms tight around her, one leg thrown over Paige’s hip like she was staking a claim.

“Comfy?” she murmured, lips brushing Paige’s hairline.

Paige’s voice was muffled but sure. “Perfect.”

Azzi pressed a long kiss to her temple.

“Good.”

The house creaked around them, settling in the late-night quiet. Faint sounds drifted from outside—the hum of cicadas, a distant car engine, the wind rattling the old window glass.

Paige felt her entire body loosen by slow degrees. She let her fingers draw lazy, mindless shapes on Azzi’s side, grounding herself in the heat of her.

Finally, in a small, almost shy voice, she whispered, “Thanks for talking to me. For… everything.”

Azzi’s arms squeezed tighter. Her fingers stroked up and down Paige’s spine in gentle lines, soothing and anchoring all at once.

“Always,” Azzi murmured.

Paige smiled against her skin, eyelids growing heavy.

“Love you.”

Azzi hummed low in her throat, voice rumbling against Paige’s cheek.

“Love you more.”

Paige mumbled something incoherent, but happy, already half-asleep.

Safe.

Azzi smiled into the dark, pressing one last kiss to Paige’s hair, and let her own eyes drift shut.

Listening to Paige breathe.

Feeling her heart beat slow.

Knowing that no matter what came next, they’d find their way.

–

They woke tangled together in the muted gray of pre-dawn, the air still and close, the whole house hushed except for the occasional settling creak of old floorboards.

Paige was on her back, hair a wild halo against the pillow, one arm crooked protectively around Azzi’s bare shoulders.

Azzi was practically draped over her, one leg thrown over Paige’s hips like she was staking a claim she had no intention of ever giving up.

Azzi made a low, exhausted sound, her nose scrunching.

“God. Everything hurts.” Her voice was a sleepy rasp, muffled as she tried to burrow her face further into Paige’s chest, avoiding the weak morning light filtering in through the blinds.

Paige let out a tired, satisfied laugh, the vibration making Azzi’s cheek rise and fall where it pressed to her ribs.

Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles along Azzi’s spine, memorizing every dip and curve. “Pretty sure you told me not to stop. Multiple times.” She couldn't help the smugness that slipped into her voice.

Azzi groaned dramatically, fingers tightening on Paige’s side. “Regret,” she mumbled. But even that sounded soft, affectionate. Like she couldn’t bring herself to mean it.

Paige’s mouth curved into a real smile, eyes heavy but warm. She turned her head just enough to press a kiss to Azzi’s hairline. “Liar,” she murmured.

Azzi didn’t even deny it, just huffed, pressing closer, as if trying to crawl inside Paige and stay there forever. Paige let herself savor it for a moment. The feel of Azzi’s weight. The heat of her. The way her breathing was slow and even, safe.

And even after everything they’d been through—every fight, every jagged edge—they still ended up here. Tangled together. Like the only thing that made sense.

Then a knock rattled the quiet, sharp and authoritative.

Azzi jerked in surprise, but Paige froze completely as Katie’s voice drifted in, maddeningly calm.

“Breakfast in ten. Don’t be late.”

Paige blinked, eyes wide, mind scrambling. She yanked the sheet up around their naked bodies in pure, mortified reflex. “Yes, ma’am,” she croaked automatically, voice cracking like a teenager.

Azzi let out an actual whine, dragging a pillow over her head. “Mooooom.”

Katie didn’t even react to the scandalized tone. She just stood there in the cracked doorway, that knowing smirk curving her mouth. Like she’d been waiting for this moment. “It’s your last day. Don’t forget to say goodbye to everyone.”

Her eyes flicked to Paige, and they softened, just a little. Paige felt her ears go red immediately. Katie’s voice gentled. “I mean it. Don’t make me drag you back in here for hugs.”

Paige swallowed hard, heat crawling all the way down her neck. She nodded jerkily. “Noted. We’ll be there.”

Katie gave them both that look—equal parts exasperated and amused, with a heavy dose of maternal affection—and closed the door with deliberate finality.

Azzi let out a muffled screech into the pillow the moment it clicked shut. “I can’t believe she just…like…barged in. Oh my god.” Her voice cracked with mortification.

Paige was still giggling helplessly, her face buried in Azzi’s hair. She inhaled the faint scent of sweat and shampoo, refusing to let Azzi’s squirming push her away. “She didn’t even flinch. Queen energy. Truly.”

Azzi turned her head just enough to glare at her, cheeks pink. “She knew we were in here…cuddling.”.

Paige’s eyebrows wiggled exaggeratedly. “Cuddling is one word for it.”

Azzi let out an indignant squawk and smacked her shoulder lightly. “Shut up.” But she couldn’t hide the way her mouth quirked, like she wanted to smile even if she refused.

Paige’s fingers found her chin, tilting it up just enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. She let it linger, breathing Azzi in.

When she pulled back, her eyes were bright and teasing and stupidly full of love. “Never,” she whispered, voice low but certain.

Azzi rolled her eyes but melted against her anyway. Paige felt the last of the tension leave her bones.

For all the embarrassment, for all the soreness in places she didn’t want to think about yet, this—this was what she wanted. Azzi warm and real in her arms, grumbling but so clearly hers.

–

After a few more stolen seconds and soft kisses, they finally managed to untangle themselves from the warm tangle of sheets, both of them groaning like they’d run a marathon instead of…well.

Azzi’s hair was a wreck, sticking up in defiance of gravity, and her eyes were barely open as she fumbled around for her shorts.

Paige was no help at all, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her shoulders shook.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Azzi muttered, cheeks pink as she yanked her shirt on inside-out without noticing.

Paige’s grin was wide and delighted. “Can’t help it. You’re adorable when you’re grumpy.”

Azzi scowled, running a hand through her hair in a futile attempt to flatten it. “Oh hush. I’m not awake enough for your bullshit.”

Paige only laughed, that warm, relieved sound she’d missed hearing all week. They were okay. They were so okay.

They padded down the hall barefoot, Azzi still muttering under her breath, and walked into the bright kitchen, blinking against the sudden light.

Katie was at the stove, spatula in hand, flipping pancakes with the ruthless efficiency of a general commanding troops. The smell of butter and syrup filled the air, warm and safe and home.

Tim sat at the table pretending to read the newspaper, but his eyes flicked over the top with the kind of gleeful dad amusement that said he’d been waiting for this.

“Morning, girls,” Katie sing-songed without turning around. Her voice was so smug it was practically illegal.

“Sleep well?” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she flipped a pancake. “I assume you eventually got some sleep.”

