#and my face smacked into the void

[angeart]

i made an enderman xp farm. can you tell?

[velvrei]

can you please do like enemies to lovers that ends in smut with logan???? the face riding one you posted was SO GOOD. 

a/n at the end

tell me more

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: you and logan HATE each other. you are stuck in the void for a few days, and when you get out, it’s too late to go anywhere so you stay at wade’s place with logan. in the spare bedroom. with one bed.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, rough sex, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, degradation, switch!logan, mentions of blood and death, dance fighting, wade & his sexual comments

a/n: beware this is not proofread i’m too lazy

nsfw below the cut!

you disliked logan from the moment you met him. the two of you met through wade, your best friend and partner.

meanwhile, wade had a new best friend and partner in logan howlett. normally, jealousy would arise in such a circumstance, but it only created mini-competitions between the two of you.

the three of you were in the void. you were sitting in a chair, painting your toe-nails as you watched logan and wade fight to get their anger out.

you giggled as logan stabbed wade repeatedly with his claws, just sitting back and watching the show.

as you added your clear coat, it went almost completely silent and you looked up to see logan laying on wade, both of them with multiple wounds and covered in blood.

“you guys done yet?”

both boys groaned, making you grin as you fanned your newly painted toes and returned the nail polish to your bag.

a few minutes later, both guys were awake and walking towards you. you three needed a somewhere to stay, and you knew exactly where.

"i know where we can stay. this isn't my first time in the void, and there's a house where some hero's hide from cassandra. we can go there." wade listens to your words while logan just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"and why are we listening to you?" logan's sassy remark made you roll your eyes.

"because i've been in the void before you dumb fuck. don't question me."

"what did you just call me?" logan growled, stepping toward you as you remained unbothered in your lawn chair.

"you heard me." your tone was sharp and sassy.

wade rolled his eyes before stepping in front of logan, stopping from getting any closer to you.

"guys. knock it off. we're gonna follow her, because she's been here before. got it, dog boy?" wade's nickname made you snicker, another nickname added to your dictionary.

“yeah dog boy.” you add on, earning a glare from wade.

“shut the fuck up, woman.” logan spat, his tone was bitter, and his eyes searched you up and down.

“you wish i would.” you spat right back, scoffing as you looking at your nails on your hand, acting completely unbothered by logan’s insults.

wade grabbed you out of the chair, and grabbed logan’s arm, practically dragging you both before shoving you forward.

before the three of you could even take another step, you saw a hidden figure standing on higher ground. he wore a hood over his head, and as he spoke, and revealed himself, it was johnny storm.

“there’s no time. they’re already almost here.” he points to the distance, physically pointing out the fact that cassandra’s army were already on their way to get you.

you swore under your breath as johnny jumped down, joining the three of you, it was now four against like, 100, and you knew you had no other way out of this but to face cassandra head on.

they all approached you fast, and quickly surrounded you. a man, with long hair and brown teeth, began to speak.

“ooo, she’s gonna love what i have for her.”

wade scoffed. “who is she, exactly?”

you smacked his shoulder earning a pathetic wince, causing logan to roll his eyes by the two of you.

the man ignored wade’s question, and before they even had a chance to fight, each of you were sucked by a magnet, and knocked unconscious.

when you woke up, you tried to move your body but it was restrained, looking up and seeing that you were tightly tied against logan. great.

you were in a moving ball, practically like a wired hamster house. your body was tightly maneuvered against his, breasts pressing against his chest, sighing in defeat as logan watched you struggle. “there’s no getting out of this.” his dark, husky voice made you look up, hating the fact that you couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes.

“i know where we’re going. i’ve been here before.”

johnny raised an eyebrow at that as he was tied up next to you, against wade. “you have? no one has ever escaped cassandra alive?”

you sighed. “well i have.”

logan rolled his eyes, hating that the attention was on you. “well aren’t you just the greatest. you escaped a bald bitch, boo fucking who.”

logan’s comment caused your knee to come up in between his legs and hit him in the dick, watching his face contort into pain, making you giggle.

after what felt like the longest ride ever, you arrived to cassandra’s lair, watching as she stepped out and observed the small group.

she untied everyone eventually, examining each person. when she walked up to you, she put her hands behind her back, giving you a smile.

“miss princess. lovely seeing you here again. you’ve escaped me once and it will take a lot for that to happen again.” her words made you swallow, a little frightened but not letting it show, so you held your ground against her.

“you don’t have to worry cass, it’ll happen again. i’m sure of it.” her eyes brighten at the nickname, giggling as she walked over to johnny storm.

it didn’t take long for her to release you as alioth slowly lowers from the sky, hungry for his next meal.

you quickly run over to a weird jet pack thing, watching as both boys follow you, johnny staying behind.

the three of you flew away on the magical item, you shouted quickly, “take us west! that’s where the house is!” she shouts to wade who is somehow controlling the thing from the bottom.

when you arrived at the house, you saw the others, as in the former x-men, which were all very familiar with you.

they greeted you, and you introduced them to the boys.

“this my friend wade! and this… is logan.” you say your excitement wandering off as you say logan’s name, wanting to purposely annoy him.

logan rolled his eyes and introduced himself to everybody sense you didn’t do it for him. the others noticed the frustrating tension between you and logan, most saw it as hatred, but gambit saw right through the both of you.

as everyone started to mingle, gambit approached you and introduced himself, his speed of speaking somehow easy for your brain to comprehend.

“you know, you and that logan guy would be one hot couple.” you almost choked on your spit, turning to him with your eyes wide.

“me… and logan…? like as in dog boy logan? like as in i fight people with claws like a furry, logan?” your comment made gambit chuckle, he nodded his head.

“yes, furry logan. it always startz as enemies, i tink you and him would really get along if you actully chose to.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one, mr gambit. i hate that man with a passion.”

he just shrugged his shoulders, looking around the room before looking over at you. “whatever you say, miss y/n. i may just see somefin you don’t.”

about an hour later, the group was all gathered around the table, trying to figure out a plan to capture and kill cassandra.

“okay. cassandra has her big army of dick-riders, so we have to find someway to distract/kill them without the others getting suspicious.” wade says, obviously opening the conversation for ideas.

“maybe we just go head first and attack them all?” electra suggests, which is a good idea, but someone would end up getting killed.

wade looks like he has a light bulb moment, and he turns to you. “remember that one time when we fought off those guys behind the bar in new york, and you did your little dance fighting thing, slowly killing them without the others knowing because you seduced them first,” wade said, sparking memory in your head. everyone else looked confused, while logan looked completely against the idea already.

“yes, how could i forget? that night started my tradition of dance fighting.”

wade smirks, “what if we use that in this? you seduce and fight the guards while we sneak in. i went by earlier and saw the army only comes out when it’s a group, so if it’s just you, seducing the guards, they won’t question a thing.”

wade’s idea makes your face lighten up, loving the idea of being the center of attention. “and how do we know this will work?” logan’s voice is obviously unamused.

“it’s never failed.” you spoke, shooting him a smirk before turning back to wade.

“yeah. let’s do it. i’ll walk up, distract the guard while you guys go through the back and sneak in, just give me a signal when you finally kill that bald bitch, because sway my hips for so long.”

your comment causes the other to laugh, except for logan, as usual. he just huffs, already not liking the idea.

you’re outside the house, everyone getting into the car, no seats for you and logan. “can you guys just sit in the trunk?”

you shoot him a look, knowing it won’t end well.

“out of all two people to out in the trunk, you should be smart enough to know him and i are the worst ones possible.”

logan scowled in agreement, if scowling in agreement was even possible.

wade just shrugged, telling you guys to suck it up and just get in the back, because we were only driving a few minutes.

you rolled your eyes, opening the back and getting in.

logan watched you with narrowed eyes, rolling his eyes before plopping in the trunk. he closed it behind him, and once it was closed, he scooted as far away as possible from you.

you scoffed and roll your eyes, “i don’t bite, ya know.” your words made him chuckle.

“you seem like you would with all those snarky comments you make.” his words make your mouth fall open, slightly offended.

“are you calling me a fucking ankle-biter?”

“yes.”

logan’s quick yes added to your loss for words, unable to form a sentence as you just sat there with your mouth open.

logan chuckled, but realized he was chuckling and stopped himself, quickly looking out the back window, trying to hide the fact he almost got comfortable around you.

when you guys finally arrived, wade got out and hit the button on the trunk.

logan got out abnormally fast, making wade laugh. you got out, grabbing your suit.

when you got you, wade closed the back and got back in the car, driving away and leaving you there.

you ran to the nearest room, changed into your suit, then stared walking toward cassandra's lair.

wade was parking on the side, his car hidden as he watched you slowly walk up to the group, boombox in hand.

wade pressed play on his phone, the song 'murder on the dancefloor' starting to blast on the boombox, drawing attention to you as you slowly walked up to the guards.

you set the boombox down onto the ground, walking up to the first guard, smiling at him as you placed both your hands on his shoulders, swaying your hips.

you slowly swayed down his body, hands roaming all over him. he was clearly into it, and that's what made it even better for you.

you slowly brought him to the side, pretending to kiss him, knocking him unconscious.

you slowly knocked down each guard with your moves and hands, seducing them then knocking them out.

you left them all in a pile, on top of each other, on the side of cassandra's lair.

when you were done, you walked over to the car, knocking on the window, as wade rolls it down.

"haven't seen you in your suit doing your thing for a few years! that was perfect!" wade exclaimed, getting out of the car.

you smiled, noticing how quite logan was from the trunk.

"you have about 30 minutes to get your asses in there before all the guards wake up." is all you say, earning a nod from wade and the rest of the group.

"yes ma'am." wade says, only half joking.

you nod as everyone gets out of the car, you push the button in the back so logan is able to do that.

logan huffs as he finally gets out. "i didn't need your help."

you could tell something was up. something different.

you roll your eyes, “oh, my bad mr. tough guy.” logan let out a scowl, and you watch his body shivered. you were unsure whether it was from anger or something else.

“you just love to push my buttons, don’t you.” his raspy, low voice caused you to turn your head, noticing the fact that he was actually pissed off by you. it made you want to annoy him more. you’d been grating on his nerves for this whole mission, and it barely even started.

“yes. that’s my job, dog boy, keep you on your toes.”

as much as you may despise logan, you have to grant it to him, he knows what he's doing, and he's admirable with it. this time, his voice is tired, not annoyed.

which makes you hold back a giggle. you’re tiring him. that’s something you find cute. “whatever woman, just shut up.”

and you do. you figure you can always annoy him more later, but right now there’s grater matters to deal with.

you hop back into the car, going into the front and making yourself comfortable as the others go to fight. your part was done and now you were more than happy to take the time you could to relax.

later that day, the mission was over with, and it didn't go as planned.

"i did all that ass shaking for nothing?" your words cause the group to have a collective laugh, except for logan, per usual.

"you'll live." his comment sends a shot through your heart, which you show, pretending to faint and holding your heart with your right hand.

"no.. i won't," you say, in stuttered breaths. wade just rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were, but the others seemed to love your jokes.

"will you quit that, you dramatic dingo?" wade's words snd nickname cause you to stop, bursting out into laughter with the rest of the team. except again for the usual exception, logan.

after everyone calms down it's settled that you, wade and logan were going to go through the portal, while the others stayed behind and you got them out later.

you arrived once again at cassandra's lair. yesterday you had captured her and she offered to let you guys to the real world, however, with a price. that woman never gave out things for free. there was some kind of catch and you knew that, but chose to ignore it for the time being, more ready to go back home to your regular universe.

it was just before dark, and as you walked into the lair, cassandra was sat in her chair, she turned to face you as you walked up the ramp. "hello boys, and y/n. welcome back. are you finally set for our trade?"

the three of you nodded, wade stepped forward. "yes we're ready miss death giver. please send us home." his words were so unserious, yet spoken in a serious tone and it almost made it seem serious. even logan almost chuckled.

cassandra opened the portal, watching carefully as the three of you walked through. you made it through, feeling as if you were falling to your death.

as you were falling from the sky, you turned to see logan, next to you, also falling, questionably close to you. he still managed to have his signature grumpiness as he was practically falling to his death, and he rolled his eyes and held a hand out to you, which caused your eyebrow to raise.

was he being... thoughtful toward you? that's a fucking first.

you accepted his hand, the two of you falling together onto a tree, groaning as the pain was still present. you heard some kind of click in the sky and slowly watched wade fall, landing on a poison ivy garden. you chuckled, then turned to logan, seeing his eyes still shut, his breath huffing and puffing. you then looked down, noticing that your hands were still holding each other.

you started to panic and let go, watching his eyes open slowly and his breathing start to slow down. "what, didn't want to hold my hand?" his snarky comment caused you to roll your eyes.

"no. you'll live." you say, using his comment from earlier.

he bares his teeth as a way of holding back another mean comment, watching as you slowly got up, starting to make your way over to wade, leaving his limp body there, by himself.

finally, the three of you make it back to wade's home. it was practically midnight and all the three of you were extremely drained after the day you had.

"you guys can stay here for the night with me, i have a spare bedroom and a couch." wade's words made you perk up, but logan beat you to it before you could say anything.

"you can take the couch. you're small enough to fit on it." you clench your jaw at logan's comment, sighing as wade shakes his head.

“not in my house, logan. as much as i love you mr. mutt, miss twerkalator over here gets the bed. unless you two want to share it."

logan looks at you, eyeing you up and down before shaking his head. "i'll take the couch."

you two walk into the room, and logan's eyes widen at the king sized bed.

he turns to you, his face obviously fighting back a decision. "we can share it. if that's okay with you. i propose a pillow wall."

you shook your head and giggled. "fine logan. only if there's a pillow wall. i want the right side though."

with a roll of his eyes, he sets his stuff down on the left side, you go out to say goodnight to wade, who must've changed into sweatpants and a hoodie cause he's no longer in his suit.

when you walk out, he's is wiggling his eyebrows at you. "you two have fun sharing that bed, okay? if you decide to fuck, let me know so i can come watch."

his words make you physically cringe, watching as his face is purely serious. this man was not joking. you roll your eyes, "there will be no fucking on your spare bed, wade. especially not with him." your cold words make wade shake his head.

"whatever you say, princess. if i hear moaning i'll assume it's the neighbors."

his final comment makes you flip him off as you walk back into the room, he blows you a kiss before you shut the door behind you.

logan is in the bathroom, then he walks out. "there's a shower in here. just letting you know. i'm gonna take one first, you can go after me if you need to." his tone seems calmer, but you assumed it was only because of his tiredness.

you nodded, just accepting the fact he was showering first and sitting yourself on the floor, grabbing your phone.

you didn't want to get the bed dirty, especially with your suit. so you just picked out your clothes, and waited for logan to be finished with his shower.

another quite twenty minutes and the bathroom door swung open.

he walks out, a plain white towel hanging low around his hips, his chest hair carrying small water droplets, a few dropping to the floor as he walked. his body is sculpted and wonderfully chiseled. his chest was defined, along with his abs, his veins evident, and his abs defined. there was a little trail of hair along his v-line, leading to below the towel. his beard had a few drops of water still left in it, assuming it was damp.

you swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that his body was perfect, setting your clothes onto the bed and rushing yourself into the shower.

you tried to push back the possible thoughts of him looking delicious, and decided to just brush them off in your shower. but as you stepped in, it got worse.

the warm water hit your cold skin, almost like a reverse burn, but a good burn. it felt nice on your timid skin, you used this as a way to try and ignore the feeling you just had when you saw logan shirtless.

as much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny it. he was fucking hot. and his body was even hotter.

you physically shook off the thoughts as you noticed a face wash in the shower. wade and his skincare. you grabbed it and used it, aggressively washing your face from all the dirty thoughts you just had and then washing your body, your hair, adding conditioner, then stepping out of the shower.

you dry of your body, deciding to do the same thing he did. you walked out, your breasts pushed up on the towel as you held it, grabbing your clothes off the bed, then walking back into the bathroom to change.

as you shut the door, you caught a glimpse of logan staring at your body and when he quickly looked away, you knew you had got him.

you got yourself changed, throwing your hair into one of wade’s bright pink towels and going to sit on the bed. you were sat awkwardly on one side, while logan was sat awkwardly on the other.

you grabbed your phone, trying to drown out the awkward silence through your instagram feed, but it wasn’t cutting it.

logan wasn’t even trying to deny the awkward silence, he just stood there, letting his thoughts overload his brain.

he huffed, before grabbing the towel by his bed, placing it onto his pillow and setting his head down. “i’m gonna go to sleep. don’t wake me up.”

his harsh words make you want to laugh, remembering the scared look he had on his face when you caught him staring form just minutes ago, but you decided to let him rest and leave him be for the night.

he quickly fell asleep, beginning to snore, which made you laugh, but you quickly got tired yourself and set the phone down, plugging it in and falling asleep yourself.

you slept for a few hours, before you woke up, your mouth incredibly dry and in need of some water.

you slowly got up, trying not to knock over the pillow wall as you did so, you slowly opened and shut the door behind you, trying to refrain from any noise. you walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from wade’s cupboard and filling it up with his fancy filtered water from the fridge. you took a sip, the cold liquid instantly wetting your throat, easing your cotton mouth.

you started to look at the magnets on wade’s fridge, smiling as you saw multiple pictures, even one of you and him. it was a selfie he stopped to take in the middle of a mission. he was a fucking goofball.

you turned and jumped, seeing logan behind you. he was grabbing a glass for himself. “did i scare you?” he just chuckled at you and got some of the tap water, chugging it. he obviously knew the answer to that and was just asking to piss you off even more.

you rolled your eyes, ignoring his question and getting more to the water from the filter. he rolled his eyes. “filtered water? seriously? now i see why you and wade get along so well. you both are incredibly boujee.” his use of the word boujee practically makes you spit out your water into the sink.

“i never expected that word to be in your dictionary.” you said, honestly, watching as he chuckled, filling up his water and sipping it this time.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” his voice was low and raspy, lower than usual. it was his sleepy voice, you were trying not to let it get it you. didn’t matter what he said. it was the voice that was the problem.

“yeah? like that you snore in your sleep? just found that out a few hours ago.”

logan scoffed, clenching then unclenching his jaw, holding back a roll of his eyes. “yes, i snore. i didn’t even know until my ex-wife told me.”

the mention of his ex-wife made the room go silent, with the exception of the faucet dropping a few times.

his comment just reminded you of how much older he was than you. you decided to not let it be awkward by keeping the conversation going.

“ex-wife huh? how many of those have you had?” your snark comment making his eyes actually roll this time.

he could hear the teasing nature in your voice and didn’t take it the wrong way, but was still acting annoyed, because he always tried to be with you.

“i’m not answering that question.” his response made you giggle. you just smiled to him, deciding to tease him a bit.

“you gonna make me guess?”

with a roll of his eyes he set his glass into the sink, and you didn’t realize his body was slowly getting closer to yours.

“don’t guess. cause i won’t tell you.”

you hid back a smile, looking up at him. “you know, i caught you staring earlier.” your blunt comment made all his attention go on you, eyes searching you up and down for any sign of discomfort at the thought of him staring at your body.

“i was not staring.” his voice was still low and husky, making your stomach get butterflies. you watched to stop them but you couldn’t help it. logan was towering over you and all you could do was look up at him.

he body moved closer to you as you said your next comment. “you definitely were. i saw it with my own two eyes.”

your comment must’ve struck a nerve in him, because his body was now fully pressed up against you, one hand on your hip while the other rested on the fridge above your head. you were unsure of what to do, he practically had you pinned to the fridge.

“i said, i wasn’t staring, doll. what part of that don’t you get?” he spoke slower this time, eyes daggering into yours, making your heart flutter.

“okay. you weren’t staring.” your words make him smile a bit.

“that’s right.” his voice was taunting almost, and it made you shiver. he stared down at you, and as he separated himself from you, you noticed, a bulge in his pants. you giggled to yourself as he walked back into the room. leaving you there, with your many ideas in your head of how the rest of the night could go.

you take a deep breath, composing yourself before walking back into the room. you laid down on your side of the pillow wall, staring at the ceiling. little did you know he was doing the same.

you took a deep breath before you said your next sentence. “you know, it’s okay to get a boner. it’s normal.”

your comforting yet embarrassing words caused his cheeks to flush. your words made him realize you noticed his bulge, and he huffed before throwing each of the four pillows in the pillow wall onto the floor.

“what did you just say?”

you tried to hide back your amused giggle. “you heard me and you know it.”

your eyes glared into his, watching his face as his jaw clenched. he knew he’d been caught.

“i said, it’s okay to have a boner. i know you’re hard because of our interaction. and because of seeing me in nothing but a towel. you don’t have to hide your attraction for me, logan. i’m not stupid. i know it’s there.”

your words cause a battle within him internally. there’s no denying that your words sent a shiver down his body. frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if a wet patch appeared in his pants.

he tries to think of something snarky to respond with, wanting to ignore the aroused feeling he had, not wanting you to have the slightest hint about how he was feeling.

you decided to speak again before he could, "in fact, i'm sure it's getting worse the more i speak-" you don't have time to finish your surly sentence before he's right there, his hot breath fanning your face from above, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.

"you know what? yeah. you're the reason why i'm hard. doing your fucking dance fighting. i had to hide how hard i was. watching you kill those guys so effortlessly, and looking sexy while you did it. and, god you walking around here in nothing but a towel, last night where you worse the littlest shorts that barely even cover your ass. that's what made me hard. god, and i've been trying to hide it for so long but it just seems like i'm affecting you too."

he growls, his face falling to your neck, the intersection of your shoulder, his lips just brushing the flesh before inhaling deeply; almost animalistic.

you smile, looking up at him, getting another idea. you bat your eyelashes and take his hand, knocking him to his side as he's forced to lay next to you. “lo, you do affect me, so bad," you take his hand and lead it down to your core, pressing his hand to your clothed pussy. "right here. you feel that? feel how wet i am? it's all cause of you."

you watch as his mouth falls open and his pants tighten, seeing his dick twitch in his sweatpants. he's at a loss for words. he was expecting you to submit to him, but the way you didn't sent shivers down his spine.

"yeah? i did that?" his mouth now forms to a smirk, looking over at you, down to your lips and up to your eyes.

"yes you did. and i've been aching, waiting for you to come help me out." you watch as his head falls back, a puff of air falling from his mouth.

"fuck, stop talking." his command only eggs you on. you being the little menace you are, continue with your teasing.

"need you so bad logan. so bad right here. she's been aching. calling for you. god, she's so tight and needs something to stretch her out, think you can do that? i bet you’re so big, could stretch her out real good.”

you watch as his body shakes, and you notice a wet patch on his sweatpants, realizing the fact that he just came, just from the words you were saying and the slight touch of your clothed pussy.

"you must've been waiting for this huh? already came in your pants. naughty boy."

logan doesn't let you get another word, because his lips press to yours. after so much waiting, the tension was finally being released through a kiss.

the two of you continue your messy kiss, and it doesn't take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your hot flesh, and leaving goose bumps in his wake.

“fucking hell, woman,” he whines, getting on top of you again, kissing your lips. "you're gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. you already look like you’re mine."

his words made you moan, tugging at your shirt, signaling for you to take it off, which you do, you throw it over your head and across the room. leaving you in nothing but your soaked panties.

“god, so fucking pretty. you know how hard it was for me not to do this to you earlier on? you know how long i’ve been fucking waiting?” his harsh words make your body tremble. he slowly kissed your breasts.

his tongue swirled across your left nipple, sucking on it, eyes up on you, watching your face, watching it contort into pleasure because of him.

he kisses and gives love to the other breast, sucking on it as his hands slowly roam your body, overstimulating you with his touch.

he slowly descends while pulling at the waist of your panties. it appears like that's when he realizes it, pulling away from you, breathing heavily, his beard tingling your hip bones.

his desperate eyes look up at you, searching your face for any regret to which he found none.

he takes off your panties, shoving them in his pocket. "i'm gonna keep these."

his words make you moan again. you look down and he has a devilish grin on his face, both his arms wrapping around your legs, nibbling on your thighs before starting to devour as if he's starving and you're his last meal.

his tongue immediately fucks into your hole, eyes never leaving your face as he works his magic. his nose rubs against your clit, moaning the more he gets into it.

he was being so messy, and it was making you wetter, which then continued to make the situation even messier.

his facial hair caresses your swelling pearl as he eats you whole, without any hesitation—to him, you are a complete feast.

the most exquisite sight you have ever seen is his tongue in your pussy as he gives you sloppy kisses.

you can only watch, gripping his hair and running your fingers through his dark locks, yanking for some semblance of stability, something to keep you bound to this world because the pleasure you feel is unfathomable.

"fuck, logan that feels amazing?" your words only edge him on, watching as his silly smirk turns to a devilish grin.

"does it baby? tell me more." his voice is still low and husky, and he grips your thighs tighter, noticing your body shaking.

but you're so close, perched precariously on the brink of something amazing, something profound, something cosmic. you are crying as he gets closer and closer to you, enjoying every taste of his tongue in your cave and every nuzzle of his nose to your extremely sensitive spot.

"i'm so close." is all you are able to say, feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact the man you once despised was now between your legs, making you yell for him.

"yeah? come on doll, i'll take you there." his words mixed with his stimulations on your clit and fucking of your hole finally bring you to the edge.

your body trembles and shakes as he makes you cum for the first time of the night, you drench his face in your juices, loving how intimate he was with his way pleasuring you.

"good fucking girl." his words combined with his look turns you back on instantly, sending shivers down to your core as you finally come down from your high.

he comes up, you place both hands on either sides of his face, his soaked beard tickling your fingers. "you're gonna ruin me, aren't you?"

his smile only grows, as he begins to lower his sweatpants, "i'm gonna make it so no other man is able to top what i do to you tonight."

his words make you moan, he presses a kiss to your forehead before letting his dick free, you watched as the precum dripped onto your stomach, trying to ignore how hot it was. god, even his dick was hairy. but today was the day you finally decided to admit that you loved every fucking hair on his body.

he slowly aligned with your aching pussy, which is practically waiting just to suck him in. he slowly pushes in, earning a moan to fall from his soaked lips.

you hiss, but as he stretches you, the minor pain only makes you want to absorb him completely more. your ass reaches his thighs, causing you to realize that he's now balls deep in you.

he mutters, "fucking hell," letting out the most agonizing sigh yet.

his movements begin slowly as you becomes accustomed to his immense girth filling you up to the brim.

even the smallest movement causes your walls to become tense around the ridges of his dick, grinding against you so strongly. with each rock, his breathing gets deeper, his eager pants and short pleas filling the air as he picks up tempo.

he moves faster, eyes gazing into yours, he pulls his hand up and places it on your stomach, pressing down knowing it would increase the pleasure for you.

“tell me baby, talk to me. how does it feel?” he already knew the answer to that, but he absolutely loved the thought of you beneath him, trembling under of his manipulation.

“so fucking good.” your harsh words make his dick twitch.

“yeah? tell me more, hon.” your head falls back, hair sprawling onto the pillows as your body shook, feeling overstimulated by his words and thrusts, that were picking up speed, and the fact that you had already came once, and fast. you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

he looks down at you, letting his hand trail from your stomach to your mouth. “open.”

you watch carefully, eyes never leaving his as his fingers slowly slide into your mouth, moaning as he remains eye contact and watches you suck on them. seeing that makes him imagine how good your tight little mouth would feel around his dick.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” he says, finally admitting it.

all you can do it smile, realizing this is the first time he’s ever genuinely complimented you, and you decided to take it in, and tease him with it. per usual.

“think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me. you finally letting yourself see how fucking hot i am?”

your words apparently get to him because he winces. not a sad wince, a pathetic ‘i need to cum’ type wince.

“stop that.” his voice is harsh, a bit whiny, as he continues to thrust into you, both hand now on your hips as he hovers above you, his tip hitting your cervix, stretching you out just for him.

"stop what, logan? you don't like hearing about how we could've fucked so much earlier, if you just quit the fucking act and admitted how horny i made you?" your dirty talk was working on him and you were loving it.

the man was whimpering, his hips starting to stutter, as he pounded into you, wanting to make you cum before he did.

"if you keep talking like that i'm gonna cum, y/n." you smiled up at him, knowing you were close as well.

your tired eyes batted up at him, a small smile forming on your face.

