#both would suggest something to the other and they would try it out

[third-doctor]

It goes deeper than that. It's not that he's trying to purge a flaw, it's that he wanted to have two lives.

There's a letter at the end of the book where Jekyll describes everything. First off, we get this.

I was born in the year 18— to a large fortune, endowed besides with excellent parts, inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen, and thus, as might have been supposed, with every guarantee of an honourable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many, but such as I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life. Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty of; but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them with an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any particular degradation in my faults, that made me what I was, and, with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man’s dual nature.

Concealed pleasures, irregularities, a sense of shame... it's pretty easy to read between the lines there.

And then there's this.

I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together—that in the agonised womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then were they dissociated?

He didn't want to purge himself of something. He wanted to be able to move as an upright member of society without disgrace, and to be able to have his pleasures and "irregularities" without shame.

There's also this from the wikipedia page:

Living then in Bournemouth was the former Reverend Walter Jekyll, younger brother of horticulturalist and landscape designer Gertrude Jekyll, whom Stevenson befriended and from whom he borrowed the name Jekyll. Jekyll was almost certainly gay, and having renounced his Anglican vocation, and exiled himself to the Continent for several years, had clearly struggled to find his place in society. Stevenson was friends with other homosexual men, including Horatio Brown, Edmund Gosse, and John Addington Symonds, and the duality of their socially suppressed selves may have shaped his book. Symonds was shocked by the book, writing to Stevenson that "viewed as an allegory, it touches one too closely."

I've been going on a Jekyll and Hyde deep dive for weeks and looking into its adaptations as compared to the original and man. The queer subtext is fascinating. Can't wait until I get out of the late 19th/early 20th century scripts and get to modern adaptations.

I think we need one of those popular read-along blogs to tackle The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in the same way that's been done for Dracula and Moby-Dick. The number of folks around here who appear to be under the impression that reading a queer subtext into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a subversion rather than being straightforwardly material to the plot is frankly embarrassing, and I'm assuming this is because nobody's actually read the damn thing.

[keirareidss]

take the reigns - s.r

♡ summary: spencer wants to try taking control in the bedroom, it doesn't work out exactly how he planned pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut wc: 1.3k request here

Spencer is aware that his sex life was slightly unconventional. Traditional stereotypes present men as assertive, sexually adventurous, and emotionally restrained, and women as docile, passive, and emotionally sensitive. He knew that it was different with the two of you and, though he did enjoy it, god did he enjoy it, he felt a little... insecure about it.

He knew communication was important and he couldn't just introduce his idea in the middle of sex. He didn't think you would take it well if he, halfway through, started acting all confident and aggressive. So he decided to approach the idea during your post-dinner routine of co-existing in the living room.

You liked to call it parallel-play. A way of spending time with each other while also doing your own thing. Usually he would read on the couch while you either sat on the floor, doing a puzzle on the coffee table, read alongside him, or scrolled on your phone with your feet in his lap.

Tonight, you decided to let yourself go mindless, scrolling on your phone while he read, his hand on your knee. Spencer had opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed his mouth about four times now, trying to figure out what to say. He took a breath, ready to try again as you looked at him but once he caught your eye, he stopped again.

"What's going on, Spence? Is everything alright?" You were more than a little concerned by the fact that your talkative little genius had suddenly lost his voice.

"No, I'm- I'm fine." He cleared his throat. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Um..." He trailed off. Just do it Spencer. Rip off the band-aid. "I, uh- I wanted to ask if we could try something different?" He said clumsily and it only made you more confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Like... in bed." You tilted your head, biting your lip and struggling to figure out what he was talking about. At your silence, he continued. "I want to- to try being on top." His voice was getting quieter with insecurity as you finally understood.

"Oh. Really?" You asked and he just nodded, avoiding his gaze with a blush rising on his cheeks. You scooted closer, putting his bookmark back in his book and setting it aside. "Why don't you tell me what you'll do?" You suggested in a sultry voice and he looked at you.

"I- I'll, uh, pin you to the bed and... and tie your hands to the headboard." He started and you grinned at how nervous and stuttery he was. "Sorry, I'm not good at this." He said, looking down at his lap.

"It's alright. Keep going, I'm intrigued."

"Okay... I'll undress you and run my hands up your body." He was leaning in now, his nose brushing against yours. You bit your lip. he wasn't half bad at this. "Then I'll, um... I'll start by kissing your neck."

He felt the pull of his lips to yours like magnets and he couldn't resist anymore, slanting his lips over yours. You were glad he'd taken the initiative, one more step towards him being more dominant. You couldn't lie, you were kind of excited. Sometimes a girl just wanted to get fucked.

"Well, shall we move to the bedroom then? You can really show me what you want to do." You said suggestively and he nodded enthusiastically. You both got up, rushing to the bedroom, eager to get your hands on each other. Before you made it to the bed, Spencer caught you around the waist, pulling you into him and pressing another kiss on your lips. You slung an arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

"G-get on the bed." Spencer cursed himself for tripping over his words but either you didn't catch it or you didn't care, shuffling back on the bed until your back hit the headboard. You spread your legs open, ready and waiting for him. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of you and kissing you again.

"Take off your clothes." You ordered, forgetting about his wish to take control Apparently he'd forgotten as well, obeying your demand and stripping down to his underwear. He suddenly remembered his mission and tugged you further down the bed, taking both your hands in one of his and pinning them above your head. You grin up at him.

"Is this okay?" He asks, contradicting the dominant energy he was attempting to give off. You chuckled and nodded.

"Perfect, baby. Keep going." He uses his other hand to undo your pants. He tugged them off and then pulled your shirt off as well. His lips found yours and you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down and making him moan. He absentmindedly let go of your hands, moving to hold your side, his thumb brushing the bottom of your breast. You raised one leg, hooking it over his hip and he lets you flip him on his back, straddling him.

It seems you'd both forgotten he was supposed to be on top again. He let you grind your hips down onto him, his hands gripping your hips as you moved your lips to his collarbones, nipping marks into his skin. You reach down, palming him through his boxers and he bucks up into your hand. You slid your other hand up his chest, brushing your thumb over his nipple and he whimpers.

"That feel good?" You asked. His brain was too hazy to answer so he just whined, nodding his head. You pinched the hard bud between your fingers and he gasped, jolting slightly at the sensation.

You pulled his cock from his boxers, the tip red and leaking precum. You sat up, positioning your hips over his length and sinking down onto him. The stretch always made you feel so good, his hardness filling you up so nicely.

"Shit, oh my god." Spencer moans breathily and you slowly start moving your hips up and down. You reach back, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Spencer is transfixed by the movement of your breasts, bouncing up and down as you ride his cock. He sits up, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking, at which you moan. He flicks his tongue over the firm peak and you fist your hand in his hair, arching your back.

"I'm close, I'm close." He whines as he buries his face in your neck.

"Let go for me, Spencer." You said, grinding down harder on his lap. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly to him as he jerks and twitches underneath you, cumming inside you. You follow soon after, going still atop him as you coated his cock with your sweet release.

He falls back on the bed, his chest heaving, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You slowly lift off of him and he flinches at the stimulation. You laid down next to him, propping yourself up on one elbow to look down at him with a loving smile. You brushed his hair back from his head and he looked up at you.

"You okay?" You asked and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I was supposed to be on top." He mumbled grumpily and you chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. We can try again if you'd like." You suggested with a grin. He shook his head.

"Not yet. I might need a snack first." He murmured, snuggling into you. You chuckled, laying down and letting him curl into you, wrapping your arms around him. You'd try as many times as Spencer wanted to be on top, as long as he was trying with you.

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[cherspastries]

HOW STRANGE,

TO DREAM OF YOU.

THE ARTIST & THE ATHLETE

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

SUMMARY 𐙚 Danny seeks out a new tattoo artist: You! He keeps finding excuses to come visit you, and it’s obvious.

WARNINGS 𐙚 Fluff, suggestive jokes, partially written but primarily a smau

A/N 𐙚 Hi guys! Thank you sm for all the support :)

DIRECTORY | MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN

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📍 Tattoo Parlor

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user3 I’ve been here and the service is great 😍

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user4 Do you do piercings?

yourusername Our shop does, yes! I don’t do them myself though

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user1 This is so cute 🥹

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user3 OMG I’ve been there, my favorite artist is Y/N they’re soo sweet

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user4 This is so fire

lando You know what’s even funnier than 3

danielricciardo 4!!!

user5 I miss him everyday

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For about the fourth time this week you found yourself looking up upon the chime of the door’s bell, only to see Danny wandering back into the shop. Your client gasped, trying to hold deathly still despite the excitement of witnessing a Formula One driver right in front of him. You pulled the tattoo gun away, sitting back in your chair.

“Welcome in, Danny,” You called out nonchalantly. Your client pushed themself up onto their forearms, hissing as their back scrunched up, applying a sting to the fresh tattoo. “I’ll be with you in just a sec.”

“Nah, take your time.” He sat himself in one of the lobby chairs, getting a few rather obvious stares from other clients who were waiting. You quickly finished up the piece you were working on, checked out your client, and then approached your newfound friend.

“What’re you in for this time?” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a pointed expression. Danny held his hands up, playing the role of innocent. “Oh, please.”

“Hey, is it a crime to visit a friend?”

“When they’re working, yeah.”

“Hey— I’m paying you!” You both laughed. Other patrons eyed you both, unsure of what to make of the interaction. It was weird to see some local artist such as yourself talking to a hit celebrity like Daniel Ricciardo.

“Seriously though, what do you want? Another touch up? Something new?” You walked away to take your gloves off, applying hand sanitizer afterwards. It was important to keep the place clean and hygienic. People already trusted you with their skin, letting you apply something permanent. It would be rude if you got them sick while you were at it.

He trailed after you like a lost animal, leaning up against the counter next to you. He’d been there about six times now, and he was already acting like you owned the place. Of course, you didn’t mind, but it was always entertaining to watch someone become so familiar with your little shop.

“Nah,” He looked around like he was stalling for time, huffing a sigh. You raised your brow and tilted your head. “I just wanted to know if you’d accompany me on a date. Nothing too fancy.”