Azzi froze mid-step, eyes going wide in absolute horror. “Mooooom.”

Paige didn’t even hesitate. She sauntered to the table, pulled out a chair, and dropped into it with theatrical flair. Her grin was weaponized. “Oh, we slept great.”

Azzi’s head whipped around so fast her hair flew. “Paige!”

Paige raised both brows innocently. “What? She’s the one who asked.” She leaned back, lacing her fingers behind her head, looking for all the world like she was the queen of the damn universe.

Katie turned just enough to cast them both the smuggest look ever. “I bet you did.”

Azzi let out a strangled groan and slapped both hands over her face. “I hate this family.”

She peeked through her fingers to glare at Paige. “Just because we’re older now doesn’t mean I want to have these conversations with my mother.”

Katie didn’t miss a beat. She arched an eyebrow, spatula in hand. “Oh please. You think we didn’t know what was going on when Paige lived here? You two were about as subtle as a marching band.”

Paige propped her chin on her hand, eyes twinkling. “I mean…we were basically feral back then.”

Azzi’s eyes widened in betrayal. “Paige!”

Katie sniffed theatrically. “Mm-hm. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. For my sake and yours.”

Azzi let out an inhuman noise and covered her face. “I hate it here.”

Paige snickered, sliding closer to press a gentle kiss to Azzi’s hairline. “Good thing you love me.”

Azzi mumbled through her hands. “Debatable.” But she was definitely smiling underneath.

Katie finally wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, giving them both the sternest fake glare imaginable. “You two are the worst. Pancakes are almost ready. Sit. Behave.”

Paige blinked with exaggerated innocence. “I am so well-behaved.”

Tim snorted behind the paper. “Sure you are, kid.”

Azzi just groaned, face falling into her hands on the table. “Kill me now.”

But even as she said it, Paige’s hand found hers under the table. Their fingers laced instinctively, easy, familiar. Azzi didn’t pull away. She just let Paige hold on, thumb brushing gently over Paige’s knuckles once, twice.

Katie turned back to the stove, pretending to be busy, but Paige caught the soft smile tugging at her lips. She watched them from the corner of her eye with that same knowing look she’d always had, the one that said she saw everything.

And she was glad.

And in that moment, with the smell of pancakes, the rustle of the newspaper, the sunlight pouring in the window, Paige felt that usual fear buried deep in her chest go quiet.

–

They stepped onto the porch, bags slung over their shoulders, the early morning air cool and damp against sleep-warm skin.

Dawn was just cracking open the sky in pale pinks and quiet golds, dewdrops clinging to every blade of grass, glinting like tiny promises.

The whole Fudd family was there to see them off, bleary-eyed but determined, clustered in the doorway in mismatched sweats and slippers, hair mussed from sleep but refusing to miss a second of this goodbye.

Tim stood at the front, solid as ever, arms folded over his chest like he was barring the door. His eyes were puffy but alert, watching them the way only a dad could.

When Paige stepped close enough, he reached out and clapped her shoulder with a firm smack that rattled her teeth but somehow settled her heart.

“Don’t kill each other on the road,” he said gruffly, his voice a scratch of sleep and emotion he didn’t dare show.

Paige snorted, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the grin splitting her face. “Low bar, Tim.”

Azzi elbowed her gently, lips twitching despite the tears shining in her eyes. Her throat bobbed hard, trying to keep them back. She looked at Paige for just a breath, soaking her in, before her gaze slid back to her parents, chest heaving with something too big to name.

Katie had her arms crossed, trying so hard to look tough. But she dropped it with a small shake of her head and just opened them.

Azzi didn’t hesitate. She dropped her bag with a thump and buried herself in her mother’s hold, fingers bunching in the back of Katie’s sweatshirt like she was six again.

Katie squeezed so tight Azzi made a startled squeak but didn’t pull away. Her lips pressed to her daughter’s temple, words murmured just for her.

Paige couldn’t hear them all, but she caught the tremble in Azzi’s mouth, the way her eyes squeezed shut as the first tear slipped free. Katie smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead firmly.

“You know we’ll see you in a few weeks,” she said softly, voice steady despite the catch. “Don’t think for a second we’re missing that first UConn game. Even if it’s just preseason.”

Azzi sniffed hard, swiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Yeah. Okay.”

Katie cupped her face one last time before turning. Her eyes landed on Paige and softened instantly, glistening. Paige shifted on her feet, awkward, her bag clutched tight in one white-knuckled hand.

Katie didn’t wait. She closed the space in two steps and wrapped Paige up in a hug so solid it was impossible to misinterpret.

Paige went stiff for half a second, her breath catching, before she just caved. She melted into it, arms circling Katie’s back, face burying in her shoulder like she was trying to hide.

Katie’s voice dropped to a low, fierce whisper meant for Paige alone. “You listen to me.”

Paige’s whole body tensed like a startled deer. But Katie just held her tighter, grounding her with the press of her hands.

“You’re just as much my daughter as she is. I love you, Paige Bueckers. Always have. Always will.”

Paige made a sound that wasn’t quite a sob, wasn’t quite a laugh. It broke out of her chest raw and shaking. “I love you too, Mama K,” she rasped, voice cracking like old glass.

Katie squeezed even tighter, ignoring the tears dampening her sweatshirt. “Good. Don’t forget it. And don’t you dare forget to call me before you head to Miami.”

Paige laughed then, wet and hiccuping. “Okay,” she whispered, voice falling apart.

Katie drew back just enough to catch the tears on Paige’s cheek with her thumb, eyes shining with pride and worry and endless love. “That’s my girl.”

Behind them, Tim cleared his throat so violently the coffee in his mug sloshed. He lifted it to hide his face but failed spectacularly, blinking way too much.

“Allergies,” he grumbled.

Katie didn’t even turn. “Sure, Tim.”

He huffed but couldn’t stop himself. He stepped forward and gathered both of them in one massive arm, his other clutching the coffee mug like a lifeline.

It was meant to be manly, restrained—but it fell apart halfway through. His hand patted their shoulders, gruff, muttering about “damn kids” under his breath, but there was no hiding the quiver in his voice.

Azzi sniffed hard, voice cracking. She glanced between her parents, swallowing back another wave of tears. “We’re gonna be okay.”

Katie’s eyes shone with fierce certainty as she nodded, voice low but sure. “I know you will.”

For a moment, neither Paige nor Azzi moved. They just stood there, soaking it in.

They both knew—deep down—that Katie and Tim Fudd had always been this way. Ever since quarantine, when they'd first fumbled their way out of friendship and into something more, it was these two who wouldn't let them run from it.