"then cum. do it. fucking cum, i'll cum with you, yeah? filling me up so good, you feel her clenching? that's all from you baby, you got me this hot and bothered, now make me fucking cum." your words flipped a switch in him.

he started pounding into you, balls slapping repeatedly against your ass as he moved, keeping his same pace but now fucking you harder.

he moaned into your ear, "yeah? i'll make you fucking cum. gonna make you cum so hard the only thing you'll remember is my fucking name," his harsh words and the fact he could go from submissive to dominant so fast made you go over the edge for the final time that night.

you finally came, the continuous pressure in your bundle of nerves, the hot white wave of pleasure sends you hurtling through the sky and to heaven in an instant, leaving you in a state of unrestrained bliss that you cannot predict.

your body is electrified from head to toe. somewhere in the mix of your earth-shattering orgasm logan came as well, the sight of you in such state making him reach his peak, filling your walls with his hot sticky cum.

you both sat there for a second, catching your breath, and suddenly you looked down to see logan’s hot cum gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets, the sight becoming to hot to handle, as you both moaned in unison.

he got up and went to the bathroom, getting a rag from the cupboard and drowning it in hot sink water, ringing it out before walking over to you and cleaning you up.

his tongue licked up some of the mixed cum, and you watched with big eyes, feeling even more aroused at the sight.

he used the rag to get the rest and wipe off his beard from your juices.

he threw the rag into the hamper, climbing into bed next to you again, this time a lot closer and with no pillow wall.

instead, you rested in his arms, smiling up at him, as the two of you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, you and logan lay for a bit before you throw on one of his shirts and some of your shorts and walk out to the kitchen, seeing wade sitting at this dining table with his fake glasses on, drinking a cup of coffee in his ‘love yourself’ mug.

he eyes the both of you as you walk out, taking note of the outfit changes.

he smiled. “morning sunshine’s. how’d the night go? did you guys hear my neighbors downstairs at all? sounded like they were getting it on, the guy was moaning and groaning, must’ve been havin’ a grand ole’ time,” wade says, doing the thrust motion with his arms up causing logan’s face to turn a bit pink, making you laugh loudly.

he came up to you, hands around your waist and lips near your ear.

“try to walk in a straight line, sweetheart, then we’ll see who’s laughing.”

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you're wrapped up in his arms, the lights dimmed low. the soft, warm luminescence from the lamp makes you glow like an angel, he thinks.

you are an angel. you have to be, because how could you be real?

you are ethereal, a beam of joy and happiness for him in a world that is otherwise nothing but a void of endless nothingness and despair. you can do absolutely no wrong in his eyes; he'll defend and protect you until the day that he dies.

he's got you in his lap, wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you close. you dangle your arms over his shoulders, lazily wrapping them around his neck.

your foreheads are pressed softly together, the act so intimate and full of love it makes you feel like you’re one.

he's just barely moving you back and forth, keeping you oh so close to him while you moan lowly at the pressure of him buried inside you.

he breathes in your scent, just feeling the way you make his whole body soar with love and the surge of happiness that runs through him like a never-ending jolt of electricity.

~~~

when you met him, you were told to expect the worst. you were briefed that he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't leave his apartment except for work, etc. you were mentally prepared for the antisocial homebody you had been forewarned about, but you weren't nervous. you would just be yourself and hope for the best.

but when you met him, he wasn't staring at you like everyone said he would. yes, he was staring at you, but not with the rage of a thousand suns like you anticipated. his eyes were wide open in... curiosity?

he was shy, but he shook your hand no problem.

internally, he was a wreck. he was melting just from seeing your smile, something that had never happened to him before. he was stunned into silence. sure, he never really made the effort to speak to anyone else anyways, but you?

how was he supposed to talk to a pretty girl like you?

he would only embarrass himself, or look like a pathetic loser, or maybe you had made your decision about him before you met him. maybe you already hated him, and he didn't even stand a chance.

he knew how his demeanor came off; he didn't care what people thought of him. ideally, they wouldn't perceive him at all. the dream life would be to work, stay in the shadows, and never have to speak to another soul again.

but you... god, you were just something else. he wanted to say more to you than he had, he wanted to prove to you that he was more than the angry, people-loathing person everyone else probably told you he was.

after your first meeting, he felt a fool. he blubbered and stuttered like an idiot, and Sam smacked his shoulder and chuckled as you walked away. he scowled at him and stalked off, as usual.

he was just a hateful person. no reason for you to think he could be more than that.

~~~

"you're so pretty, sweetheart," he whispers to you, taking in the sight in front of him. your eyes are shut so softly, relishing in the way he's making such gentle love to you. it's almost sickening how sweet the scene is.

he brings a flesh hand to your cheek, cradling your face in his palm. brings new meaning to "his whole world in the palm of his hand."

"oh, baby," you mumble to him, moving your hips against him a little, neediness taking over your mind. "Bucky, baby, my baby..."

"come on," he whispers. with your eyes closed, you don't see the way his face pinks up. "I'm not a baby. you are my baby," he says, adjusting his grip on you, keeping his hands pressed against your soft skin. his fingertips dip into your flesh ever so softly, making sure not to hurt you. he'd go to the ends of the earth to protect you, rip out anyone's spine for you...

"but you are my baby," you whisper back to him, eyes still shut. your voice is a soft whine as you slowly move back and forth. "you’re my baby, Bucky. my baby, my Bucky, all mine..."

your words send him into a spiral. him? your baby? he's fucked.

"would... would you say it again?" he says, so low in the back of his throat, the words are barely audible.

"you're my baby," you repeat, and he somehow pulls you even closer, as if you're not already as close together as humanly possible.

"and you’re mine, sweetheart,” he tells you as he begins to move you both, still keeping you pressed tightly against him as he lays you on your back and begins to move his hips between yours so slowly and perfectly. “god, I love you,” he breathes.

you let out a soft little cry. "shh, pretty baby, I'm here," he says to you, his tone just a little higher, the way it shifts only around you. "you know I'm here. I'll always be here. just let me take care of you, my baby.”

~~~

every time you spoke to him him after your initial meeting, he felt like his entire reality was warped. time seemed to speed up, moving way too fast whenever he got the chance to speak to you. it was never enough time.

he found himself smiling, even blushing around you. everyone else was shocked, wondering if the man was on drugs or something with the way he seemed to perk up around you.

but no, no drugs.

you lit up something in his soul that he didn't know was possible.

no matter how scared he was, how convinced he was that you were going to say no, he knew he cared too much about you to not make the effort. he was so deeply in love with you to not ask you.

and if you said no, he would deal with it the same way he dealt with everything else: by pretending he didn't care and falling deeper into his hatred for the world.

lucky for the both of you, when he asked you out, you said "yes!" with a vibrant smile and a small spring in your step. he thought he would never be happier than he was in that moment.

oh, but he was wrong. that moment when he got down on one knee, and saw the way your face lit up in pure delight and excitement as you exclaimed, "yes, yes, yes!" over and over again?

that was the happiest moment of his life.

~~~

he reaches down to where your hands are now interlaced, running his fingers over the metal band on your ring finger. he proceeds to bring your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, to the permanent mark he's now left on your skin, forever.

a beautiful diamond for the most beautiful girl in the world.

having you, here, under him. it's the biggest privilege of his life to call you his, and he's going to spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he deserves to have you.

"you feelin' good, baby?" he whispers to you, cupping your face in his hand once more. "tell me what you need. anything at all, it's yours."

you shake your head. "it's perfect, baby..." you whine, lifting your hips to meet his.

"you ready for me to make you come, baby?" he asks, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"yes, please, James," you ask him, and he brings his lips to your neck.

"no need for pleas, baby, I'm gonna give you everything you want for the rest of our lives."

he moves your legs to wrap around his waist and kisses your neck up to your jaw, doubling down on his efforts as he fucks you so sweetly.

"that's my girl. my baby, my fiance," he whispers as though he's speaking to himself. "you're doing so well, babydoll. come for me."

your legs tighten around his waist, trapping his hips against yours as you bear down and reach your release with a cry of his name.

"so beautiful, that's it, baby," he whispers, holding you through it.

"I love you, James," you whisper as you find your breath again.

"oh, baby, you'll never know how much I love you. how much you've changed my life for the better. how afraid I am of the feelings I have for you... and how I'd rather die than run away from the feeling, no matter how much it scares me."

your eyes well up with tears of joy, and he wipes them away with a soft brush of his thumb.

"I'm yours, forever, babydoll," he whispers, and leans in to kiss you like the world depends on it.