You raised your brows with amusement, a little smile decorating your lips. The same lips he had been nonstop staring at, because they were so plump and pretty and he just wanted to steal a kiss away from you immediately. “Yeah?” Oh and that voice of yours. Smooth like honey, and absolutely beautiful. “What if I want fancy?”

“Then you’ll get fancy,” Danny replied as if he was willing to give you anything you wanted. It was instantaneous. He didn’t even need to think about it.

“No,” You lightly smacked his chest. “I’d love to go on a date with you, but you’re right. Fancy’s not my thing.” He grinned. You could tell he had managed to keep his cool, but you could also sense the relief flooding him at your positive response. As if you’d say no. “7pm Saturday. Don’t be late.”

He didn’t even get to reply before you were leading another client back to the chair. He watched you walk away, stunned by your confidence. He watched knowing that he picked the right person…

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🎵 Eagles • Hotel California - 2013 Remaster

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lando I’m so jealous of you 😖

yourusername We can share him

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user4 Gorgeous beautiful radiant princess… Oh and Y/N too

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danielricciardo Come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth

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[alisonsfics]

the art of collaboration

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x john walker (winter agent x reader)

summary: bucky and walker couldn’t stand each other, and that was before they both starting competing for your affection. you remind them that there’s much more productive ways to get their energy out.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, double penetration sex, anal, bucky reader and bucky have a past as fwb, lots of jealousy, dirty talk, mini praise kink, minors DNI

All of it echoed in your mind. Your friends yelling at you, trying to get your attention. The blade that sliced your arm. And then the detonation. It was all a blur after that.

It was your fault.

You and the rest of the team were sent on a mission— it was all very standard. There was a covert science team running illegal experiments. The team’s task was to bring in the leaders and retrieve all the data from the experiments. The data had crucial details about different buyers and sellers who’d helped keep the experiments running.

Everything was going according to plan— until it wasn’t. The rest of the team got caught in a cage that fell from the ceiling because you accidentally stepped on a pressure plate.

You didn’t even see the lead scientist sneak up behind you until he sliced your arm with a dagger. He snuck away and hit a detonate button on the way out.

It was only because of your friends that you all made it out alive.

They could’ve died. And their blood would be on your hands.

You were now sat towards the back of the jet, away from all the others. They weren’t mad at you, but you felt guilty and embarrassed.

Bucky was the first to come over to try to comfort you. You and Bucky had a long history.

Steve introduced you both after the Sokovia Accords incident, where you were both labeled enemies of the state.

You, Steve, Bucky, and Nat had been on the run together. Long nights with Bucky turned into long conversations which led to a growing bond. You both confided in each other— both of you having dark pasts.

Then, one night that friendship turned into something else. Steve and Nat had gone to fetch resources, leaving you and Bucky alone at the abandoned house you were all staying in.

Bucky accidentally walked in on you changing, but when he turned around to leave, you pulled him back towards you. It was fueled by loneliness. You both wanted to feel wanted by someone— even just for one night.

It became way more than a one night thing.

Neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship, so you suggested being friends with benefits. The last remaining bit of 1940s morals that Bucky had were in shock. After his shock wore off, he agreed.

You both only called things off after the battle against Thanos.

Neither of you had even brought it up since joining the Thunderbolts.

Bucky sat down beside you. “You can’t beat yourself up for what happened.” He told you, softly. You shook your head. “Buck, it was all my fault. I did everything wrong. What if you had gotten hurt or died? That would be on me, nobody else.” You argued.

He hesitantly took your hand in his. He leaned in closer to you, so no one would overhear him. “You once told me that when you looked at me, you didn’t see my mistakes. You said my heart spoke louder than my mistakes. I look at you the same way.” He told you, genuinely.

His words brought tears to your eyes. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you, Bucky.” You admitted. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was one of the few constants in your life.

“I can’t care this much. It put the team at risk. I can’t be so worried about your safety that I put the entire team in jeopardy.” You told him, pulling away from his touch. He went back to join the others, knowing you needed your space.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. She’s distraught. Now is not the time to make a move.” John scoffed at him. It wasn’t the first time they’d fought over you. Bucky gave him a quick jab in the ribs before returning to his book.

When you all landed at the tower, you went straight to your bedroom. You wanted to be alone, little did you know that John was hot on your trail.

He caught your bedroom door before you closed it. “Wait up,” he called, closing your door behind him.

You spun around. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, wiping away the tears that had been on your cheeks moments earlier.

“I wanted to check on you.” He said, closing the distance between the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. You felt yourself lean into his touch as you broke down sobbing.

He squeezed you tighter. He hated seeing you upset. He hadn’t known you for very long, but he found himself thinking about you more often.

He softly stroked your hair, trying to bring you any comfort he could. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” He murmured into your hair.

He felt his heart melt when you pulled away and he saw your red eyes. He cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

You sat down onto your bed, while he made his way over to your dresser. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tshirt for you. It was the first time you’d gotten to see John be this caring. It was easy to imagine him as a romantic partner or a dad.

He kneeled in front of you, taking off your combat boots. He moved onto the zipper of your suit, unzipping it all the way. He pulled down your suit, until you were left in a black bra and panties.

He ignored the part of his brain that had always dreamed of seeing you like this. It wasn’t time for that. And that wasn’t why he was helping you. He was comforting you because he cared about you.

He closely examined the cut on your arm. “It really fucking stings,” you hissed.

“I’ll clean it up.” He said, grabbing the medical supplies he knew were in your bathroom. He cleaned and bandaged your arm with a gentleness that was a direct contrast to his strength as a super soldier.

“There we go, princess. I’ll even kiss it better,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss against the bandage. You surprised yourself when you giggled at the gesture. That laugh was melodic to John’s ears.

He quickly helped you get dressed into the clothes he’d grabbed. “Do you need me to grab you anything else, princess?” He asked stroking some of your hair behind your ear.

“Stay with me?” You asked him, softly. The frailty he heard in your voice could make him give in to every one of your desires.

He nodded, giving you a soft smile. “I’ll go to my room and get changed out of my gear. Then, I’ll be right back. I promise.” He kissed the back of your hand before leaving.

You curled up under the duvet, trying to ignore the flashbacks to the mission that kept popping into your head. You turned a movie on, so you could quiet the voices in your head.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you replied, softly.

John snuck into your room, wearing a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. You definitely took notice.

He lifted up the duvet and crawled in beside you. His body was practically radiating heat. You curled into his touch, resting your head on his chest.

“You look so pretty like this.” He said, weaving his fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp. You hummed, contently. “You like that?” He asked you, softly.

You nodded, caressing his chest with your fingers. “Don’t stop. It feels so nice.” You told him.

You both focused on the movie, enjoying the other’s company. You pulled yourself closer to him, throwing one of your legs over his hip. He tried to fight the smirk on his face.

He grasped at the back of your thigh, letting his hand slowly dip down to rest on your ass. He waited to see if you’d pull away. You didn’t. In fact, he thought he saw a smile on your face.

He swore under his breath when his phone dinged beside him.

A text from Yelena popped up: “You need to do your debrief mission report. I don’t make the rules.”

“Ahh fuck, princess. I have to fill out a stupid report really quick, but I’ll come right back. You be okay without me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Go ahead. You know where to find me.” You replied.

A few seconds after he left, there was a quick knock at the door. That was fast, John. “Come in,” you said.

You were surprised to see Bucky standing in your room. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “What’re you doing here?” You asked him. Your shock was written all over your face.

It brought back too many memories of Bucky sneaking into your room late at night.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, gently. He stood still— waiting for any sign from you to proceed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t been alone.

Then, you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You didn’t know how but you knew he knew you hadn’t been alone.

“I really don’t want to talk about the mission anymore.” You told him, honestly.

“That’s okay, sweets. Whatever you need.” He said, walking around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed two phones and his wallet out of his pocket and set them on the beside table.

“Is that Yelena's phone?” You asked, recognized the sparkly navy blue phone case.

“Maybe,” he winked, shrugging at you. You were left stunned as you realized he sent the message to get John away. He sat down onto the mattress beside you. “Why do you both get on each other’s nerves so much?” You asked him, curiously.

Bucky and John were always butting heads, but it was starting to become more frequent. And most of the time, their arguments were centered around you— who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to train with you, etc.

“I hate watching him drool over you, sweets.” He almost growled. Just the mental image of how John stared at you when you entered a room was enough to send a chill down Bucky’s spine.

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were on your back. His large fingers massaged your muscles the way he knew you loved. Old habits kicked in as he perfectly kneaded the knots in your back.

You whimpered, arching your back. “Still know you better than anyone, sweets,” he whispered into your ear. His breath against the back of your neck made goosebumps appear down your arms.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the base of your throat. He slowly moved up, peppering soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The kisses turned sloppier. “Bucky, what’re you doing?” Your breath hitched in your throat. He waited a minute before responding. He left wet kisses all over your skin.

“Just trying to make you feel better,” he said simply. He still knew your body like the back of his hand. He started sucking on the skin behind your ear— knowing it would make you squirm and lean into him.

Your breaths came out light and airy. “Missed you,” you mumbled, reminiscing.

The door to your room swung open, revealing John. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Your eyes softly closed as Bucky worked on giving you a hickey.

“Come on, Barnes. This is just desperate.” John scoffed, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“Oh look, Walker here to ruin the day, just on schedule.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky got up from spot next to you, going toe to toe with John.

“Move on, old man. She doesn’t want someone like you.” John taunted. The only reaction he got out of Bucky was a chuckle— a chuckle that let John know he only knew the half of it.

“Really? Cause we have ten years of history that disagree.” Bucky said, winking over at you. John’s hand curled into a ball. He glanced over at you. From the look on your face, he knew Bucky wasn’t bluffing.

“Well you clearly weren’t leaving her satisfied enough if she came to me. Don’t worry, princess. I know how to take care of you.” John responded.

The two were scowling at each other, and you wondered how long you had until one of them chose violence.

“What if I want you both?” Your voice came out small and weak. Their necks both snapped as they quickly looked over at you. They looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. “What do you mean, sweets?” Bucky asked.