They were the ones who made them talk when they fought, who wouldn’t let them pretend everything was fine. Paige and Azzi had always known they could come here when they felt lost—always knew these two would help them find their way back to each other.

Paige swallowed, her throat tight. Azzi felt her fingers tighten in Paige’s without thinking.

This was family. The kind that wouldn't let you give up.

Katie watched them, eyes moving back and forth, fierce and soft all at once. She let out a shaking breath, blinking furiously. “You two are gonna be fine.”

Paige blinked fast, a tear sliding down her cheek that she didn’t bother to wipe. Azzi bit her lip hard, fighting to keep it from trembling.

They turned, reluctantly, and started down the steps slowly. Gravel crunched under their shoes, too loud in the hush of dawn. Their bags bumped against their hips, shoulders brushing.

When they reached the car, they loaded their stuff in silence, the ritual familiar and comforting. But before they climbed in, they both turned one last time.

Katie stood on the porch, arms folded tight around herself, trying so hard to keep her face together. Tim lifted his coffee in a silent salute, his eyes wet but proud, mouth firm with unspoken support.

Azzi swallowed hard and found her voice. “I love you guys.”

Katie’s voice broke but didn’t falter. “Love you too. Both of you. Always.”

Paige blinked the world clear. Her voice was rough. “Thank you. For…everything.”

Katie’s face broke into something soft and warm, even as tears glittered in her lashes. “Just keep taking care of each other.”

Tim rumbled low, his voice deep and certain. “That’s all that matters.”

Paige nodded, her hand already finding Azzi’s again, fingers lacing so tight they couldn’t tell whose was whose. “Yeah. We will.”

Azzi let out a breath that shook through her whole body but settled something deep. She squeezed Paige’s hand like a promise. “Promise.”

They climbed in together. Doors shut with a thunk that echoed in the quiet. Seatbelts clicked. Their hands found each other over the console, fingers tangling tight, anchoring them both.

Paige turned to look at Azzi. Her eyes were wet but clear. Determined. Unbreakable. “You ready?”

Azzi’s lip trembled but her smile was real. Sure. “Yeah. You?”

Paige let out a long, shuddering breath and leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes just for a second. She squeezed Azzi’s hand. “Always.”

They sat like that for one more heartbeat, listening to the world hold its breath around them. Then Paige turned the key. The engine rumbled to life.

Azzi’s thumb stroked slow, grounding circles over Paige’s knuckles. Paige squeezed back.

And they pulled away.

Down the long driveway.

Onto the winding road.

The horizon cracked wide open in front of them, glowing with possibility.

They didn’t know exactly where basketball would take them next.

Which cities. Which teams. How many nights apart.

But they knew this.

Them.

Unbreakable.

Ready.

Always.

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xxtani16 · 3 days ago

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Since we are talking about the power of learning to bullshit that chat cannot teach you, let me introduce you to maybe 8 years old me who had completely forgotten she was going to have a test the next day.

The first test with only open questions of my life.

A science test about the water cycle and something of those lines.

Not that I knew it until the teacher started writing the first question on the board.

I did not even remember doing it during class.

I read the questions and I had no idea of what any of them even talked about.

I managed to fill four pages by rambling about water. Half of that was me rewriting and rewording the question in a way that it sounded like an answer. Occasionally mixing them up a little.

And when I finished that, I made up whatever was still missing citing 'real Life examples' that were supposed to cover the fact that I had actually NOT answered the question.

There was nothing in that whole thing that was not straight up invented on the spot.

I got myself an A.

Why? Because I made my test look well written, using proper words and because I wrote so much that my teacher was actually discouraged to read it all. And even if she did, she would not notice how I had actually not written anything of interest, exactly because it was long enough that she would lose track of the reasoning.

Ai might make writing faster, but it won't teach you how to make up on the flight bullshit good enough to trick others to think that it is not, actually, bullshit.

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thatonegrimm · 23 hours ago

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Hi grimm! I'm a sucker for opposites so can I get the saja boys x angel reader? Like full innocence, never hurt or be mean to anybody, and of course the wings.

Anon, are you haunting my brain and drafts??? Because I swear I’ve had this exact idea floating around (and like... several versions semi-written). 😭🪽 Opposites with a literal angel reader?? Yes. Absolutely. Here you go!

🌙Saja Boys x Angel!Reader

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu has studied celestial beings. Respected them. Feared them.

But he has never been held in the gaze of one who smiles at him like he’s not a mess of laws and failure.

You radiate calm. Grace. The kind of warmth that makes the soul ache. You offer your hand to injured creatures, whisper blessings under your breath, and greet strangers with small bows like you’re honored to meet them.

And you choose him?

Jinu’s entire sense of logic shatters.

“You deserve someone who shines like you,” he says once, eyes cast down. “Then maybe it’s a good thing you do,” you answer.

His heart physically stutters.

You once patched up a scratch near his pattens. When your fingertips brushed the edge of it, it glowed—not with corruption, but with acceptance.

“You’re not tainted,” you told him gently. “You’re transforming.”

He hasn’t stopped blushing since. (Or looking at you like you’re the last prayer he has left.)

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💪 Abby

The first time Abby saw you, he tried to stand behind you instinctively. Not to hide—just to protect.

Because you looked like something holy. Untouched. Good in a way the world didn’t deserve.

And then you offered him a cookie and complimented his smile and called him gentle—and he short-circuited.

He doesn’t know how to hold something like you without breaking it. He carries furniture and enemies like they weigh nothing, but your hand in his makes him move like you’re made of light.

“You don’t need to protect me all the time,” you say once, brushing soot from his shoulder. “I know,” he says. “I just… want to.”

He builds little wooden birdhouses for your winged friends. He brings you flower seeds and says “they made me think of you.” You give him glowing compliments like they’re casual, and he turns pink for ten minutes straight.

He’s used to being big. Strong. The one who takes up space.

But with you?

He’s careful. Loved. And learning how to be soft without feeling small.

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📚 Mystery

You touched the edge of his sleeve once and whispered, “You don’t scare me.”

He’s been haunted ever since.

Mystery doesn’t understand you. You shimmer like morning fog and move like you’ve never known fear. You talk to plants and write affirmations in chalk on cracked sidewalks. You sing without knowing it.

And you smile at him like his silence is sacred, not scary.

He’s terrified of what your wings will do when they brush his shadow. But you never hesitate. You step into his presence like it’s safe there.

“You think darkness erases goodness,” you say, one night under moonlight. “But you are proof that it doesn’t.”