because it does. you are his world.

~~~

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looking for youtube videos of the houses i did at hhn and none of the chucky ones show the big mascot chucky with the knife at his face right at the start did i hallucinate him

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You’ve never been raw-dogged and filled before, Simon wants to change that

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of drinking and eating food from the ground, power imbalance, unprotected sex, creampie (obvi), clothed man/unclothed woman, a little ass smacking, cockwarming, bit of an ownership kink and possessive!Ghost, lots of swearing WC: 2k Minors DNI

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Stakeouts were boring on the best of days, but add in the fact that your partner for the foreseeable future was a brick wall who absolutely refused to make any sort of conversation, you were dying. If you had been stationed with Gaz or Soap, hell even Price, you could have had some entertainment as you sat on the metal folding chair and watched an empty apartment.

But Ghost was nothing if not exceedingly capable of subverting your expectations.

“You ever try buzzballz?” You shifted on your seat, trying to get your numb ass to wake up.

Simon didn’t even look at you.

“Thought not. You’re more of a bourbon guy or beer, but that’s kinda lame.” He grunted under his breath, you took that as affirmation. “Anyways, after that last mission, Soap somehow got his grubby hands on a few of the big ones which are the equivalent of like 12 shots and I’m telling you, they were fucking florescent blue. My tongue was stained the next day.”

He reached for the pack of chewing tobacco in his vest pocket, an unfortunate solution to not being able to go for a smoke any time he needed to. You unconsciously watched his gloved fingers poke through the pocket before catching yourself and turning back to the grimy window you had been previously staring out of.

“But I don’t even know what was in those drinks because suddenly, it’s midnight and this fucker is telling me about how creampies are the best feeling in the world. And I know we’re teammates and we’ve literally seen each other naked in those communal showers on base but somehow that was just a step too far y’a know.” You don’t notice the way your companion stiffened.

“And it was totally gross! Like I have seen that man scarf a sausage that had been on the ground for god knows how long so I can’t imagine that getting creampied would be that pleasant if he’s so obsessed with it. I just can’t even imagine the cleanup either! It would be-“

“’S nice.”

Your head snapped to look over at Ghost so quickly that your neck popped. “What.”

He cleared his throat, brown eyes still staring straight ahead though you suspected he wasn’t looking for the target. “Said ’s nice, cummin’ in someone I mean.” Your face must’ve been shocked as all hell because he finally looked at you, his already dark eyes now voids behind the skull mask. “Feels good. Really fuckin good.”

Heat exploded across your cheeks, his voice was deeper than it normally was, with a rasp that went directly to your center. 

“I’ve never…” 

He huffed under his breath something akin to a laugh, it was almost mocking. “Figured.”

You forced yourself to look back out the window, even as the thrumming between your legs got worse with every tension-filled second that passed. Ghost was as sexy as he was mysterious; towering over everyone in your squad, there was no question the man was big and you, in some demented part of your brain, wondered if it was proportional. You had never even seen his face but it was often his voice, his hands, that fueled your late night fantasies alone in your bunk.

And you suspected that he knew, especially right now.

“Gets so hot, and tight, feels like your markin ‘er from the inside. Ya keep yourself in as deep as possible as she’s fightin cause it’s too much, but ya keep going.” You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, but instead it slipped quietly from your lips— a whimper sliced through the dingy apartment, and Simon kept talking.

“Ya go till it hurts, fucking it back in and then yer ready to go again… and again… till she can’t even scream anymore. and you’ve stained the sheets beneath you” You gripped the material of your pants so tightly, they would rip if you suddenly jerked. He must’ve known what he was doing to you, but nothing about the way he was slumped down in his own chair, eyes forward, fingers lazily tracing the seam of his kevlar vest said ‘I want to fuck you into the ground too’.

“I could show ya, not much else to do right now.” Your breath caught as he laid a large hand onto your plump thigh, well that definitely screamed it. 

“Lt-“

“I’ll keep watch, you just need to bounce. You’ll be good and do that fer me won’t you soldier, so I can show you how good it feels.” Like a trance had come over you, you rose from the seat, your fingers flying to the buckle of your belt as Simon’s hand curved around to the fat of your ass.

“You sure it’ll feel good?” His mask remained blank but the way his grip on you tightened and his thick thighs spread told you everything you needed to know. 

“Why are you questioning me when I gave you an order, soldier?” His own belt popped open with a clink and the zipper of his fly slid down, letting you catch a glimpse of what you had been craving so badly. 

“Sorry sir.” The words were spit out just like they had been trained to, earning a slightly less displeased huff from your superior. You kicked off your already unlaced boots having undone them the moment you got into the apartment and soon your pants and panties joined the ever-growing pile of your clothes.

“And the top.” He growled, squeezing the mass of his cock. “Doing this fer you, remember.” You nodded and yanked off the t-shirt you were all-too-glad to get rid of, leaving you standing before him just in your ratty sports bra that did very little to contain your tits.

Simon’s breath shuddered before he gestured to the thick material. “Yessir.” You threw it to the side, finally leaving yourself bare to his molten gaze. Your arms itched to cover the expanse of your curves but your mind refused to disobey, even as the man before you froze save for the heaving of his massive chest.

He studied every inch of you, from the seam where your thighs met to the plushness of your plump stomach, from your strong arms to the way your tits sat just waiting for his touch. You watched with the keen eye of a sniper as his bare forearm tensed and released, the tendons working as he squeezed himself over the material of his pants.

“Can we start sir?” You dared to ask, half-expecting an immediate rejection, but he just chuffed and pulled himself from the open fly.

“Damn impatient thing.” To say he was big was an insult— he was monstrous. Thick and uncut with a dense thatch of hair that you knew would scrape against your clit perfectly when he was buried to the hilt inside of you. A bead of hazy liquid builds on the very tip of his substantial length and you wondered briefly how white-hot it would feel when it was inside of you.

“Gettin’ cold here soldier.” His thighs spread apart even wider, enticing you to come closer. You wanted to ask if it would even fit but you doubted it would make a difference. 

The muscles of his shoulders just barely gave way as you gripped onto them, your nails digging in deep as you swung a leg over his bulky hips, settling onto his lap. His cock rested between you, nestled against the softness of your cunt, getting wetter with your combined arousal. His eyes sparkled while he watched you slowly get comfortable with the feel of him.

“C’mon angel, don’t have all day. Price ’s coming to relieve us at 0300 and I’ll need at least two rounds outta you.” You were jolted forwards by his leg shoving you up, making you hover over his head.

Shoving a shaking hand between your bodies, you took ahold of him and lined him up with your dripping entrance. A worried breath escaped you and then, you sank down, swallowing him whole. 

“Fuuuuuuck.”He hissed through his teeth while all words vanished from your mind. It burned and ripped through you but nothing had ever felt as good as this, like his cock was perfectly tailored to fill you up just the way you needed it. Simon’s hands flew to your wide hips, gripping them with just force that you knew there would be ugly-looking bruises you’d have to explain away later.

His hips canted up, unable to stop himself from forcing himself even deeper, chasing the tightness of your cunt. “Si.” You sighed, head falling to the crook of his neck, earning you another punch upwards.

“Takin’ it so fuckin well, knew you fuckin would. Made fer my fuckin cock weren’t ya. Shoulda done this the first time ya looked at me with those fuckin eyes.” His accent grew deeper with every thrust, his words getting more and more unintelligible as your joint pleasures mounted.

You slammed your hips down with as much force as you could muster, desperately trying to meet his brutal pace, earning a muffled groan of approval. A gloved palm met your bare ass with a harsh slap, forcing a loud moan from you. 

“That’s it angel. Just needed to be properly fucked didn’t ya? All quiet now, my perfect little soldier.” Your teeth sank into his neck as the knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. “So close ain’t ya, need that little bit more.”

“Please Si, please.” He immediately shoved your legs further apart to fit his hand between you, the pads of his index and middle fingers finding your throbbing clit as his cock hammered against your g-spot.

With only two jerky circles, you shattered above him. You back bowed as your forced yourself down to the hilt, you pussy rippling around him while Simon struggled to fuck you through your high. 

“Gonna make me cum angel. Gonna show you how good it fuckin feels to be filled.” His thrusts grew sloppy but his words continued to spill out of his mouth almost involuntarily at this point. “Mark you as fuckin mine.” He snarled.

Your body shook with the power of him, it took all your strength just to take it, let him use and fill you. His cock started to twitch inside of you threateningly. You wanted him to do it, to prove to you how good it felt to be owned from the inside.

“Cum inside, wanna feel all of you.” Your lips brushed against where his ear was beneath the mask, your breath sending goosebumps all over his body. “Make me yours.”

His muscles seized below your palms, rippling and moving so beautifully that you never wanted it to end. He buried himself all the way inside you as he let out a beautiful, raspy moan. Heat exploded deep inside of you, spreading through your veins like a hot bath on a cold winter's day. The feeling of his so deep within you as his cock began to soften was unlike anything you had experienced before and suddenly you knew why the Scot was so obsessed with it.

Simon finally went limp below you, though made no move to remove you from his lap nor your cunt from around his cock. You settled against his chest, now overly aware of your nakedness and the fact that he was still fully clothed, including that stupid skull mask, though you weren’t wholly opposed to it. His arms encircled you, jerking you a bit as he did something behind your back before he hugged you close.

“Look at me angel.” Your hazy gaze turned upwards, meeting the intoxicating brown of his irises. A now bare hand cupped the fat of your cheek, his thumb coming to rest on the curve beneath your eye. “We’re doing this again, over and over until even Soap-“ He spat his name like it was an insult, “-knows exactly who ya belong to. You’re gonna always be dripping with me. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” You murmured, exhaustion closing in on you.

“Good girl. Now get some shut eye, ain’t done with you yet.”

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18+ minors and men dni! — public-ish sex. bucky records you while hitting it from the back. size kink. daddy kink. degrading (slut). weed & alcohol.

a/n: iykyk! literally no real plot.

dilf!bucky fucking you over the counter and filming you thru the mirror while his cock is balls deep into your cunt

you're at a dinner with him and your friends fuck he just looked so fucking hot you couldn't resist keeping your hands on his thick thighs all night teasing him. you noticed he was struggling to keep his computes every time your finger would trail ever so lightly over his already hard dick

you knew you were in for it when he gave you a stern look, his eyes flickering to the bathroom, then back to yours before he excused himself.

you stumble after him 5 minutes later, no doubt your friends knowing you're about to fuck but you don't care. you've had three glasses of wine and two joints in your system that you wanted to get fucked, you wanted him to be rough

and the second you entered that bathroom you were already bruised on your ass from being pushed up against the marble countertop with his lips fiercely on your own, and his hands already undoing his belt

"bucky," you moaned against his lips as he pushed his khakis down, turning you around and pushing his hand down your skirt before cupping your pussy over your soaked panties.

"this for me, doll?" you didn't have to answer because he already knew. he knew that look in your eye, the lust hazed fill gaze you gave him thru the mirror

he pushed his fingers past your panties and swiped them thru your folds before chuckling softly against your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. "such a need slut, huh? couldn't keep your hands off of daddy's dick and now i have to teach you a lesson,"

you felt a shiver run thru your spine as he spoke, pushing you down on the countertop making you hiss from the cold surface piercing through your thin top. that he chose.

he roughly pushed your panties to the side, before pumping himself in his hand, the tip of his cock reading your hole. you whined, trying to push a giant him but he smacked your ass in warning, making you shut up

"you take what i give you, understand?" you nodded, but apparently that wasn't good enough for him. his hand creeped around the front of your neck and pulled your body up a little so you slowly sunk down on his cock

"what was that?" he spoke softly but deeply into your ear, feeling his cock stretch out your tight cunt with each pull, you let out a choked whine

"yes daddy, i understand," you couldn't hold in your whines and moans anymore the second he felt satisfied with your answer and fucked into you harshly

your hips knocked up against the countertop, your tits falling out of your shirt and the debauched look on your face bucky saw thru the mirror was enough to make him pull out his phone and hit record

"that's it baby, taking daddy's cock so well while our friends are right outside," his gaze dropped down to where your cunt pulled his cock deeper inside over and over again, the white ring of cream sitting at the base of his dick and how it glistened because you were so fucking wet

he didn't even have to fucking prep you. "such a slut, doll. daddy's little fuck doll, isn't the right?" your eyes were nodded as you bounced against his cock, thoughts completely void of anything other than the feeling of his cock splitting you open

"awe, my perfect little cock drunk whore, not a single thought behind those eyes except daddy's dick," you moaned as he spoke to you, his other hand gripping your hip tightly, camera panning down to your cunt swallowing his dick and back up to your face

"that's it baby, cum for me. make a fucking mess all over my fat cock." you let out a moan as he spoke, wrapping his free hand around to play with your clit while he fucked you roughly, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your cunt, how wet you were and how easily he could slide in and out of yiu

you felt the band snap in your tummy before you were cumming all over his dick, making him push further into you before he came, filling your cunt up to the brim until he was spilling out down the inside of your thigh

you let out an loud moan, pushing against him before he turned his phone off and slumped over you just a little, giving you soft tender kisses against your exposed skin

he pulled out of you, crouching down to get a better view before he was in eye line of your leaking cunt, his cum dripping out of your hole. he took two fingers, scooping it back up and pushing it back inside, making you whine in response

"you're gonna sit out there with my cum leaking out of this pretty pussy. and when we get home, i'll fuck it right back into you and give you more."

[materia-girl88]

Fourplay

18+, minors dni. warnings-foursome, p in v sex, anal, oral, crying, slapping/spanking, minor dubcon somewhat?

takes place during the no way home timeframe when heroes/villians are coming from different universes bc peter parker is a Goober™️

this came to my in the middle of a work day while i was sitting with @rhaenyraeri on lunch and the idea nearly took her out lol. thank her for the title as well! and the collage below🫶🏻

This was all Peter Parker's fault.

You didn't know that, of course. You had no idea who Peter Parker was. Nobody did now, but you hadn't even before he screwed up Dr. Strange's spell that pulled in villians from different universes. But still, it was all on him.

You weren't exactly complaining about the situation though.

You were sat on Bob's lap, your boyfriend's pretty eyes blown out, wide with pleasure at the feeling of your tight cunt around him, his hands resting on your thighs as you rode his lap.

"Y-You feel so good, baby," Bob muttered, even as you were beginning to wear yourself out. You'd been going at it for a while now, edging yourself to the brink of coming before pulling back. You just didn't want it to end.

You leaned in to kiss him, pausing your movements, your bare tits pressing against the hard muscle of his chest.

"Enough of this sweet shit," you heard from behind you, the voice sounding deeper, darker, but still Bob.

The black mass of Void was on his knees behind your naked frame, his own hardened length buried in your ass. You were rarely into anal, but they had both taken time to prepare you and make you feel so good that you were begging for it before long. And Void immediately called taking your ass. He seemed to have an obsession with it, hands rubbing against it and leaving small smacks every now and then, the skin red and warm and tender.

Void's hands, cold against your skin, came to rest on your hips. The grip was bruising but you loved it, craved the contrast between sweet and rough. Bob, your amazing, sweet boyfriend was enamored with the sight of you bouncing on his and his darker part's cocks, able to feel not only you but Void through the thin walls that separated them.

Void's hands took over, pushing and pulling you from Bob's dick to his, back and forth, again and again, groaning as his head tipped back, his pinprick eyes closed tight.

"Oh fuck," you whined, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. One of your hands remained on Bob's shoulder while the other slid down to where Void held you, covering one of his hands with his.

Bob let out another grunt as you squeezed your pussy around him, "Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful."

He couldn't help but hump up into you at the feeling.

"She's a whore. A good little slut," Void cut in, his face pressing into your neck as he continued to fuck you back and forth on them. His teeth sunk into the juncture of your shoulder, not breaking skin but enough to hurt, "But you love it, don't you baby? Love being fucked dumb by two cocks?"

A hand came to smack your ass, harder than before, and Bob nearly protested, letting out a "Hey, don't-" but he cut himself off as the smack and the stimulation of your ass and pussy caused you to come, wailing between them.

They'd taken turns eating you out, fingering you, grinding into your pussy and now you were on your fourth orgasm of the night. They agreed to see how many they could pull from you.

You weren't sure you would survive it.

"Uh, uh," you cried as you took them both, pulsing around them over and over, pussy making slick clicking sounds as your come covered them.

"S-Shit, baby. Didn't even n-need to touch your clit. So fucking hot," Bob huffed, letting his right hand come to rest by your mound, thumb tracing over your glistening wet pussy lips and feeling your hard little clit. It throbbed at his touch, causing you to jolt. You were sore in the best way, your pussy red and used. You loved it.

"Please, I can't," you whimpered, tears wetting your cheeks as both cocks kept thrusting in and out, Void's hands still controlling your movement. You were grateful for it as you were unable to move yourself. You were worn out, but despite your words, you weren't ready to stop. You wanted them to come in you, to fill you up til you were spilling over with them. You could feel the stretch of both of them inside you, stimulating you from both sides of your walls.

"You can," another voice chimed in, smooth and confident, "You can and you will."

You peered over where Sentry stood, his blonde hair a mess against his sweaty forehead as his hand stroked at his cock, heading towards you from where he had been watching from the side. He had been watching the whole time, not wanting to take your pussy you your ass, just wanting your mouth. He had helped with preparing you, his fingers moving within you at an inhuman rate as his tongue licked at your slit, but when it came to deciding who would fuck you, he immediately claimed your mouth, wanting to see your lips stretched around him.

He could have his turn with the rest later.

You peered up at him through your eyelashes, cheeks red and wet from your tears and your bottom lip swollen where you had bitten it.

"I-I-" you tried you speak, but you were cut off at the feeling of a smack to your cheek. It hadn't hurt, and when you felt a bit of wetness running down your jaw, you realized it wasn't his hand he smacked you with, but with his leaking dick, the head already moist with pre-come.

"You'll do it. And you're gonna suck me off while you do so," he said firmly, causing you to gasp softly.

You gulped, glancing from him, to Bob, shaking at the pleasure that still wracked your body.

"D-Don't worry, baby. We told you we'd st-stop if you use your safe word. It's all up to-oh fuck-to you," Bob breathed, hands sliding up to cup your breasts, nipples hard from stimulation.

At that, you felt determination, and you helped Void as he moved your hips until he finally let go and let you work yourself.

You looked back at Sentry and the huge length of him.

You'd take it all, dammit. You'd die before you gave in.

He groaned as your hand came up to wrap around him, stroking up and down with determination. One of his large hands came to tangle his fingers into your hair and before you knew it, his large dick was pushing between your lips. You quickly hollowed your cheeks to suck at him, tongue running over the head and drawing a rough noise from Sentry. You could taste the pre-come where he was already so worked up and you savored the taste.

"Fucking hell, Bob. I don't know how you're not fucking this sweet mouth 24/7," he growled to your boyfriend.

The wet sounds of the two fucking into your body could barely be heard over all the moans and groans, and Bob huffed out a laugh.

"Oh, I usually am as much as possible," he replied, giving one of your breasts a squeeze.

You were moaning constantly now around Sentry's large cock, just one long string of noise as you felt something building within your abdomen.

Sentry was basically fucking your face, pulling you by your hair so your mouth slid up and down his cock as the vibrations of your noises drove him crazy.

"I'm gonna come," Bob said, Void nodding in agreement. You felt both relieved and frustrated. You were exhausted but you didn't want any of it to be over. It was too good.

Bob's right hand left your breast and slid down, landing right onto your throbbing clit.

He flicked it once gently before beginning to rub firm but quick circles into it.

You couldn't take anymore, the odd feeling in your belly unleashing as you felt a gush between your legs, leaking out from around the girth inside you and soaking both Bob and his dark counterpart. You had squirted for the first time ever, your body feeling as if fireworks had set off inside you and your vision whiting out.

"Fuck," you screeched, and Void laughed as Bob looked on, in love with the sight of you gushing.

The sheets would need to be burned at this point but nobody cares at the moment n

"Look at that," Void said, voice darkly aroused, pumping deep into you to draw your orgasm out, shivering with aftershocks.

The sight alone caused Bob to come deep inside your pussy with Void following not long after. Both of your holes were filled up with hot spend and you loved it.

Sentry kept up his pace, your tongue dipping into the slit at the head of his cock and your hand stroking, and it wasn't long before before he himself was coming, half in your mouth and then he pulled out, letting some of it soak your chin.

You swallowed, the taste salty but not bad, and blinked tiredly as you took a moment to breath.

You looked around at all three men before Bob pulled you in, kissing you despite the mess on your chin, and letting you rest on his chest, your eyes closing.

"I think it's safe to say we'll be doing this again," Sentry said, and you hummed into your boyfriend's well muscled torso.

"Agreed," you said, half asleep on your boyfriend's chest, already looking forward to it.

[kireistrawberryjayla]

WHAT'S IN MY BAG

With Jay and Y/n as a couple

Idolbf!?Jay X idolReader?!

Warming: this is just a Fanfiction so idc if you think it's real and all Lmaoo, but if think it's real you in therapy i mean we all need no cap but yeahhh

Synopsis- Couple, Mentions of Jay's family, brand names, just them being cute mentions of Jay's mom smacking him and alot is going on so read itttttt you hoeeee hahha just kidding sorry sorry

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The camera zooms in as two stylish figures walk in and settle into their seats. Jay is dressed in all-black chic with sleek sunglasses resting on his head, while Y/N is in soft pastels, her bag literally glittering with charms. They wave at the camera with matching grins.

Y/N: (clears her throat dramatically, then leans in toward the camera with a fake-serious face, mimicking the iconic tone)

“‘Hi British Vogue. I’m Charli XCX. And this is what’s in my bag.’”

Jay: (slowly turns to side-eye her with the most unimpressed expression ever, arms crossed)

“…We’re not even on British Vogue.”

Y/N: (bursts out laughing, clutching her chest like she just did a full Oscar monologue)

“I know, but I was just tempted to say ittt.”

Jay: (pretending to look around like he's trying to find the exit)

“I don’t know her.”

Y/N: (ignores him with flair, now sitting up straighter and smiling at the camera)

“Okay. Hey hi, I’m Y/N.”

Jay: (finally gives in, sighing but smiling softly)

“And I’m Jay.”

BOTH (in sync):

“And this is… what’s in my bags with Vogue.”

Jay: (adding with a sly grin)

“Couples edition.”

Y/N: (immediately turns her head, giving him a suspicious side-glance while trying not to smile. Then she playfully eyes him up and down like she’s judging whether he’s qualified to even say that. Finally, she blushes just a little and swats at his arm)

“Don’t say it like that.”

Jay: (grinning, absolutely knowing what he’s doing)

“Like what?”

Y/N:

“You know what.”

Jay: (leans back, smirking)

“‘Couples edition.’ Just saying facts.”

Y/N: (still recovering from her blush, clears her throat and changes the subject quickly)

“Okay—bags. Let’s go.”

They both grab their bags and set them on the table. Hers is overflowing with charms, keychains, and plushie zipper pulls. His is a clean, matte black crossbody with absolutely no decoration.

Y/N: (pointing between them dramatically)

“Look at this. Look at this beautiful chaos and then this sad little void.”

Jay: (mock offended)

“My bag is elegant. Yours looks like a toy store exploded.”

Y/N: (grinning)

“It’s called having a personality, Jay.”

Jay: (dryly)

“It’s called ten pounds of unnecessary objects, Y/N.”

Y/N immediately unzips the top and starts pulling stuff out like she’s in a speed round.

Y/N:

“Okay, so first off, hand cream—this is seasonal, obviously. Then we have—oh my god wait.”

She pauses suddenly, digging a little deeper into a side pocket.

Y/N: (gasps, dramatically holding something up)

“A photocard. Not of members. Not even of Jay. It’s literally—Jake.”

She shows the camera a shiny, official photocard of Jake, complete with a peace sign and sparkles.

Jay: (leans in slowly, narrowing his eyes)

“…You carry around photocards of my members?”

Y/N: (laughing nervously)

“Okay listen. So i bought an enhypen album and I pulled him plus he looked really good in this one, and I didn’t have a sleeve for it, so I just—look, don’t be jealous, babe.”

Jay: (snatching it from her hand and turning it over)

“I am jealous. Why is he winking?! Why is there glitter?!”

Y/N: (trying not to laugh)

“Please don’t fight him over it.”

Jay: (to the camera, holding up the card)

“This is betrayal. I need to have a little chat with him seems.”

Y/N: (leans close, whispering into his ear playfully)

“But Jay, I still sleep in your hoodie though.”

Jay: (instantly smug again)

“Okay fine, you’re forgiven.”

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Y/N: (still digging through her bag, excited)

“Okay, okay, now the good stuff’s coming out—”

She pulls out a small digital camera, pastel pink with stickers on it, and waves it around proudly.

Y/N:

“My baby! I take this everywhere. Like, if we’re out on a coffee date or just walking around, I always sneak a few pictures. He complains, but he secretly loves it.”

Jay: (grinning)

“I don’t complain. I just don’t like getting caught mid-bite.”

Y/N: (ignoring him, now pulling out a thick little journal covered in doodles and stuck-on paper scraps)

“And then—my journal. We'll kinda like junk journal but this is like, my brain. My feelings. My rants. My weird sketches. Random receipts and photos i paste in it. Doodles of Jay’s weird sleepy faces—”

Jay: (mock insulted)

“You draw me in there?! Without consent?!, i mean you're really good at art and stuff but still”

Y/N: (giggling)

“Only the ones where you’re being cute.”

Jay: (softly, leaning in)

“So… all of them?”

Y/N: (blushing, lightly smacking his arm with the journal)

“Shut up.”

She dives back in and suddenly holds up a small drawstring pouch.

Y/N:

“Oh, and this! My crochet stuff.”

She opens it to show a couple of pastel yarn balls, a hook, and a tiny unfinished project—maybe a flower coaster.

Y/N: (brightening up)

“I crochet in cafés or in the car when we’re stuck in traffic after our shows. I made Jay a beanie last winter—”

Jay: (suddenly smug)

“She did. And I actually wear it. It’s black and off white. Kinda emo tho but i like it.”

Y/N: (bashful, shrugging)

“I was proud of that one.”

Y/N just finished showing her adorable crochet things when Jay reaches for his sleek black bag and gives the camera a confident nod.

Jay:

“Alright. Time for the real star of the show.”

Y/N: (snorting)

“Here comes Mr. ‘I only carry essentials’ with nine essentials.”

Jay:

“They’re all necessary.”

Jay pulls out a sleek black wallet first.

It’s well-organized, no surprise there. He flips it open dramatically for the camera.

Jay:

“My wallet. Leather. Sexy. Efficient. Contains zero cash because I live in the future.”

Y/N: (peeking into it)

“And, like, ten loyalty cards. This man is loyal to his coffee shops.”

Next, his black metal credit card. He holds it up and wiggles it like it's Excalibur.

Jay:

“This? This is the weapon I use when she says ‘I’m not gonna buy anything’ and then proceeds to buy the store.”

Y/N: (rolling her eyes)

“It’s called retail therapy.”

Jay: (to the camera)

“And I’m her financial support group.”

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Y/N: I mean why not guys, i maybe be a strong independent woman, but sometimes I love spending my man's money too, heheheh

Y/N: (digging deeper into her bag, looking guilty but proud)

“Okay... so, full confession time.”

Jay: (eyes her suspiciously)

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

Y/N: (laughs, holding up a pair of black sunglasses)

“These aren’t mine. They're his.”

Jay: (leans forward, squinting)

“Wait—aren’t those my new—?!”

He reaches out, takes the sunglasses, and checks the inside arm.

“Yup. Literally just bought these last week.”

Y/N: (grinning like a thief caught mid-crime)

“Exactly. You buy something cool, and within a week, somehow it just... ends up in my bag.”

Jay: (mock hurt)

“Do I ever complain baby?”

Y/N: (grinning)

“Nope. Not once. That’s why I keep doing it.”

She shrugs innocently.

“He buys jackets, I steal them. He buys cool rings, it's suddenly mine. Even his perfume—”

Jay:

“Guys. That’s why she loves me.”

He looks at the camera, dramatically placing a hand on his chest.

“I suffer in silence.”

Y/N: (pouting playfully)

“You’re so dramatic.”

Jay: (now pulling something out of his bag)

“You wanna talk about dramatic? The one time I take your hair tie—ONE TIME—”

Y/N: (gasps, pointing)

“YOU STRETCHED IT OUT!”

Jay: (switches to a higher-pitched voice, pretending to be her)

‘Babe, that was my favourite one—it matched my vibe—now it’s ruined—’”

He drops the act and grins at her.

“I swear, she has, like, thirty, but I pick the wrong one every time.”

Y/N: (blushing but laughing hard)

“Okay, fine. I might be slightly dramatic about my stuff, but why do you even need a hair tie”

Jay: (scoffing lightly)

“You think?”

Okay Jay's turn. He then pulls out a matte bottle of his favorite perfume and spritzes the air.

Jay:

“This is something like Cherry, rum something, But this is the one she steals. I spray it and she’s like, ‘why do you smell so good?’ as if she didn’t use it this morning.”

Y/N: (guilty smile)

“Okay but it does smell like a rich CEO who just crushed a business meeting and now wants to kiss you in his office.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Exactly the vibe."

He pulls out a mini cologne roller, a lip balm, a breath spray, and a travel-sized comb.

Jay:

“This is my hot boy survival kit. Stay fresh, stay ready. You never know when Vogue will shove a camera in your face.”

Y/N: (mock whispering)

“He used the breath spray before asking me out the first time. He was so nervous.”

Jay: (blushing slightly)

“It’s called being prepared!”

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Y/N is still digging through her magical bag of endless treasures when her fingers wrap around something small and hard. She pulls it out carefully—

Y/N:

“Oh! This one's special.”

She holds up a delicate, gold-trimmed hairpin with tiny hand-painted flowers on it.

Y/N: (softly, fond)

“Jay’s mom gave this to me when they went on a family trip.”

Jay: (peeking at it)

“She picked it out herself.”

Y/N: (beaming)

“Yeah! She was like, ‘This reminded me of you, so I had to get it’—and I was like, ma’am?? Please adopt me???”

Jay: (dramatically sulking)

“She’s replaced me. I’m not even the favorite anymore.”

Y/N: (teasing)

“Apparently I am now. Sorry, not sorry.”

Jay:

“You’ve known her for less than 3 years and she already loves you more than me. The betrayal runs deep.”

Y/N: (laughing)

“No, but seriously, Jay’s mom is so cool. Like, classy, elegant... but also savage.”

Jay: (knows exactly where this is going)

“Don’t say it—”

Y/N: (grinning at the camera)

“She literally smacked him with a slipper last month for making a mess in the kitchen. I was just sitting there sipping tea like 👁️👄👁️”

Jay: (hands in the air)

“She ambushed me!”

Y/N:

“You made a big mess in the kitchen while making us dinner. You deserved that slipper.”

Jay:

“She acts like she’s all soft and sweet, but she’s got that mom strength. You blink and boom—pain.”

Y/N: (smiling at the hairpin)

“I keep this with me because… I don’t know, it reminds me I’m loved. She really treats me like her daughter.”

Jay glances over, his teasing fading into something much softer as he watches her turn the pin between her fingers.

Jay: (gently)

“She says you’re the best thing I’ve ever brought home.”

Y/N: (blushing)

“Well... she has good taste.”

They both chuckle. Jay leans in and brushes her hair back gently, pretending to tuck the hairpin in.

Jay:

“Next time she hits me with the slipper, I’m telling her it’s your fault.”

Y/N: (innocent voice)

“I’ll just smile and offer her another one.”

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Y/N’s fingers dive into one of the inside pockets of her tote as she talks casually.

Y/N:

“Okay, I think this is the last item—wait—”

She pulls out a pen, but with it come a few small polaroids that flutter down onto the table between them.

Y/N: (laughs softly)

“Oh... oops.���

Jay tilts his head, curious, as she flips them over one by one.

Y/N:

“They’re just... random photos I keep. My friends, my members… this one’s me and Mina at the studio… that’s when I twisted my ankle on set—don’t laugh! And—”

She suddenly holds up a photo like it’s precious.

Y/N: (grinning)

“Here he is. My baby, my son. Nicholas.”

It’s a picture of a regal-looking orange cat perched on her desk, blinking at the camera like he owns the world.

Jay: (squinting, dramatic)

“You keep a whole photo of Nicholas in your bag?”

Y/N:

“Yeah? Of course I do. He is my love.”

Jay: (fake offended)

“Okay but—where’s my photo? Am I even in your top five?”

Y/N: (teasing, without looking up)

“Hmm... questionable.”

Jay:

“Wow. She really loves that cat more than me. I knew it.”

Y/N just grins and pulls out another photo—this time of Nicholas wearing a tiny collar with a gold tag.

Y/N:

“He’s classy. And smart. Unlike some people who mock him on camera.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Classy? He looks like he sends passive-aggressive emails for fun.”

Y/N: (turning to him with a playful glare)

“Don’t insult him. He’s our son.”

Jay: (mock choking)

“Our son?”