He wanted to make sure that this was really what you wanted before he went any further. “I’m so tired of being the logical one all the time. I just want to be selfish for once and do something that feels good.” You explained, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

Bucky and John both looked at each other— there was an unspoken agreement. Their feud? Didn’t matter right now. You needed them, and that was all they cared about.

“You want the two of us to take care of you, princess?” John asked, slotting himself behind you on the bed. He raked his hands down your sides, playfully squeezing your hips.

His fingers found the hem of your tshirt and started to tug it over your head. Bucky grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants, slowly pulling them down your legs. They both didn’t waste any time stripping down to their boxers, letting the rest of their clothes land in the pile on the floor.

Bucky kneeled on the mattress in front of you. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together as you looked at him. “You gonna let me see how wet you are?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head, biting down on your lip.

It was all too natural for Bucky to jump back into this setting. There was something familiar but also new about it.

He hooked his fingers in your panties and tore them off your legs. “Oh, fuck. You’re dripping, sweets. All this from the thought of two super soldiers fucking you.” Bucky groaned.

“I can smell you from here. You smell so sweet, princess. You gonna give Bucky a taste?” John whispered in your ear.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged him.

John sat down with his back against the headboard, slowing spreading his legs and pulling you to sit with your back against his chest. Bucky crawled up between your legs.

There was a popping sound as John unclasped your bra and threw it onto the floor. His hands roughly reached forward and grabbed your breasts. You whined, letting your eyes flutter shut.

You felt Bucky throw your legs over his shoulders as he licked a thick stripe through your folds. You squirmed against Bucky's tongue, high-pitched moans leaving your lips.

John softly pinched your nipples, making a jolt run through your body. “Right there, Buck, please,” you whimpered as Bucky’s nose rubbed against your clit.

Your hands flew down to John’s bare thighs, sinking your fingers into the meaty flesh. Your nails left little crescent indents. “Look so pretty squirming like this,” John praised you in your ear. Bucky shared a similar sentiment, so he sped up his pace.

John loved feeling the way your back arched against him. There was no space between the two of you.

Bucky drew figure eights on your clit with his tongue. Every time you squirmed, he tightened his grip your thighs.

Every inch of your skin was on fire. Every touch from the men seared into your skin and your memory.

Your stomach felt tight as Bucky swirled his tongue around your clit. You called out his name, one of your hands flying down to grab onto Bucky’s hair. You held his head still, grinding down against him.

A mix of a groan and moan left his lips— the soft vibration made your belly tingle. Bucky always loved when you manhandled him when he was going down on you.

You clenched your thighs around Bucky’s head, feeling the room start to spin. “Gotta keep these wide open,” John said, grabbing onto your thighs and pulling them apart as far as he could.

The feeling of Bucky’s mouth on you was too much for you to handle. You kept one hand wrapped up in Bucky’s hair, while your other hand snuck back and cupped the back of John’s head. You were clinging to them both like you needed them to live.

“Go ahead, princess. You can do it, cum for us.” John coaxed you, placing kisses along your shoulder blades.

John’s touch was soft and gentle— pulling you back down to earth. While Bucky’s touch was hungry and electric, and made you soar.

Your breathing quickened, tightening your grip on both the men. “I’m gonna, oh— fuck, baby,” you screamed.

Your high hit you all at once. John kept your thighs spread for Bucky, allowing him to press kisses against your clit while you gasped for air. You threw your head back against John’s shoulder.

“So fucking beautiful,” Bucky swore when he finally came up for air.

He leaned towards you, kissing you gently as you recovered from your orgasm. You tasted yourself on his lips. It made you hungry for more.

You reached backwards, grasping for John’s shoulders. “You want to have John fuck you now? Want him to fill you up really good?” Bucky teased you.

The wind was knocked out of you— and your body was exhausted. Both from the long mission earlier in the day and from Bucky’s mouth.

“So tired, but I need you so bad, John.” You guided his fingers towards the slickness between your legs.

He swore under his breath when he felt your arousal soak his fingers. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll do all the work— gonna fill up this pretty cunt.” He told you.

Bucky moved to the end of the bed, slipping his hand into his boxers as he watched you both. Watching you with someone else meant Bucky didn’t miss a second of seeing you come undone.

John laid you down on your side and then laid himself down in front of you. He saw the fatigue in your eyes, but also saw the neediness.

He roughly grabbed your top leg and hooked it over his hips. “You need my cock so bad, you’re gonna let me fuck you sideways, princess?” He asked.

You eagerly nodded your head. “Please, John. Fill me up,” you were begging him.

“Fill you up with what, honey? You want my fingers?” He teased you. He knew damn well exactly what you needed. He pushed two fingers into you, softly pumping them in and out of you.

You whimpered as he curled his fingers inside of you. “It’s not enough, John. I need your cock, please. Need to feel you,” you said, reaching down and palming him through his boxers.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned. The sight of you begging for him was too much. He rutted his hips against your hand.

Quickly shedding his boxers, John lined his cock up with your leaking entrance. He practically groaned just imagining how easily he’d be able to slip into you.

“Oh, wait a minute. You have any condoms in here?” John asked you. Every second he waited without being inside you was painful. “Second drawer, right side,” Bucky mumbled, gesturing towards the bedside table.

Bucky groaned as John rummaged through the drawer. Bucky tightened his grip on his cock, letting his eyes linger on the arousal that was coating the inside of your thighs.

“How do you know…?” John’s brain started to fill in the rest.

“Old habits, remember,” Bucky teased.

“Grab two,” you mumbled, breathlessly. They both froze. You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards you. “You gonna take us both, sweets? You need two super soldiers to feel full?” Bucky asked. His shock was written all over his face.

He nestled himself behind you, grabbing your hips greedily. They both quickly slipped on the condoms, not wanting to wait any longer. “Don’t worry, we’ll start gentle.” Bucky whispered into your ear.

John hooked your leg around his hip again, prodding your entrance with his cock. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder as he pushed through your folds slowly. “Fuck, you feel so tight, princess.” He groaned.

He only pushed half his cock inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. Then, you felt Bucky’s hand on your hip, possessively. He pushed you towards John. It felt like you were splitting you open as John bottomed out, his hips rubbing flush against yours.

John let out a choked moan. You couldn’t even adjust to the feeling before you felt Bucky’s cock plunging into you. You swore under your breath.

You felt such a fullness that you couldn’t even move. “Just a second, oh god,” you moaned, clinging to John’s shoulders.

Your skin was on fire. You were sandwiched between the two men that towered over you. John pressed up against your chest and Bucky shoved against your back.

The heat radiating off their skin made it hard to focus. Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, holding his hand against your stomach. The cold sting of the metal provided a perfect relief.

“Can feel how full you are, sweets,” Bucky said, feeling the pressure in your abdomen with his hand.

Bucky wished you could see how good you looked being stuffed full by both men. He pressed kisses down your throat and onto your shoulder. “You’re takin’ us so well, princess. You ready for us to move?” John asked gently.

John started thrusting into you first, with Bucky not far behind him. “Shit, princess. Keep squeezing my cock like this, and I’m not gonna last very long.” John swore.

Then, they found a rhythm, both of them snapping their hips into you at the same time. “You wanna make her cum, Walker? Talk dirty to her,” Bucky instructed, remembering the trick he’d learned a long time ago.

John noticed the way your eyes shot open, questioning if you heard him right. That assured him that Bucky was telling the truth. “Wouldn’t expect that from a sweet little thing like you, princess? Is Bucky telling the truth?” John asked, tightened his grip on you as he kept pounding into you.

“Uh huh,” you tried to respond as your mouth hung open. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything besides the way they were thrusting into you with super soldier pace.

The noises coming from where their bodies met yours were pornographic. “Look at that, princess. You’re coating my cock so well. Feels like your tight little cunt is made for me— squeezing me so perfect.” He moaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“Didn’t know you liked it so dirty, sweets. It’s not even enough for you to have one of us. You need to have all your holes filled?” Bucky coaxed. Bucky knew you were close from the way you were panting.

A wave of pleasure washed over you as the base of John’s cock brushed up against his clit. When he did it again, you knew it wasn’t accidental.

“I want to cum,” you begged them.

“Go ahead, princess. Cum for us.” John instructed. The room started spinning. You were too full— too full to handle. Deep grunts came from both the men.

Your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit… I’m—” you gasped.

“Me too, sweets,” Bucky panted in your ear, shooting hot ropes into the condom.

Bucky's thrusts slowed down as John continued pounding into you, chasing his own high. “Come on, John, sweetie. Cum for me,” you praised him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts faltering as he came.

They both coaxed you down from your high. Bucky’s cold metal fingers tracing down your back, following your spine. John caressed your thigh, which was still haphazardly thrown over his hip.

“So pretty when you cum, princess,” John whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I agree, sweets. You did such a good job takin’ us so well.” Bucky praised you as well.

Their sweaty bodies clung to yours. “Fuck, I need a shower.” You panted.

“Would you like some company? Room for two maybe?” Bucky whispered in your ear. You knew you were in for a long night.

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The hexcore being sentient is among my favorite interpretations of canon. I also heavily fw the idea of it instinctively not liking Jayce.

From what the show suggest with it being triggered into action by absorbing Viktors blood, it could be interpreted as a somewhat Nosferartu-esque creature. And Viktor, with his brilliant mind, affinity for taking risks and failing body is kind of the perfect victim.

The fact Viktor starts to have visions because of it, also aligns with the Nosferatu allegory - it's basically a horror trope and I think Viktors story equally feels like gothic and cosmic horror.

But here’s the thing: the show never tells us explicitly how to interpret Viktor’s fusion with the Hexcore. Is it a seamless blend of his consciousness and the core’s will? Is it still entirely Viktor, with the Hexcore subtly influencing him at critical moments? Or is it something more metaphysical — two distinct entities now sharing a single body? There is one scene of dialogue that explores this - right after Viktor emerges from the hex-goo. It's also what sparked the idea of writing this post, because it exemplifies the concept of the hexcore being sentient and it's feeling towards Jayce so well. Here is what I mean: Jace: "You must be cold" Viktor: "Cold? No I don't think so. I feel a...charge. A potential. A recursive impulse. Unpleasant but 'cold' isn't its name" 

Viktor is basically telling Jayce how he feels. But the way it is worded is so distinct and unusual that I am certain it is no longer just his own feelings, but also the "feelings" of the hexcore that he is trying to navigate. And it makes me land on the interpretation, that at least at this point in time, Viktors feelings exist simultaneously to the "feelings" of the hexcore. The brilliance of this piece of dialogue lies in how each word can be interpreted as meaning something slightly different, depending on if you think it is coming from the hexcore or from Viktor.