That’s the first time he rests his head in your lap.

He starts leaving his books open to passages about angels. Not out of fear. But because he wants to understand you. To earn the peace you carry like second nature.

You once glowed when you kissed his temple. He hasn’t mentioned it.

But he’s kept every feather you’ve shed near him. Wrapped carefully in black ribbon. Like a talisman.

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💋 Romance

Romance drops to one knee the second he sees your wings.

You laugh—bright and warm—and help him up like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He flirts constantly. He calls you “my divine disaster,” “heaven’s softest secret,” and “God’s favorite problem.” And yet—when you call him “kind,” he forgets how to speak.

You compliment his voice and he tries to pretend it’s no big deal. But then you add, “It makes my heart feel steady,” and he physically has to sit down.

“I don’t know how to deserve you,” he admits once, voice raw. “You already do,” you whisper.

He starts brushing your wings with care. Braiding small charms into the feathers. Not for protection—he knows you don’t need it. But because he wants to adorn you with joy the way you adorn his life with peace.

When you defend him—calmly, fiercely—to someone who scoffs at his charm, he looks at you like you hung the stars.

“He’s not shallow,” you say. “He’s brave enough to love loudly in a world that fears softness.”

He has never loved anyone harder than he loves you in that moment.

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🔥 Baby

You're everything he doesn’t understand and everything he secretly wants.

You’re soft without weakness. Light without sharp edges. You glow when you’re happy. You hum when you make tea. You once bandaged his knuckles after a fight and whispered, “You don’t always have to fight to be strong.”

And he didn’t know what to do with that.

So he scowled.

And you smiled anyway.

“Why are you like this?” he asked, frustrated. “Because someone has to be,” you said gently. “And maybe I want it to be me.”

He keeps his distance for a while. Watches you from doorways. Pretends not to care when your feathers brush against his arm.

But when someone insults you—calls you naive—he nearly sets the pavement on fire.

You pull him back with a soft hand on his shoulder and a whisper:

“I don’t need saving.”

“…Yeah,” he says, eyes burning. “But you make me want to be worth saving.”

He won’t admit he’s proud of the feather you tied into his necklace.

But he hasn’t taken it off since.

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M-List

#kpdh x reader #saja boys x reader #baby x reader #abby x reader #jinu x reader #mystery x reader #romance x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpdh

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izadi234 · 15 hours ago

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A/N: Hello! I know I KNOW I said I would post the next chapter of Forget me not BUT! My sister got me obssed with Kpop Demon Hunters, and since its release, I've been down bad for every single character from that movie ever since so here is one of my ideas!

Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) x Kpop Demon Hunters (kind of)

This small draft is about Huntr/x and I'm planning to write one about the Saja Boys in this same storyline.

Imagine you being a famous producer. You've been working with tons of famous idols, from groups to solo idols, but the ones that were your favorite and the cherry on the top for your career were Huntr/x.

And no, you didn't meet them just because. You see, the girls need new ideas not only for songs or dances but to advertise and produce their songs at the beginning of their career and despite having the old producers from the 'Sunlight Sisters' their ideas were... old, and they didn't get the ideas that Huntr/x had in their minds.

That's when your father came in. He was a bodyguard, specifically the 'Sunlight Sisters' bodyguard and later on Huntr/x's. He saw how his girls struggled with explaining their ideas to the old producers, so he gave them your number, and after a lot of things about it, they told Bobby to schedule an appointment with you.

At first, you didn't think too much when you saw the email of this guy named Bobby and just decided to give it a shot because of the name of the group, which you found cool.

But your jaw dropped when you recognized the girls or, specifically, the girl.

Rumi. Kpop royalty. She was at your door with two of her friends. And she wanted you to produce their first song. Yeah, you.

You were a bundle of nerves, and to be honest, you made a fool of yourself in front of them. Just a bit. But they found that very cute.

"So... You're (Name), right?" Rumi asked kindly as she smiled at you

Meanwhile, you were staring at her and her friends as if you've never seen someone like them, but her voice pulled you back to earth.

"I uh... Sorry, what was the question?" You chuckled nervously

They couldn't think of you as more than a cute and a bit awkward producer but damn weren't their jaws down to the floor when you started working.

Your face changed immediately. Your eyes were focused, and your lips were in a fine line as they explained to your their song and ideas. They waited for you to interrupt them once you got confused but that never happened.

Once they finished explaining themselves, you started giving them some ideas and suggestions, leaving them completely surprised that you had understood their vision.

"We know there is a lot we are asking for, so it would be valid if you had doubts or didn't understand at all" Zoey said, a bit embarrassed, not by their ideas but the complexity and how she thought none of them could explain themselves

"Oh no. I understood," you assured her."So basically, what you want is..."

Yeah, and you proceed to explain exactly what they all wanted for their song and it's production.

Ever since that day you became their producer and friend... Well, at least that's what you call them, for them you were more than a friend.

But it wasn't only your personality or work that pulled them towards you. You had something special, something that made the moon honmoon around you react differently.

Around you, the honmoon was yellow, a very chirpy and happy yellow, but you never seemed to notice it, or if you knew it, then you never paid mind to it.

For our 3 hunters, it was fascinating and scary. Maybe you were hurting their honmoon without knowing, or maybe you knew about it but didn't know what to do about it. They were sure that you weren't doing it on purpose as they didn't feel tense around you but didn't know what to do.

That's when they went to Celine. She was impressed and excited which left the girls confused but then she explained herself.

"As you may know, yellow is one of the 5 principal colors of Korea. It represents fertility and abundance, but many years ago, it represented high status and wisdom. Ever since the first hunters appeared, there's been a few people who presented this kind of color with the honmoon. Those people had an ability that was believed given by the gods so they could help fight evil. They're gifted with powerful minds full of emotions and creativity, which later one was discovered could help the hunters write and perform their songs better and give the honmoon more strength. Not every generation was lucky enough to meet one of these 'shooting stars' as they called them, but the three of you must be the luckiest of all. Now that you're so close to seal the golden honmoon, this shooting star appears right in front of you. Let them help you, but don't tell them anything. They may get scared and don't understand our duty as hunters"

And that's how your friendship began.

Meanwhile, your father was happy that you had found some friends in those girls (even though he noticed the way the three of them looked at you or how they asked about you) and to be honest he would be more than happy to see you with them in a more romantic relationship but that was your decision to make.

"Hey F/N (Father's Name)! Have you seen (Name)? I wanted her opinion about some lyrics" Zoey said as she walked into a room where your father was resting and talking with Bobby

"Oh. They must be at their apartment" he said

"Really? Oh, well. And do they like jajangmyeon?"