Y/N: (nods, still serious)

“Yep. You're legally attached. And since you're already his dad... you should know I’m getting him a sibling.”

Jay:

“Wait. What?”

Y/N: (trying not to laugh)

“I’m getting another cat. A tiny grey one. Already have a name.”

Jay: (suspicious)

“…Is it another Victorian gentleman?”

Y/N: (cheerfully)

“Actually, her name’s Luna. Nicholas is gonna be a big brother.”

Jay looks at the camera like he’s re-evaluating his life choices.

Jay:

“So this is how she tells me. On Vogue.”

Y/N shrugs with a cheeky smile, holding up a final photo of Nicholas sleeping curled up in her lap.

Y/N:

“Anyway. If you’re mean to Nicholas again, I’ll let Luna sleep on your pillow instead of you.”

Jay: (pretending to sulk)

“This is betrayal. I’m third place in my own house.”

Y/N: (teasing, brushing his hand)

“No, babe. You’re still first... just with heavy competition.”

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Both Y/N and Jay look at the pile of items in front of them: Lip balms, perfume, cat photos, and a photocard of Jake still suspiciously visible.

Y/N:

“Okay wait, wait, wait. I think I have one more thing.”

Jay: (smirking)

“Don’t tell me it’s more cat photos.”

Y/N: (innocent)

“...It’s not.”

She rummages dramatically through her bag, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper.

Y/N:

“This is a letter I wrote for Jay, like... at the start of our relationship. I forgot it was still in here.”

Jay: (raising an eyebrow, softening instantly)

“You wrote me a letter?”

Y/N:

“Yeah, but I didn’t give it to you ‘cause it was cheesy.”

Jay: (smiling like a soft boy)

“Can I read it now?”

Y/N:

“Absolutely not.”

Jay: (grinning)

“Fine. Then I’m pulling out my last thing.”

He dramatically reaches into a hidden zipper pocket. Pulls out… a crumpled pink hair scrunchie.

Jay:

“This. I stole this.”

Y/N: (laughs)

“You thief! I looked everywhere for that!”

Jay:

“I kept it ‘cause it smells like your shampoo. I’m sentimental like that.”

Y/N: (blushing, but teasing)

“You’re such a simp.”

Jay:

“For you? Obviously.”

They both laugh, leaning into each other.

Y/N:

“So… this was us—”

Jay:

“Way overpacking and still forgetting stuff.”

Y/N:

“And this was ‘What’s in my Bag.’”

Jay: (winks)

“With Vouge and a lot of Chaos.”

The screen starts fading to black as they start picking up their things, still giggling and whispering to each other. Jay tries to sneak the letter out of her bag and Y/N smacks his hand away playfully.

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BONUS...

Comments section

@jaywalkingintomyheart (87k likes):

“Jay’s bag had: perfume, a camera, a scrunchie he secretly stole from Y/N, and literal heart eyes every time he looked at her. Sir, Be serious. You’re not in love. You’re in devotion. 😭💳📸🖤”

@yn.my.badbitch (102k likes):

“She pulled out a letter she never gave him, a hairpin from his mom, and called her cat their son.

Y/N isn’t just girlfriend material, she’s soft-wife-who-saves-all-your-memories energy. I’m sobbing.”

@marryingynbeforeJay (152k likes):

“This wasn’t a Vogue bag reveal.

This was a 17-minute soft launch of their future marriage, two cats, a shared bank account, I’ve never third-wheeled harder in my life. 🛍️💘🐾📝”

@kikiwon.

“he smells like a CEO who just crushed a business meeting and wants to kiss you in his office”

ma’am??? you can’t just say that on vogue dot com

@Ikue190000

the way they said “what’s in my bag” but what they really meant was “what’s in my heart” 😭

@Jongjieéparkk

the way jay looked at her while she held that letter... yeah. that wasn’t acting. that was a man in love

@hoonieeestarberry

do i want a relationship like this? yes.

will i get it? no.

am i okay? also no.

@jaysbattledamage:

jay going from “I’m the favorite child” to “I sleep on the couch while the cats judge me” in 15 mins was so real

@Heeseungs.wife2000:

me watching this at 2am wrapped in a blanket, pretending I’m their third cat: 🐾😔

🔥 NICHOLAS FAN ACCOUNT APPEARS 🔥

@nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (verified):

respectfully, I am the alpha of that household. jay can sit on the floor.

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🐾 Replies Under the Main Comments:

@meowonnnnnnie:

not jay finding out he’s becoming a father of two DURING A VOGUE VIDEO 😭😭😭

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:

correction: father of three. he just doesn’t know about Biscuit yet.

 ↳ @jayyyykilledme:

WHO IS BISCUIT⁉️ IS THIS A CAT CINEMATIC UNIVERSE???

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@notjaynotokay:

me after “you’re legally attached” 👁️👄👁️ SOMEONE HELP HIM—

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:

he signed the contract when he let me nap on his hoodie once.

↳ @pillowforluna:

this is legally binding in cat law. I checked.

@yoonjinscoffee:

Luna??? ANOTHER cat??? jay’s face went from “boyfriend” to “cat dad with regrets” in 2 seconds

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💬 TOP CELEBRITY COMMENTS ON THE VIDEO

@jake.sim (✔️):

okay but WHY is my photocard still in her bag 😭 jay explain

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’ve been asking the same question for 3 months.

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): it gives me luck okay bye 😌

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@doednuuuuuu. (✔️):

Why is the cat's picture having more screen time than me 💀

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby(✔️): stay in your lane.

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): DON’T talk to your uncle like that

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): bro I’m not even the main character anymore

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@sunghoon.iceprince (✔️):

jay calling her out for stealing his stuff but carrying her scrunchie like a trophy??? simp behavior

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): and I’d do it again

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): he likes it

 ↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (✔️): pathetic

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@enhypenofficial (✔️):

we just want to know when Nicholas and Luna are debuting

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): they’re too powerful for the industry rn

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’m just the manager. they don’t listen to me.

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@heeseungieee (✔️):

"CEO who wants to kiss you in his office" HELLO???? on VOGUE????

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): what can I say, she knows the vision

 ↳ @y/n (✔️): I speak my truth 🫶

 ↳ @jake.sim (✔️): still can’t believe she said that out loud 😭

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@jungwonie (✔️):

we need a “what’s in jay’s emotional bag” because that man is in shambles

 ↳ @jaypark (✔️): Won, you get me man!??

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[nikovraskol]

crack baby ; five

wc ; 3068 masterlist after dying, you expected to be greeted with the open arms of the void swallowing your body, mind and soul. what you didn't anticipate is waking up sixteen once more with a chance to change your fate -- but something strange is happening, why are the locks changing and why are all eyes suddenly on you ?

tw ; death, suicide, abuse, cursing, neglect, panic attacks, mentions of violence

prologue, one, two, three, four, five, tbc..

You didn’t have much as a child.

You lived in a shitty apartment on the outskirts of Crime Alley. It’s been years since you’ve stepped foot in that place, but you remember it so clearly.

The wallpaper was peeling, there was always mold crawling around the corners of the roof, and the window in the bathroom was broken – all your appliances were left over from previous tenants, so you’d have to give the oven a hard smack before cooking. Your TV was surprisingly nice, the grumpy, old man gave it to your mother before he killed himself.

His death upset you, despite what everyone thought – he was a nice man. When your mother was working or in a bad mood, he’d occasionally let you sit in his house. He’d offer you a lollipop and then go to sleep. You always got the feeling he was similar to your mother. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes?

Your bedroom – if it could be called that – was actually just a small storage room. Your mattress was old, found in a dump, so it had many holes that would cause springs to dig into your back, scratching you through restless nights, and you only had a thin blanket to keep you warm. 

Compared to your mother’s sleeping arrangements, it was perfect. She let you have that box, in return she slept on the dingy, old couch next to the door. She said it was fine, but you would always hear her panicked cries whenever the gunshots got too loud.

Despite that, those days in that shitty apartment would always be worth more than your life in Bruce's care. Why?

The heating that stretched to every corner of the manor, it didn’t compare to cuddling with your mother for warmth. And the meals, prepared to suit your every tastes, didn’t compare to the take-away your mother would place before you, leftovers from her job, a grin on her pretty face that was always etched with exhaustion (that sometimes twisted into something scary).

That’s right. The cold stares would never compare to your mother. Even if she was unpredictable – hysterical, as the man next door would say. She looked at you, held you, consoled you.

And when she’d lose her mind and grab at your throat, and cry about how you’re a curse. She’d make up for it, eventually.

“My dear [Name].” Your mother called, her eyes softening as she crouched before you. She smelt of grease and cheap burgers, a rather comforting smell despite how nauseous it made you. Her hands gently, hesitantly, reached forward. Resting on your face as her thumb caressed the bruise forming on your cheek with a grimace.

You knew better than to flinch.

“How do you feel?” She asked softly, her eyes glossed with unshed tears. She was frowning. The sight made your chest ache as if someone were reaching through and prying open your ribs, leaving your heart vulnerable. 

She didn’t let you answer, she never did. Instead, she pressed a soft kiss to the blooming ache on your cheek before reaching into her old bag.

“A teddy bear?” You questioned softly, your head tilting at the sight of the toy. You’d never had something so.. innocent before. Nothing so clean, all your toys were second-hand, given through preformative charities.

“Yes. A teddy bear, it’s for you.” She placed it into your hands with a gentleness that belied the dead gaze she always wore. It was soft, unblemished. New. Not once in your life had you ever had something new, something that belonged only to you.

“How much did this cost?” 

“Well, that’s not for you to worry about, my dear.” Your mother smiled, her lips curving into that familiar grin. But you saw the ache in her bones, in the very way she moved. She had worked too hard, but she had done it for you.

Was it selfish that you didn’t feel bad? That you felt happy?

“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.” The words were spilling out and you didn’t even realise it.

You were outside the hospital, looking like a lunatic. You were soaked to the bone, shivering, and muttering to yourself like a moron – right outside a mental institution. It was no wonder everyone took a detour at the sight of you, crossing the road as if you were some sort of pervert. Though you couldn’t blame them – living in Gotham, you learn it’s best to steer clear of the crazies.

Your heart was racing, your stomach was churning. You were scared. You hadn’t seen her in so long, not since– not since you were eighteen in your previous life. 

And now you were sixteen, standing outside, stalling. Well, shivering in the rain was much better than being in that damn Manor, surrounded by those damn bozos…–

It was strange, why are they always hovering? Each time you’d ever try to leave, someone is there. Someone is around. 

Why? It’s sickening. The thought of them perceiving you. Why did it make your skin crawl? Why did it make you feel so.. Filthy?

You’re sure, back before you died, that you would’ve jumped at this chance, at the chance to really incorporate yourself into the circle that you’ve always been pushed out of. Why was now different? 

Why did you want to reach out and rip out Dick’s eyes whenever he regarded you with such a condescending gaze? Why did you feel nauseous at the very way Bruce looked at you – like a puzzle piece that’s been misplaced in the wrong set? A puzzle piece he wants to throw away. Or– Or the way Tim looks at you – Or Jason’s stupid arrogance, from the beginning he’s always thought he was better than you. And you just dread thinking about Damian.

You just want your mother.

And yet, your feet remain stuck to the floor. The rain continued to patter around you, is this a good idea? You have no idea what condition she’s in, when you last saw her (when you were 18), she was better. Stable. She smiled at you and her eyes seemed brighter.

“It’s fine, it’s either this or I go back to that abhorrent house.” You mutter bitterly, filled with sudden determination at the thought of returning to that hellhole. With a huff you shove open the doors to the sterile hospital. 

The fluorescent lights hit you first, then the overwhelming smell of antiseptic, the sound of beeps and overworked nurses mumbling about evaluation reports and the latest Gotham news. It was overwhelming – but you have to push through!! For your mother!

With another sigh you begin to walk forward, and the air seemed to thicken – as if something was trying to stop you from walking forward, from facing something horrible, though that was crazy. It was probably just the lingering fear from your past, but so much has changed in this life, there’s some comfort in knowing that your mother will be waiting.

“Excuse me,” you say to the lady working as a receptionist, she looked tired – eye bags heavy under her eyes as she looked up at you with something akin to annoyance, “I’m here for (Mother’s Name).”

Immediately, the woman’s eyes softened into something soft, pity? Impossible. “Oh, I’m sorry, what were you to her?” She immediately mumbles, typing furiously on her computer that you could tell was funded by Wayne Enterprises.

“I’m– I’m her child.” You say nervously, a sickening fear crawling up your stomach into your throat, like a parasite that’s been festering through the grief you’ve felt through the years. You want to ask if something’s wrong, but the lady beats you to it.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, have you come to collect her things?”

“Her– Her things? Has she been dismissed?” Your heart is racing so fast, beating so intensely that it drowns out her words, as if protecting you.

“..She’s died.” The receptionist says, her eyes looking away as she reads something on her computers, “You didn’t know? That’s strange, all her immediate family should’ve been notified, but–”

You don’t hear the rest of her words, you hear nothing but the beating of your damn heart. It’s so loud, why won’t it just shut up!? Why can’t you reach into your chest and rip the disgusting thing out, to rid yourself of the useless organ. The parasite’s that’s kept you alive — the parasite that always tries to protect you when it’s too late.

It’s sickening, everyone is always too late.

“She can’t be dead…” You mumble, your hands are trembling. Why? “She had– She was supposed to live longer, this isn’t how it goes.” 

The image of her, when you were older, flashes through your mind. You remember it clearly, her face – finally with some colour as she smiles gently at you.

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“It happened fairly recently, I’m so sorry.” The receptionist said clearly, her eyes filled with the kind of sorrow that can be held by people who’ve seen this a thousand times before. But you can’t see it, you can’t hear anything but that damned phrase.

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“How did she die?” 

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“She–” The receptionist shares a wary glance with her coworker, who’s holding a stack of papers.

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“She killed herself – We’re so sorry, it’s through our neglect that she was able to–”

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“..-- Tie a noose and…–”

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

It’s only when you feel the rain trickle down your cheek that you realise you’re outside, car’s illuminating your hunched figure with headlights as the distant sound of a gunshot pierces the air. You look down, you’re holding papers.

Your mother’s will – that’s right. The receptionist gave it to you, as well as her regards, and some numbers to some people to handle things you don’t want to handle.

“Are you okay?” A soft, quiet voice pierces the air, you turn and–

Another clown has entered the circus.

The sight of Orphan, rain trickling down her suit. What is she doing here? What time is it? You swallow thickly, everything feels so fake that you can’t process anything.

“(Name)? Why are you out so late?--”

What is she saying? You can hear her but.. You can't understand a thing she’s saying. When have you ever spoken to her? Has she also come to play pretend? She’s too late. Everyone is always too late.

“Why are you talking to me?” Even you are surprised by the venom in your voice. Why are you being so mean? Cassandra’s not– bad.. She’s certainly not someone you.. She isn’t someone you know, why is she acting like she cares? 

“I saw– Well, you looked upset. I just wanted to check that you’re–”

“Don’t talk to me, don’t act like we’re anything more than strangers.” Who’s speaking right now? You don’t feel like it’s you. No, your mother would feel upset hearing you so angry. “You’re all so fucking annoying, please, just leave me alone.”

You don’t see her face through her mask, nor can you decipher her body language. You just clutch the crumpled up, soaked papers, to your chest and walk home.

“It’s not safe to walk Gotham alone at night.” You hear her say, it’s the most you’ve heard her talk. Though you’ve never spoken to her, never experienced the warmth she gives to the other clowns.

“It’s fine,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm though you feel nothing but genuine emotions, “I have Batman to protect me.”

You don’t see her face, you don’t have the energy anymore - for anything. 

It’s not an understatement to say you feel nothing, not as you walk Gotham – with eyes upon your back, not when you trudge through the Manor past someone who might’ve been Alfred, or Dick. But Dick’s supposed to be Nightwing, right? He shouldn’t be in Gotham. Silly you.

You feel nothing at all, until you enter your room, until you see the familiar layout, exactly as you left it. Until you see the teddy bear, worn and broken, sitting on your bed with it’s sorrowful eyes cast upon you.

Then, you feel everything.

The hardwood floor hits your knees with a deafening thud that echoes throughout the lifeless manor. Tears scorch your skin as the air suddenly thins swiftly, like someone’s trying to kill you. You clutch your hands to your chest, snaking under your shirt to dig into your disgusting chest, nails desperately clawing at your thick skin. Your heart is too loud, the floor is too hard against your legs – your hair, it sticks to your scalp, each strand tickling your skin as you pant heavily, your breath escaping before it can reach your lungs – you’re going to pass out. You’re going to die.

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

Why did this happen? She wasn’t supposed to die. There’s no way she would’ve killed herself, no.

No matter how much she gripped your throat, no matter how much she cursed you, throwing glass and plates at you, dragging porcelain across your skin then crying while patching you up. Peppering each wound with kisses that carried words of sorrow that couldn’t be conveyed through simple speech.

She would’ve never left you.

Even if you were the one to ruin your life, she’d always come back with a smile. This can’t be it. She’s supposed to be happy.

You’re supposed to be happy.

Her will remains soaked on your bedroom floor, the ink smudged through rain and tears, mingling each word and telephone number together. Though, there’s an envelope that remains unopened, the envelope that the nurse gave to you. The one belonging your mother left to you.

What an incredible woman.

With trembling hands and blurring eyes, and lungs with no air, you rip open the soaked envelope. Your hands are surprisingly gentle despite the insistent tremor, as if holding a priceless artifact.

The moment the envelope opens, money flows out. And not just pocket change, stacks and stacks of bills that no lower-class-woman could achieve alone. Afterwards, a single letter falls out.

You’re barely able to pick the paper up, barely able to comprehend the words that seem to dance together – taunting and mocking your grief. But there’s no time to grieve; you push those disgusting emotions deep into your subconscious as you calm your breathing – counting to 10 in between each gasp for air until your heart finally shuts up.

Your eyes clear, you can see again, the moment your eyes fall upon the paper you hear your door click, and your heart stops. In speed that could rival the flash himself  you swipe the money under your bed before Dick walks in with a pitying smile.

“(Name)...” He says gently, his eyes flickering with something similar to surprise as his gaze falls onto your disheveled, wet, grief-stricken appearance  (disgusting, you want to reach forward and smash his head against your wall), “You.. stormed out earlier, are you okay?”

“Why are you here? Don’t you have better things to do.” It’s almost scary how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to creating conflict with the very people you once sought to cradle close.

“.. I was worried, I can’t just up and leave when my precious sibling is..”

Bullshit. It’s all fucking bullshit.

“If you’ve got nothing meaningful to say, then shut up and leave.”  You snap, your hand clenching around your mother’s letter, it’s slightly damp and you don’t want to smudge the ink so you release it from your hands – letting it drop to your floor slowly, it sways in the air as if it doesn’t want to leave your embrace. “I’m so sick of everyone fucking hovering, you’re so annoying.”

Your gaze moves from the paper to Dick, and–..

And you freeze.

His eyes are relentless, boring into you with such an intensity it makes you feel like a criminal he’s interrogating. No, it’d be more accurate to describe yourself as a bug he’s placed under a microscope, studying you with such a cold gaze you’re stopping yourself from apologising on instinct.

It’s genuinely terrifying, his mouth is pressed in a thin line, his brows are furrowed ever so slightly and his hands – his hands are clenching and unclenching.

Is he going to hit you?

“My dear (Name), I’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”

“My dear (Name), he’s caused you a lot of pain, hasn’t he? I’m sorry.”

“My dear (Name), they’ve caused you a lot of pain, haven’t they? I’m sorry.”

“(Name), I’m going to cause you a lot of pain, aren’t I?”

“(Name).”

“(Name)!” A voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you blink, oh, it’s Dick. He’s closer now, glancing at you with a sorrowful expression as he grips your shoulders with a force that makes you uncomfortable, “you seem out of it lately, are you okay? You know, you can tell me everything.” You feel a bit disoriented, what was that just now? 

“I’m fine, I’m tired.” You shove his hands off with all your strength – though you suspect he let you go to appease you. Jackass. “I’m going to bed, please leave me alone.”

He frowns – clearly wanting to say more, but the blank look on your face tells him that you’re not in the mood. What a shame, and he was going to invite you to spend time with him.

Oh well, he has all the time in the world, he doesn’t want to strengthen this relationship on an uneasy foot.

“I understand, (Name), I’m always here for you.” He smiles lovingly, his hand ruffling your hair like he’s actually your brother, “I do care for you, y’know. You've been so distant recently!” 

His chuckles fade in your silence as he awkwardly shuffles out of your room with one more lingering glance. So fucking annoying. Your eyes wander down and-..

He was standing on your mother’s letter.

um hey guys.. hey... uh hey,,, i feel like i owe yall an explanation but um, basically i had this all written out and then i have to move cities because i was unsafe, and i lose THE FUCKING DOCUMENT WITH THIS WHOLE CHAPTER. i was so devastated because i had expanded on literally everything so i had to rush this.. sigh.. maybe i'll rewrite this bs when exam season is over, but i feel like if i pump this chapter now i'll have more motivation to write the rest because i am so excited for the ending tee hee hee!!! anyway, thank you all for your patience. as a thank you, i will try my best to pump out all the inbox requests and, i'll try my hardest to add everyone to the taglist but it'll probably be a while..

anyway enough yapping, thank u for reading, sorry for the short chapter! and i want to thank everyone who checked in on me, yall are awesome

can you guys tell i have motherly issues or.

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[moonflowergirlsworld]

A dear anon Requested; Yandere Rover with unlucky reader.

While thinking about how to write it, I remembered a request in my Wattpad; Yandere Male Rover with an Isekai'd simp reader.

The ideas opened the flood gates and I combined the two to write it, But accidentally I posted the half written Oneshot instead of saving in drafts, in a panic I deleted the whole thing and then lost the anon Ask.

(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

After having a meltdown, I got back the motivation and wrote it from scratch.

Yandere M! Rover x unlucky simp isekai'd F!Reader

This was the blueprint / reference sheet for this oneshot.

Slowburn

12k words (was having so much fun writing this I didn't even notice the word count.)

Wuwa Version 2.0 Rinascita spoilers

Rinascita was never ready for your thirst.

You were losing your mind. Not in a metaphorical, “haha I love this game” way—no, actually losing it. Right there on your bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito, your phone inches from your face, you screamed at a pixelated man who had no idea the chokehold he had on your soul.

“YESSSSS! 100K DAMAGE! GO OFF, KING!”

Your screen was a whirlwind of Havoc energy—your Rover dodging as your fingers maneuvered with precision on your phone screen. With a flick of his fingers, the Umbra bar pulsed to max, you clicked the resonance Liberation.

His voice came:

“You will Obey!”

“AHHHH I SWEAR TO GOD YOU COULD MURDER ME AND I’D THANK YOU—”

Dark Surge erupted. His scythe formed from a pulse of void-black resonance, and in a single sweep, the TD was gone. Like, deleted. A 100K crit damage number splashed across the screen and you collapsed backward like it had personally hit you.

You clutched your phone above your head, grinning like a madman, heart pounding like you'd just been proposed to. “This is it. This is peak gaming.”

Then gravity remembered you existed. The phone slipped from your fingers and smacked you right on the nose. You yelped, hands flailing, dignity nowhere in sight.

Peak gaming? More like peak misfortune.

After picking up your phone, you started to do your dailies. The dailies were easy. With him by your side, you finished off everything with a grin. You tried to act normal—keyword tried. But you still found yourself whispering, “Look at my man gooo~” every time he did that spinning blade combo.

"Now, I just need to finish the Rinascita quest and Aero Rover is mine!" you declared dramatically, just as your phone clung to life at a tragic 5%. You stared at it like it had personally betrayed you. With the sigh of someone who's been wronged by fate itself, you slapped it onto the charger.

When you finally logged out, you sighed long and hard, rolling onto your stomach.

“God, I wish I was there,” you muttered. “Like, not even in a weird way.” You rolled around on the bed, talking to yourself like any sane person would. “Okay, maybe a little weird, but I just wanna meet him. I’d totally be chill, right? I’d be cool. He wouldn't know I'm mentally married to him. I can fake normal.” You stared up at the ceiling.

“Just one chance, universe. One chance.”

Like the protagonist of every isekai anime ever, you fell asleep like that, mind filled with daydreams about him. Blanket half on the floor. Still mumbling about scythe physics and “how hot it is when he says anything in that voice of his.”

You woke up mid-scream.

Not because you were in danger. You were falling. Your body was currently plummeting through the air like a sack of potatoes. A flash of green, a swirl of clouds, and now—face-first into a patch of moss.

“Mmfh—ow—oof—my back…” you groaned, rolling over with all the grace of a flipped turtle. Leaves stuck to your cheek. Something—probably a bug—buzzed suspiciously near your ear. You slapped it away with a shriek and scrambled up, wobbling like a newborn deer.

What the hell?

You looked around, eyes wide. The trees swayed gently above you. As you looked up, a breathtaking sight unfolded—towering trees and jagged mountains pierced through the clouds. Ancient ruins peeked through the foliage, whispering tales of a bygone era. The air was thick with the scent of moss and hummed with strange frequencies.

Everything shimmered faintly, like the game’s graphics got injected with magic steroids. Except... this wasn’t your screen. This was real.

You smacked your own cheek once. Twice. “Ow—okay. Okay. This is happening.”

Your heart thundered. You spun in a circle, awe and panic slamming into each other like bumper cars. “This is Rinascita. This is actually Rinascita—holy SHIT I’m IN the GAME.”

You shrieked and tripped over a tree root you definitely should’ve seen, collapsing into a bush. It scratched the hell out of your arm, but the pain was just proof: real, not a dream.

And then you heard footsteps. You froze, your butt still plopped on the bush.

Crunch. Crunch.

Shadows danced across the moss. A low hum of resonance energy vibrated through the air, in a way that sent goosebumps down your spine.

As he came into view, your lungs forgot how to function for a second as your gaze collided with his. Broad shoulders, lean waist. Black belts/straps wrapped around his hips and chest—he looked very dreamy up front.

And those eyes, so magnetic. “I love you,” you blurted out without even letting the thought cook in your brain.

The silence was loud, as he paused, shocked by the abruptness and genuineness of your tone. Even the wind paused like, girl.

You clamped your hands over your mouth, eyes wide in horror. “I—I mean—not like that—I mean yes like that but not in a weird way—well, okay, maybe a little weird, but—oh god, I just—I swear I’m normal. Sometimes... Fuck.”

Rover tilted his head, stepping closer, his eyes zoning in on the cut on your arm. “Are you injured?”

“Yes—no—I mean emotionally, yes. Physically... just my ego,” you mumbled the last part, still embarrassed.

You tried to stand, but your foot caught the same cursed root and you fell again, this time right at his feet. Like a peasant paying tribute.

You groaned into the dirt. “This is why I can’t have nice things. My unlucky streak is at it again...”

He didn’t laugh. Of course not. He is a gentleman through and through. Instead, he crouched down beside you.

You stared up at him from the ground, limbs tangled and expression fully dead inside. “You’re even hotter in person. That’s not helping.”

Pause, try not to be so obvious. you scold yourself, reminding yourself to keep the fangirling to a minimum.

He held his hand in front of you to help you get up, voice low and calm. “You seem... disoriented. Are you actually alright?”

You shook your head, took his offer with the kind of reverence usually reserved for divine intervention, allowing him to pull you up. He didn’t comment on the way you tripped again immediately after and used his jacket to steady yourself.

“I am sorry,” you whispered, gripping the fabric like a lifeline. “I’m not usually like this...”

He helped you be steady on your feet. His eyes didn’t leave your face. “That’s difficult to believe,” he said softly.

You couldn’t tell if he meant it as sarcasm or observation—but either way, damn, it did things to you, and he was so close.

You feel the lingering warmth of his hand on yours.

Not metaphorical warmth, Not the “he touched me, oh my God I’m swooning” kind. Actual heat, like a campfire still flickering in your veins. You glance down at your fingers You’d clung to him like he was the last thread tethering you to sanity—because maybe, he is.

He hasn’t stepped away, still hovering near. You guess he’s staying close so you don’t trip again. aw, how nice of him!

You’re still staring at that hand of yours. It’s shaking, combined with the sting of the scratch on your arm.

You blink down at your fingers. Curl them. Uncurl. You press your thumb into your palm like you’re trying to wake up—you already know the answer but you are still in denial. Nothing happens. The world doesn’t blur. There’s no logout button hovering over your peripheral vision.

Your throat tightens.

“I’m in Wuthering Waves,” you whisper, voice barely carried by the air. “The game. This is the game.”

You blink up at the sky—those shattered clouds, the hazy blue, the orange-tinged light that never feels quite right. It’s too beautiful to be real, and that’s the problem.

“I’m in the fucking game.” Your legs go stiff. You can’t look at Rover. Not yet. You can feel him beside you though. “Wait, wasn’t Truck-kun in charge of Isekai?! I mean, I love this game and I’m in it… I was happy a moment ago, but now I suddenly feel anxious!”

“I can’t even run two miles without gasping like a dying fish,” you mumble, voice catching on a breath. “I sprain my ankle walking too fast in socks. And now I’m here… in a post-apocalyptic monster hellscape…”

A breath escapes your lips. It sounds like a laugh, but it’s broken. It doesn’t make it past your teeth.

“I’m going to die here,” you whisper, almost stunned by your own words. “Of course this happened to me. Of course, knowing my luck. My life is just a string of bad RNG. And now in a game that would have me killed in less than a second!”

Your knees feel unsteady. The nausea creeps in like a slow wave, curling into your gut. Rover silently stands beside you, So completely unaware that you are currently having a mental breakdown in HD 4K resolution.

Maybe he knows but doesn't want to interrupt, ah, you are too far gone to think about that. You inhale shakily, Try to joke it off. “Haha, yeah, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you whisper but Your voice cracks.

Cool. Cool. Everything is fine.

You stare at him, Then you ask, “Have you met Cartethyia yet?”

He tilts his head. “...Who?”

You laugh. It’s the kind that sounds like it’s trying to crawl its way out of your throat, a panicky exhale.

You start mumbling.

“Montelli family… yeah, you’re supposed to team up with Carlotta. There’s this whole bit where you join the Troupe of Fools? Fight against Phrolova but make it look like a carnival performance. And then you receive the Laurel from Cartethyia, the Maiden. You meet her when she is dancing on water.”

You rub your temple, your brain short-circuiting, You crouch on the ground, slowly curling in on yourself, arms tightening around your knees.

“I don’t want to die,” you whisper, too soft. “I don’t even know how to hold a sword. I can’t fight monsters. I can’t run.”

Seeing someone fall, Rover quickly ran to help the said person. He had noticed you long before you realized he was watching.

Not just the way you stood awkwardly in this world—your posture not matching the other inhabitants, not aligning with the rhythm of this reality—but the way your eyes followed him. That slow trail of longing, like your gaze held a history no one had written yet.

He sees people look at him all the time. Wanting something. Needing something. Dressing up desperation in flattery.

But you blinked at him like someone seeing a memory in flesh. Like someone who couldn’t quite believe he existed. And then—“I love you.”

The words landed with a sincerity so bare, so vulnerable, it made his breath still for half a second.

Not lust. Not seduction. No angled smile or slanted voice. Just a truth, trembling at the base of your tongue, so unfiltered it didn’t even wait for permission.

His mind locked onto you like a puzzle piece with edges that didn’t match anything else in the box.

Flirting—he’d seen it all. It was currency here, like pain or adrenaline. Everyone tried it. A hand brushed too long, a compliment too smooth, a feigned stumble into his chest. It was the unspoken agreement of survivors: flatter the strong, and they might protect you.

He’d grown immune to it. So when you said you loved him?

He waited for the follow-up. The manipulation. The ask. The trade. But it never came.

You just stood there, awkward and pink in the cheeks, with eyes darting like you regretted speaking too loudly in church.

He noted the way you bit your lip, then tried to backtrack. The fumble of your fingers, the way you kept glancing away like maybe if you looked somewhere else long enough, time would rewind itself and un-say what you’d said.

Cute. He found you cute.

He’d catalogued emotions a thousand times. Studied expressions for lies, eyes for betrayal, postures for threat.

But yours didn't fit any category.

And then came the dump.

The babble of a girl who knew too much. Who said names like passwords, dropped references like prophecy.

At first, he assumed you were delirious. Shell shock, maybe. Madness. The kind that comes after a concussion, you did appear out of nowhere from the sky.

But the more you spoke, the more specific it all became.