I'll go through each section of Viktors line and my understanding of it. "Cold? No I don't think so." This part basically tells us that Viktors body no longer translates sensation in the way a human body would. The hexcore and Viktor are in alignment on this

"I feel a...charge." Here is where things get interesting. Imo charge could refer to both the energy of the hexcore now lacing through Viktor, but also how the situation he is in with Jayce feels charged. It's like he is saying the quiet part out loud, because while Viktor can feel it, he is currently not able to integrate the emotion because of the hexcores presence.

“A potential.” This could allude both to the general potential of Viktor’s new power and to the potential he sees in his connection with Jayce. For Viktor, this potential may lie in the way Jayce has changed — in his willingness to leave everything else behind and stay with him. (There’s a great post explaining how, in other timelines, Jayce likely does join Viktor in the commune.) I think that’s what has become possible in this moment.

From the hexcore’s perspective, however, the potential in Jayce might refer to the same potential it perceives in all humans — the ability to absorb it and bring it closer to perfection.

“A recursive impulse. Unpleasant, but ‘cold’ isn’t its name.” Oof. This part kills me — because there are so many ways to interpret it, and they all carry weight.

To me, the recursive impulse is definitely related to Jayce — but what exactly the impulse is, remains ambiguous. It could refer to the urge to absorb him into the hivemind and reshape him, something Viktor is actively resisting. But it could also be something more abstract: a depersonalized, almost alien way of describing how Viktor feels in Jayce’s presence — caught in a loop of unresolved emotion, unable to move forward.

My favorite interpretation is that this line reflects a conflict between Viktor’s emotions and the hexcore’s urges — a feedback loop, recursive because there’s no resolution. They keep pulling in different directions.

Notably, Viktor says this right after Jayce embraces him. You can actually see the surprise on his face shift into something closer to sadness. I’ve always read that as the moment he realizes: the thing he’s always longed for is suddenly within reach — but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Because Jayce has broken his trust. And also, quite literally, Viktor’s sensory experience is no longer what it used to be.

Later, when he says “In my confusion, I was unable to reconcile this,” I believe he’s referring back to that exact moment — the emotional and cognitive dissonance he couldn’t resolve at the time.

I also need to mention, how the hexcore alters Viktors voice when he speaks - completely taking over in certain moments. Him saying the word "affection" is one of those. It puts so much emphasis on that one word - and the choice of using that term in particular. Because affection has a double meaning, referring either to emotional warmth, like love in everyday language or to illness or pathological conditions in medical terminology. The latter being how the hexcore views Vikors feelings towards Jayce. There is more to be said about the interplay of Viktors mind and the hexcore, when it comes to the realization of Jayces true motivations for keeping him alive after talking to Singed in the commune. But this post is already long so I will move on to the final scene in the astral plane, and my headcanon for Jayvik postcanon in relation to the hexcore:

I like to think that, at the very end — on the astral plane — the arcane is actively trying to keep Jayce away from Viktor. But then it realizes that it’s futile, because Jayce will never let go of him again. So it shifts its approach and, instead, fuses the two of them together in some way.

I think that would perfectly align with the idea of the arcane being capable of learning, as Jayce once described it. It’s not something that can ever truly be defeated — but it can adapt. And now, it adapts to having two hosts instead of one.

The narrative potential of what that could mean for both Jayce and Viktor is huge. (And on a lighter note: this would technically give us a canon throuple in Arcane — Jayce, Viktor, and the Hexcore.)

[redsshanks]

i beg of thee, for some ace x reader 🙏🏻 fluff or nsfw is fine, but i read some of your previous stuff and its so good i crave the ace!!!!!!!! thank you in advance i owe you my life

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear! I went with just some fluff, drunk ace and looking at the stars! I really hope you like this one!

warnings: none, slightly suggestive at one spot but not really

word count: 1,335

The bar was crowded just as you’d expected. It was one of Pop’s protected islands so the second the people saw the Moby Dick, they were excited. It was always nice to see Pops welcomed with open arms, people who wanted to see him and his crew, his family. That’s what he’d be happiest about, the fact that all of you were welcomed and celebrated.  As much as you enjoyed that people were excited to see you and not cowering in fear when you docked for food, the party was dragging on. Izou and Marco were arguing over something, both of them well over drunk and Rakuyo was still trying to challenge the other members of the crew to fights. No one would take him up on the offer, knowing if any of them did fight here, Pops would put an end to it. Saying it was rowdy was an understatement. But this was your family, the people you loved more than anything. Especially the man who stood near the bar trying to convince Duce and Saber that he didn’t fall asleep this time. He certainly had and he knew it, but he was prideful now that he was confronted about it. 

Ace was pouting when he turned away from them, his eyes locking onto yours and the pout shifting to a wide grin. Returning his smile you motioned for him to join you in the only calm corner of the bar. 

Quickly he patted the two men on the back before beelining it to you, eyes bright as he threw his arm around your shoulder instead of sitting across from you. “You were hiding.” He accused, which might not have been entirely a lie. “I almost thought you went back to the ship.” 

His body was warm against yours as you leaned into him, the scent of alcohol not completely blocking out the natural comforting scent you’d become used to, but close. “You were having fun.” You’d had a few drinks yourself so you had no shame in nuzzling into his bare chest in front of so many people. “I needed to take a minute alone and didn’t want to drag you away.” 

Ace had come a long way in accepting your affection and words. He was a touchy person when allowed, but romantic touch was different. His self worth issues were rooted deep inside him, getting those out even now took some effort. Usually he caught himself when he tried to pull away, but he relaxed into it. The alcohol was helping you both tonight. 

Warm arms wrapped around your shoulders and the beads of his necklace hit your forehead. You tried to pull your head back but he held you tighter. “I have more fun with you. I missed you the whole time.” His lips pressed against the top of your head and he lightly swayed when he had to take a step back to do it.

Worming your way out of his hold you reached up and grabbed his face, “You’re drunk.” Pressing a quick kiss to his lips he tried to follow you but you held onto his cheeks. “You need to sober up enough to walk back to the ship. I’m not carrying you.”

He didn’t complain much as you stood from the table, steadying yourself before taking his hand and leading him out of the bar. The fresh air felt good on your skin and the smell was even better. You’d not realized how much the air inside had smelled of booze and sweat until you were out of it. One glance back at Ace let you know he was enjoying the air as well. If his devil fruit ever left him overheated you didn’t know, but the way he held his head up to the gentle wind it must have at least done something. 

Navigating the Island wasn’t hard, you’d all been here a few times so finding the cliff overlooking the ocean was easy. Views like this were always something that Ace found for himself, it would be nice to be the one to show him one first. As drunk as he was though, you’d probably stop him from going too close to the edge. 

Ace was glued to your back by the time you finally reached the cliffside. There was still a slight hum of music in the distance but you could only hear it if you really listened for it. Your lover could still hear it as evident as the offkey humming in your ear. It brought a smile to your face even if he’d rested almost all of his weight against your back.

“Oh hey. Look at the stars.” Ace stopped humming to stare up at the night sky, his eyes shining as they roamed over the scene before him. “I love the stars.” His arms slid away from you as he stepped back to look up even more. 

Not wanting him far you followed him, your hand finding his. “That’s why I brought you here. You can sober up and watch the stars at the same time.” You didn’t mention that you could possibly sober up a bit yourself, you were tipsy. Ace had been drunk when you left the bar. Freckled face red and flushed from the alcohol. He needed it more than you. “And it gives us time alone away from everyone.” 

His eyes fell from the stars to you, “Oh you want to be alone do you?” Both eyebrows raised as he slid his free arm around your waist. “Out here?” He wagged his eyebrows as you laughed, pushing his face away from yours. 

“Absolutely not. You’re already all sweaty, you’re lucky I’m even touching you.” He laughed into your hand, “I’ll leave you here by yourself.”

He stepped away from your hand, still grinning as he practically threw himself on the grass. “Yeah no. I’d not embarrass myself like that. I’m way too drunk.” Ace held his hand out for you, waiting for you to join him on the ground. “I do want time with just you though. On the ship there are so many people… everyone is just around all the time. Sometimes I just want to be with you.” His words were still slightly slurred but the flush was going away. “Out here though… you and the stars. My favorite things.” 

Humming you reached out and took his offered hand, not laying down just holding it. Grounding yourself in the sea of stars and wind. “A romantic drunk.” Drunk Ace really was a whirlwind, you didn’t know what you would get that day, romantic though, that was saved for you. Finally you laid down next to him, Ace pulling you close before you could do it yourself.

Adjusting yourself you moved to lay your head on his chest. His heartbeat thrummed in his chest, a sound better than any music you could hear. It was peaceful now, Ace’s hand trailing softly against your arm, the sound of the ocean and the wind mixing with the faint music in the distance. You’d not get angry if your boyfriend fell asleep now, he could fall asleep anywhere, this was the perfect time for it. 

Your own eyes were getting heavy, surrounded by his warmth and heartbeat. “I love you.” His voice was quiet, eyes never leaving the sky above you. “Sometimes it scares me to love someone this much.” Resting your chin on his chest you stared up at him, “It scares me to feel anything so much. I know what I do when I get caught up in things.” 

Reaching up you brushed your hand through his hair, knocking his hat off his head. “I love you too.” Finally he finally looked at you, “You don’t have to be afraid of this, you’re allowed to have good things. You deserve them.” Burying his face in your hair he pulled you on his chest, holding you tight. “And for the other emotions, i’ll be here for those too.” 