"What does that have to do with checking some lyrics?" He asked her

"..."

"Zoey..."

Before anything else happened, Zoey ran away like a little child that had been caught painting the walls.

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"Hey F/N! Bobby!" he heard Rumi's voice behind both men that were discussing the girls' schedule for the day

"Rumi" F/N greeted her with a small nod while Bobby greeted her with more energy

"I've been wondering... Is (Name) coming to our show tonight?" She asked a bit nervous

"I don't know. I guess so" he looked at herwith his eyes half open in a suspicious way

"Why?"

"I-I I was just wondering, that's all" she said nervous

"Yeah... right..." he didn't believe her

"And... are they free after the show?"

"Rumi!"

Then the girl ran off

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"Hey F/N" Mira greeted him as he was checking the security points of a stadium where the girls were going to preform

"Yes, Mira?" He turned to look at her

"Which is (Name)'s favorite color?"

"I uh... it's f/c" he answered a bit, confused by her question

"Really? Thanks!" She turned around and ran towards backstage again

"Girls, I know her favorite color!" He heard her shout at the other two hunters

"Really? Awesome!" Some other voices could be heard from the backstage

"Wait Mira!" He called out for her

"Why do you wanna know their favorite color?! Mira!"

Yeah... Your father was a bit overprotective over you, but hey! He was your father. He had a valid reason.

But he still trusted those girls as he had seen them grown over the last years.

Everything was perfect for them. The honmoon was about to turn golden. You were by their side supporting them, oblivious about the risks they face every day and the importance of the songs you help to write and produce. F/N and Bobby were also by their sides and the fans adored them.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Well, everything went downhill when a new boy band was forming at the Underworld.

Hello! I hope you like this small writing because I had fun writing it and I have more ideas! Still I would like to see if you had any ideas or something like that or even requests!

Anyway thank you so much and see you in the next one!

XOXO

-Izadi

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petersluvbug · 1 day ago

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Baby, I Loved You First

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⇨ 「pairing— bff!bob reynolds x fem!reader」

⇨ 「summary— bob’s been your best friend since you met him in the vault; you had an instant connection. he’s always been in love with you, but you’re too oblivious to see it, dating guys who don’t love you like bob does. but after months of watching and listening to you go on dates with random guys, bob finally has enough and tells you how he feels. what’s even better?? a storm brews in while he walks you to your date’s house.」

⇨ 「a/n— first fic on this account whoop whoop!! i’ve been obsessed with lewis pullman and thunderbolts* so i had to write for him. i haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty pls bare with me. also this is kinda based on Loved You First by One Direction. i hope you enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— both think it’s unrequited (it’s definitely not), reader is OBLIVIOUS (but so is bob), slight mention of bob’s childhood, past addiction, & alcohol, bob’s HELLA jealous, angst, cursing, yearning!bob, fluffy ending yay!!, and i think that’s it」

⇨ 「word count— 5.5k」

You tried to sneak out of the tower unnoticed, you really did. But Bob caught you before you could even get near the elevator door, stopping you in your tracks. Geez, it was like he has a sixth sense or something.

“Where are you going?” He asked you nicely, not sternly or orderly, just politely asked you to see where you were going. You gave him a look, the look of I-know-exactly-what-you’re-doing and you weren’t going to give in. In his defense, he’s just being a good friend—your best friend—by looking out for you and making sure you’re safe.

“Out,” you responded, crossing your arms over your dress that was way too short in Bob’s opinion. You felt goosebumps crawl up your skin as Bob met your eyes and stared, and eyebrow cocked in suspicion.

He hummed, “Out… Where? Outside? It’s supposed to rain soon, I hope you know. You’ll get cold in that dress.” You rolled your eyes at him, he was being a smartass and both you and he knew it.

You scoffed, “No, doofus, out as in I’m going out. With someone.”

Bob felt a familiar feeling rise up his chest and in his stomach. He hated when you went out with random dudes who don’t even like you for you. They don’t know you like he does—don’t love you like he does.

The brunette went through every excuse to keep you here in his mind, but knew none of them would actually work. He still tried though. “Can’t you reschedule? Like I said, it’s about to rain, storm even, and it could be dangerous for you to go out.” Oh man, he was horrible at making up excuses. He struggled to find the right words to keep you here in the Watchtower with him, but they didn’t work. You really wanted to see this guy, apparently.

With a sigh, you walked over to Bob and rubbed your hand up and down his arm, “Thanks for your concern, Bob, but I’ll be okay. I can handle myself. Especially a little bit of rain.”

“But it’s gonna storm-“

You giggled, “Okay, I can handle a storm, Bob.” He sighed and looked down. There was no persuading you into staying home with him and he was finally starting to accept it. “I’ll be just fine, I promise.”

He nodded, still not meeting your gaze. “Is he picking you up, at least?” There was at least that, and it would ensure your safety which is all he cared about.

You sighed and shook your head, “No. He said it would be easier if I met him at his place so he would have more time to get ready.” Bob could hear the disappointment and embarrassment in your tone, not liking the idea of a selfish douche who won’t even pick up his date just because he needs more time to get ready.

“Are you serious?” The words flew out of Bob’s lips before he even had the chance to think about saying them. His eyes snapped up to yours, which were filled with an emotion he can’t read.

You gave him a nod, wishing you didn’t agree to go on this stupid date in the first place.

“Can I at least walk you there? I’ll leave before he sees me, I just want to make sure you get there safely.” Bob grabbed your hands that began to fumble with the fabric of your dress and held them gently.

Smiling, you nodded your head as blush crept up your cheeks and butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Of course you can.”

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The walk to your date’s house was filled with a comfortable silence between you and Bob. There were people roaming the streets, making the usual bustle of a crowd, but it blended in the background as all you could think of was the brunette next to you.

As the crowd began to get bigger, Bob’s pinky finger found yours as you both waited for the crosswalk light to change, his heart rate picking up. Not only was he touching you, but he also hated big crowds. He always got anxious around big groups of people, always finding solace in the feeling of your pinky wrapped around his, grounding him that it’ll be okay and you were there. There with him. He’d rather stay inside all the time and avoid going out, but you dragged him out of his introvert shell without even knowing it. He would do anything for you, even if that meant being in a large crowd of strangers in the big state of New York.

“You okay?” You looked over to him with a soft look in your eyes, squeezing his pinky a little to reassure him.