You told him he was a character. That you had played through this world, and he was at the center of it.

He didn’t believe it.

But the clarity of your voice, the ache in it, the precision with which you whispered names—it didn’t match a lie. It matched conviction.

He stored it. Like a tracker tagging something rare. Slid the information into a mental folder and filed it next to things he wasn’t supposed to understand yet.

Later. He’d circle back to it later.

He watched as your body began to tremble. As you sank into yourself, shoulders hunched, head bowed like the weight of this world and the other one you came from had finally crashed together.

“You’re still alive, see,” Rover finally spoke, making you look up at him from your knees. He crouched down beside you again.

“Let me help you. We should definitely go somewhere safer. The forest is filled with TDs.”

Offering you his hand again, he watched as you stared at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’ll ask Zani to accommodate a place for you to stay. It seems you’ve lost your way.”

You blink rapidly. Rover watched you with a calm, unreadable gaze, waiting for you to take his hand. It seemed you had finally calmed down—or perhaps he’d distracted you—because the last trembles of your meltdown were fading.

“So,” he said, voice smooth like worn velvet, giving you a small smile. “What is your name?”

You, still high off panic and full simp-mode, blurted, “You can call me your wife.”

Instant regret. Your eyes went wide. “Wait, I didn’t mean—I mean—I don’t mind if you do, but I didn’t mean to—oh god, I’m making this worse—sorry—ah, I’ll stop!”

You buried your face in your hands, wanting the ground to open up and swallow your simp soul. “Forget I said anything. Please.”

Rover couldn’t help the amused glint in his eyes. He wanted to test something. The edge of his voice dipped, smooth and amused, just enough to tilt the world sideways.

“...Would you tell me your name, or should I start calling you ‘my wife’ ?”

You squealed internally. Your soul left your body. Your mind short-circuited. “That would be nice,” you said in a dazed whisper.

Rover chuckled softly. You were quite fun to tease.

Your eyes flew open. “Ah! No! I mean—sorry! My name is [Name]!”

You finally took his hand as he helped you stand. You let go quickly, already embarrassed and internally cringing at your slip-ups. You wanted to keep your fangirling side locked up, so you took a step away from him.

“I’ll guide you back to Ragunna City and help you settle,” Rover said, already walking ahead.

You stayed frozen in place.

Noticing you weren’t following, Rover glanced back. “Stay close,” he said calmly.

Startled, stumbling a bit before quickly jogging to catch up, falling into step beside him.

Oh god. You are so fucked.

You and Rover have been walking for… you don’t even know how long. Not to mention, as you two were walking out of the forest, there were so many TDs that attacked. Thank god Rover took care of all of them, and you were happily cheering him on from the back.

The misfortunate situation is not lost on you, knowing how your luck is, you were kinda expecting to run into more trouble after that. But this journey so far has been peaceful, and now you really don’t want to jinx it.

Oh, thinking about how peaceful it is might jinx it. I should stop. You shake your head to dispel the thought.

The weather’s nice too. Sunny, but not too much. The clouds, thick, cottony ones, hide the sun occasionally. Just the right kind of sky to take a walk and touch some grass.

Reaching a set of stone stairs, you notice a Resonance Nexus nearby. Rinascita Nexuses are shaped like the lower part of a fish’s tail, it’s unique. And on your left side… is a cave. A very dark one.

“Do you know this place?” Rover’s smooth voice comes from just beside you, making you snap out of your daze.

“Umm… I don’t know much of the map of Rinascita since I just started playing and then got dumped here. Well, I already know about the port part, where Brant and his crew leave you and then you meet Zani. I think… My memory’s a little fuzzy. Wait, no! You meet Phoebe first… now that I think more about it, you meet an NPC called Cristopopo. No, um… what was his name?”

You ramble on, words slipping faster than your common sense.

“Cristoforo…” Rover answers, his eyes narrowing as he watches you with a sharpened gaze. “How did you know all this?”

At first, he chalked off your ramblings as a possible concussion response. But now? You know how he arrived here. Who he met. Too much, actually. All of this is starting to feel very suspicious.

“Because I was the one behind the screen, Rover!” you chuckle, then pause.

Wait…Your brain stutters. Shouldn’t I be hiding the fact that I know too much? I’ve seen enough isekai anime to know this is a red flag move.

“Oh shit…” You slowly meet Rover’s gaze and smile as innocently as possible. “I am a normal human… who’s a little crazy. Yep! I think I actually got a concussion by falling from the sky! Weird… hahaha…”

You laugh nervously, trying to lighten the mood, where was your common sense when you needed it the most?!

But those golden eyes, glint with something unreadable. The air suddenly feels thick with tension.

Rover nods slowly, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “This is the way to the city square.” he says, pointing toward the cave.

…?No way. If you remember correctly, this actually leads to the Cathedral—the Order’s base.

Still, you follow him into the cave. He walks a few steps ahead while you lag behind. It’s dim, lit only by candles on either side, on the ground, shadows licking the stone walls. The air is cold and damp.

It’s so dark that if someone were to murder anyone in here… no one would know.

You chuckle to yourself.

Imagine if Rover brought you here to murder you because you’re suspicious. Hahaha… funny.

Rover pauses mid-step as if he heard that thought.

You freeze.

He turns to look at you and you swear his eyes are glowing.

“There are stone stairs up ahead. I think I should guide you from here, knowing how you can trip unprompted.” he says, offering his hand.

Aw, how nice! But wait, did he just make fun of you?

Eh, whatever. You can’t focus on that when Rover just remembered something so trivial about you! Your heart does a little flip as you take his hand without hesitation.

He helps you walk down the stairs, and the cave opens into a half-balcony area. From here, you can see the structure of the place more clearly.

There’s an opening to your left where the stairs lead down to a wide area with a fountain in the center. Another balcony lies to the right, and what looks like an elevator structure stands to the left.

Oh! you know this place.

“Rover! This is the Cathedral area, not the city square. The elevator leads down to the entrance of the Cathedral and…”

You walk to the balcony that overlooks the Cathedral’s massive dome.

“And I remember doing an Echo Challenge: Flight VI here!”

You turn to face Rover. “So why did you—” Your voice dies inside your throat as you see the look on his face.

He’s smiling, The I-just-confirmed-my-suspicion kind of smile.

And he looks so hot.

“…you know a lot more than you let on,” he says, casually.

You raise both your hands in surrender. “Look, I’m from another universe who got dropped into this one out of nowhere! And then I met my future husb—”

Rover raises an eyebrow. You panic and pivot mid-sentence.

“I mean, I told you everything I know! I’m no threat! I can’t even fight or anything!”

You’re really selling this like a bad NPC, and the delivery is getting desperate. A true Oscar performance.

Rover nods again, as if still processing your info. Then he lifts his chin toward the landscape. “That’s Ragunna City. But you already know that, don’t you?”

You look out across the scenery. In the game, it’s beautiful but in real life? It’s stunning.

“Are we gonna take the elevator, then a boat to the city?” you ask, excited.

“No,” Rover says. And suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you.

You gulp.

His eyelashes are so long. His lips look kissable as hell

Focus!

“—Ready?”

“Huh?”

Before you can even process it, Rover’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close as he jumps off the balcony.

His Flight wings appear just in time, catching the wind, and the two of you are soaring through the air. The wind rushes past you, your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

Down below, the city opens up in all its glory. It’s breathtaking.

Rover lands gracefully on the city square, letting go of you immediately. You wobble, regaining your footing, eyes wide.

“You should’ve warned me first!” you exclaim. “But that was awesome! It’s such a bummer you can only use this utility in Rinascita and not in Huanglong.”

Rover frowns slightly, but then smirks. “I did tell you we were about to fly down to the city square.” He leans closer to your eye level. “Seems like, you were lost in that head of yours.”

Ugh. This man. Why is he so……illegally attractive?

Ragunna City in all its glory, where the architecture immediately captivates with its harmonious blend of form and function. Buildings rise in warm hues of beige, ivory, and terracotta, their facades adorned with intricate carvings and ornate balconies that seem like something straight out of a dream.

Canals weave through the city like veins, crossed by arched stone bridges that connect various districts. Along these waterways, colonnaded walkways provide shaded paths, their columns supporting overhanging terraces lush with greenery.

"Wow!" You’re blown away by how breathtaking the city is. “It’s about time Zani called…” Rover murmurs just as his terminal rings.

“Unfortunately, bad news, I did connect with the places around, but there aren’t any rooms available in any of the hotels in the city,” Zani says over the call. Rover had asked her if she could arrange a room for you.

What surprises you more is that Rover didn’t mention a single thing about how he found you, where you're from, or any of your wildly suspicious ramblings. He simply stated you were someone important to him and that Zani should treat you like she treats him.

Weird… but you don’t dwell on it.

“I’ve told some of my people to keep searching. This is uncanny to say the least,” Zani continues, and Rover hums in response.

“If we can’t find anything,” Rover says, turning his gaze to you and calling your name, “you can stay with me.”

You blink. Spending a night with Rover? In a room? Alone?! Count me in.

After the call ends, you’re busy ogling the streets—your eyes wide as you try to soak everything in.

“Would you like to look around the city?” Rover asks, voice smooth as silk.

“Can we?! Don’t you have to, like… go meet the head of the Montelli family? Maybe a certain troop of fools to plan the Carnival performance?”

There you go again, digging your own grave with the shovel. Might as well throw in a few flowers while you’re at it, because Rover is clearly locked onto you again.

“…”

“Ah—I would love to! Let’s look around the city!” you shout, immediately speed-walking toward the Tub Tacet Discord to distract him.

“Hey Rover, she is very suspicious…”

“Shh…Abby, now is not a good time.”

Rover simply follows, letting you lead the way, subtly steering you through the city like he’s indulging you… or observing. Either way, you're too thrilled to care.

The shops are narrow but deep, with arched doorways and canvas shades overhead. The lighting is dim but golden, bouncing off copper lanterns and polished wood counters. Markets are open-air, scattered through the city like hidden gems.

You’re definitely enjoying yourself. Doesn’t this feel like...a date?

And to think—your mother luck has finally shown up for you, because nothing bad has happened so far. This whole exploration? Solid 10/10.

“I won’t be coming back to the hotel tonight, so the room’s all yours. I have some things to take care of. We might see each other in the morning.” Rover says as the two of you finally arrive at the hotel he’s staying at.

Might…? You blink. Right, it’s probably the quest time. Maybe he’s off to meet the Troop of Fools or something. It is nighttime, after all.

“We won’t see each other in the morning?” you ask, the disappointment slipping out before you can stop it.

“Maybe, maybe not. It Depends.” Rover gives you a smile and with that, Rover walks off after handing you the room key.

You enter the room and plop onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. So tired. Your legs are aching like you walked across the entire map. Rolling back and forth on the mattress, you try to find a comfortable position.

“I wonder… why didn’t Abby appear when I met Rover? In the Rinascita quest, Abby was always out and about…”

With that final thought, sleep takes you, deep and heavy, completely unaware that, somewhere out there, you had already slipped beneath their skin, settled into their thoughts.

The next morning, you're already up and about, practically skipping through the sun-dappled streets of Ragunna City. How could you not? You're in the world of Wuthering Waves! The most logical thing to do? Soak in every glorious detail.

Well, after that nervous breakdown yesterday, you’ve come up with a brilliant idea—you're going to settle in Ragunna City, find a job, and live a comfortable life, far away from the wild and hostile Tacet Discords.

You gasp, the memory of the Phrolova fight and its breathtaking cutscene flooding back. Oh. My. God. You're so ready.

You race toward the gathering crowd, the air buzzing with anticipation. Brant sits atop a high platform. But where's Rover? Maybe he's with Carlotta, preparing for the performance.

Suddenly, red petals begin to drift from above, catching the sunlight as they fall. You look up, and there she is.

Phrolova.

Your heart skips a beat. The sky parts like a curtain, revealing a scene that's both eerie and mesmerizing. The atmosphere is tinged with an otherworldly aura, sending a thrill down your spine.

The crowd's cheers swell as Phrolova begins to speak, her voice resonating through the square. She gracefully settles onto a circular hoop suspended in the air, exuding an ethereal elegance.

It's about to begin!!!

You watch, enraptured, as Carlotta and Rover take the stage, battling wave after wave of Tacet Discords. Brant narrates the scene like a grand play, his words weaving the action into a captivating story.

The climax arrives with a burst of fireworks as Rover slices through Phrolova's wand with his scythe. He lands on the stage, the remnants of Phrolova's domain dissipating around him. A laurel materializes, crowning his head.

You're practically bouncing with joy. Witnessing this in real life is beyond anything you could have imagined. It's absolutely magnificent.

Suddenly, a feeling wraps around you like a hug, it's suffocating.

You feel Eyes on you.

You glance around and find Rover staring directly at you, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There's something in his gaze, so unnerving.

Instinctively, you feel an urge to hide, to escape those hauntingly beautiful eyes.

Without thinking, you turn and weave through the crowd, slipping into the narrow alleys of Ragunna City, your heart pounding in your chest.

After the Carnival, Rover walks into the hotel, footsteps soft on the polished floors. He’s greeted instantly.

“Mister Rover, another room has been prepared for you. Here’s the key,” the receptionist says with a practiced smile.

He smiles back, taking it without a word, fingers curling around the cool metal. Once inside his suite, the door clicks shut behind him.

Not a single thought passed through his head, just the static buzz of your voice echoing in some unreachable corner of his mind.

With a heavy exhale, he dropped down onto the edge of the bed. he sat with both feet planted wide on the ground, knees spread, forearms resting atop them.

One hand slid through his hair, slow, rough, pulling at the strands like he could rake the thoughts from his skull.

“I’m in the fucking game.”

“Have you met Cartethyia yet?”

“Montelli family… yeah, you’re supposed to team up with Carlotta. There’s this whole bit where you join the Troupe of Fools? Fight against Phrolova but make it look like a carnival performance. And then you receive the Laurel from Cartethyia, the Maiden. You meet her when she is dancing on water.”

“Umm… I don’t know much of the map of Rinascita since I just started playing and then got dumped here. Well, I already know about the port part, where Brant and his crew leave you and then you meet Zani. I think… My memory’s a little fuzzy. Wait, no! You meet Phoebe first… now that I think more about it, you meet an NPC called Cristopopo. No, um… what was his name?”

“But that was awesome! It’s such a bummer you can only use this utility in Rinascita and not in Huanglong.”

“Because I am the one behind the screen, Rover.”

Your previous conversations loop around in that big brain of Rover's. He rests his chin on his clasped hands, elbows propped on his knees, eyes glued to the wall.

The pulse in his temple beats a little too hard.

“She said I’m a character,” he whispered, eyes narrowing. “This world isn’t real.”

A sharp breath rattled into his lungs as he closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly, as if listening to some whisper only he could hear.

“She knows Huanglong. She knows Rinascita. She talks like she has known me since the beginning of my journey...”

“I love you.”

The moment it replayed in his mind, something fractured beneath the surface.

Abby burst from the Tacet mark, crackling into the air with a spark of gold light. “What if all she’s saying is nonsense?”

It pouted when Rover didn't say anything. “Rover, don’t we have to meet Carlotta, Brant and Roccia for the celebration tomorrow? Let's just sleep!”

He didn’t move. His eyes were still on the wall, still seeing the shape of your smile in the cracks of the paint.

“Abby… what’s her frequency like?”

Abby blinked, startled by the question. “Eh? I mean—it’s normal. Kind of weirdly low, actually. But it’s got this… this vibe to it. Hard to explain.”

Abby floated in slow, thoughtful circles, frowning in concentration. “It just feels…”

Rover’s gaze finally broke from the wall, softening when turning to Abby.

“Out of this world!” Abby said suddenly, snapping its little paw-fingers. “That’s it!”

He nodded. “Otherworldly,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then his voice dropped. “Can you absorb her?”

Abby jerked in mid-air, appalled. “Ew! No! She’s sweet! Like aggressively sweet! I’d get indigestion.”

A slow exhale left Rover’s mouth. He stood without another word, walking to the door, movement fluid, like the weight of his thoughts no longer held him down.

“Will we go to the party tomorrow?” Abby zipped after him, in an excited spiral. “Umm..where are we going?”

Rover nods, smiling softly at Abby. “Yes we will. For now I just need some fresh air.” Abby floats beside his shoulder. “What about the strange girl?”

He pauses at the threshold, a shadow stretching long behind him from the hallway lights.

“I must keep her close.”

You weave through the streets, your steps slowing to a casual stroll despite the frantic beat of your heart.

It felt like… no, you don’t want to finish that thought.

There’s no reason to. Rover would never—he’s gentle, thoughtful, the kind of man who's Carring and always waits for your answer. He’s your Rover.

The sun has long dipped below the skyline, shadows stretching like claws across the cobblestones. The streets are lit by eerie blue lamps, that give off that weird hypnotic sound.

The occasional flutter of a curtain from open windows, or the low creak of Ragunna City's buildings, the distinct sound of people are the only thing keeping you company, You have walked towards the empty part of the city.

You’re not walking with any direction, just letting your feet take you through the winding alleys, marveling at how this place feels so much like Rome. So beautiful, so rich with history and yet, so easy to get lost in.

The wind howls through the upper levels, curling around the rooftops like a predator circling in silence.

And then it hits you, that feeling. That dreadful, skin-prickling, breath-snatching feeling. Something is watching you.

You lift your gaze, heartbeat stalling.

Two glowing purple orbs, blink into existence atop a rooftop. They shift, jump, moving roof to roof, always staying just far enough to make you doubt…

but close enough that you know they’re watching. And they’re getting closer.

No. No, no, no.

One single word cuts through every thought Run.

And so you do.

You bolt through the city, panic clawing at your throat, your shoes skidding on the stone paths as you turn corner after corner, blindly sprinting down alleyways and corners that all look the same.

The wind behind you screams. You don’t dare look back. You don’t need to. The orbs are above you now, gliding overhead like phantoms. They’re keeping up, very easily.

Your lungs are burning. Your legs ache. But still, you run.

You make a sharp turn, too sharp and slam headfirst into something solid. You stagger back, the impact jarring your senses.

And in your dazed panic you hear the person in front of you whisper your name softly, Spoken like a question, and yet it cuts through your fear like a blade. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Rover!” you gasp, your voice a ragged mess of relief and exhaustion. “Oh thank god, Rover, I think I was being chased! There were these orbs, like, ghost things, jumping over rooftops!” You point up, frantic, your breath hitching.

But there’s nothing. Your outstretched finger trembles. You blink up at the empty rooftops.

Rover steps closer, brows furrowed with visible concern. “You didn’t return to the hotel,” he says, voice soft but serious. “I got a little worried…”

The way he says it, that makes guilt wrap tightly around your chest. You hadn’t thought about that. You’d gotten so swept up in the fear of getting away from him, but he was the only one who came to your rescue.

Before you can respond, a sharp, slightly indignant voice cuts in.

"Meh! She better have a good explanation! You wasted my precious time!"

Your heart leaps with recognition.

“Abby!!” you squeal, spotting the tiny, cat-like Echo floating indignantly beside Rover’s shoulder.

You lunge forward and scoop it into your arms before it can float away, smothering it in your excitement. “Oh my god, you're so fluffy in real life! You’re adorable! So cute!!”

“Let. Me. Go!” Abby grumbles, squirming and kicking its little limbs in protest. It floats upward with an angry wobble as soon as you loosen your grip, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.

You pout. “Ok, ok sorry! I know I didn’t ask before hugging you but I got hit with cuteness aggression! You can’t hold that against me.”

The little Echo huffs and sticks its tongue out at you without missing a beat, you stick yours right back.

Rover watches the interaction in silence, noticing how easy it is to distract you.… but that earlier intensity still lingers at the very edges of his expression.

After that long, nightmare-like night, you returned to the hotel with Rover. Morning came too soon, walking out of your room you catch a glimpse of familiar dark fabric moving past you, Your heart jumps.

Quickly, You follow him along the hallway, Rover is already walking ahead, his silhouette framed by golden light from the lobby windows.

“Rover!” you call out, voice echoing softly across the corridor.

He pauses mid-step, turning just slightly. That warm, boyish smile spreads across his face—“Good Morning.” and that breathy softness of his tone. The kind that makes your chest squeeze painfully and your legs feel weak.

It’s stupid how fast he can do that to you.

You greet him back with enthusiasm, falling into step beside him, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. It's too early to be simping again, gotta make your brain think of something else.

“You know, I was thinking... I’m going to stay in Ragunna City. Maybe get a job, settle in a bit. That way I don’t have to run into any Tacet Discords...and honestly...I really don’t want to learn how to fight.”

Rover’s eyes flick toward you as he opens the front entrance of the hotel. The door glides smoothly, and he holds it open without a word, letting you step through first.

“That’s smart thinking,” he murmurs, and for a second, you swear there’s something weightier behind his tone.

Your heart does a flip. Rover just called me smart. He thinks I’m smart! Heh!

You glance up at him, beaming, but the smile on his face has vanished. He’s watching you now. A stillness in him, like the air before lightning strikes.

“But,” he says slowly, and starts walking again, now the two of you are walking down the streets. “You told me about what happened last night… and it sounds like Ragunna City might not be as safe as you think.”

You blink at him. “Wait… you believe me?” The shock is real, raw. You hadn’t expected him to take your words seriously.

He stops walking and Turns. His golden eyes meet yours, catching the sunlight just right, there’s a glimmer in them that feels too sharp to be soft, too intense to be gentle.

“Yes, I do,” he says, voice smooth, measured. “Every single word since we met… I’ve believed you.” He leans in slightly, lowering his tone to something quieter, something softer that curls beneath your skin. “You wouldn’t have a reason to lie to me. Right?”

There’s no threat in his voice. None at all. Only kindness. Too much kindness. It floods over you, sweet and heavy. You gulp.

But then you see it. That unwavering focus in his eyes. Like he’s not just hearing you but memorizing every syllable, and every feature of yours.

Still, your smile returns, hesitant but hopeful. He believed you, About the ghost. You weren’t crazy, and somehow that felt like everything.

“Yep! I was serious about that.” you say, a little breathless. “Thank you.”

Right then, his terminal buzzes.

But Rover doesn’t reach for it immediately, His eyes linger on you, longer than necessary, longer than what should be polite. like the interruption has offended him somehow.

Only when the buzzing repeats does he finally pick it up.

“Were you awake, Rover? I trust you had a restful sleep?” a woman’s voice purrs from the other end.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the squeal building in your throat, eyes going wide. Oh my god. It's Carlotta! This is it! This is where he goes to meet with Brant, Roccia. You're practically vibrating with excitement, quietly giggling into your hand like a lovesick person.

“Psst! What are you giggling about!?” a tiny voice snaps beside you.

You blink, turn your head and flinch. “Abby!? When did you get out of Rover’s Tacet mark? You’re still weak, you shouldn’t be out!”

Abby floats right into your face, squinting suspiciously. “You’re weird. You know things only me and Rover should know. I’m watching you.” It squints harder, doing the two fingers motion from its eyes to yours, then promptly zips back into Rover’s Tacet mark like a gremlin vanishing into shadow.

The call ends with a soft beep.

Rover turns back to you, but there’s something unreadable in his gaze, like he’s thinking too much. Or not thinking at all. “Don’t mind Abby,” he says. “Would you like to come with me?”

You blink. “Where?”

He raises an eyebrow, as his lips quirk up slightly. “You already know the answer. So why ask?”

You huff, flustered, watching as Rover turns his back to you, walking ahead with a casual confidence. Like he already knows you’ll follow.

The space you arrive in is open and tastefully decorated, big plush couches arranged around a low table, soft lighting casting warm glows over the area.

And your breath catches.

Because there they are—Brant, Carlotta, and Roccia. In the flesh. Living, breathing, talking. Not just pixels or dialogue boxes. You practically light up, your eyes going wide and sparkling like you’ve stepped into a dream made real.

You barely register the soft click of Rover’s boots behind you.

He watches you. Watches the way your mouth parts just a little in awe, the way your body angles forward in excitement.

He drinks in every detail like he’s parched...

but it’s not enough. Because for the first time since you met… you’re not looking at him.

You’re looking at them.

And he doesn’t like it.

Not one bit.

There’s a weight in his chest, something sharp and unfamiliar. A prickling tightness blooming behind his ribs like thorns.

He clears his throat softly, a warning disguised in civility.

You blink, glancing back at him. He’s smiling But something in his eyes is off.

Rover gestures toward the trio and some other people from the troop of fools with a tilt of his head, silently urging you forward. You step ahead with a nervous bounce, and he trails just behind you.

His eyes never leave you.

Not even for a second.

“Raise your glasses! Shout it loud, friends! To us! To the carneval! And to our very own Laureate!” Brant cheered, his voice a bit too loud and his steps more than a little wobbly. He looked absolutely wasted, swaying on his feet as he raised his drink high into the air with a proud grin.

You paused, standing just a few feet away from him, trying not to let your expression reveal the internal screeching happening inside your head. Rover stepped forward slightly, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed yours. “Please, stop,” he murmured. “You’re making me feel embarrassed.”

Brant gave Rover a sloppy, closed-eyed smile, completely unbothered by the scolding. Then his gaze shifted and landed on you and he lit up like a firework. “Oh! The Laureate's Maiden!” he exclaimed, voice cracking with excitement as he stumbled a little. “You were the one Rover left so early for, aren't you?”

He extended his drink toward you in a cheerful toast, and you froze. Your heart practically stuttered at the title, ‘Laureate’s Maiden.’ The words echoed in your mind like a prophecy.

Rover said nothing. He only lifted a hand to his forehead while shaking his head.

Carlotta’s sharp, observant eyes flicked toward you in curiosity. Meanwhile, Roccia leaned in toward her and whispered, “He’s drunk again,” before offering you a small, apologetic smile, in her shy demeanor.

You were losing your goddamn mind.

You stood there, barely holding it together, silently screaming. You were watching Brant be an absolute mess, Roccia being adorable, and Carlotta giving you the “I see you” stare. And then it hit you again how real everything is.

Your inner fangirl was one step away from combusting.

You felt it building up—your excitement almost boiling over your lips.

A hand wrapped around your wrist.

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with Rover’s. His face didn’t betray much, but the look in his golden eyes was enough—sharp, steady, and entirely too aware of what was happening inside you.

Somehow, he knew.

That you were about to slip, about to fangirl out loud and shatter the whole illusion. You didn’t even get how, but he caught it. As if he was tuned to your every breath.

You swallowed your squeal and took a deep, steadying breath. Then gave him a small, sheepish nod.

But he didn’t let go of your wrist and you could feel it in the pressure of his touch, the way he refused to release you.

Carlotta’s gaze softened, her attention drifting from Rover’s hand on you to your expression.

She smiled, and looked down for a moment, then patted the empty space beside her on the couch. It wasn’t direct, no announcement or fanfare, but the invitation was clear in her casual, elegant way. Just a subtle gesture, as if saying; Come sit. Let’s talk. You’re welcome here.

Carlotta rose gracefully, lifting her glass with a quiet confidence that commanded attention. “A toast, everyone!” she called, her voice ringing clear across the space. “drink freely and celebrate without restraint—everything’s on me.”

A ripple of cheers followed, glasses raised, laughter blooming in the air like fireworks.

You giggled to yourself, heart warm, eyes sparkling as the atmosphere buzzed around you. Slipping from Rover’s grasp—fingers parting with a reluctant drag—you moved to sit beside Carlotta on the plush sofa, feeling a soft thrill.

Carlotta turned to you, her expression calm but kind. “Welcome,” she said smoothly, folding one leg over the other. “You’re Rover’s special person. You’ll be treated as such.”

Your chest gave a small, involuntary flutter. You blinked at her, caught off guard by her directness. “Ah—Thank you! Um… but I don’t know about being special…” Your voice trailed into a mumble as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks heating. “I want to be, though…”

Carlotta tilted her head, repeating your words with an airy lilt, “You’re not?” a flicker of relief, so subtle it almost slipped past you.

Before you could open your mouth and spill something mortifying —your unfiltered thoughts like, ‘Rover's fingers felt like silk ropes and I think I stopped breathing for three seconds’—a sudden shift interrupted.

Rover moved, Just strode forward and sat himself directly between you and Carlotta, his body sliding into the space. His shoulder pressed lightly against yours, and you had no choice but to scoot slightly to the side—caught off guard by the smoothness of the maneuver.

Carlotta blinked in mild surprise, eyebrows raising ever so slightly. Your own eyes widened too. The tension was brief but palpable, like the quiet before a lightning strike.

Carlotta adjusted her posture with ease and offered no protest. She simply redirected the flow of conversation, her tone shifting into something professional as she began discussing details about the event.

Rover and Carlotta kept talking, their tones low and deliberate as Roccia chimed in now and then. You stayed quiet, content to observe. but the heat at your side was impossible to ignore.

Rover’s leg brushed against yours, now settled there, beside yours. His hand settled near his knee, close enough that you felt the weight of it, even without touch. There was less to no distance between you two.

Whatever that gesture meant, it was received. Even the Order’s acolyte, who was spying from afar noticed it.

No one would approach you. Not now. Not with him right there.

It would be reported to Primus, an unexpected detail they’d soon turn into a calculated advantage.

You’re alone again.

The wind cuts soft against your skin as you stand on the balcony—that balcony. The one Rover brought you to the cave opened up into a place, Order's Cathedral.

He got summoned by the Primus. Some urgent request, diplomatic bullshit. You didn’t want to go inside. So you told him you’d wait here—where it all began. Where you both first touched Regunna’s sky.

The elevator hums behind you.

Ding.

“Excuse me, Miss. Are you with Rover?”

You blink, caught mid-thought. When you turn, you find an acolyte standing just a few feet away, the fountain splashing steadily behind him.

“Yes?” you say slowly, confused. Why the hell is one of them talking to you?

“With the Primus’ request, we’d like to give you a tour of the Order’s wildlife.”

Huuuh!?

You stare at him, deadpan. “Does Rover know about this?”

He doesn’t answer, Instead, his hand appears from behind his back, holding out a bouquet. A beautiful one. Flowers in shades that don’t exist in Regunna’s natural palette, arranged like a bribe wrapped in silk.

“For you, my lady,” he says with a thin smile. “A gift from the Primus. As a welcome.”

Huuuuuuuhhhhh?!

You feel your social anxiety flare like a damn solar flare. You grab the bouquet on instinct just to make this weirdo stop looking at you. The scent hits you immediately—sweet, heady, with something underneath, Faint and Strange.

Rot?

No. It’s not bad. Just…

“Would you please follow me?”

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to.

You want to ask more questions. Call Rover. Push this guy into the railing and run. But your body… it’s moving. Feet light, legs slow, floating forward.

The bouquet trembles in your hands.

Your throat tightens. “Ro...ver…” you try, but your mouth opens soundlessly. Not a whisper, not a wheeze. Nothing.

Inside, you’re screaming. You are begging for your voice. For control of your body.

Help me.

But all you can do is follow.

You’re in a field now.

Wide, open, The sky is dimmer here. Or maybe you’re imagining it. You blink—your vision sharpens. The man’s walking away, saying nothing. His silhouette fades into the distant treeline like he was never there.

And just like that, you drop the bouquet.

It hits the ground with a soft thump, and suddenly—it’s like you can breathe again. Like some part of your soul just clawed its way back into your chest.

Your hands shake.

“That bastard,” you hiss, furious. You want to run back, grab someone—anyone—by the collar and scream at them, What the fuck was that?!

But… who would believe you?

Then a voice, warm and steady, echoes in your memory.

“Every single word since we met… I’ve believed you.”

Rover.

Your breath hitches. Yeah. He would believe you.

But first, you need to get the hell out of here.

You spin around, scanning the field. You don’t even know where you are. There’s grass. Rocks. A distant shimmer of trees. You have no idea which way is back to the city. And of course, the second you realize how alone you are, The air shifts.

It gets cold. And then you hear it. Skittering. Growling. Clicking. Then, like stars in a nightmare sky, they appear—one by one. Tacet Discords...At least twenty of them.

All shapes. All sizes. Some teddy bear like. Some Grotesque silhouettes against the horizon—elongated limbs, blinking eyes, wet jaws, razor-wings.

The air hums with primal danger.

Your heart drops straight into your gut.

“Nonononono! fuck me sideways...” you breathe, taking a shaky step back.

Then they move, Fast. All at once. You run.

There’s no plan. No direction. Just sheer, animal panic. You dodge a spiked tail that slams into the ground where you stood a second ago. The impact makes the earth tremble, and you scream—loud, raw.

Your luck is absolute shit—no, scratch that, it's cosmically cursed. You were having such a good time.

And now? Thrown into this mess.