[bewitched-hours]

I'M BACK WOTH ANOTHER ELLIOT REQUEST!! I literally cannot get enough of your writing, it's so inspiring and captivating I can't help but kick my feet and giggle. Anyways, how about some Elliot x GN!Reader where Elliot comes home from a stressful day of work and to help him feel better, Reader cuddles him and gives him kisses? (I'm a sucker for physical affection). Please take your time and don'tfeel pressured to write it! (Also a good song recommendation that makes me think of Elliot is Boyfriend by Hot Freaks so give it a listen if you can hehe) - Lume

Lume you are a goddamn genius, I'm in love with this band now- And I'm a sucker for physical affection too(touch starved mf right here) so you best believe I'll be putting my heart into this one!

As requested, reader's pronouns are they/them!

You and Elliot had been living together for almost 4 months now.

You'd met way back when you worked together because you were just trying to get out of your parents' place.

Not that you had a bad relationship with your family but you felt guilty about living with them without at least a job.

It took 5 months for you two to fall in love. But you made sure to wait for the 'honeymoon phase' to be over before you suggested moving in together.

And it was the best choice Elliot could've made.

You brought peace to his chaos, even when you changed jobs to something that spoke more to your hobbies but paid almost triple with only night shifts. He didn't fault you for jumping at the opportunity.

And now? You were happily playing the 'house spouse' and have a routine of getting home, waking up Elliot for his work and having breakfast with him before he disappears for the day and you get to sleep.

Usually, you had made it a habit to wake up at least an hour before he was set to come home and getting things ready for him to get comfortable after the stress of working at a pizza place.

It was bliss. It was a life you two built together and enjoyed more than anything.

Even your families loved each other and family gatherings would always include both families betting on how long it'd take for either of you to propose. You'd always play into it while Elliot tried to shut you up with a cute and flustered look on him.

And tonight was another night evening.

Elliot came home early for once, almost immediately ranting about 007n7 and c00lkidd while you quickly finished up dinner and quietly rushed to hug him.

That was usually already enough to help him feel better.

You were his peace. His lover. His bliss.

Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky with you. Little did he know you were dead set on making that last forever.

As you both hugged and kissed each other both gently and passionately, you subtly led him to the kitchen and perhaps you were acting a little too cheery~

"You have a surprise for me, don't you?" He giggled, seeing your cute but shocked face as you knew you were busted.

You hesitated and just told him to eat as you sat down. "It's in the bedroom but I wanted to save it for later because I got a couple days off..." You sheepishly admitted, soon realizing the adoring gaze Elliot gave you. God, it still gave you butterflies to see him look at you so lovingly...

When you were both done, he offered to do the dishes and you took the time to set up the bedroom with a romantic display.

When he walked in, his face was flushed immediately upon seeing you lying in bed and giving him your most un-serious flirtatious look. He almost couldn't stop laughing and it only made you laugh along.

You knew this was a horrible setup usually but for Elliot and you it was perfect.

As dramatically as you could, you rushed to his side and began asking him what was wrong in an over-the-top tone. But soon he began to notice you were calling him your 'husband' and the surprise made it easier to calm down.

That's when you shocked him with a small box and a ring inside.

"Elliot... I know this might be a little soon but I really do mean it when I say I can't see a future without you..." You'd tell him with the softest of voices. "I don't want anything expensive or elaborate. I just want to be able to call you my husband and it being the truth... Will you marry me?"

He was stunned into silence, only to start chuckling which got you confused.

Until... He pulled a ring box of his own out of his pocket.

"I guess we had the same idea... I even took off the next couple of days for this." He'd return your softness and you both quickly slipped the rings on each other's fingers before falling into each other's arms and kissing passionately like there was no tomorrow.

Tonight... You two were more than each other's bliss and peace...

You were each other's everything...

Kicking my feet over my own writing all casually over here-

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[just1cefor4ll]

Hiiii! Love your writing 💙 if you have time, can you write something about our beloved Lukas? Maybe how a relationship could start, if both parts are introvert 😅 like a meeting and then how it happened, you can decide who takes a leap of faith 😇

Lukas Radzevičius w/ a introvert s/o dating hc’s

pre-relationship

you meet at a festival where you both perform right after each other

as you put away your instrument backstage he noticed how you simply kept to yourself no matter who came to talk to you, answering shortly and honestly

he decided to approach you, careful to respect your space as he simply offers a compliment before sitting down across from you

“Loved the setlist, couldn’t imagine outshining that.”

“..Thank you?”

you notice how he’s a lot like you, quiet, quick with answers and doesn’t try to be this picture perfect version of himself poeple made up, which was refreshing to see

as your conversation progresses, you both start to get more comfortable and get more talkative

doesn’t ask for your socials, but in stead suggests you exchange playlists

“Why not get to know each other through the thing that brought us together in the first place?”

when you meet the next month at yet another festival you end up asking for his socials this time

compliments your music taste no matter what it is

isn’t the type to message everyday, but you’re both willing to reply whenever the other texts

doesn’t pressure you to hang out but when you do, he makes sure its in your comfort zone and vice versa

you would think that because he was the one that made the first move on getting to know you that he’d confess first too, right?

^^wrong, you did!

Lukas had asked if you wanted to go on a night walk, and as you felt a sudden confidence surge through you, you accepted and set your mind on telling him about your growing feelings for him.

As he stared at the starry sky, you looked at him in stead— and the moment he looked back at you, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Words get stuck in his throat, and so he pulls you into a hug, hiding in the crook of your neck before cupping your cheek and pressing a sweet, meaningful kiss to your lips— giving you the answer you so craved for too long.

during your relationship

you understand both of your needs for space so there’s no tension when you naturally want some peace and quiet

however after some time of being together you’re often times quiet together

^^meaning cuddling together, listening to music together, simply being on your phones as one of you lays against the others shoulder..

Lukas is a lot more expressive when you’re alone

^^that doesn’t mean he doesn’t express his love towards you when you’re out somewhere

for example when he brought you along to Basel he tended to stare at you with eyes full of love, hands around your waist and during interviews or the semi-final when you sat by him he held/played with your hand

if anyone tries to start something with you he steps in in subtle ways and redirects the attention to something else

if anyone goes too far he cusses them out with zero hesitation

^^that clip of him flipping off someone? yeah that’s the energy he’ll have going on

sometimes just talks about his dreams and thoughts as you lay on his chest with his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your arm

feels a strong sense of love whenever you speak up for him

to put it simply, dating Lukas as an introvert yourself feels like being understood fully— having a space place without condition

© just1cefor4all— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms or fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[p13rc3-th3-m4tt13]

my little brat

pairing: erik campbell x y2k!spoiled!gf! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship, reader wears heels and skirts, erik uses pet names (of course), lots of teasing, slightly suggestive themes, reader is kind of a bimbo

summary: A small little drabble where your feet hurt too bad to keep walking in your heels, so Erik has to carry you the rest of the way home.

word count: ≈ 1k

thank you to @vin-taege for the base of this idea! 😋

Most people would think that by now, Erik would have gotten used to your complaining. It was practically like a hobby for you, along with shopping and DIY-ing and doing anything relating to beauty and/or fashion.

But sometimes, this beauty and fashion got in the way of your everyday life, and you couldn’t stay quiet about it. You had to voice the hell that these fucking heels were putting you through instead of just living with it internally.

“Erik,” you whined, clinging onto his arm as the two of you walked down the street. You had just come from a smaller club around town – your favorite club, due to the choice of music – and since it was close to Erik’s house, the two of you just decided to walk. With the severe ache in your feet, you now realized that was a bad idea.

“What is it, doll?” Erik turned his head to look at you, knowing from the tone in your voice that it was likely you were about to complain about something that Erik didn’t have much control over.

“My feet are killing me. It feels like they’re going to fall off any second now.” You leaned your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked, but Erik was practically having to drag you now. You were slowing the two of you down tremendously but your feet hurt so bad that you didn’t even care.

“You poor thing,” Erik cooed, stopping and turning to look at you. “But you know there’s only about two blocks left until we get to the house. You can make it that far, can’t you?” He grabbed you by the hips, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your dark denim skirt that was held to your hips by a belt with a large, silver buckle.

“I don’t think I can, though, Erik.” You frowned and leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. He sighed and shook his head, feigning annoyance at his girlfriend’s consistent complaints.

“One more block and I’ll see how you’re doing then. You can make it, pretty girl, I know you can. Just be good for me and keep walking.” He caressed your face softly before pulling away from you and continuing to walk.

Erik’s teasing always sent you over the moon, no matter what it was he said. You just had to act like it didn’t, though. You let out an exaggerated whimper and continued walking, trying your best to catch up with him, but he was already a few paces ahead and it was even harder for you to walk when these shoes were absolutely killing you.

“When we get home, I’m gonna get back at you for making me walk all this way,” you huffed, shaking your head. You didn’t exactly know how you were going to get back at him just yet, just that you were. You were probably going to do his makeup or his hair or make him wear one of your skirts again. Or all of the above, and then follow it up with a photoshoot.

“I’m sure you are, baby.” Erik just chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t actually hate when you gave him makeovers. You both knew that. He just liked to act like he did so that his family wouldn’t end up teasing him about it.

Once you got to the start of the next block, Erik turned around to look at you again, seeing that you were genuinely struggling now instead of just complaining for the hell of it. He sighed once more and knelt down in front of you and you smiled, already knowing what he was going to do.

He grabbed your calf and your ankle, placing your foot on his knee and undoing the straps of your heels. You smiled at him and ruffled his hair, giggling softly as he took one of your shoes off.

“Thank you, Erik,” you said sweetly. “I knew you’d give in eventually.” He switched to the other foot and nodded his head.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re such a brat, y’know that?” He glanced up at you as he took your other shoe off and you poked his nose, giggling once again as he did so.

“I know.”

Erik stood up, your shoes in his hands, crouching a bit. You jumped onto his back and latched your arms around his neck and he started back towards the house, carrying both you and your shoes.

“You love me,” you whispered into the shell of his ear, pressing your face into his neck. This resulted in a bit of your lipgloss rubbing off on his neck.

“I do.” He nodded his head once, stopping for a moment to bounce you so you would stay on his back. You squealed like you always did and latched on tighter to him.