He snapped out of his daze and looked down at you, “Y-yeah. I’m okay. This light is taking forever, though.” He puffed his cheeks, only making you let out a giggle. The sound of your laugh brings a smile to his lips, occupying his mind from his anxiousness with his favorite sound momentarily. He loved making you laugh, it made him feel special, and it meant so much to him.

The light finally changed, illuminating a little white silhouette of a person that instructed you to walk. The large flock of people began walking across the street, their moves quick and mindless of the others around them. You tugged Bob’s finger as you stepped onto the street, dragging him along with you to the other side.

Once you made it to the sidewalk, you looked over to Bob whose face was flushed and beat red—you assumed it was from the quick pace you were walking, but it definitely was not from that.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you spoke as the two of you strolled past stores and cafés and clubs that were surprisingly—but not really—still busy and filled with lively people. Bob nodded but stayed quiet, still following you as you turned a corner that led to a residential area.

The feeling of dread overwhelmed Bob; he knew that you were getting close to this guy’s house and hated the idea of leaving you alone with him.

This area was less crowded, you and Bob were actually the only people on this side of the street. There were a couple of others on the opposite side of the road, but where you walked it was just the two of you.

Silence filled the air around you both once again, but a loud clap of thunder broke it. Bob jumped slightly, unlacing his finger from yours to hold your hand. He hated storms, they brought back bad memories from his childhood and he always came to you for comfort during them. You remembered him telling you stories from his childhood after he got comfortable with you and trusted you, this fact being one of them.

You gripped his hand tight and tugged him closer to you, your arms pressed against each other like they were made to fit just like that. Bob let out a shaky breath as you continued walking, feeling his tense shoulders loosen a bit from your touch.

You were here. With him. It was going to be okay.

But soon you wouldn’t be with him. You would be with some random guy in his house, possibly even sitting on his couch while you waited for him to get ready. Alone. With him. Not with Bob.

He knew what he had signed up for when he offered to walk you to your date’s house. It would be pouring down rain by the time he dropped you off and walked back to the Watchtower, and even worse, it would be thundering and lightning. But he didn’t care about that. He was going to face his fears to make sure you were safe.

As you walked hand in hand, Bob couldn’t help but think of all the times he watched you go out with random men you met online or at a bar or whatever. He hated seeing you in the arms of someone else. Of another man. Another man who wasn’t him. He would see you kiss guys who don’t deserve your lips, dance with guys who don’t deserve to touch you, and get into cars of guys who don’t deserve you period.

He was sick of this. Sick of seeing your heart being taken away from him. It tears his world apart, and even worse, his heart in two. He should be the one feeling your lips on his. He should be dancing with you, even though he cannot dance whatsoever. He should be taking you on dates. He should be the one. Even though he doesn’t think he deserves it. Deserves you. Because no man could ever deserve you.

He beats himself up each day for not just telling you how he feels, but he didn’t want to ruin the great friendship the two of you shared. He couldn’t lose you, it would break him even more than watching you go out with guys who don’t actually love you.

Nothing could be worse than losing you.

Even though he loved you first and more than any other guy you dated could.

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“Bob, you should just tell her.” Yelena’s voice spoke in his ear as he watched you dancing with some guy, his arms wrapped around your waist, hands slowly moving down your hips. God, Bob wanted to puke.

Valentina thought it was a great idea to throw a party at the Watchtower, and said it was “good publicity” for the New Avengers. The lights were dimmed and colorful lights were strung up all around the place that lit up the area. Lit up you on the dance floor and the stupid guy whose hands were sliding down a little too far for Bob’s liking.

Bob rolled his eyes with a sigh before looking down at his hands. He and Yelena sat at the bar with a perfect view of where you were dancing. He made sure to sit somewhere he could see you and make sure you were okay without disturbing your fun.

“I can’t. She doesn’t feel the same way about me,” Bob took a sip of his drink—a Shirley Temple with a few too many cherries it, just how he liked it. He didn’t drink alcohol, not since he had gotten sober from his drug addiction. He didn’t want to go down that road again.

Yelena scoffed and took a swig of her drink. “Bullshit, Bob.” She told him multiple times that she saw the way you looked at him, and that you most definitely felt the same way, but Bob never listened. He just couldn’t believe you would feel that way about him. No way. Why would you go out on so many dates with random guys if you did?

He didn’t answer her, only took another sip of his drink and chewed on one of the soft cherries as his gaze landed on you once again.

It should’ve been him dancing with you. He could’ve been where he is standing. With you and holding you so close that your bodies molded together like a completed puzzle.

It should’ve been him.

But it wasn’t.

———

The first time Bob saw you kiss a guy that wasn’t him, he felt his whole world crumble into a million pieces.

Since you were gone on a date, he felt brave and went out of the Watchtower all by himself to go to a nearby bookstore a few blocks down. He definitely didn’t pick it because it was right across the street from the restaurant you were at. Absolutely not. He wanted a certain book and it just so happened that the bookstore right across the street from you had it in stock. Definitely no other reason.

You had told him where you were going, just in case anything happened and you needed him. And he definitely did NOT force the information out of you before you left.

As he was checking out at the register with the book he came for and a few others, he peered behind the cashier and into the window to see if he could spot you. Gently grabbing the bag of books and his change from the cashier, he bid her a kind “Bye, have a nice evening.” and left the store.

His eyes finally found you, smiling and laughing at whatever your date was saying as you both made your way outside the building. He didn’t hold the door for you, and that made Bob scoff. He would’ve held the door for you. He would hold and do anything for you without being asked. But this guy didn’t.

Bob watched as the guy grabbed your wrist as you tried to start walking away. Walking back to the Watchtower. Back to Bob. He pulled you into his chest, and brought his lips to yours in an instant, his hands finding their way to cradle your head. Bob felt his insides explode in fire and fury as he watched you stand still with this guy’s hands on your head and lips on yours.

God, that should’ve been him.

He clutched the bag in his hand tightly as he watched you pull away from the kiss you and your date shared. He felt like a creep watching you like this, but reassured himself that he was just looking out for you. No harm in that.

Except there was. Watching you kiss someone else hurt. It hurt so bad because he knew that it would never be him kissing you. It hurt because you’ll never know Bob’s true feelings for you, and he knew you’d never reciprocate them.

That’s what hurts the most.

———

“Bob? Are you okay? You’re being kinda quiet,” your voice brought him back to reality. Brought him back from his torturous memories of you with other men.

He looked over at you as another clap of thunder erupted from the sky, “Yeah. I was just thinking about something, sorry.” He looked away from your concerned face and down at the concrete beneath his feet.