Funny how things go to hell the moment Rover isn’t by your side. When he’s around, your luck feels blessed, like the universe has your back. The second he’s gone? Boom—chaos and now apparently a welcoming bouquet laced with “fuck-you” energy.

Branches whip at your arms as you dive into whatever passes for cover here—rocks, shallow dips, ruins of something ancient and forgotten. You keep going, because stopping means dying.

You trip once. Twice. A claw nearly catches your ankle. You don’t look back.

Your legs burn. Your lungs are begging for mercy.

Your brain is just screaming: You’re going to die here.

You’re not built for this. You never trained. You’re not a Resonator. You don’t belong in the middle of a Tacet Discord bloodbath.

All you have is your decent sense of sarcasm, and what you hope is enough spite to fuel your survival.

“Great!” you shout breathlessly. “This is fantastic! You guys didn't even ask me on a date and now I’m on the fucking menu?!”

A Tacet Discord shrieks behind you in response. You scream back, middle finger raised in pure survival-mode insanity.

They’re everywhere. Every direction you turn..You can't outrun them. You know that.

But you’ll damn well try.

Because dying like this—alone, devoured in the dirt like trash?

Not on your list of acceptable Tuesday activities, wait is it Tuesday here? Nevermind.

And if you’re going down... at least one of these freaks is gonna have indigestion afterward.

The air is thick with dread.

Your legs are jelly, lungs burning, and the cacophony of Tacet Discords closing in is deafening. Each breath feels like a countdown to oblivion.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierces the gloom.

A shockwave erupts, sending Tacet Discords flying like ragdolls. The ground trembles beneath you, and for a moment, the world holds its breath.

From the epicenter of the blast, a figure emerges—Rover.

But this isn't the Rover you know. His eyes blaze with an otherworldly light, and an aura of raw power radiates from him. The very air around him seems to bend, acknowledging his dominance.

He moves with lethal grace, each step purposeful. With a mere gesture, he summons ethereal weapons, dispatching Tacet Discords with surgical precision. The creatures, once so terrifying, have become his playthings.

His eyes glow—brighter than the stars, colder than space.

The frequency thickens around him like a cloak of shadows alive and hungry. His Spectro resonance still hums at the core, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat like a ticking bomb.

In a blur of movement, Rover twists—hand slicing the TDs clean and efficiently, like a surgeon cutting through rotten flesh.

More surround him. A pulse of Havoc ignites—Dark Surge expanding. He warps forward, vanishing for a half second—then reappears behind them mid-spin, hurling his scythe from both hands. The Tacet Discords shudder before collapsing, torsos sliced clean.

You blink—and two more Tacet Discords have already fallen. You can’t even see how he did it.

You sigh in relief but damn it, he looks terrifyingly hot. That dark gleam in his eyes, the effortless precision, the sheer dominance in every move…

Yeah, you’re shaken, but a part of you? Still hopelessly down bad.

The adrenaline drains from your body like a snapped string. You can finally let go, but your limbs tremble uncontrollably. Now that the fear has passed, your body finally realizes just how close you came to dying.

A sharp crunch pulls your attention up.

Rover steps forward, walking toward your crouched form with slow, steady steps. The ground doesn’t quake beneath him anymore, and that unbearable frequency that had screamed around him moments ago has vanished. The pressure lifts.

Your Rover is back.

You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, heart pounding like a war drum as you watch him approach. He crouches in front of you, and for a moment, it’s like déjà vu—just like when you first met. That same soft smile curves his lips, like the battlefield around you doesn’t exist.

He extends a hand.

That’s it. You can’t hold it in anymore.

Tears spill over your cheeks—hot, heavy, unstoppable. The sob rips from your throat before you can even stop it. You were going to die. You were so close to being torn apart and—

You don’t even register him moving until his arms are around you, pulling you into a firm, grounding hug.

You bury your face in his chest, fists clutching the undershirt beneath his jacket like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality.

One of his hands moves slowly over your back, tracing calming circles. The other cradles the back of your head gently, like you’re fragile glass and he’s terrified of cracking you.

And in that moment, you feel safe. Safe like never before. Not because the danger is gone.

But because he is here.

Your sobs have finally faded to sniffles. You rub your puffy eyes, shifting just a little away from his chest but still firmly in his embrace.

“I actually thought I was going to die,” you mutter, voice scratchy. “Like! I know I broke my personal record of staying alive for a week, which is amazing, but I still didn’t wanna die, you know?”

Rover hums softly, his gloved fingers gently threading through your hair. The motion is rhythmic, soothing. “You’re still alive,” he says, voice calm and warm. “See?” And there it is, that smile. Soft. Sweet. Heart-melting.

You’d fight twenty more Tacet Discords for that smile. Urm… hide behind him while he fights.

“Yeah… thanks to you,” you reply, trying to gently pry yourself from his hold.

Keyword: try.

His arms don’t budge.

“Rover… I think I’m okay now,” you laugh awkwardly. “We can head back to the city?”

You’re not sure why it came out as a question but somehow, when it comes to him, you feel like you need permission to even breathe.

Rover finally nods and lets go, though his eyes linger on you, scanning, calculating, checking every tiny tremble in your limbs.

You stand beside him, brushing dust off yourself as he steps ahead, leading the way. The silence is easy… until he speaks, like it’s casual small talk.

“I met with Primus. Can you guess what happened?”

He’s smiling, but... something’s off. You glance down and see his fists clenched so tight.

“Oh yeah!” you perk up, totally missing the tension. “I remember that quest—kind of. Doesn’t he like, talk in riddles about ‘The Maiden’ or whatever?”

You ramble, voice light and airy now, blissfully unaware that your words aren’t answering his question so much as distracting yourself.

“Mostly accurate, but he mentioned you as well. And threatened me, indirectly.”

You don’t notice how Rover’s gentle tone shifts—how frustration slips into the spaces between his words, how tightly he’s reining it in.

“Wait! Wait! Wait, what?! Am I ruining the plot?!” you blurt, wide-eyed. “No way! I don’t wanna get involved, nope. Rover, can you like—send me to Jinzhou? That place is super peaceful right now and it’d be perfect for me to start a new life in. Like then I won't have acolytes luring me into a place filled with Tds...”

Rover stops walking. There’s so much in your words that bugs him. The way you talk about leaving like it’s that simple...like he could ever let you go.

“So,” he mutters, as if confirming something to himself, “that’s what happened…”

Then louder, firm enough to cut through your spiral. “It’s okay. Nothing will happen to you.”

And he says it with such unshakable certainty, it doesn’t feel like reassurance, it feels like a threat to the universe itself. this is his vow to you.

You exhale. “Thank you…” The walk continues, and there’s a light brush of Rover’s hand against yours.

You hesitate, then test it, fingers creeping toward his, shy and slow. Like you’re asking a question without words.

And rather quickly, Rover answers.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, firm and grounding. No hesitation. Just his hand, holding yours, like he’s always meant to.

You grin to yourself, giggling inwardly like a little gremlin. Heheh, holding hands before marriage. How scandalous.

Well, you muse dramatically, we’ve held hands before… but this is different. This is sacred. Because I initiated it.

You beam with inner pride, your silly little heart puffing. Because yes, this moment matters. Because yes, you’re holding your husband’s hand.

Husband as in: you married him in your daydreams. Details, details.

As you and Rover entered Ragunna City again, you were immediately met with Carlotta. it seemed like she had been waiting for the two of you.

“Rover!” she called out, striding toward you both. Her expression brightened, then faltered the moment her gaze landed on you. Concern twisted across her face like a storm cloud. “Are you okay?! My goodness...”

“It was the Order,” Rover replied, his tone calm but clipped. Then, turning to Carlotta, he made a quiet request—asking for her help. His eyes found yours again. “I need to take care of something. Carlotta can be trusted, don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Your hands were still interlocked—his grip firm, grounding. Then, with a final squeeze, he let go and walked away, his figure disappearing like a tether snapping loose.

You turned to Carlotta, awkwardly brushing back your disheveled hair. “Um… sorry for how I look? I feel like I offended you somehow.”

Carlotta blinked, clearly startled. “No, no! Please, be at ease. As I said before—Rover’s special person will be treated with the utmost care and respect. Please, follow me.”

She led you to her estate and provided a guest room stocked with fresh clothes. After a soothing shower and a change into soft, clean fabric, you collapsed into the bed like a soul exorcised of fatigue.

It wasn’t long before a gentle knock on the door pulled you from your nap. “Come in!”

Carlotta entered, a composed smile on her face, followed by a butler carrying a silver tray. Your mouth practically watered on reflex. The far end of the room revealed a small table and chairs. The butler wordlessly placed the tray down and exited with the elegance of a ghost. Carlotta gestured for you to sit with her, settling into one of the chairs with regal ease.

You took the seat across from her, and she offered you a genuine smile. “Don’t mind me. Please, dig in.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The food was warm and familiar, like a safety blanket in edible form.

Finally relaxed, your guard temporarily down, you decided to bring up the thought that had been gnawing at your mind.

“So, I was thinking of going to Jinzhou. You know, that city in Huanglong...”

Carlotta tilted her head with interest, eyes glinting. “May I ask why?”

“I don’t feel safe in Ragunna City after the...” you hesitated, poking at your food, “You know... and Jinzhou is, like, very peaceful right now. A perfect place to not get attacked by anything!”

Carlotta nodded, leaning back and folding one leg over the other with the poise of a queen. “I can help you with that. Arrange transportation. I’ll make sure you arrive safely and are well taken care of once you’re inside the city.”

You gasped, hand pressed to your chest dramatically. “Omg! You would do that? Thank you so much!”

Carlotta nodded, her smile never faltering but her eyes held something calculating beneath the warmth. Of course, she had her own reasons. She was a woman of business, after all. And every investment had its return.

Carlotta had escorted you back to the hotel after receiving a message from Rover—he wouldn't be able to pick you up himself. You didn’t think much of it. Maybe he got caught up in something.

You made small talk with Carlotta.

Once you reached the hotel entrance, you turned to her with a small smile.

“Thanks... for walking with me. And for, well, everything,” you murmured, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

Carlotta smiled, her gaze softening. “Of course. Take care of yourself.”

You waved her goodbye, entering the building and making your way up the stairs, shoes clicking softly against the polished floor. As you reached your floor, something odd caught your eye. You noticed a door, just beside yours, was slightly ajar.

Curiosity won over common sense, and like the nosy little gremlin you were, you peeked.

And immediately regretted it. Who are you lying to? You didn't regret it a slightest bit.

Rover stood inside, his back to you, just as he was taking off his jacket. Then came the gloves, tossed onto a nearby chair. The strap across his chest followed, sliding off in one smooth motion. Then he reached for the hem of his shirt. That clingy, perfectly-fitted grey undershirt. He was halfway through tugging it off when your soul panicked.

You panicked, raising your fist and knocking loudly. Your eyes widened. Your cheeks caught fire.

Rover turned his head slightly, catching you in the corner of his eye, shirt now caught at his ribs, he lets go of it.

Your face flushed immediately.

He looked unfairly good like this—hair slightly tousled, collarbone peeking out, that necklace glinting against his skin like a silent warning.

“Oh, you’re back... safe and sound.” he said, voice dipped in honeyed relief. His eyes roamed over you, then lingered just a second too long. “Good.”

You cleared your throat and stepped inside like a guilty cat caught knocking over a vase. “I—uh—y-yeah, I just—sorry, I didn’t mean to peek or anything, I just—your door—it was open and—uh—” You were absolutely malfunctioning. “Your shirt is committing war crimes.”

Rover chuckled softly and didn’t press it. His smile was warm, and yet something about it felt strained, like there was static just under the surface. As he turned fully, the soft lighting dancing across his face, the shirt clinging to his muscles.

You cleared your throat, You sat down on the arm of a chair, legs swinging slightly. You figured now was a good time to talk. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you... about something.”

He tilted his head, eyebrows lifting as he leaned against the table. “I’m listening.”

“So… I kinda had a conversation with Carlotta while I was stuffing my face with food. And, well…” you paused, watching his hands still, You smiled awkwardly. “So... I talked to Carlotta. And she said she could help me get to Jinzhou. You know, because Ragunna’s not exactly ‘let’s settle down and bake cookies’ levels of safe.”

Rover’s smile didn’t vanish—it simply froze, like a painted expression.

“Oh?” he said, with an almost imperceptible pause.

His tone stayed even. “And why would you want to go there?”

“Like I told you before..” You shrugged. “I don’t feel safe here. I mean, what happened in the field? That’s not something I want a round two of. And Jinzhou's got, like… zen energy. I can heal a bit. And I think... I need that. I think I’d feel better there. You could come visit too, of course.” You grinned at him, clearly trying to keep the conversation light, because the strange, tense atmosphere is becoming suffocating.

“I see,” Rover said softly. He took a step closer. “Leaving is the right choice?”

“I mean… yeah?” you answered with a sheepish grin. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d miss you. A lot. You’re like the world’s best emotional support. Like—seriously. Who gave you permission to look that good covered in dust?”

That got a small laugh out of him but the tension didn’t fade. His fingers flexed slightly at his side.

Then your eyes caught something, on the edge of his undershirt sleeve, just beneath the fabric...

Your heart jumped, Blood. A faint, dark smear near the hem of his shirt.

Your lightheartedness fizzled. “Wait… are you hurt?” You stood, frowning. “Did something happen?”

Rover tilted his head, then looked down like he’d forgotten the evidence on him. “No,” he said quickly. “Not my blood.”

That did not make it better. Not his? You blinked. “Then whose—?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he said with a gentle smile, the kind that felt... wrong now. “You’re safe. That’s what matters.”

That strange calm in his voice made your skin crawl in the oddest way. You tried to shake it off. Your body stiffened instinctively.

After a pause, he looked at you again—this time softer, almost vulnerable.

“Will you stay?”

You hesitated. He waited. You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean, I care about you, and I have made that clear, I guess very clear… but I just don’t want to stay here anymore. It doesn’t feel right. I need space. Maybe you can come visit me in Jinzhou when you get a break or something?”

You smiled gently and stepped toward the door.

But it shut before you could touch the handle.

A hand pressed flat against the wood in front of you, and heat rushed down your spine. Rover was behind you now, close enough that you felt the weight of his presence in your bones.

“That,” he whispered, voice no longer gentle but absolute, “is not an option.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there, cheek against your hair, mouth near your ear.

“I didn’t believe you at first,” he began, voice barely above a whisper. “When you said all those things. About me. About this world. I thought you were just being poetic. But I listened. Every word. Every little slip. You’ve known me since the beginning, haven’t you?”

You slowly turned to face him. His eyes weren’t wide with madness. No. They were too calm. Too lucid. And that was so much worse. You backed up slightly but there was nowhere to go, Your back pressing against the door.

“You talk like you’ve always known me. From the beginning of my journey. Every choice I’ve made...you understand it before I even speak…”

He exhaled a laugh—short, humorless. “I started noticing things after I met you. Things I shouldn’t notice. The way the world shifts around us. The way time bends. The way... none of it feels real anymore.”

You blinked. “What are you talking about—?”

“I see it now,” he breathed. “The repetition. The scripted kindness. The way people pause just long enough for you to speak. I am in a story. I wholeheartedly believe you now...And you…”

He leans closer, his elbow bending, caging you gently between him and the door.

“You are the only unpredictable thing in this world. The only one who looks at me like I’m more than lines of code. The only one that feels real. Because you are the only one anchoring me to the real world.”

You could hear the tremble building under his voice, like a crack in the earth before the quake.

“I started wondering—what am I? A character in a story? A game? Made for people’s amusement?”

His voice broke, briefly. “Am I real, or just code wrapped in skin?”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

“You’re the only thing that makes sense now,” he continued. “You’re the only one who doesn’t glitch. The only one who talks like she’s seen me.”

“Rover—”

“No. Listen. Do you understand what that means?” His hand cupped your cheek—soft, reverent, yet trembling with obsession barely restrained. “You are my anchor. Without you, this world dissolves. Without you, I become... just another piece of fiction.”

His forehead pressed against yours.

“I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds. I don’t want to wake up and realize I imagined you. I don't want to go back to a loop where you never existed.”

You felt his breath tremble against your lips.

“I need to know that I’m not just a story you’ll get tired of.”

Your heart thundered in your chest—part fear, part something far too complicated to name.

“I fucked up...” you whisper to yourself, barely audible.

Rover smiles.

That soft, puppy-like smile. The kind that used to melt your heart, the kind that once made you believe he could never hurt you. The kind that now feels like a mask.

He steps away for a moment—only to hook his fingers around your wrist with a gentle tug, pulling you back. You stumble, breath catching, and the back of your knees meets the edge of the bed with a muted thud.

“I notice everything about you,” he murmurs. “The way you dote on me... those little moments? They don’t go unnoticed.”

He extends his hand—like he always has. From the moment you met until now, it has always been there, waiting. Waiting for you to take it.

And you always did. With no hesitation. Sometimes even with joy.

But now...

Now you hesitate.

His hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling into his eyes. There’s a faint smear of blood at the hem of his grey shirt—crimson staining cotton like paint across canvas. When he tilts his head, the necklace he always wears catches the light, swinging like a pendulum.

Even now, in this moment, he looks so...Beautiful. Unreal.

“Don’t you want to be my wife?” His voice is low, coaxing. “Why hesitate now...?”

He says your name like a lover's prayer. Or a spell. Like the idea of you slipping away is unbearable. And it makes you ache to take his hand again.

“You said you loved me. Remember?”

His eyes widen. The desperation in them is stark, unhidden, raw. Wild. Like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff and calling it faith. Like falling is a choice... and dragging you down with him is a promise.

Then, in a voice so quiet it makes your stomach twist.

“So prove it.”

Your breath stutters. He was patient. He gave you your space, didn’t he? Gave you time to think. To breathe. He waited...

But patience is fragile.

And even if you run, it won’t matter. he’s the main character of this world. He knows that. he knows this world bends to him.

You can’t escape.

Everyone loves him, adores him. They always will. He’ll use that love, twist it into a cage so soft you won’t even know you’re inside it.

He sees it now, your fear. Sees the way your body tenses like a trembling leaf. He exhales, slow and measured, and steps into your space until there’s nothing left between you.

“Jinzhou,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the word. “You want to go there?”

You nod quickly, reflexively. Any wrong move could shift the moment. Could turn gentleness into something else entirely.

His hands lift, hovering in the air, waiting, Would you flinch? He would never do something that would push him away from you.

But you don’t flinch. You don’t move.

So he cups your cheeks with such tenderness it makes your skin crawl.

“There,” he whispers. “Relax. You can go to Jinzhou. I won’t stop you.”

You shiver. His voice is calm, but his eyes... those eyes aren’t the ones you fell in love with. They’re deeper now, darker, bottomless pits that don’t reflect light, only swallow it.

Because this world already belongs to me. I don’t need to lock you up to keep you.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes, fingers brushing along your jaw. “You’re safe. I’ll make sure of that.”

And you nod.

You lean into his touch because, in this world—whether you like it or not—he’s the only one who can protect you. The only one who won’t let you go.

Because This isn't pure love.

This is love born from obsession.

[tojisbestslut]

YOUR GIRL — [ambessa medarda x afab reader] part 2

∆ CONTAINS: mommy issues, praise, slightly mean/dom ambessa, strap usage, slapping. masterlist

I wish I was your girl — Lana Del Rey • [WC: 700]

She filled the void in your soul you had tried burring deep for years, no success left in sight. The comfort warming your body under her gaze was the perfect experience for your inner child, not having an older woman judge her with disgust like your mother used to. Yet again, she wouldn't look at you with affection, ambessa medarda didn't believe anyone was worthy of that, besides her own children of course.

But it was something about the fact that she was aware of your hard work, noticing you here and there through training, nodding her head slightly in approval where you'd land a good hit (one that had you crying from the pain of your muscles afterwards). It gives you a tingle in your stomach and a warmth in your heart, you were absolutely feeding off of it with no shame. Ambessa medarda was a powerful woman, and to be approved by her was, well, an honor you could say.

But things got different when she started to notice this little emotional rollercoaster you had created in your head. At first you felt insecure about it, feeling like someone found your hideout, your comfort place, and was aiming to destroy it. Your eyes would sparkle like usual as she praised your improvement, and this time, she'd slightly smirk and raise an eyebrow at the stupid happy girl standing in front of her all smiling and giggling, and that caught you off guard. She found it amusing. She had people drooling over her just for the sake of having sex, but this, seeking her attention and approval just to feel enough was something new, and she was willing to walk into it, curious where it'd end.

You sighed, the sound muffled from biting your lower lip. Seeking approval from the older woman made you listen to her so carefully, even when she was pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

"You're being so good for me," she hummed, dragging the tip of her nose through your neck, licking the little gap between your collarbones. "Being so quiet, I appreciate it" the movement of her hips keep being steady as your thighs spam uncontrollably.

She seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, not being out of breath even a little, the sides of your hip turning slightly red from her strong grip. You on the other hand, were trying to look at her gorgeous face through tears, vision blurred and small white dots appearing randomly everywhere.

"Shhh, it's ok" she mumbled in your ear, voice sounding like a lullaby "everything's fine" your breath hitched as she increased the speed of her pounding, filling you so good you felt like you'd die from the pleasure "you're gonna be fine" her deep voice ran through your ears, tingling your fuzzy brain in the best way possible. You felt sleepy at her comfortable voice, eyes slightly closing.

"Don't" a harsh smack was delivered to your right cheek, your eyes widening in process. Sitting up straight again, she kept thrusting into you as her dark gaze took in the helpless look in your face. "You don't sleep when I'm pleasuring you" words tried slipping out of your mouth, being replaced by stupid, barely audible nonsense your foggy mind tried making up.

Your back arched further as you reached your high, closing your eyes in the process and throwing your head back. She finished by delivering a few deep thrusts, staring at the milky liquid spamming out of your abused hole, covering the tip of her strap. Loosening the grip on your hips, your body instantly went limb on the bed, still shaking.

She grabbed your smaller body and caged you between her muscular arms, kissing your damp hair with affection. "My beautiful girl," she'd mumble, her hands creasing your shivering back "You did so well" and that was enough for you to smile ear to ear in her chest, giggling internally at feeling truly fulfilled.

ambessa medarda please beat me [TAGS]:

[alive-gh0st]

❝Corruption Complete❞

Mark Grayson x Brainrot Girlfriend!Readerᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

𓊆ྀིfeat. Oliver & Debbie Grayson𓊇ྀི

˗ˏˋ 𓉘 Part 2 — ”Too Far Gone” 𓉝 ˎˊ˗

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🦖 summary: mark’s trying to enjoy a quiet night at home. too bad his girlfriend has just discovered a new hyperfixation—and now oliver’s in on it. debbie joins next. mark’s officially outnumbered.

‪‪🦖 contains: sfw. modern brainrot. fandom jokes. long-suffering boyfriend!Mark. brainrot!reader. tiktok trends. group roasting. oliver is a smug little shit. debbie is thriving. mark just wants peace. comedic fluff, banter, affectionate roasting, domestic vibes. silly chaos.

‪‪🦖 wc: 722

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It started innocently enough.

You were sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to your phone, tears streaming down your face as you watched an AI-generated TikTok video.

“Mark—Mark, look!” You shoved your phone in his face. It almost smacked him in the nose, but it’s fine. He’s literally [Title Card].

Moving on.

He squinted at the screen. “Is that… a cat in a firefighter uniform?”

“Yes! It’s so tragic and inspiring. The kitten was rescued from a fire, grew up to become a firefighter, and then died heroically saving a child. And—listen to this—it reunited with its grandma in the afterlife.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “You cried over an AI-generated cat video?”

“It’s not just a video, Mark. It’s art.”

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The descent into chaos was swift.

A few days later, Oliver burst into the living room (nearly crashing into a wall), eyes wide with excitement.

“Have you seen the ‘Ballerina Cappuccina’ trend?!” he blurted, practically vibrating.

You gasped, sitting up. “Yes! The one with the cappuccino-headed ballerina pirouetting into the void?”

Oliver nodded vigorously. “It’s peak brainrot.”

Mark groaned from the kitchen. “Not you too, Oliver.”

“It’s a cultural movement, Mark.” Oliver said, deadpan.

Not even ten minutes later, real chaos began…..Debbie’s curiosity was piqued.

She entered the kitchen, holding her phone while pursing her lips.

“Kids, what’s this ‘Bombardino Crocodilo’ thing?”

You and Oliver made eye contact, then—without speaking—played the audio simultaneously: “FORZA BOMBA!”

Debbie blinked. Then looked at Mark—who didn’t even look up, just slumped lower against the cabinets like the universe was personally attacking him.

“Well, that’s… something.”

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A quiet evening turned into a bonding session.

With Mark and Oliver out training because let’s be real—that boy needs some serious teaching, you and Debbie settled on the couch. She sipped her wine, a mischievous glint in her eye like she’s about to drop a bomb.

“You know,” Debbie says casually, “Nolan once gave me a whole tree instead of flowers.”

You blink, taking your eyes off the TV. “Like… an actual tree?”

“He said, and I quote, ‘Why bring a branch when I can bring the whole organism?’”

“I kept it,” she says. “Still in the backyard. Useless man, but decent taste in flora.”

You clutch your heart. “That’s the bar. If Mark doesn’t deliver a redwood to my house within 72 hours, we’re over.”

As if summoned Mark walks back into the house with snacks and an expression of pure betrayal. “I brought you chips.”

“Does the chip bag photosynthesize?” you ask sweetly.

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The ‘Pass the Phone’ challenge ensued.

Feeling strangely inspired (which should’ve been a red flag), you declared: “Let’s do the ‘Pass the Phone’ challenge!”

Everyone agreed way too quickly.

You started the recording. “I’m passing the phone to someone who still doesn’t understand TikTok.”

Mark raised a brow, sighed like a man defeated, and took the phone. “I’m passing the phone to someone who’s been on TikTok for five minutes and already has a fan club.”

He passed it to Oliver.

The purple boy—who was just happy to be here—beamed straight up at the phone screen. “I’m passing the phone to someone who once received a tree as a romantic gesture!”

He hands it to Debbie, who only laughs.

“Guilty as charged.”

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ACTUAL QUOTES FROM THE EVENING:

➥ „I swear to god if you post that TikTok—”

➥ „Too late. It’s already at 40k views. You’re famous now, tragedy boy.”

➥ „You said you wouldn’t bring up Amber! And—why are people simping over my MUM!”

➥ „Because she’s a baddie, Mark.”

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Mark stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching his mom and little brother conspire with you over delusional fan theories and imaginary men.

“…I want in,” he said.

Everyone froze.

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I’m tired of fighting it. I need to understand the brainrot. Teach me your ways.”

Oliver threw his arms in the air. “HE’S CONVERTING.”

Debbie raised her wineglass. “To the dark side.”

You grinned, scooting over and patting the space beside you. “Welcome to hell, babe. First lesson—rank these fictional men based on how they would treat you.”

Mark sighed. “I already regret this.”

“You will,” you promised. “Now take this blanket. We’re about to watch a seven-part edit of Tim Cheese killing John Pork.”

“…and no, you can’t ask questions.”

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[angellic4l]

nine lives - d.m

in which; derek gets injured in the field and fem!reader isn’t happy with him.

content; tw! derek has bruises from bullets, kinda graphic desc(?), nicknames (doll, sugar, ma'am, etc,), cocky!derek x annoyed!reader, inaccuracies i’m sure but who cares, derek's abs, jj cockblocks(?) i suppose.

a/n; @darkmatilda requested this everybody say thank you matilda! i’ve been slacking w posting but my wips hate me apparently. kisses! wc: 1.9k

A sickly feeling still resided in your stomach. Your head was throbbing with the constant bombardment of ‘what if?’ and a million ways the situation could’ve been avoided. This and the three distinct crashes of go bags hitting oak desks, similar to that of three gunshots - at least in your addled brain - were enough to tell you that the irritation that’s been brewing was definitely still residing.

He’d been hurt in the field.

The thought almost made you gag, the anger overpowering, consuming every part of your body until you did something about it. It felt like it was begging you to purge it, cleanse it from your body, and god did you want to. However, the more logical part of you knew that throwing up wouldn’t make the frustration go away, wouldn’t stop the onslaught of worst case scenarios in your mind’s eye. The only thing it would serve for is making you feel even worse.

Opening one of the wooden desk drawers, you take out a water bottle and guzzle almost half of it down. In the midst of all of the stress and chaos, water was the least of your priorities. From across the room, a pair of eyes can be felt tracking you, watching each and every move you make. Against your better judgement, your head snapped up to see who it was.A futile action; you had already known that it was Derek staring at you but, since the incident, you’d made it a point to avoid him. Unfortunately for you, instincts had taken over a few moments ago and now the awkward jet ride had been in vain.

Realistically, you were aware that being mad at somebody for getting shot at wasn’t particularly logical, but you couldn’t help it, and so you’d kept your distance from Morgan. In place of your usual banter on the jet was an unusual silence, your ears were void of the usual 90’s hip-hop/R&B that came with him sharing his headphones with you, and he wasn’t warming your side with his usual presence because you’d sat away from him.

Familiar voices snap you both out of the staring contest that had started to ensue, your mind quickly recognising them as Reid and Penelope’s.

“He what?” Penelope gasped, manicured hands slapping over her mouth instantaneously.

In response, Spencer’s face had fallen flat, lips pressing into a thin line, signalling he’d probably just let something slip that wasn’t already common knowledge. Clearly, he’d just accidentally informed Penelope about Derek’s incident out in the field.

“Reid,” Morgan chided, before turning his attention to the blonde who stood in front of him now, “Baby girl, I’m okay. See? Still alive and breathin’.”

“But you… And the… Oh God,” Penelope stopped and started, trailing off before starting another thought. Whether it was because she was overwhelmed by the news or didn’t want to say the words out loud, you weren’t too sure.

Watching the whole ordeal from your desk only intensified the completely unreasonable anger you felt, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. Derek’s soothing murmurs to Penelope faded into the background as the different outcomes of today played in your head.

Derek had been shot at, standard for a field agent of course, but the bullets had hit him. If it wasn’t for his vest, he would be in the hospital right now. All because he’d taken a chance and trusted a deranged psychopath to put down his weapon at the hands of the FBI. God, the overwhelming urge to smack some sense into Derek Morgan only grew as you thought about the situation, how he hadn’t waited for back up, how he’d lowered his weapon without so much as an ounce of hesitation.

The opinions you harboured on the matter weren’t fair; you weren’t there, you don’t know what had actually happened, however any and all logic was proving to be out of depth in the cauldron of agitation that had been brewing since you’d been told what had happened. You knew that it wasn’t fair to blame him. You also knew that this response definitely came from fear rather than actually being mad at him, but acknowledging that meant opening up the door for something else entirely. Some things were better left untouched, in your opinion.

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Based on the terribly sluggish nature of everybody’s movements and the slow ticking of the clock looming over the room, it was obvious that nobody wanted to be at work. In full fairness, it wasn’t usual to stay at the bureau after returning from a case, but the case had wrapped up quicker than expected. Hotch had announced on the jet that Strauss had ‘asked’ if it were a possibility. You figured it was to make up for the hotel rooms they’d prepaid for, what with the new budget cuts.

After what felt like the umpteenth time you’d caught yourself staring at Derek and watching him wince in pain, you chewed the inside of your cheek while standing up and making your way over to his desk. The bullpen was free from the team; Hotch and Rossi were in their offices, as was JJ, Reid was off in Penelope’s ‘lair’, and Prentiss was in the kitchenette making coffee. By the time you’d reached Derek’s desk, you were sure you’d be missing half of your cheek with the vice-like grip your premolars had on it.

Once you were fairly certain that opening your mouth wouldn’t be followed by an onslaught of swear words or beratement, you spoke to Morgan for the first time in hours.

“Come with me.”

“You tryin’ to kidnap me, doll? If you want me that bad, you can just say so,” he teases, attempting a soft snicker at his own joke before wincing in pain slightly.

“No. Just stop being cocky and listen for once, Derek.”