“Chill out, you’re gonna end up choking me.” He scoffed, shaking his head. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I never complain when you choke me,” you whispered. You loved switching things around and teasing him instead of him teasing you, which was something he did practically all day. He teased you about as often as you complained to him.

“Yeah, and that’s because you get off on it,” Erik said, his voice lower than it was before. You gasped and smacked his shoulder.

“Yeah, and you do too!” Erik chuckled at your response. The two of you were now on the lawn of his place and he was walking up to the front door to push it open. He took you to his room and put you down on his bed, placing your cute but very uncomfortable shoes in your lap.

“You may be a brat, but you’re my little brat.” Erik ruffled your perfectly styled hair, and although it annoyed you, you smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his hand.

[fuck-customers]

I obviously understand why this is not possible and would be a dangerous precedent to have, but I wish there was a way to warn businesses that a former coworker is applying to and tell them not to hire said coworker because they are a horrible employee.

Obviously, in practice this would be bad because people would call up and lie about former coworkers that they don't like just to be petty. And one could argue that that's what I am suggesting.

This manager at my job is absolutely horrible. She talks down to everyone. Coworkers, customers, you name it. The only one she's not stupid enough to talk down to is the store manager. She talks to everyone in that slow, condescending tone of voice that you would use when you're explaining something extremely basic, like 1+1, but to everyone for every reason. (And no, this is not an issue where she may have difficulties expressing tone or some miscommunication. She immediately switches to a normal, respectful tone when talking to the store manager and then immediately switches back to talking to employees like they're trash and does it daily.)

I've never actually seen her do any work in the past year or so that I've had the displeasure of working with her. She's always standing around barking orders while everyone, including all the other managers, actually do the work. If you are ever unfortunate enough to have to ask her a question, she always responds in a tone that basically says "you fucking idiot" even for a legitimate question, like "I finished my task, what do you want me to work on next?" She either has absolutely no communication skills or just refuses to use them and regularly refuses to explain what tasks she wants done and then snaps at us for not doing the tasks that she didn't tell us to do. It seems like she goes out of her way to make this a hostile work environment, and if she isn't trying to, she's certainly succeeding.

I truly believe she should not be in a management position at all and I am absolutely flabbergasted at how she managed to trick someone into promoting her in the first place. Especially since there have been multiple 3rd-party and new workers who have had maybe 30 seconds of interaction with her and commented on how vicious and rude she was to them in such a short time. I'm 99.99% sure that the only person who has anything nice to say about her at all is the SM.

So now the store is closing and on a personal level, I have already vowed that if by some stroke of horrible luck, I end up finding out that we both applied to and were hired at the same job, I will quit on the spot. My goal is to hopefully never have to see her again for the rest of my life and that still won't be long enough. I just feel bad for her new coworkers wherever she ends up. I guarantee they will hate her guts, unless her personality does a total 180.

Which I very seriously doubt. I suspect she's somehow gotten away with being this rude and disrespectful to people for 40+ years and won't change any time soon.

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[starlostjisung]

- 3 a.m.

PAIRING: lee know x reader

GENRE: fluff; angst; friends to lovers

WC: 4.3k

CW: mentions of alcohol, ex boyfriend cheating

SUMMARY: it’s funny how you always seem to discover new things the same way: at 3 a.m., in the back of a taxi, with your best friend lee know

hi!! i’m back again with a new story, a lee know one! i have been reaaaally excited about writing and showing you this one. it’s been heavily inspired by one of my favourite songs: new york by ed sheeran. your thoughts and comments are always deeply appreciated, hope you love this one as much as i do <3

it was almost 3 a.m on a friday night and you were in the back of a taxi with your friend lee know. the night had started as normal as any other night and it ended up becoming one of the worst nights of your life.

you had gone to chan and i.n’s dorm to celebrate changbin’s birthday. it had been a normal, quiet night in, just the boys, some other friends and you. you had gone there early, had dinner, opened his presents and drank for a bit. a pretty normal birthday. but then, one of changbin’s friends suggested going out and after agreeing with him, you went to a club that was not far away from their dorm. this is how your world started to turn upside down.

you went inside the club, ordered some drinks and went to the dance floor with your friends. when changbin and seungmin were having a dance off, you thought you saw a familiar face at the back of the club, but you brushed it off. later, when you came out of the bathroom, you saw them again, but this time you could recognise this familiar face. how you wished you hadn’t.

it was your boyfriend. the same boyfriend that had told you some hours ago that he couldn’t go to changbin’s birthday with you because he was feeling under the weather. the same boyfriend that had his lips locked with some others that were obviously not yours. the same boyfriend that was cheating on you.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. what happened after that is still a blur on your mind. you remember going to your boyfriend and getting him away from that girl. lee know appearing and taking you away from him. you screaming and insulting your now ex. chaos. disaster. heartbreak.

“he doesn’t deserve you, y/n, he’s a dickhead and a complete idiot” in the back of the taxi, lee know was trying to comfort you. minho and you. you both have been best friends since you were little kids, so it was no surprise that he got on the taxi with you and insisted on taking you home and spending the night with you. you had been through everything together, so you finding out your ex had been cheating on you was no different.

“what did i do wrong, minho? was it my fault?”

“you did nothing wrong, don’t you dare blame yourself for this. he’s the only one to blame. he lied to you and then went out with some other girl, who knows if this is even the first time he does this”

you didn’t want to believe that but he was right, you had caught him this time, but maybe it hadn’t been the first time that this happens.

“i don’t know minho, i don’t know how to feel. i’m angry but at the same time i’m sad. i don’t want to blame myself for his mistakes but i can’t help but do exactly that. i’m heartbroken”

“and it’s completely normal to feel all of that at once and nothing at the same time. just don’t forget that you do not deserve any of this, and nothing that has happened is your fault, don’t blame yourself”

you wanted to believe him but this wasn’t going to be an easy road. you would get there, but it would take time. and at that moment, at 3 a.m., you fell your world crashing down.

~

time passed and some weeks later - three or four, you couldn’t remember at this point - you found yourself in the same space. 3 a.m. in the back of a taxi with lee know. he had gone to your house that evening to check on you and how you were doing after the breakup. it was like a routine at this point. calls to remind you to eat something “i’m going to the studio right now, but make sure you have breakfast before you leave your house”. texts to let you know what he was up to as a way to keep your mind occupied “i want to buy the blue ball for the cats but the boys think it might be too much, what do you think?”. and unannounced visits to your house - not like he announced himself before the breakup.

so when he arrived and saw that you were in your pijamas, eating ice cream and watching a kdrama while sobbing - we live for the drama here - he thought that was enough. he made you change your clothes, wash your face and leave your house with him. where were you going? that wasn’t important.

you went out to have some dinner first, trying to make a bit of conversation which consisted in him telling you about the latest comeback and the tour that was coming up in a couple of months, and you replying with monosyllabic words. he understood that you were like this, but he was hurting to see you this way.

he was going to walk you home, but the weather had other plans. a sudden storm made you change your plans and call a taxi to take you home.

“it’s an upbeat song and i think stays are going to love it, and if we sing this one on tour, i think we could do something amazing on stage” he was telling you and bless him, you were trying to listen but you just wanted to go home, get in your bed and cry until you fell asleep.

“that sounds great” lee know sighed at your answer

“y/n… look at me” and you did

“do you remember when i got cut out from the group before we debuted?” he asked you

“yes”

“and how you were there for me through the bad parts of it?”

“yes”

“and then it all changed. i came back and we debuted and everything was good at the end, right?”

“yes” you couldn’t understand where he was going with this

“this is the same. well, not exactly the same, but you’re going through something bad, i get it, and it’s normal for you to feel this way. but you’re going to get through this, because you always do, that’s who you are”

“but minho, i’m tired of feeling like this, this shouldn’t have happened”

“no you’re right, this shouldn’t have happened and it sucks that it happened, but what you have to do know is let yourself feel everything and then, let it go. everything is going to get better, because you can do this. and i’m going to be there with you, just like you were there for me. you are stronger than this, y/n, i believe in you. i will be here every step of the way”

after hearing him say that, you burst out crying and he held you. he didn’t say anything else, just held you. in his arms, in the back of a taxi at 3 a.m., where you had felt yourself hit rock bottom some weeks ago but now could feel yourself starting to get up again.

~

“horror movies?” han asked

“no, they’re too obvious, you know what’s going to happen” lee know replied

“romantic movies?” he tried again

“they’re even worse han, they use the same lines, the same storylines, and try to get away with it”

“and they do! people watch them and they enjoy them” han argued

“because people want to escape from their daily life and see something that seems perfect but it’s not”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene that was happening in front of you. han and lee know arguing about which type of films was worse. or more predictable. you didn’t know what they were arguing about at this point. you just knew that you were happy, or almost completely happy.

you had gone to see them at their dorm after you left your office that afternoon and they suggested having dinner out and then going to the movies. you agreed and that’s how you found yourself in the back of the taxi at 3 a.m. going back to their dorm. lee know had told you that it was late for you to go home, that you should go to their dorm and spend the night with them. you wanted to tell him that this wasn’t the first time that you were going home this late but it had been a long time since you had spent the night at their dorm, so you agreed with him.

you were making progress. sure there were still moments of doubt and wondering why all of that happened, but you were slowly going back to yourself. like lee know had told you. it’s not that you doubted yourself and thought that you would never be able to go back to the person you were before this happened, but if there was one person that knew you better than anyone, even yourself, that was lee know - so you slowly going out more, genuinely smiling and making jokes and engaging in conversations was no surprise to him. he knew you were going to get there, you just needed time. and he was going to give you all the time he needed, while walking with you through everything. even if that included driving in the back of a taxi while han said that the worse type of movies were action movies.