“Thinking about what?” You asked, but Bob immediately shook his head. He couldn’t tell you what exactly he was thinking about because he was thinking about you. Like he always was.

“Nothing. It’s not important,” he shook off, not wanting to discuss it anymore. You just nodded and went along with it, noticing how something was bothering him but didn’t push because it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it.

After walking for a few more minutes, you finally stopped in front of what Bob assumed was your date’s house. His heart rate picked up once again, not ready to be alone without you with him.

“Well, this is the place,” you gestured to the building before you with your free hand. You turned to Bob with an appreciative smile on your face, “Thank you for walking with me, Bob.”

He felt a bittersweet smile form on his face, a soft nod as he spoke, “Of course, Y/n/n. Anytime.” You looked into his eyes as thunder boomed in your ears once again, making Bob squeeze your hand tightly.

“Are you going to be okay walking home?” You asked, silently communicating the fact that you know he hates storms and are concerned about him walking home alone in one.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, “I’ll be fine.” You give him an unsure look, eyebrow raised. He laughed softly, “I’m serious, Y/n, I’ll be okay. If it makes you feel better, I’ll text you when I get back home.”

You sighed, “Please do.” He gave you a smile in response as you let go of his hand to walk to the door. His smile faltered slightly as the he felt the cool breeze of the nighttime air touch his hand when yours left it, wishing your soft, warm hand never left his.

He heard thunder again as he turned away and started to walk back the way you both came from the Watchtower, a familiar feeling settling deep in his stomach and chest as he walked away from you. He didn’t want to leave you here. He wanted you to come back home with him and spend the rest of the night watching movies and eating junk food until 3am.

As he began to move his feet in the other direction, away from you, his mind raced through all sorts of feelings and thoughts of you and what would happen if he told you how he felt. Maybe if he told you now, you wouldn’t step through that door to that guy’s house and go out on a date with him and possibly kiss him. The thought of that idiot kissing you irked him in so many ways to the point that Bob felt nauseous.

He couldn’t let that happen. Not again. He was so sick of this feeling, of yearning for someone who constantly puts themself through shitty dates in hopes of finding the one. Why were you searching for the one when he was standing right in front of your face this whole time?

The uncertain feelings that you didn’t feel the same way flooded him in that moment of thinking, however. What if he made a big mistake and ruined your friendship forever? What if he made it awkward between the two of you? God, he can’t lose you. He’d rather lose the world and anything else than you.

Before meeting you, he never understood what love felt like, receiving and giving. He never felt love from his parents in his childhood, so he didn’t know what it looked and felt like to be loved and cared about. And because of that, he never knew how to love either. He had a hard time trusting people, and always felt like a burden to everyone. But that changed when he met you.

From the first time your eyes met his, he knew that you were different from the others. From the very beginning, you had always been gentle with him and cared about his wellbeing and made him feel wanted. You had this soft twinkle in your eyes when you looked up at him, a look he hadn’t seen from anyone else. Maybe that’s what Yelena was talking about.

“I see the way she looks at you, Bob. She only has those eyes for you.”

Yelena’s voice played through his head as he thought about the way you looked at him and no one else. Maybe it wasn’t so crazy that you felt the same way about him. But he just couldn’t for the life of him wrap that thought around his head that you could actually feel that way towards him. He wasn’t lovable, didn’t feel like he was anyway. He’d done some bad things in his past, and he believed he didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone. Especially by you.

But he knew one thing.

That guy inside didn’t deserve you either, and Bob needed to do something about it before it was too late and too far gone. You would eventually find the one, and Bob wasn’t going to let that happen.

He had to tell you how he felt, and he had to tell you now. The rejection would sting and shatter his heart in a million pieces but maybe that’s what he needs to get over you and move on. He was terrified. He didn’t want to lose your friendship, but he knew if he didn’t tell you now, he never would.

So he did something he never thought he would do.

“Y/n, wait!” He quickly spun around as the words left his lips without thinking. You stopped your tracks at the top of the steps by the door, your finger hovering over the buzzer to your date’s apartment.

You felt nervousness wash over you, “Yeah?”

Bob sighed and clenched his fists tightly, “Don’t go in there.” God, what was he doing? He regretted opening his mouth, but there was no turning back now. His eyes met yours, which were filled with confusion as your hand dropped down to your side.

“W-what??” You didn’t know what was going on or what Bob was doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved when he stopped you. “Why not?” You finally mustered up something to say to a very nervous Bob.

“Because…” He started, but didn’t know what to say or how to say what he feels. You stood there waiting for his answer as another boom of thunder filled the city and lightning illuminated the sky. “Umm… never mind. It doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything. Have a nice date.” He quickly blurted out before turning around and walking away from you, his fingers fumbling with the end of his sweater.

You felt your heart sink a little before running down the stairs and over to Bob before he got too far. “No, wait!” You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, softly tugging him back to stop him and turn him towards you. You felt a cold drop of rain hit your forehead as he spun around, making sure to not meet your gaze. “Bob…” You brought your hand up to his chin to make him look at you, his eyes filled with a sadness that made your heart melt. “Why don’t you want me to go in there?” You asked again, but oh-so softly this time.

He looked at you with flushed cheeks and worry filling up in his chest. This was it. The moment he didn’t want to come because he would tell you his feelings and you were going to reject him and tell him you didn’t feel the same. This was the moment he knew he was going to lose your friendship. “Because I hate seeing you go on dates with guys who don’t care about you like I do.”

Your heart skipped a beat, rapidly beating up your throat as Bob spoke to you. He couldn’t possibly be implying what you think he was implying, right?

“W-what do you mean?” You had to ask, had to know what exactly he meant by that. Your heart needed to know even though it was most likely going to crush it.

You felt another raindrop hit your face. And another. And another.

He looked down, “I mean, they don’t care about anything but the few facts they know about you. They don’t know you like I know you.” The rain began to pick up, raindrops falling on your still confused eyes.

“I still don’t understand-“

“Of course you don’t understand!” Bob’s voice boomed, startling you from his abrupt loudness. His eyes weren’t soft and sad anymore, now they were replaced with slight annoyance. “All you do is busy yourself by going out on dates with random men who don’t know you or give a shit about you.”

You gape at him, his words kind of stung. The rain picked up and started flowing down a bit faster as you stared at him in shock. “I do not.” What had gotten into him?