For a few moments, he leaves you standing in front of his desk, waiting for a response, and feeling like an absolute idiot. Finally, he gives you a look - accompanied by a small shrug of one shoulder - that simply reads as ‘touche’ and then he’s rising from his seat. Schooling your expression to keep it impassive as you turn to lead the way, silently relieved that he’s actually cooperating with you, you remain silent as you keep walking with Derek behind you.

Just down the hall from the bullpen and the other offices the BAU consists of, there’s a small, beige, forgotten infirmary room that nobody ever uses for its original intention. That changes today, you suppose. As Derek shuts the door behind himself, he opens his mouth after taking in the secluded room and the examination table that could double as a bed, but you beat him to it.

“Sit down, Morgan.”

“Sugar, you are desperate for it, huh?”

“Sit. Down.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, “Yes ma’am,” before sitting on the bed of green plastic covered with a thin sheet of paper.

With Derek finally sat down, you open one of the dusty cupboards and pull out one of the 15 (you counted them once) first aid kits in there before turning back to face Morgan and placing it to the left of him. Unclipping the green, plastic case and opening it up causes one of Morgan’s eyebrows to raise.

“What’s that for, sugar?”

“You. I know you’re in pain and not saying anything.”

Your tone is firm, facial expression showing nothing but exasperation with him so, he relents with a sigh before grabbing the hem of his grey t-shirt and pulling it up so that you can tend to his wounds. At the sight of his bare skin, abs exposed to you and all, your heart rate picks up and the room feels like it’s getting warmer by the minute.

“Stupid decision, by the way,” you add in a murmur, praying to whatever is out there that he can’t tell how much his chiseled torso is affecting you.

“Mama, I’m just fine. Really,” he insists, but you’re already digging through the first aid box.

Remembering what he’d been told to do by paramedics, to keep the bruises cool and wrapped, you reach for one of the ice packs in the first aid kit. Before activating it, your hand hesitantly moves towards the wrapped section of his midriff to expose the bruised skin beneath it.

Morgan hisses slightly when your finger brushes a bruise rather than the white cloth, the sound causing you to retract your hand as if he had hurt you and not the other way around. You mumble a small sorry and return your attention to the ice pack next to him, picking it up and activating it with a cracking noise.

“This gonna hurt?”

“Not as much as getting shot at.”

“What was that for?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

By now, you’re pressing the ice pack lightly to the area of injury, barely any space between the two of you as he sits on the examining table with you standing in between his legs. Your gaze finally meets his - probably a good thing, you conclude, because staring at his abs any longer might’ve made you melt - eye contact unwavering.

“Don’t play that game with me. Since I got shot, you’ve been acting differently. Avoiding me, sitting away from me on the jet, hardly even making eye contact with me, this weird hostile attitude. Why?”

“Because, Derek, you got shot at and it was stupid. You should’ve been more careful.”

“Sugar, I know you don’t believe it was my fault I got shot,” his tone softens, “What’s really going on up there, hm?”

His finger lightly taps on your forehead, again reminding you of just how close the two of you are to each other, because you didn’t even see his arm move to do it. Both of you are yet to disturb the intense eye contact happening, eyes boring into each other’s - his searching for answers in yours, yours seeking relief in his.

“I shouldn’t have been mad at you for getting shot at. I’m sorry.”

“I just wanna know why, doll.”

“You scared me. A lot,” you admit in a whisper, fighting the urge to bow your head and nuzzle into the top of his chest.

Instead, you keep your head level as the both of you stare at each other, your hand still pressing the ice pack to his lower midriff during the interaction. Visibly, his face softens with your admission, and then his lips curve into a barely there smirk.

“Yeah? You care about me, sweetheart? Awh,” he teases.

“Seriously. You don’t have nine lives, D, you can’t risk losing this one.”

“Yes, ma’am. I am so sorry for forgetting that I’m not a cat.”

“God, you can’t ever be serious, can you?”

“Hard to be serious when there’s a pretty woman tending to my wounds, angel.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you mutter and let your eyes drop to his abs between you, momentarily distracted.

“See something you like?”

As you go to reply, lips slightly parted - though the words that should’ve come out hadn’t even fully formed in your head yet - the door swings open to reveal one Jennifer Jareau. Morgan turns his head slowly to look at her while you whip your head to the right so fast it could’ve given you whiplash.

JJ’s face contorts with confusion, you presume it’s because she only expected to find you in here - and certainly not extremely close to Morgan with your hand resting on his midriff.

“I’m so sorry. I’m not interrupting something, am I?”

“No, Jayje, you’re okay,” you reassure her.

“Hotch needs everyone in the briefing room.”

“We just got back,” Morgan grumbles.

“He said it was urgent. I’ll uh, let you two… finish up,” the blond says quietly, giving the two of you an awkward smile, and then closing the door behind her.

[purple-plum-petals]

⊱ What It’s Like Cuddling with Him ⊰ || Mr. Gap Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Gap (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): None! Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~590 words. Request: “Please I've been dying for content 😔 can I get uhhhh mr.gap content plz ?? I can't stop thinking about him popping up between ur blankets on you. Love ur homicipher stuff so far btw 🩷” Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the kind words! I’ve been enjoying writing for the fandom, too. Everyone has been so incredibly supportive, and that just means the world to me as a writer who never thinks their work is good enough. I love you, Homicipher fandom. 😭🫶 I went ahead and did headcanons about how Mr. Gap would be as a cuddle buddy since you mentioned the scene of him popping up between the blankets (and because they’re a lot easier to crank out than full-on drabbles haha). I hope you enjoy!  

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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🕳️: The first time Mr. Gap surprised you by suddenly appearing under the covers, you nearly died of a heart attack right then in there before scolding him to never do that again. He simply rolled his eyes at you, calling you boring before disappearing into the void once again. He never did stop like you had asked him to which, honestly, wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Eventually, you got used to his sudden presence to the point where it didn’t startle you as horribly as it used to (much to his disappointment). 

🕳️: Even if you don’t get startled by his appearance as often as you used to, that doesn’t mean you never get scared when he suddenly pops up. He enjoys spooking you, smiling widely whenever you gasp or let out a shriek when he lunges at your face from under the sheets like an alligator shooting out of the water to grab unsuspecting prey in its maws. He leaves with a chuckle if you smack or try to hit him, vanishing before you can do any damage. Your reactions are funny to him, and he enjoys being able to get a rise out of you. 

🕳️: You eventually become fed up with him and ask him with a huff if he wants to cuddle after lifting your covers and seeing his face in the darkness underneath, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. He grimaces and asks you what that even means, not familiar with the term. After explaining it to him as best as you could considering the language barrier, his semi-disgusted expression doesn’t change, and he leaves faster than it took you to blink. This continues for a while, you ask him with a smirk if he wants to cuddle with you which successfully manages to chase the trickster away (you just have to threaten him with physical affection... good information to know).

🕳️: However, one day, Mr. Gap doesn’t leave after your half-hearted threat. He stays and stares up at you with a blank look on his face before, to your shock, agrees to cuddle with you. It’s strange laying in bed with a ghost that doesn’t have a body in the conventional sense, his head resting on your chest while his arms rest limply at your sides (he usually doesn’t hold you back, instead laying on you like a dead fish). While you can feel the presence of a form on top of you, whenever you try to catch a glimpse, you cannot see anything resembling a body underneath the covers. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, though, and he reminds you of a weighted blanket. 

🕳️: Mr. Gap doesn’t move or make much noise whenever you two are cuddling, an occurrence that has become more frequent as time goes on. He isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, but he finds himself not minding the way your hands feel threading through his hair or the sound of your beating heart while his ear is pressed against your chest. The noise is strangely comforting... 

🕳️: If you inquire about his lack of commentary, he looks up at you and smirks, asking if you would give him your heart. You just tell him no with a smile since you were used to his questions at this point and close your eyes, your hands returning to combing out in knots in his black locks without another word… He kind of hates how he doesn’t find himself disgusted by your touch, and he can’t help but wonder why that is. 

[amoebadue]

MISCOMMUNICATION

Bob Reynolds (Sentry) x Reader (Female Reader)

Contains: Mature Themes; kidnapping, murder, guns, violence, Void, threats, choking, I can’t think of anything else off the top of my head

Reader described as having hair but everything else should be fairly neutral? Jealous Bob, Jealous Reader, Miscommunication (duh lol), Bob needs a hug, mutual pining, yearning (from both), John Walker being himself? Yelena’s just trying to help, Bucky needs a nap, Reader wears a dress (picture Anastasia’s Opera Gown)

Word Count: ~10k

A/N: This is my first fic ever so please be kind. Feel free to give (friendly) feedback!!! Let me know what you guys think of this!!

Yelena had planned a girls night to find dresses for Valentina’s gala later that week. She insisted it would be good “team-bonding” (at least for the female half of our team).

“I’ll be okay. It’s not like you’ll be gone long…right?” Bob looked at You with a nervous grin.

“We’ll only be gone for a couple hours. And if you need me, I can always fake a migraine and come home early.” You winked at him. He grinned back.

“Now get up,” tugging his arm, You pulled him out of bed, “we have ‘family breakfast’ since we’ll be gone for dinner.”

—

“Order up!” Alexei had not woken up as early as he had planned. Now he has Walker, Bucky, and Bob running an assembly line of breakfast food. He tried to pass it off as “making today a girl’s day rather than just a girl’s night”. The girls weren’t about to argue with him.

“Why can’t we just eat cereal?” John muttered as he angrily flipped pancakes.

“I like cereal!” Bob looked longingly at the cabinet that held the New Avengers themed wheaties, before Alexei stood, arms crossed, between Bob and his beloved breakfast food.

“You can have cereal tomorrow. When we can have another family dinner instead.” Everyone groaned.

“We don’t need to have ‘family dinner’ every night, you know.” Ava sniped.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

“AHHHH Bob!! The bacon!!!” Alexei started waving his arms frantically as Bob turned back to the stove. Where there used to be a pan with bacon, there was now a 3 foot tall grease fire.

“Pour water! Get water!” Alexei yelled at John as he ran to the sink.

“That is not how you put out a grease fire!” Alexei was already running back to the stove with the glass of water.

“Walker, stop him!” Bucky rubbed his face, already exasperated.

Bob had backed himself into the corner. Coincidentally (or not), he was right next to the cereal cabinet. He grabbed the box and several bowls as he made his way back to the table.

Or he tried to get back to the table, only to be stopped as John’s shield flew past him and into Alexei’s back.

Alexei fell to the ground with his cup.

“The water! NOOOOO!”

Bucky stepped over the fallen body and put a baking sheet over the burning pan.

“Guess we’re having cereal. Again.” He side eyed Bob who was happily pouring cereal into his bowl.

You turned to Bob as he slid your bowl over, “Did you do that on purpose?”

He just winked at you. You snorted and smacked his chest lightly.

The team ate their cereal in silence. Mostly. There was the occasional sigh from Alexei as he gazed sadly at the messy kitchen.

—

After breakfast you returned to your and Bob’s shared room to finish some reports. Bob followed.

As soon as the door shut, he spoke.

“I totally did that on purpose.” Your cheeks burned red as you laughed. Reaching for her laptop, you settled into Bob’s side as he sat on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you.

“I knew it!”

After your mutual laughing fit, he turned on the tv to that week’s sports news recap while you finished writing reports. By the time you finished, it was 4 o’clock. Soon enough, Yelena would be knocking on the door to get you to leave.

You stood up and stretched. He looked at you with a lazy grin.

“You could always stay here, you know. I’m sure they’d pick a dress you’d look good in. You look good in everything.” His cheeks flushed a light pink.

You held his face in your hands and put your foreheads together.

“You flatter me. You’re very persuasive, you know.” You murmured lowly. His breath hitched. You pulled away. “But not persuasive enough.” You laughed as you took a step back.

He grabbed your hand and you turned to face him.

“Can you at least tell me what color dress you’re getting?”

“It’s a surprise! Plus I won’t know until I find it,” You leaned down and placed a quick kiss on his jaw, “But don’t worry, I’ll get you a tie to match.” And then you were gone.

—

You hadn’t expected there to be this many dresses to choose from. Rows and rows of different colored gowns filled the department store.

“Over here.” Yelena dragged you to the back corner, away from the salespeople who were whispering excitedly as they side eyed the group of 3.

Before entering the store, the girls sat in a coffee shop across the street. Yelena insisted they go over the plan.

“Our objective: Find (each of us) a dress for Valentina’s gala.”

“I need to get a tie for Bob, also. So we can match.” Ava snorted. Yelena gave you a pointed look.

“We’ll get the tie after-” Yelena huffed and turned to Ava, who hadn’t stopped laughing.

“Sorry, sorry. They’re just so…cute. Matching tie. Honestly.” She snorted, “Bob, The Sentry…Void. Having a matching tie. The same guy that encompassed all of New York in darkness a year ago, wants to match his girlfriend. It’s cute. It’s funny.” The girls all looked at each other and burst into laughter. It was another several minutes before they called down enough to listen to Yelena go over their battle plan (shopping itinerary).

Mission Objective : Find a dress

Secondary Objective : Avoid all contact with other people

To make it a little more fun, the girls decided that the first one to be approached by someone out of their group has to pay for the other girl’s dresses.

Ava decided to go to the stay at the front and regroup after she found something that would fit over her suit.

At the back of the store, You and Yelena got to work shifting through the dresses on the racks.

“This dress would go perfect with your eyeliner.” You held up a blue dress for Yelena to see.

“It’s too…big.” You looked down. You had to agree with Yelena, it was rather poofy. “But the color is nice.” Yelena continued, “I was thinking maybe I’d try something green.”

“Okay, well there’s some green dresses over there,” You pointed to the rack against the wall, “These are all too blue.”

“Maybe you should get a blue dress. It would go with those shoes you got the other week.”

“Good idea! But I definitely need something less…” You looked at Yelena, “Big.” You both said at the same time and then promptly burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Ava phased through the wall behind the rack they were standing in front of.

“Nothing, just thinking about how you could hide the entire tower under here.” That set off another fit of giggles.

“Oh well, I found my dress. I could probably just take it and they wouldn’t notice.” The girls looked over to the salespeople who were trying to placate a woman yelling about their return policy.

She snorted, “I can’t imagine Valentina would be too happy about one of her New Avengers robbing a clothing store.”

“Suppose not. Oh well. Hopefully we don’t have to return anything.” More laughter.

“Oh wow.” You gasped. Stepping away from the other girls. There at the end of the rack was the most beautiful dress You’d ever seen. It was a strapless dark blue dress with a glittery sheer cape.

“That’s the one.” Yelena peeked over your shoulder.

Ava hummed in agreement, “You have to get it.”

“Now that we all have our dresses, we can check out. Since nobody was approached by anyone, maybe we should charge it to Valentina’s card. I mean…she is the one insisting we attend the gala.” They shared mischievous looks and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Maybe we should also buy dinner with her card since we had to spend our free time preparing for a work event.”

“Yes!”

—

Back at the tower the boys had finished their 14th round of competitive Mario Kart. Alexei kept losing and demanded a rematch every time. Eventually, he rage-quit but was able to unsuccessfully play it off as getting the pizzas they had ordered.

As soon as the elevator closes, John starts, “How can he drive people around in a limo and still be so bad at driving games.”

Bucky snorts, “You’re one to talk! How can you be so loud but still say nothing?” He laughs before a pillow smacks him in the face. That just makes him laugh harder.

“Whatever, man. The real question is how Bob managed to win every single race.”

“I had a lot of time to practice when you guys were all on missions and stuff.”

John gave him an incredulous look and scoffed, “And you chose to pass the time with Mario Kart?”

“Yeah,” he laughs as he says your name, “She always wants to play when she can’t sleep.” John laughs at the dazed look in his eyes as he talks about You.

Bucky cuts in and repeats your name, “How’s that going?”

Bob’s cheeks start turning pink, “Good…really good. She’s always around. She’s even getting me a tie that’ll match her dress.”

John let out a loud laugh, “Geez, you guys are always together! And matching ties? How clingy is she!?” He snorts. “Do you ever get a second alone?”

Bob flushes at this, “Well, I mean…sometimes she has training or paperwork, but she tries to do the paperwork where she can sit by me.” Bob pauses as he anxiously fiddles with the sleeves of his sweater. He flinches when a door shuts down the hall, “But I really don’t mind. If anything, I’m the one that wants her around.”

John nods at this but Bucky frowns at the empty doorway. He could’ve sworn he’d seen You.

—

By the time You and the girls had returned from the store, You were exhausted. Yelena offered to hide your dress so Bob wouldn’t see it before the gala. You accepted. Now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed with Bob while he ran his fingers through your hair (his favorite pastime).

Unfortunately, your plans were thwarted after hearing the guys talking in the common room. After hearing Bob say you were always with him and then hearing him agree when John called you clingy, you were not all too ready to cuddle up with that man.

You thought Bob would want to match. It’s only his second gala. And your first as a couple! You’d been dating for 7 months now, and you thought having you around had helped him keep calm. At least that’s what he’d told you. Had he lied to you? He wouldn’t do that…right? You tucked the tie into the bottom drawer of your nightstand.

No, you decided, he wouldn’t…Would he?

A knock on the door took you out of your thoughts.

You cracked open the door to see Yelena standing there, “Oh. Hey.” You cleared your throat, “What’s up?”

“Ava and I are going to watch a rom-com. Do you want to watch?” Yelena squinted at you, “Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine! Just a bit tired. I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Plus you didn’t want to risk running into Bob right now.

Shutting the door, you shook your head and told yourself that you’d feel better in the morning.

—

By the time Yelena got to the common area, Ava had already appeared with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“You cannot kick us out just for ‘girls night’, Ava.”

“Yes they can!” Bob jumped up excitedly.

“Oh shut up Bob, you just want to make your girlfriend happy!”

“What’s wrong with-”

“Speaking of your girlfriend, she’s going to bed early.” Yelena interrupted. Bob nodded, moving quicker so he could get to you before you fell asleep.

He went to walk past Yelena, but she grabbed his arm. He gave her a questioning look.

“She said she was tired, but…she didn’t look well.”

Worry filled his eyes, “Is she sick?” They flashed silver, “Hurt?”

“No, no. I think she’s just…well, I’m not sure.” She paused, “Just let me know if she needs anything.”

He nodded and headed for his room, his pace quicker than normal.

John snorted as he left, “Maybe he is the clingy one.”

Everyone laughed at that.

—

Bob knocked hesitantly on the door. Furrowing his brows when he doesn’t hear your voice.

He cracks open the door and seeing that the lights are off, decides to whisper your name, “Are you still awake?”

You were never able to fall asleep easily without him. Or at least that’s what you’d told him. Maybe you really weren’t feeling well.

He approaches the bed and places the back of his hand against your forehead. No fever. He decides to get ready for bed.

After he brushes his teeth he grabs a cup and fills its with water. Placing it on your nightstand, he notices that you’re facing away from his side of the bed. Had he done something? Were you mad at him? No, you were fine when you left. Maybe you really were sick.

He walked around to his side of the bed and laced down. Facing you, he counted your heart rate. He frowned. Your heart was beating much faster than it normally did when you were asleep. You must be really sick. He needs to call a doctor. As he went to reach for you, you flinched slightly. You’re awake, he realized, and ignoring him.

His frown deepened. Maybe you really were mad at him.

He stays up, waiting for you to turn and face him. You don’t.

—

The next morning you wake to an empty bed. You frown. Bob is always in bed longer than you, even if he wakes up first. Maybe he really did want space.

You pushed the covers aside and got up. How could I have pushed him away? Why doesn’t he want me anymore? Maybe he thinks I don’t appreciate him? At this thought you start to make the bed. And rinse the water cup he’d given you.

Your heart hurts. Even when you annoy him, he’s still thoughtful. You think he’s too good for you.

After tidying the rest of the room, you gets ready for training. Maybe you can talk to him then.

—

Bob walked back to the room, the two coffee cups were shaking in his hands. He’d hoped they could talk over coffee. He hoped you’d want to talk.

Opening the door he backed in. He took a deep breath and turned to-

Nothing. The room was empty. The bed was made. He felt like al the air had been knocked from his chest. He always made the bed. He liked feeling useful. Needed. Especially by you.

The cup of water he’d given you was gone too. In fact, the whole room was clean.

Maybe you really didn’t need him. Maybe that’s why you were distant last night. Maybe you’d finally realized you were too good for him.

—

When he got to the training room, you were already standing at the bench. Setting your water bottle down as you spoke softly to John. Bob frowned as he looked at you. Did you always stand that close to John?

A hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts. Yelena gave him a strange look as he turned to face her.

“Are you alright, Bob?”

“Fine.” She frowned. He stomped past her to the punching bags. He wanted to hit something. Or someone.

Your laughter rang out behind him. He glared at the bag in front of him, not wanting to turn and see you laughing at something he said.

“Bob, what’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing.” She didn’t need to know how true that was. Nothing was going on with them. She wouldn’t even look at him. He shook his head, maybe she’s just having a bad day.

“Okay let’s pair up! We’ll switch through stations around the room.” Bucky’s voice rang out as he stepped into the training room.

Yelena grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the mat, “Let’s be partners.”

Bob hadn’t wanted to be partners with Yelena. He wanted to pair up with you. Maybe he should let you train without him. Maybe you just need some space.

—

Hearing Bucky’s order, you turned to face Bob, wanting to pair up with him. Hopefully you’d be able to talk then. But instead you watched as Yelena pulled him to the mat. He didn’t even look at you.

John said your name softly, “Wanna pair up?”

You looked past him, back at Bob. He was already looking at you. He smiled at you, you noted that his smile looked tense. You furrowed your brows. What’s wrong with him? Is he okay? Maybe he really had gotten tired of you. Maybe you should just give him some space.

You focused your gaze back on John. He grinned.

“So?” He prompted.

“Yeah, of course!” You smiled back, albeit not as wide as you normally would, he noted.

John nodded towards the mat and started heading in that direction.

Okay, you thought, let’s get this over with.

You looked back at Bob, who was laughing at something Yelena said.

Maybe he just needs some space. Then maybe he'd want you around again. Maybe then he’d choose you as his partner. Maybe he just needs some space.

—

If he had to watch Walker pin you to the ground one more time he was going to break something. Preferably Walker himself.

CRACK.

He looked down. The metal weight he’d been holding was now snapped in two.

“Easy, Bob. Valentina’s going to throw a fit if we break anymore of her ‘state of the art training machinery’,” Yelena grinned, “What has gotten you so worked up, anyways?”

She looked towards the mat where you and John were sparring.

She laughed before speaking, “Oh Bob, you have nothing to worry about. Her and Walker are just friends. Plus she loves you.” He wasn’t so sure about that anymore. But he couldn’t let Yelena know. Not until he was sure.

Shaking his head, he tried to push those thoughts away…to no avail.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“She does, Bob.” She looked back towards John, “Plus he is a good friend. He’d never do something like that to you.”

“I guess.” She frowned at his seemingly limited vocabulary, maybe she should just try to distract him. Maybe he’d feel better then, she thought.

A loud obnoxious (or so thought Bob) laugh cut her off before she could speak.

CRACK.

And there goes another weight.

—

Lunch hadn’t gone any better. Neither had dinner. At lunch, Bob chose to sit in his regular seat, hoping you would sit next to him — as you normally did.

You didn’t. You hadn't even gone to lunch. And neither had Walker. And then he hadn’t seen you at all that afternoon.

Then you arrived late to dinner. Your smile exasperated as you sat in the seat next to John, who had arrived shortly before you. Bob frowned at his plate. Was he that easily replaceable?

—

You were distracted during training. John had beaten you every time you sparred. Each match had ended with you pinned to the mat, confused as one second you were looking at Bob and the next you were being slammed into the ground.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong with you today?”

You looked at John, who held his hand out to help you up. You rolled your eyes. Now he wanted to be a gentleman. Unlike moments before when he’d body slammed you.

“Nothings wrong.”

He scoffed, “Sure. Nothings wrong.” He looked at where Yelena and Bob were weight training. What that man needed to lift weights for was beyond him. Maybe he just wanted to show off in front of his girlfriend. He snorted at that. “Why aren’t you paired up with your boyfriend?”

You glared at him, “He obviously wanted to train with Yelena. It’s not like we always have to be together, all the time.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Are you jealous?” He followed you to the bench. Chuckling softly as you attempted to escape his questioning.

He bit back a laugh as you snapped a quick no.

“You’re totally jealous.” This time he didn’t hold back his laughter.

“I’m not. But whatever. Think what you want.” You shot him a quick glare as you took a drink of water. He gave you a pointed look. “Go away.”

“You don’t want me to go away. Because then you’d be alone because your boyfriend would rather hang out with blondie than you.”

You gasped and smacked his arm. “You are such a jerk. It’s no wonder your wife left you.”

He snorted. “That’s a low blow.” He wiped the sweat off his brow. “Anyways, I still need to get new dress shoes for the gala,” he glanced at you sideways, “after your boyfriend's last incident. Anyways, wanna come with? It would probably do you some good to get out of the tower.”

“I was just gone like half of yesterday. But sure. Whatever.” He snorted once again at your passive-aggressive response.

—

Several hours later you and John had returned from your shopping endeavors. At lunch, he had managed to worm his way into your mind and make you admit that you were, in fact, jealous of Yelena.

He had assured you there was no reason to be. You had confided that you worried he might be getting sick of your presence.

John had laughed obnoxiously and incessantly at that. Once he’d finally managed to calm down he’d said, “I am certain there is no way that Bobby doesn’t want you around. He’s practically obsessed with you. I think he’d glue himself to you…if he didn’t hate the feel of glue on his hands. Actually, he might just do it anyway.”

You hummed dismissively as you looked out the window. How could he say that? He was there with Bob last night. He was the one Bob was talking to. He was the one that had called you clingy. Not the only one, she thought.

You’d never taken John for a liar, but you also never thought you’d lose Bob to your clinginess.

You considered that it would probably be annoying having you around all the time. He never gets any time alone. But you worried about him. You knew how he got when he was alone. You thought your presence made him feel better, but maybe not. Maybe you had overestimated your place in his life. He was the ‘Golden god’ after all. And you were…nothing compared to him. You shook your head.

“We should get going. Your shoes aren’t going to find themselves.” You redirected the conversation.

“You’re such a dork.” He snorted at the look you gave him.

“And you’re an abomination, don’t talk to me.” He snickered as he held the door open for you.

—

In the elevator at the tower, John had told you to talk to Bob after dinner. He’d reminded you that he and Yelena were just friends.

“Plus he always wants to be with you. You’re the one he chooses to spar with. Yelena was the one that picked him as her partner earlier, not the other way around. And, he always sits by you at meals.”

You smiled at him. You felt a bit more confident about your relationship with Bob now after speaking to him. John was a good friend, some of the time. You frowned as you remembered his conversation with Bob last night. You shook your head. You walked past him as the elevator opened, hoping to get to dinner before you lost your nerve.

“I’m going to set my bags down. I’ll meet you at dinner.”

He nodded in affirmation.

After putting the bags away, you headed to the kitchen. Walking in, you searched the table for Bob. You headed for your seat, only to stop when you saw Yelena happily eating mac and cheese…in your seat. Next to Bob. You glanced at John, who just shrugged at you.

Bob hadn’t even noticed your arrival for several moments as he was too busy whispering something to Yelena.

His back straightened suddenly and he turned to look towards the woman who had just walked in. Bob looked between you and Yelena, who was oblivious to the silent exchange happening. He frowned as you walked over and sat next to John, and smiled at him.

Bob looked away from you. Suddenly he wasn’t hungry anymore.

After seeing him whisper softly to Yelena, neither were you.

—

The next two days were a lot of the same. You gave Bob space and he gave you space.

At meals, he’d sit by Yelena and you’d sit next to John.

At training, you’d train with anyone but each other.

At nights, you stayed turned away from him, pretending you couldn’t feel his eyes on you.

By the morning of the gala, the rest of the team was fed up with their behavior.

Bob was more irritable. His eyes flashing silver more times than not.

And you were avoiding everyone altogether. Except maybe John, be he also couldn’t find you half of the time.

The rest of the team gathered in Bucky’s room (against his will) to discuss what to do about the situation.

“Whatever is going on with those two needs to stop.” Bucky.

“For once, I agree with Bucky. Bob, or Void actually, told me that he was glad my wife left me and that I was going to die alone. He said I should just kill myself and be done with it.”

“Jeez. He told me that I should've stayed in the lab. And that I should just take my suit off and allow myself to disintegrate so that-”

“Well he told me-”

“Hey, guys— we don’t need to talk about what he said to us. He didn’t mean any of it. But we do need to figure out what’s wrong with them before Void gets out of control.”

“Okay, Bucky, how are we supposed to know what’s wrong with them? It’s not like either of them are super approachable right now.”

Yelena scratched her nose. John coughs. Everyone turns to them.

“What do you guys know?”

“Why are you avoiding eye contact, Lena? Lena, answer your father.”

“Well, Bob doesn’t really know what’s wrong. And I don’t either! But the night we went shopping for our dresses; me, Ava and,” she says your name, “When we got back, she went to put her bags away and she was happy. But when I asked her about the movie, she seemed…off. Like there was something wrong with her. But I don’t know what it could be. Especially since Bob was still with you when we started the movie.”

“Yeah, Bob was still with us that night. We were talking about…oh no.” John’s eyes widened.

“What?” Yelena asked.

“Oh no.” Bucky repeated John’s words.

“What?” Ava asked urgently.

Bucky smacked John on the back of his head, “This guy thought it would be a good idea to tease Bob about how much time his girlfriend spends following him around. Called her clingy.”

John rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “How was I supposed to know she’d hear? Plus, he didn’t even call her clingy. He just said they’re always together. Not that he minds. And why would that upset her?”

“She obviously didn’t hear the whole conversation.”

“Oh yeah, obviously.” He rolled his eyes.

“Guys, this is serious.” Yelena interrupts, “She doesn’t think Bob wants her around and Bob thinks she doesn’t want him around.”

“Well what are we supposed to do?” Ava questions.

“Whatever it is, we need to fix it before the gala.”

—

They did not fix it before the gala. In fact, they just made things much much worse.

While You were out, Yelena broke into yours and Bob’s shared room. She found Bob sitting in the bed with his hands cradling his head. Muttering to himself.

“She…gone. Doesn’t want…broken…stupid…leave…hate…miss her…doesn’t miss you…scared…she’s not…gone…left.”

”Bob.” His head snapped towards her, eyes red, cheeks stained with tears.

“You should go.”

“Oh Bob,” she sat next to him on the bed, “What is going on with you…” she trails off at Bob’s sharp look.

“There’s nothing going on.” Yelena’s gaze softened despite his sharp tone.

“There is definitely something going on. You’re like, well this.” She gestures to his tear stained face, “And she’s avoiding everyone. Well everyone except maybe Walker.”

Bob let out a dark chuckle. “Of course she’s with him.” He muttered, mostly to himself but Yelena heard it.

“That’s the problem? Walker? John Walker? Oh Bob, you know they’re just friends. That’s all they’ve ever been. And she’s dating you. She’s not the cheating type.”

“Well she’s hardly ever with me anymore. She can barely get through meals together in the same room, much less look at me. Which she doesn’t.” He laughed bitterly, “Even at night, she pretends to sleep, and I pretend not to notice,” His eyes flashed silver, “I bet she doesn’t pretend to sleep when she’s with Walker,” He glowered at the doorway, “I bet she doesn’t need to for what they’re doing.”

Yelena gasped, “Bob! You know she’d never do that.”

But Bob was gone. This time his eyes didn’t just flash. This time the dangerous glint stayed.

“Actually I don’t know. Maybe I would know if she wasn’t so busy throwing herself at any man available.”

Yelena gasped, “You don’t mean that.”

He looked back at her, expression cool, “I do, I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

He continued in a lowered voice, “Pretending to sleep while she is in my bed.” He stood up then, voice firm, “I should kill him. Then she’d come back. She wouldn’t have to waste any more of her time with him. She thinks I’m not good enough for her? He’s so much worse.”

Yelena shot up then, “You cannot kill Walker. She’d never forgive you.”

His eyes kept their silver glint, “I don’t need her to forgive me. I just need her to stay.”

—