~

you were completely exhausted. christmas was just around the corner, and with a lot of things going on, you had almost forgotten of all the christmas presents you had to buy for your friends and family. you were lucky because you had that friday off so you could spend the whole day buying everything and ticking that off of your to-do list. you were even luckier because lee know had the day off as well and agreed to go with you. not to buy anything, just to make you company he said. he had spent the whole day helping you choosing presents and making comments for some of them, “this one is good but it doesn’t seem very practical”, “a nice, long scarf, that’s a good present during winter”, “come on, y/n, this is too pink, even for you”.

you laughed a lot. you always do with lee know. but something about that day, just walking around with him doing normal and mundane things, made you really happy, happier than you had been in a while.

after you had finished buying most of your presents, you two had dinner in a close by restaurant. you talked about the time when you were kids and he ran after you trying to catch you and fell on the floor and broke his favourite cat toys. you talked about the time when he told you a joke that was so funny that the drink you were having came out of your nose. you talked about different things that you had lived together. it had been a lifetime of memories. after leaving the restaurant, you saw an arcade, a place that you used to go to together when you were kids but hadn’t gone in a while. you decided to go there for a bit, just a couple of games. a couple of games turned into an hour, an hour into two. when you realised, the place was closing because it was almost 3 a.m.

it was really cold, so you decided to call a taxi that would take the both of you to your house. “it’s really late and han will probably be sleeping and i don’t want to disturb him, so i think it’s better if i go with you and sleep in your house” he told you. what a poor excuse. you didn’t argue. because you didn’t want this night to end. not now, not ever. because this feeling of happiness, this feeling of being free and being your unapologetic self, without fear of being judged, only came out with one person. lee know. your minho.

once you where in the taxi, happiness started to turn into nerves. into uneasiness. not necessarily a bad feeling, just a new and uncommon one. the realisation of being of the edge of something, of the unknown. of something that may had always been there, but you had never realised until now. or maybe you had known all along but wanted to keep it a secret that was only shared with your heart. you thought you were in love with your best friend.

you felt your smile slowly dropping from your face as this realisation hit you. not because you didn’t like this. it was because you were afraid of what this might mean. if this was something of the magic of the moment or if it was a real feeling. everything was too much at that moment.

you looked at him, while he was still laughing at how you two had been competing against each other earlier and you had been so determined to win against him that you had ended up slipping on the floor and how the two of you had laughed at that. at that moment you knew. it wasn’t just a thought.

at 3 a.m. in the back of a taxi, you realised you were in love with your best friend.

~

“they seem very nice, and felix seems to be very happy”

“yes, it’s still early days, but they seem to be doing fine” lee know replied

“he deserves the best so i hope this works out well for him”

“well it’s not the best time for this but hopefully they can make it work”

“what do you mean?”

christmas had already passed and with the new year came the new tour of the boys. they were leaving the next morning so they had insisted on having a dinner altogether before they left. they also used this opportunity to introduce felix’s partner to the rest of friends who didn’t know them yet.

“i mean, we’re going on tour tomorrow and long distance is not for everybody, it could be difficult for a lot of people, especially if they’re starting a relationship”

“i get what you’re trying to say, but you can’t control how things happen. it sucks that their relationship is still fresh and they have to part for some time now but it’s only temporary, and it’s not like they can’t contact each other or visit or some other thing” you answered him

“i know but this lifestyle that we have and everything that it involves… i just don’t know if all of that is worth it”

“i don’t understand what you’re trying to say minho”

“what i’m trying to say is that, yes i’m happy that he’s happy, but we have a lot of work to do and we are all over the place all the time and it’s not fair for any of them to have a relationship in this situation. you can’t control when you fall in love i know, but you can try to avoid it”

“avoid it?” you could feel something breaking within you

“i know it’s easier said than done and that not everybody might agree with me on this, but personally, i think this works better for me. i try not to have any relationships because, if at any point i have to give them up or i can’t give to the other person what they expect from me because i have different priorities on my mind, i won’t feel guilty. if i can’t give my all then i prefer to give nothing at all”

what he was trying to say did not sit right with you at all, it left a bitter taste, because what if he felt like this about every relationship that he had and not just romantic relationships

“what about me?”

“you?”

“yes minho, what if one day you wake up and see you have so many things to do that you realise you can’t be my friend anymore” at first you could see his point, but the last part made you furious with him. but it also scared you. you had come to terms with the fact that he may not feel the same way towards you, so you decided not to tell him your feelings for him in fear of him rejecting you and making things awkward and end up losing your best friend. but the sudden possibility of your best friend waking up one day and deciding that he had no space for you in his life anymore was even worse.

“i didn’t say that, y/n, don’t twist my words”

“no, minho, i understood you perfectly fine. you are afraid of having relationships because you may not have time for them so you prefer not to have them at all. so what makes you think that one day you’re not gonna wake up, realise that this idol life that you have takes up so much of your time that you don’t need other things anymore? that you don’t need me anymore?” you could feel your tears threatening to leave your eyes but you didn’t want to cry in front for him. not today.

“y/n i-“ you cut him off

“save it lee know, i don’t want to hear it” you just wanted to go home

“that’s not gonna happen with us” he tried to assure you

“how do you know?”

the look that you gave him shattered everything. it broke him inside. he had seen you angry a few times, but never at him. this time he couldn’t even come up with words. he was sure that that wasn’t going to happen to you two, but the way he had made you feel so insecure about your friendship, your life together, broke him completely.

you saw his eyes. you saw how he regretted what he had said. but if he said it, he must have meant it. you couldn’t believe that this was how you were going to say goodbye before he left for tour. the taxi stopped and you saw that you had arrived to your house.

“lee know i think it’s better if you go home tonight, you’re leaving early tomorrow” you told him while not looking at him. you couldn’t do it.

“y/n, please, listen, i-“

“have a safe flight lee know and enjoy the tour” and with that, you left the taxi, your best friend inside and with your broken heart on his hands.

it started as a fun and happy night. had you known it would end up like this, you wouldn’t have taken that taxi with him to your house at 3 a.m.

~

it had been two months since that night. the boys had come back from the tour that morning and insisted on having a welcoming dinner in felix and seungmin’s dorm. they were tired but they also wanted to catch up with their friends. you wanted to see them but you were also nervous, because seeing the boys meant seeing all of them. it meant seeing lee know.

after that night before he left, he tried to apologise but you two were stuck in a twilight zone. you messaged each other time to time to let the other one know that you both were good, but everyone could see that you were lying. maybe he had taken things too far. maybe you too. but you couldn’t deny that you were going through a delicate point in your friendship.

you both desperately wanted to fix it. so you went to see them that night. when you arrived and said hello to the rest of the boys, you saw him standing there, waiting for you. he didn’t know exactly what to do. that was until you went and hugged him like nothing had happened. because you still had missed him, above all else you had missed your best friend. he hugged you back even tighter. when you separated, you both could see the other was thinking the same thing. you needed to fix things, but they could wait for tonight. at least until you were alone.

you spent the whole night listening to the boys and their stories about the tour. how chan fell during a rain show. how han had water gun battles with stays. how seungmin had gone and become friends with an alpaca. all of them making you laugh until your stomach hurt. you had missed them a lot. especially lee know.

the night came to an end and lee know asked you if you wanted him to go home with you. you said yes. it was time to fix things.

you two were sat together in the back of the taxi, but no one was talking. your mind was chaotic. you didn’t know where to start. you didn’t have too.

“i missed you” you heard him say

“i missed you too” you smiled at him

you heard him let a sight at that. he didn’t tell you, but he had been afraid that he could have lost you with your fight before he left

“look y/n i’m sorry about what i said before-“

“no, minho, i’m the one who’s sorry” you told him honestly

“why are you sorry?” he was confused

“because you were just explaining your feelings and thoughts and i completely overreacted and made it something that was not”

“no, y/n, you were completely right to react like you did. i worded everything wrong, i could see that but i didn’t know how to fix it. i was afraid” this surprised you

“why?”

“because you were somewhat right. i’m scared that my job takes so much from me that i can’t have relationships, so i don’t have them in the first place. but the real reason i’m afraid is because if the other person sees this, that this life is extremely demanding, they won’t want to be involved with all of that and will end up leaving me”

“minho…”

“you got scared and i got defensive. because i’m afraid that this will happen to us one day, that you will realise that i’m not worth all of this time away, this long distance, these long working hours, and you will leave me”

“minho i will never leave you, i never have, and never will, we’ve always stuck together and that’s how it’s going to be” you could see his eyes watering and you felt yours doing the same

“y/n i need you in my life, you’re the first person that i go to whenever something god happens to me, the first person that i run to when i feel everything is too much and i just need to be minho again, and not lee know. you are the person that i want to share everything with, long and short distance”

“minho what are you trying to say?” you got a feeling you knew, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up

“i’m in love with you, and i know i’m risking everything we have saying this, but after what happened last time, i couldn’t live with myself if i didn’t tell you this. you thinking that i could ever leave you behind when all i want is to share every single thing with you broke me. you deserve everything, y/n, and i hope you still want me to live through all that with you”

everything broke within you. this time from happiness. minho, your minho, was telling you he felt the same way about you. he was in love with you. he wasn’t going to leave you behind - you really should have known he would never do that - he was in front of you, almost begging you, to live and move forward with him, like you always had done.

“i’m in love with you too” you swear the look on his face when you told him was the happiest you had ever seen anyone in your life

“you are?”

“yes, minho, how could i not? last time i got so angry at what you said because i already knew i was in love with you but i decided not to tell you in fear that you wouldn’t feel the same and you would leave me. but then you said that and i thought that you could leave me anyway and i was terrified, minho, i’ve never been more afraid”

“i will never leave you” he grabbed you face with his hands, really looking at you, trying to make you see how serious he was about this. whatever life would bring, it would be with you two, together.

“i won’t leave you either”

and just like that, he kissed you. soft and slow at first. like he was trying to say with his lips all that he couldn’t say all this time. like he was trying to make you see that you were in this together. you smiled and felt him smiling as well.

“why are you smiling?”

“nothing, it’s just… i’m really happy” you smiled at him

“me too” he told you

you kissed him this time, hungrier but still trying to convey everything you had been hiding. you felt his tongue tracing your lips, you opened up your mouth and gave him permission. you had your arms on his hair, his arms were on your waist. trying to get to know each other in a new way, but knowing that you were going to do it together, that you were going to walk this path hand by hand.

it was in the back of a taxi at 3 a.m when everything that you both wanted started.