He pushed his fingers through his now-wet brown locks, “Yes you do! You always tell me about how you’re trying to find the right guy or someone to make you happy. How are you supposed to find someone like that on a dating app? Those guys don’t care about you, Y/n.” The rain was pouring now, soaking your clothes and your hair that you spent over an hour fixing. You could tell Bob was getting angry, and this was a side you never saw from him. What happened to your sweet Bob?

“And how are you so sure, Robert?” Your cadence was laced with venom now. You tried to be calm, but his anger and hurtful words made you upset and frustrated. You never used his full name, it was always Bob or doofus. He didn’t like hearing Robert come from your lips, it sounded foreign.

He scoffed and rubbed his eyes, the rain water beginning to burn. He felt his tense shoulders start to loosen slightly, even though the stress was still present in his body. This was going nowhere, and arguing was not what he intended on doing at the very moment. He had to tell you what he meant to tell you now before it was too late. “They don’t deserve your time, Y/n. And they especially don’t deserve you.”

You gave him an incredulous look, “What are you saying, Bob?” You were confused, angry, soaked, and quickly losing your patience. You looked at him expectantly, urging him to answer your question before you turned around and buzzed that damn buzzer to get you out of the rain.

He pushed his wet hair out of his face once again before beginning, “I can’t stand watching you go on dates with guys who don’t care about your wellbeing. With guys who don’t know you like I do and don’t know your likes and dislikes. With guys who really only talk about themselves and never ask about what you enjoy. It’s so hard listening to you after each date talking about how selfish these guys are and then watching you go out with a different one the next day!”

He ran his hand down his face, wiping the rain off just for it to pelt down on it once again. “When are you going to see that the right guy is standing right in front of you?!” His breathing was heavy and short as he stared into your eyes, feeling the weight begin to lift off his shoulders. Your eyes widened.

“Bob…” You began, not knowing what the hell words were or how to form a sentence in that moment.

He shook his head, water droplets hitting your face from his wet hair. “God, I’m so in love with you.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. He can’t look at your face right now, it would take every bit of confidence out of him. “Ever since we met and I looked into your eyes, I knew it. Even though I never understood what love felt like before, I realized that it was what I felt about you. I’ve loved you from the start and will till the very end. You’re the only person to make me feel like this and always will be. Even if you don’t feel the same way, my heart will always be yours.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt water fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if they were tears or if it was the pelting rain, but you didn’t care. Bob put his feelings into words so beautifully it was poetic, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you stared at the man in front of you. The right guy. The one.

He spoke the same feelings you had been feeling for a very long time now, feelings you thought he didn’t reciprocate. But he did. All of your constant overthinking and worry washed away at his confession, bringing you a certain joy that you thought you would never feel. The joy of being loved. The joy of being loved by Bob.

“Please say something,” his voice was low and laced with uncertainty. His eyes were open now but glued to the ground, watching the rain drops hit the puddles underneath your feet.

Your hand finds his chin, lifting it up to meet your gaze. There were tears in his eyes, you think, you couldn’t quite tell by the rain but saw the look on his face. He looked so defeated and dejected when he looked at you, expecting his heart to be crushed even more than it already was.

You brought your other hand to his face to cradle it like it was the most fragile thing in the world, a soft smile creeping up at the corners of your soft lips. “I’m so in love with you too, Bob.”

His eyes widened as thunder thrummed through the air once again, but the two of you barely heard it. You were both focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was each other. Your surroundings, the rain, the thunder, and even your date who was probably wondering where you are were silently in the background. Nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

“You… you do?” Bob’s voice was still uncertain as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. He needed to make sure he heard that correctly before he lost control of his senses and kissed the hell out of you.

You nodded, feeling Bob’s hands moving to tuck your wet hair out of your face before cupping it tenderly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” Your forehead met his, both wet and cold from the pouring-down rain.

His eyes met yours, “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can, doofus.”

That was all it took for Bob to place his lips on yours and kiss you with such delicacy it makes you dizzy. It was slow and passionate, your lips moving and molding together in a way they were destined. You could taste the raindrops and salty tears on his lips and were sure he could taste the same on yours. The rain in the background created a wall around you and the only two people within those walls were you and Bob. His lips were so soft against yours, and it just felt so right.

You finally broke away from the kiss after what felt like hours of bliss and passion to catch your breath, just staring deeply into one another with a fondness no one else could give. The sound of the rain was the only one you heard, but there was still a comfortable silence between you two.

After a minute, Bob smiled and leaned in to place a tender kiss on your nose, “I love you so much.” His face was only inches away from yours but yet he still wasn’t close enough.

“I love you so much more,” your lips turned upwards as heat flushed your cold rain-soaked cheeks.

He hummed and shook his head, “Not possible.” Before you could speak up again, he leaned into your ear and his lips ghosted over it. “And you should probably cancel your date.” You could feel him grinning into your ear as you let out a giggle. He pulled away when you grabbed your phone out of your purse, sending a quick text to the guy before deleting and blocking his number.

You weren’t going on any other dates with random guys anymore. The only man who will be taking you out on dates from now on is Bob. And you couldn’t be happier.

———

“Hey, Bob, have you seen my-“ Yelena barged into Bob’s room, not even thinking about the fact that you might be in there before bursting through his door. “-charger.”

Her eyes were wide when she saw the two of you lying down on his bed with you on top of him and a movie playing softly in the background. Your lips were moving together slowly and passionately as Bob’s hands made their way up your back and to your hair, your limbs tangled with each other.

The sound of Yelena’s voice caused you both to snap your heads up and lips away from each other. Both of your lips were kiss-swollen and your eyes were wide, the looks on your faces were filled with embarrassment as you got caught making out with your boyfriend. Does anyone knock these days??

Yelena shivered and gagged, “You know what, I’ll just use Ava’s.” She then turned on her heel and slammed the door shut behind her, wanting to burn the image she just saw out of her brain forever.

With the slam of Bob’s door, you turned your head back to him and let out a flustered giggle. He grinned and laughed softly along with you, bringing his hands back down to settle on your hips.

Bob brushed your hair behind your ear with one hand, the grin on his swollen lips growing even bigger and eyes beaming up at you. God, did he love you.

You sighed, a smile still evident on your face and cheeks flushed bright red as you gazed down at him. “Yelena is never going to let us live that down.”

Bob chuckled, “Nope.” His hands traveled their way back up to their spot in your hair before pulling your face closer to his. “But I don’t care. I just wanna kiss you again.” And then he did, your lips met his again and moved and molded together like a puzzle that was finally finished.

His lips on yours felt so right in every way possible, and you couldn’t ask for anything better in your life. Because your life was complete, he was your missing puzzle piece. He was the right guy all along. He was the one.

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