Yelena left the room, shutting the door softly in hopes she wouldn’t agitate him further. She turned around quickly at a sharp gasp.

You were standing there, across from Yelena.

“You can’t go in there.”

“Right…” You trailed off, “And why can’t I go into my room?”

“Technically it’s Bob’s room.” Yelena flinched as she said the words, already wishing she could take them back.

You flinched too, taken aback by Yelena’s words. “Did— did he tell you that?”

“Um,” Yelena looked around desperately, hoping someone else from the team would show up to help her, “Not exactly.”

“Not exactly.” You repeated, “So he did then?” You glared at the doorway that Yelena was still standing with her back to. You are mad now. How dare he call he go behind your back and call you clingy. And now he was hanging out with Yelena alone in their his room? Oh, you were mad. You were furious.

“Where’d you put my dress?” You asked suddenly. Yelena’s body went rigid at your icy tone. You were going to make Bob regret ever pushing you away.

Yelena frowned at the bite in her friend’s tone.

“It’s in my room. I’ll help you get ready.” Yelena pulled you down the hall towards her room.

—

3 hours later, your hair was in a sleek low bun with tendrils framing her face.

Your makeup was done, complete with shimmery silver glitter coating your eyelids. You were wearing the dress you’d picked out with the girls.

Bob was going to lose his mind. If he cared enough to notice you. And maybe you were being dramatic. Maybe you were overreacting. But…it had been days and he hasn’t tried to talk to you. He hasn't reached out. You shook your head. Enough about Bob. You weren't going to cry and ruin the makeup you had just spent so long applying.

—

“Look over here, over here!”

“Bucky!”

“Congressman Barnes!”

“Ma’am! Ma’am!”

You forced a smile as you passed the paparazzi on the way to the entrance. Yelena and Bob were going to drive separately. You weren't told why, but had noticed hushed whispers exchanged by the rest of the team. Maybe none of them want you around. You frowned. Not everything is about you.

John guided you to the bar with his hand respectfully placed on your back. At least he seemed to want you around.

“You look miserable.” John snorted.

You glared at him, “I am.”

His expression softened at your words. He glanced at the entrance. Bob and Yelena had just walked in. He cursed under his breath. Yelena was supposed to keep Bob at the tower, Valentina’s orders that the whole team had to make an appearance notwithstanding. He shook his head, he needed to get away from you.

He snapped his head towards you, “I need to talk to,” he scanned the room for a familiar face, “Valentina.” He flinched, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

So maybe he doesn’t want you around.

You pretended to laugh it off, “When have you ever wanted to talk to Valentina? Whatever.” You pushed him away playfully, hoping he wouldn’t see how hurt you were.

He wanted to say something that would make you feel better, but he had to get away before Bob saw them together. Man, he really did not want to be killed by someone named Bob.

—

“Come on, Bob. Wait up.” Back at the tower, before the gala, Yelena was attempting to stall Bob. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't keep him from the gala if she tried.

“No.”

“Bob, wait!” He ignored her.

Yelena and the team had agreed that she’d stay back with Bob. He was already struggling to keep his other side at bay, even without fighting with his girlfriend.

“You don’t even have a tie!” He turned to her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I was supposed to have a tie. She was going to get one that would match her dress. When she went shopping with you and Ava. In fact, she was fine before leaving with you.”

He paused momentarily. Then his hand shot out and wrapped around her neck.

She clawed at his hand frantically. He lifted her slowly off the ground.

His voice took on a darker tone, “What did you say to her?” He glared at her.

With his hand still around her neck she choked out a soft, “Nothing. We didn’t say anything at all.” She shut her eyes tightly. Everyone else had left already, they’d rushed you out the door. “She was fine until we got back.”

Her vision was getting spotty now. “She only seemed upset when I went to ask if she wanted to watch a movie with us. Really.” Her eyes pleaded with him. He glared back.

He tilted his head thoughtfully to the side and set her down.

“I’m going to the gala, I don’t care what you do. Just don’t get in my way.”

—

Miraculously, sometime between him choking her and them arriving at the gala, she had managed to get Bob back.

Yelena finished concealing the bruises on her neck as Bob tried to remember what had happened back at the tower.

She shushed him as he mumbled apologies repeatedly.

“Just don’t hurt anyone else, Bob. Don’t hurt her.”

At that, he seemed to shrink in on himself.

“I wouldn’t hurt her.” But all he could think of is that he already had.

—

The back of his neck burned as cameras flashed. He could only hope the pictures wouldn’t show his shame.

Yelena whispered soft reassurances as she pulled him past the paparazzi. The noise of their shouts drowned out as he kept his eyes on the door.

Only 3 more steps and then no more cameras.

Once they got inside, he felt like he could breathe again. He tried to relax his shoulders but they didn’t seem to want to stay down.

He frowned as he noticed Yelena stop next to him. He looked around for whatever could’ve made her freeze like that.

His body tensed as his eyes landed on you. The air was knocked from his chest as he looked at you. You were beautiful. He smiles and shook a step forward, only to stop when he noticed what you were doing. As you sat at the bar, you were laughing — with John Walker. His chest tightened.

He glowered at Walker as he walked away from the bar. Leaving you behind. His girlfriend.

Mine. The other side of him was screaming in his mind. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to go to you or tear Walker apart limb from limb.

“Bob.” His ears were ringing.

“Bob.” His hands were shaking.

“Bob!” His blood ran cold.

Ignoring Yelena’s hushed exclamations of his name, he walked towards his girlfriend.

His girlfriend who was watching him approach. Watching Yelena tug on his arm. Watching him glare at her. At her.

You wiped your palms on your dress, hoping to calm your racing heart.

He froze. Eyes darting to your right. You followed his gaze.

Standing next to you was a man. A man who happened to be very important, as he was the biggest investor in the New Avengers.

You weren't sure how Valentina had managed to convince him to invest in the team, but you were sure that Valentina would kill you if he stopped funding the team because of you. All you wanted was to smooth things over with Bob.

Your anger had started to dissipate when you’d seen him walk in. Cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

That was your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. You loved him. And you wanted to fix this…thing between you two.

But he’d have to wait. At least until you were done ensuring that your job was secure for the foreseeable future.

You shot out of your chair, hands rushing to shake his.

Rushing so much that you managed to knock the drink out of his hands and all over his suit.

A few strangled gasps rang out from around the room.

“I am so, so sorry, Mr….” You trailed off, remembering that you didn’t actually know his name. Your cheeks turned pink as he laughed.

“Kennedy, Ma’am. And no worries, this suit was only several thousand dollars.”

“Oh, only several thousand?” You laughed, hoping your awesome sense of humor and charm could keep him from withdrawing his investments.

“Yes, I will admit it’s one of my cheaper suits…” You laughed politely in turn, wishing this conversation would end soon.

—

He was seeing red. The hair on his arms stood straight up. He growled. He actually growled.

Yelena was fully pulling his arm now. Attempting to drag him towards the back of the building.

But he wasn’t budging. He stood there, watching you laugh at something this guy was saying. Did you even know him? And if you did, how many other men did you know here? Bob shook his head and looked at his feet. That was Void talking, not him. What’s the difference? He snapped his head back towards you.

You were looking back at him. The man is still talking beside you, but you were looking at him. He grinned sadistically. You flinched. He glared at you before turning abruptly and walking away..

—

He had to get out of there before the Void took over fully. Yelena ran after him.

“Bob! Bob! Wait up.”

He continued stomping towards the balcony, mentally thanking Bucky for making the team go over the floorplan and exit strategies.

“Bobby.” He turned sharply and lifted Walker by the collar of his suit jacket.

“Stay away from her. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, don’t go near her. Stay. Away.” He glowered at John through the fringe of his hair.

“You gotta calm down, man. Someone’s gonna get hurt.”

“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t back off.”

Bob’s eyes glinted silver as he threw Walker to the ground and took off into the night sky.

—

Back at the tower, Bob had managed to calm down from his murderous rage. Slightly. Void was gone but Bob still wanted to strangle Walter Walker and that man at the bar.

Unfortunately, by the time Bob came to, the bedroom had been trashed. She is going to be so mad when she finds our room like this, he thought. He hurriedly started cleaning the room that had been torn apart.

He started by picking up the shards of glass from the lamp he’d thrown. Your lamp. Man, he’s really done it this time. He shook his head as he assessed the damage. It was bad. Really bad. The voice in his head got clearer as he gripped the dresser.

You always mess everything up. No wonder she wants nothing to do with you. She can’t even stomach looking at you.

He groaned as he cracked his neck. Your water cup had been knocked off the nightstand. He still left water for you every night, hoping you’d acknowledge him. Hoping he could still be useful.

As he reached between the nightstand and bed, he noticed that the bottom drawer had opened. Inside it lay a dark blue tie. He frowned as he slowly pulled it out of the drawer. So you had gotten him a tie? He thought you’d forgotten. Or chosen not to. There was only one thing he could think of now.

Why hadn’t you given it to him?

—

After seeing Bob stomp away, you hurriedly excused yourself from the conversation with Mr. Kelley? Campbell? Carter? You weren't sure, but it didn’t matter.

All you wanted was to see Bob. To apologize for being clingy? To beg him to give you another chance? You weren't sure exactly, but at this point you were willing to do anything if it meant he’d want you again.

You headed for the service entrance. Mentally thanking Bucky for making the team go over the floorplan and exit strategies.

Ducking past several servers carrying trays, you finally made it to the door. Steeling yourself against the cold air, you ran towards the tower.

It was only 4 blocks, what’s the worst that could happen?

———————————————————

Well, as you later found out, the worst that could happen was being kidnapped.

Bob was going to kill you. Or them. Or you and then them. Or vice versa. Probably vice versa.

“Hey I’m talking to you.” You tuned him out as he started spouting off obscenities. “I said, if you want to go home, you better hope your people are willing to pay more than my buyers are.”

“Okay, I’m…” You pretended to be nervous, mascara streaks running down your face. You made a mental note to buy waterproof mascara, although this did add to your theatrics, “I’m sure they will. They just need to know that they need to,” a hiccup to emphasize your distress, “need to know that they have to — have to pay.” You sniffled at the end. A pause.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, lady. I’ll get you a phone. One call. That’s it. If they don’t answer, you’re going to the highest bidder. If they do answer, well, you’re still going to the highest bidder, it just might be them.” The man laughed as he walked away. Bingo.

You looked around frantically, trying to gauge your surroundings. Looks like they brought you to an abandoned warehouse. How cliche. The wall to your right was covered in broken window panes, the bottom ones had tarps covering them.

There were several other men milling about; cleaning weapons, sorting cash, one was even drinking. Typical henchmen activities.

The man from before came back holding a dingy duct tape wrapped burner phone. They either weren’t very good at their job or just not paid well.

She looked him over; dirty jeans with a hole at the ankle, moth eaten shirt with oil stains, and a backwards baseball cap covered in grease marks. He wasn’t even trying to hide his identity. You rolled your eyes. Of course you’d be kidnapped by amateurs. The team was never going to let you live this down.

“One call.” He gave you a pointed look as he held the phone out to you.

You looked down at where your hands were tied to the chair you were sitting in.

“Um?” You prompted.

“Oh yeah, here.” He cut the rope that was strapping your dominant hand to the chair. You wished you could have laughed at him. Out loud. You definitely laughed in your head.

He handed you the phone. You thanked him in a ‘tearful’ voice.

Dialing Bob’s number, you prayed he’d answer.

One ring.

Two rings. Your breath hitched.

Three. You closed your eyes.

“Hi, it’s Bob. I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I might get back to you.” You cringed. Your eyes starting to water. He didn’t answer. He always answers.

“Hi Honey,” You cried, not even having to pretend anymore. “I miss you. I’m so sorry about —” The kidnapper barked at you to get to the point. A few of the other men looked over at them. You hiccuped. “Um, I was kidnapped. He said that I’m going to be sold to the highest bidder.” You sniffled. “And if I’m lucky, it would be you.” Your eyes darted past the man, to the others, counting how many weapons there were. You paused, pretending to listen to the person on the other end of the line.

You turned to the man who had kidnapped you. “How is he supposed to pay you?”

“Tell him to bring cash, go to the train depot by the docks, and I’ll find him.” Bingo again. Now you knew where you were. You repeated the information back into the phone.

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant and I love you, Honey!”

“Enough!” He took the phone from your hand, “Your one call is up missy. You better hope he —”

You jumped up, turned around and swung the chair into him, knocking him backwards.

“What —” Before he could even finish his sentence you had cut the rope off your other hand using the knife in your thigh holster. You tackled him to the ground. Mentally scoffing at how they didn’t even check for weapons.

A shot fired, hitting the ground next to you.

“Hey, watch it! She’s no good to us dead. Or mangled.” You jumped up.

As you swung her fist into the closest man’s jaw, you calculated the distance between yourself and the door.

Too far.

You turned back to the man and punched him in the neck. Wind knocked out of him, he fell over. Then you were able to kick him in the head and knock him out.

Another shot. And another. You dodged both of them.

You reached for the gun of the closest assailant, he jumped back. So you jumped with him. Tackling him to the ground, you grabbed his gun and shot him in the shoulder then the stomach. He cried out as his blood soaked your dress. Then you shot him in the head.

Another shot rang out, clipping your side. You gasped in pain, groaning as you rolled over, dragging the man's body with you for cover.

As you pulled his body towards an overturned table, you looked around the room. Only 2 men left. The man with the phone and the drunkard.

Well, you couldn’t get information from the drunk.

As soon as you were behind the table, you let the man drop from your grasp.

Shots continued to ring out, splintering the wood of the table you hid behind.

You checked the gun’s magazine clip. Only 2 bullets.

You checked the man’s body, no extra ammo.

Seriously, what kind of man doesn’t carry around extra ammo?

Well, at least you’re a good shot.

As soon as the shots stopped, you peeked over the table and aimed for the drinker’s head. His body fell to the ground, a slight ringing in the air as it echoed your shot.

The man with the phone looked at his co-kidnapper’s body. While he was distracted, you shot him in the hand, making him drop his gun. You leaped over the table and wrapped your legs around his neck, knocking him to the ground. You pulled out your knife

Knife to his throat, you threatened him.

“Shhhh, shhhh, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you too bad. ‘S long as you do what I say.” You grinned wolfishly as he whimpered.

“What’s your name?” He looked around desperately, only to find all of the others’ bodies lying still.

“Henry. Henry Miller.” His voice high.

“Okay Henry Miller, here’s what we’re gonna do…”

——————————————————

You were able to call the police using Henry Miller’s burner phone.

They made quick work of searching the warehouse. It was empty aside from a couple bags of cash and files, presumably saved to use as blackmail.

Henry managed to get a plea deal in exchange for everything he knew about the rest of the trafficking organization.

You were offered a ride back to the tower and quickly accepted, figuring you weren't going to try your luck walking alone in heels through the city. Again.

Bob was gonna kill you. If you didn’t kill him first for not answering.

—

Bob was a mess.

When the rest of the team had arrived at the tower, several hours after you and Bob had left, he’d asked where you were.

The team exchanged tense glances before telling him that you had left the gala alone. That they figured you’d be back by now.

Yelena said she had tried to call him, he held up his broken phone in response.

He croaked out your name before clearing his throat, “She left me a message earlier, but I couldn’t open it. What if she needs help?” His eyes started watering. He wiped the tears away roughly, not caring to hide them away from the rest of the team.

“Well, what’re we supposed to do? Scour the city? Send out a search party?” Walker questioned.

Bob glared at him, “If we have to. I need to find her.” Softer he spoke, “I need her.”

The team exchanged glances again.

Alexei spoke up this time, ever the optimist. “I'm sure she’s fine. They do not call her Nightstalker, Killer of Men for nothing.” Walker snorted.

“It’s true. She’s probably just getting food at that food truck you guys like.”

Bucky cut in, noticing Bob’s chest starting to heave, “We can access the message, let me just plug it into this transcriber.” Bob nearly chucked the phone at Bucky.

Walker snorted.

Bob just glared at him in response. John put his hands up, “Okay, well on that note, I’m going to bed. Wake me for breakfast when I can rub it in your faces that you’re all being dramatic and she’s fine.”

“I hope he never wakes up.”

“Bob!” several voices call out.

“Okay that's actually hilarious, Bobby.” John snorted, “And with that, I bid you adieu.”

“Bob, you can’t just say that.” Yelena chastised.

“We need to find her.”

“We need to be nice to our teammates.”

Bob rounded on Yelena, eyes flashing silver. “I need her to be okay. I need to find her. So suit up and look for her or get out of my way.”

“Okay, file is ready to transfer.” Bucky spoke.

Bob was there in a flash, hands grabbing onto the desktop. the rest of the team, minus John (and you) gathered around, close enough to hear but far enough to avoid Bob’s wrath.

Your voice started playing through the speaker.

“Hi Honey,” The metal of the desk creaked as Bob tightened his grip as your voice trembled.

“I miss you. I’m so sorry about —” A man could be heard yelling something unintelligible from the other end of the line.

You hiccuped, “Um, I was kidnapped. He said that I’m going to be sold to the highest bidder.”

You sniffled as Bob started to shake with rage.

“And if I’m lucky, it would be you.”

A pause. Bob’s heart pounded, threatening to burst from his chest.

Your voice was distant as you spoke this time, “How is he supposed to pay you?”

A man’s voice. The same one that was yelling. Closer this time, “Tell him to bring cash, go to the train depot by the docks, and I’ll find him.”

You repeated the man’s words. A sharp inhale, yours.

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant and I love you, Honey!”

“Enough!” The man’s voices was even closer now. Too close. “Your one call is up missy. You better hope he —” The message stopped.

Bob was panting now. His blood ran cold. His eyes were solidly silver as he crushed the desk beneath his hands.

“Get your suits on. Find her.” Bob tossed the couch into the wall as he passed, headed for the balcony.

“Um guys?” Ava spoke softly.

The rest of the team had started suiting up as Bucky worked on pinging your location using the gps tracker you kept in your shoes.

“Guys.” No response.

“Guys!”

“WHAT?” Everyone turns to look at Ava.

“It’s her. She’s back. Downstairs.” Bob appears next to her, faster than humanly possible.

He rips the tablet from her hands, watching it intently. On it, he sees a police car pull up outside the front of the building. He watches as an officer walks around to the passenger side and opens the door. A woman steps out, dress soaked in blood, bandages wrapped around her forearms.

Bob freezes. The elevator dings. Everyone turns with bated breaths. The doors open with a soft woosh.

You step out of the elevator, adjusting the neckline of your dress. You freeze when you see the rest of the team.

Bob breathes out your name. You’re already looking at him.

“We’re just gonna…”

“I’m going to…”

“We can talk in the morning…”

Everyone started announcing their departure. Ava phased through the doorway. Yelena pulled Alexei out into the hall.

You and Bob continued to stare at each other.

Bob's eyes wandered over your figure. Taking in your mascara stained cheeks. Taking in every cut and bruise. Every bloody bandage. He winced.

You took your time looking at him. His suit jacket was off, shirt untucked with the top few buttons undone.

In one hand he held a broken phone and in the other he held the tie you’d gotten. Your gaze softened.

“You got me a tie.”

“You didn’t answer the phone.”

You both spoke at the same time.

Your eyes watered.

He blinked.

“You —” he cut himself off with a shuddering breath, “you got me a tie. Why didn’t you give it to me?”

“You didn’t answer the phone.”

“My phone —”

“Is broken. I know.” You closed your eyes and laughed breathlessly. “I’m just processing that.”

You snapped your eyes open to look at him. He stared back, eyes wide. He’d missed your laugh.

“If your phone wasn’t broken…would you have…would you have answered?”

“I’ll always answer.” You nod hesitantly at this. He clasped his hands together behind his back, hoping to ease the burn as they yearned to reach for you. To touch you. To reassure you. To make you understand how much he cared, how much he needed you.

He was looking at you reverently, eyes glassy as he spoke, “I’d do anything for you.” Your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Really?” You asked, looking up at him in wonder.

“Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

You smile at him. For the first time in about a week, you smile at him. He exhales softly.

He smiles back.

“You got me a tie. Why didn’t you give it to me?” He repeats his earlier question.

“I didn’t think you wanted it.” He flinches at this.

“Why would you think that?” He asks incredulously.

She looks away. Eyes wander over the common area. She blinks. Just now noticing the torn pillows and broken television.

“What happened in here?”

“Why would you think that?” He asks more firmly, ignoring her question.

You look up at him. Your shoulders sink and your cheeks turn a bright red. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He wishes he could do that. He wishes you’d let him.

“I heard you talking to John.” His hands clench at the mention of the other man, “You said I was…always around. He called me clingy. You agreed. Or…you just didn’t disagree.” You trailed off as his gaze got more intense. “I thought you wanted some space. So I gave it.” As you spoke, he stepped closer, reaching for you.

“Space is the last thing I want. And you’re the last person I’d want it from. Yeah, I told John we were always together, but I also told him I didn’t mind. That I want you around. That if anything, I’m the clingy one.” He took a shuddering inhale. “These past few days, without you, with you ignoring me — it’s been killing me.” He put his hand on your face, holding it to his chest.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked, “Don’t push me away again.”

You shook your head rapidly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Standing on your tiptoes you peppered kisses across his face. You pressed your lips to his. He grinned against your lips.

They could talk about what happened to you in the morning. For now, it was enough that you were here. That you were his.

Tightening his hold on you, he hoisted you up and carried you down the hall to your bedroom. The one you shared.

He set you down inside and softly shut the door.

“Oh wow.” You breathed out.

Looking around the room, Bob remembered the mess he’d made and then abandoned after finding the tie.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

“‘Oh yeah’ he says, ‘Oh yeah.’” You giggled. He turned to glare at you playfully, but found he couldn’t even pretend to be upset with you. Not when you were smiling at him. Not when you loved him. So he settled for picking you up and tossing you on the bed. You laughed as he pounced on top of you.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Bob.”

He blinked at you.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

You pressed more kisses across his face.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he repeated his words, “Tell me again.”

“I love you.”

He felt like he could breathe again. His eyes watered as he smiled widely.

“I love you too.”

A/N: AHHHH THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER FIC (so please be kind), but I’d love any feedback!! Let me know what you guys thought of this!

-Xoxo, Amoebadue🤍

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! I know you’ve been writing a lot of Bob and Void stuff, but do you write for Walker? I don’t k ow why, and maybe I’m a little odd for thinking this, but I would like him as my big brother figure. Prehaps I could request platonic hcs of him where he and reader act like siblings? Reader is chaotic sunshine and they get on each other’s nerves, but they do truly care for each other!! Bonus points for bits of Bob x reader x void hehe

I love Wyatt Russell (hate Walker tho) so I’ll make an exception for you anon. this might have more bob x reader x void then necessary. I think Walker would be an okay sibling at best.

Major PSA for idiots and dipshits: Also if you don’t wanna read the John and reader sibling dynamic, just skip to the Bob x reader x void section do the headcannons or don’t bother reading this, I’m not holding your hand when most of you are grown adults who are responsible for what you read. (Though I question that level of responsibility everyday the more I hear you moan about fuck all since you’ve got nothing else to do) so don’t blame me for what you consume. Grow up or continue to show your ass like you typically do.

you didn't like walker and you typically liked everyone and will always let it be known as whenever you were working on your aim, you'd intentionally aim for him much to Walker's annoyance.

'Can you stop shooting for me, for five mintues!' he exclaims as he looks at you as you only smiled innocently back at him.

'i don't know what your talking about.' you tell him 'i'm trying to shoot for you but you keep moving like an annoying cockroach that refuses to die.' you added as Yelena, who was stood next to you this entire time, tried to hold back a laugh but failed.

'i'm really feeling the love here team.' walker says sarcastically, lightly swatting your bicep in a repremending act, only to get a smack to his bicep in return.

'we love you too john!' you called after him as you looked back at Yelena as she looked at you with a knowing smile. 'what?' you asked her.

'you might not be family but you and john act like you could've been siblings in another life.' yelena says and you couldn't help but make a face. You were well aware that your relationship with US Agent was an odd one, you acted like you hated each other but the way it came across was more like siblings flipping each other off from the doorways of your own rooms.

which is something you both actually did do on the odd occasion, walking by the doorway of eachothers rooms within the Watchtower and flip each other off wordlessly, it didn't matter if you had company either, you'd still flip each other off regardless. much to the amuesment of the other Thunderbolts.

you both often get asked if you two were in fsct siblings, only for you and john to look at each other as though it was an insult as you both replied simultaneously with a ‘no.’ even if there were times where John did make sure you ate, drink and took proper care of yourself when he thought that you were neglecting yourself more then you should.

He’s even drag you out of the room if he felt that you were isolating yourself in there for his liking. I’m talking busting down your door and dragging you out by your legs as you kick and scream at him to let go, all the while he’s telling you to get out and socialise with the rest of the team instead of being a hermit/ bedroom gremlin. ‘Fuck off!’ You scream at John, ‘what if I want to stay in bed and do nothing.’

‘No can do, now go out with Yelena, Ava or Alexi and socialise and get some fresh air instead of suffocating in the stuffy air of your room for god sake.’ John replied as he shoved you towards Ava and Yelena as you shot him a look over your shoulder as you followed your favourite teammates. ‘Have fun!’ He sarcastically waves at you while you only show him your middle finger. ‘Kids.’ He mutters under his breath as Alexi pats him on the shoulder ‘you’re a good older brother.’ He tells John as the dirty blonde waves it off.

He didn’t think he was fit to be an older brother figure, but you brought that side out of him with how easily it was to annoy one another, he still remembered when you took his helmet and gun and painted them a glittery pick mess. He couldn’t complain at the time as the mission was integral, but he did indeed give you a mouthful afterwards about touching his stuff and fucking with them.

John swears you give him a headache almost on the daily but he’s certain that he does your head in too. So the feeling was mutual as far as he was aware.

Yet you do have moments where the care you had for one another comes through on missions as you two were usually paired up together and the protectiveness came out when the other was in close proximity to danger. You’d shove John out the line of fire, he would shove you behind him when he saw someone aiming for you, shielding you both when they open fired on you both.

Your care for each other was silent but it was there in the small acts you do for one another in a rare moment of reminding that while you acted like you couldn’t stand each other, you were there for one another regardless of the shit you’ve both done.

BOB X READER X VOID

Now when you met Bob, you found him to be cute, slightly clumsy and awkward but in an endearing way that made you want to know him more, his puppy dog eyes didn’t help make matters better as you as you were quick to find yourself spending more time with Bob and ultimately catching feelings for him.

He was meek and barely meet your eyes half of the time when you talked to him, but yet he seemed to stay with you in comparison to the rest of the group, always shoulder to shoulder to you and sharing smiles with you from across the room as butterflies fluttered within your stomach.

‘What’s your name.’ You asked.

‘Bob.’ Bob replies with a small smile, a cute smile you’d determine as you noted how small he tried to make himself look despite his tall and strong stature. There was more to him then you could see clearly, you could tell that this man was of great importance that you assumed that even Bob himself wasn’t aware of just yet.

‘We’ll get along just fine Bob.’ You tell him as he made a face similar to that of a confused puppy, a handsome cute man that you could already tell you’d get dangerously attached towards within embarrassingly short time. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. ‘Call it a hunch but I just think we’ll work well together.’

‘I’ll trust your hunch then.’ Bob says with a smile and you knew immediately that you were fucked, he was even pretty when he smiled too with how his eyes shined and how his poetically radiated warmth and comfort that you wanted to bask yourself in forever.

Bob would find himself trusting himself within your presence more than others on the team, even going so far as you reach out and grab your hand in his and audible sigh at the touch, having gone without it for longer then he could remember. So needless to say you had become his primary person to look out for him, or just be there for him when the others went on missions and needed someone to be there with Bob until they get back.

You didn’t care as it meant you got to spend all the time possible with him as you made sure that when you were cooped up in the watch tower you would make sure that you and Bob were having fun however you could. Whether that be trying -and failing- to get into baking some cookies or watch tv together where characters make questionable decisions and Bob got to be highly amused by how annoyed you’d get when someone does something stupid.

Sometimes it got so bad to the point where he’d have to stop you from doing something rash as you ate half burnt cookies in a rather aggressive manner as you scowled at the television. It was a highlight for Bob as he got to be with you and experience all of you in your entirety. Only to end up finding himself falling more and more for you yet still being hesitant in calling the deep feelings he had for you as love or like.

So Bob takes his time with you and learns just as much about himself as he does learn about you in the process the longer he got to know and like every single part of you the more quality time you both shared without the rest of the Thunderbolts ruining it with their loud selves.

Void was equally intruded by you as much as Bob was and while he didn’t come out as often, he still was there within Bob as he got to go out with you on small trips together, or simply spending moments together in the watchtower.

He’s aware of all the moments shared between you and Bob and decided that he wanted that too, and to be selfish and more forward then meek, awkward Bob was about his own feelings that were now fully developed. Void understood what it was that he felt towards you and didn’t need anymore time to dissect and digest it, for whatever he wanted he would get sooner or later.

So don’t be surprised when you thought you were sharing a moment with Bob, only to be met with the pinprick eyes of Void as the entity merely chuckles at your look of surprise as he walks through your room as though he’s done it many times before.

‘Don’t look so surprise little bird.’ He tells you, his voice more confident and fuller then bob’s second guessing one, as though he wasn’t confident in using his own voice never less recognise it as if own, whereas void was fully aware of who he was and didn’t need to second guess himself when everything he did was absolute and precise.

‘You shouldn’t wear that face with me, when you look at Bob as though your moments away from grabbing him and kissing him at least.’ Void adds as you looked at him as he admired the photos you’ve took of yourself and fellow thunderbolt teammates and Bob.

Now with void you were a little more conflicted on how you felt towards the shadowy entity who could make people into shadows with a wave of his hand, a powerful being whom you’ve came across on occasions but he never did anything for you to detest him, only ever caress your cheeks and standing rather close to you for whatever talk to be considered casual.

He was bolder than Bob in what he wanted as void had kissed the back of your hand, drawn you close to him and even held you on rare occasions that you still think about at night, occupying your thoughts as you were conflicted on how to feel about void after what Bob had told you about feeling this endless darkness within him. One that only got worse when you were near him, as though it wanted to greet you personally.

Yet you couldn’t help but find Void charismatic and intriguing as the more you got to see him, which was mainly when you and Bob was alone or when everyone was asleep at night. He was dangerous and you knew that well enough to be cautious towards him but yet at the same time you couldn’t help but be drawn to Void whenever you do get to talk to him.

‘Where’s my kiss little bird? Am I not deserving of one unlike your precious Bob? Hmm?’ Void asks as he stepped close to you, his pinprick eyes looking deep into your own as your forced to admit that they were beautiful in their own right, in their own unique and unsettlingly way but beautiful nonetheless.

You would respond but you didn’t get the chance to becuase as soon as you blinked Bob was back in front of you, leaving you to process what had just happened just moments prior while Bob only looked at you in concern.

‘Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you did he?’ He’d ask as he placed his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes for anything that could give away to him if void did anything or not.

‘No, he didn’t.’ You replied to calm his nerves as he pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back as you gripped him tight, not truly grasping what you had gotten yourself into.