[unanimousgolddd]

I love your Wesker series so much!! your writing of him is so good.... 🥹🥹🥹

Can we get a continuation if it, pretty please? slightly suggestive/NSFW is okay too!!

Date Night

Summary: What could go wrong going on a date with Dr. Wesker?

TW: pre-RE1 Wesker is possibly ooc, usage of pet name (love and lovely, sweetheart, pretty thing/pretty, dearest), implied fem Reader (they wear a dress and makeup), smut (w/ or w/o plot?) fingering, missionary, unsafe sex on a couch (please wear a condom or so help me), clothed sex (mostly on wesker's part), vulgar language (cunt, fuck, shit, dick), this just gave me a reason to try writing NSFW for the first time

Author's note: I'm so sorry; this would have been out sooner, but I'm dealing with some health issues (which worsen my anxiety and further rob me of actually writing) and I'm experiencing burnout because it’s summer break. This is also written for a fem reader only because I’m more familiar with that perspective and would rather not attempt writing a masc version poorly (since I'm a perfectionist). If this seems poorly written, I apologize; I'll rewrite it at a later date when I regain my special magical writing abilities.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 & Pt. 3

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Heavenly virtues and deadly sins. Charity and Greed, Chastity and Lust, Diligence and Sloth, Humility and Pride, Kindness and Envy, Patience and Wrath, Temperance and Gluttony. You were supposed to have virtues, the guides for your morals to make you a good person.

But patient wasn’t something you’d describe yourself as.

Dr. Wesker sent you the details two days before your planned Saturday date. The date was simple: He’d pick you up at 6:30 and drive you both to an authentic Italian restaurant in the nicer part of Raccoon City. The restaurant served fantastic pasta dishes, gorgeous desserts, and pastries. Although what wasn’t so simple was waiting and acting normal during work hours. Following your routine kept you sane, never drifting from the set order of events to keep you focused on the present.

Friday went as smoothly as any other; you woke up, went to work, and finally got off your shift. You and Dr. Wesker headed towards the parking garage together, partaking in a small conversation like usual. By the time you both stepped from the elevator, he reminded you of your date the following day, before he gave another lingering kiss and left you near your car with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

The excitement of having a date didn’t hit you until this morning after you ate breakfast. And after a realization, you became aware that you didn’t remember the last time you went on a proper date, especially not with a man like Wesker. If there was any. High school dates were cute, with boys bringing stereotypical roses (or not at all) and being too selfish to care about anything besides potentially getting into your pants. Perhaps that’s why you avoided dating like the plague, too worried that the next man (or actually boy) you came across would force you to lower your standards and settle for something not even half your worth. Perhaps that’s why you were so willing to go on a date with Wesker. Whether intentional or not, he made you want to be better, to seem like you deserved to have a chance with him, unlike the women and men who would incessantly suck up to him.

You had gone through your entire closet and dresser after breakfast, too much of a perfectionist not to mentally and physically prepare yourself even if it was seven hours before he picked you up. Most of your outfits screamed corporate instead of date, given how much Umbrella took most of your time, and it was hard enough trying to find a Spring or Summer outfit. But once it turned into two hours of indecisiveness and frustration, you decided on three options.

Option A was a light green floral patterned dress that came down three inches above your knees, hugged the shape of your waist, and was held up by two thinner straps. Option B was an all white off shouldered dress, making it very susceptible to staining from possible spills of food. The flowy skirt came lower and ended near the top of your shins and featured two long pieces of fabric around your waist to tie back to make a cute bow. The last dress, option C, was much slimmer and showed off your figure more than your work outfits did. It was another floral-patterned dress, however, the flowers were much larger and spaced out, with the soft pink colors complementing the white fabric, and it was held up by much thicker straps. All three dresses could be complemented with a cute Hawaiian flower clip that rested on your dresser.

Now running behind, although not really, you hurriedly grabbed your shower products and hopped into the shower. With a determination to look like a deity of beauty (and smell like one), vanilla-scented wash was your friend. You shaved your legs and other areas like your life were on the line. Your face was cleaned with the more special occasion products. Your hair was thoroughly conditioned and was soon wrapped up in a towel to be taken care of. Out of the shower and drying off, you quickly got to work with making sure your body was moisturized and silky smooth. Your makeup comes next.

You wanted to go with a simpler look, given that makeup wasn’t a specialty of yours and because you’d rather not experience the icky feeling of makeup on a hot day. Minimal concealer was applied to certain parts of your face, mascara on your lashes, quick eyeliner that brought the color of your eyes out, and a pretty pale pink lip gloss on your lips. You tackled the mess of your hair, separating it into sections and detangling before adding products to complete the look. Finally, you were left with deciding what to wear between the three options.

After staring at the outfits laid on your bed and their matching shoes underneath them, you decided to wear option C. You sighed as you looked in the mirror, eyes moving from your hair to your face, then down your neck, chest, and dress, and to your legs. It was odd wearing a dress after wearing pants and a shirt for so long. It was odd finally doing something other than eat, work, sleep, and repeat. But you didn’t entirely mind it.

You put your jewelry on, handling the delicate chains around your neck and wrists. Taking the cute flower clip, you added it to your hair and gave a smile to yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your purse, heels, and your phone to your living room. It would be a little while until Wesker showed.

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You perked up, and anxiousness flooded your system the moment you heard a knock on your front door. Quickly putting on the pale pink heels and spraying a little bit of vanilla perfume, you came to the door. With a breath, you turned the deadbolt and the knob before opening it. There stood Dr. Wesker. His appearance was just as sharp as usual, a crisp navy button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black slacks. A watch glimmered in the evening sun on his left wrist, reminding you that Wesker was paid more than you could ever imagine. He held a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the same hand.

“You remembered.” You murmured, a smile slowly appearing on your lips. He reached his hand out and handed them to you, the bouquet looking much larger in your hands than his.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He asked. His gaze followed you from behind the dark lenses, watching while you made quick work of filling a vase with water and taking care of the flowers. You didn’t have the heart to embarrass yourself by explaining why you thought he wouldn’t remember a little detail you mentioned in a passing conversation.

You grabbed your purse, which contained your phone, keys, some makeup, and other belongings, before walking back to your front door. You stepped out, closed and locked the front door behind you, before Wesker led you to his car with his hand on your lower back.

You both rounded the curve of the car, and he opened the passenger door for you. Once you were inside and your seatbelt was strapped over you, he was sitting down on his side of the car. It wasn’t long before he was driving out of your neighborhood and driving to the restaurant. You began a simple conversation to get rid of the silence that filled nervousness in your stomach. “I’m surprised you even suggested this.” You said, running your fingers over the texture of your purse. “Why?” He asked, turning on his turn signal, and turned the steering wheel to the right. “Though you were all business and no relationships.” You said a little quieter.

You heard him hum as you looked over at him. The only indication he glanced back at you was the slight tilt of his head in your direction. “There are many things you don’t know about me, lovely.” He said, slowly applying pressure onto the brake as he neared the traffic lights. You nodded slightly and looked out the tinted windows of his car, staring at the buildings are they went by. Eventually, Wesker rolled into a parking lot, and you found your eyes resting on his forearms as he handled the steering wheel and gear shifter between you two. He put the car in park and pulled the keys from the ignition before getting out, moving around the car, and opening your door once more. He held his hand out, and you smiled at him as you took it, standing up and grabbing your purse.

With his hand back on your lower back, he walked with you to the restaurant. Traditional arches and columns made up most of its exterior, while the inside held Mediterranean colors of earthy terracotta and olive green, and bright blues and yellows. You stopped at the counter as the host asked for the reservation information before taking you both to an available table in a far corner of the restaurant, allowing you both a bit of privacy. Once you sat down, it wasn’t long until a server came by, asking for both your drink and meal of choice. The server took both of your menus and promptly left as Wesker looked over at you from across the table, his forearms on the clean wooden surface. You glanced down at his interlocked hands before looking back at his shades.

“Do you always take your coworkers on dates?” You asked, fingers itching to nervously fidget with the ring on your right middle finger. “Only the ones that deserve it.” He responded.

You raised a brow, your head tilting to the left ten degrees. “Oh? So, you’re implying I deserve it.” You muttered.

“I thought we already established this,” he said with a light, amused sigh. You knew he was looking at you, even with the shades on the bridge of his nose, the heat of his gaze trailing over your hair, face, neck, possibly even your chest, and then your hands. “I believe…” He trailed off for a moment, meticulously choosing his words. “I believe you deserve this date because your presence does not irritate me, nor does it make me wish for a different assistant.” He explained to you as the server came by with your drinks. They placed the glasses of red wine on the table, along with the bottle, before leaving once more.

You figured he would’ve left it at that, but he continued to speak. “You are efficient and organized in your work. The office is always kept clean, thanks to you. Never are you loud, and you stay focused, which both alleviates the workload and my headache.” He said before swirling the wine in the glass, fingers holding onto the stem. He lifted the glass and took a sip of the red liquid, your eyes switching between his fingers and his lips. You find yourself smiling when you finally understand the meaning of his words. “I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s not often you give those.” You said softly before raising your glass and taking a sip.

“Are you implying I should compliment you more?” He asked bluntly, using the suddenness of his words to throw you off guard. You almost choked, quickly setting down the glass of wine before you spilled it on yourself. You cleared your throat and looked at him, catching the small smirk on his lips before it faded. “That is not what I was implying. However,” you paused, making sure not to make a fool of yourself in front of your date. “It would be nice if you did.” You said. Wesker gave a hum as an answer.

“Well, you look wonderful tonight, love.” He complimented as his hand reached out, moving to gently tuck a stubborn strand in front of your face behind your ear. And just as his finger brushed your cheek, his hand was gone and back in front of him. You flashed a bashful smile, ignoring the light heat that dusted across your cheeks.

The conversation carried on, undertones of flirtation becoming more and more prominent. Then, the food came.

“Here’s your cacio e pepe,” the server said, setting down your pasta plate in front of you. “And here’s your gnocchi with pesto.” They said, placing Wesker’s dish in front of him. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” They smiled before leaving.

Needless to say, with the first bite of your pasta, you were already hoping to come to this restaurant again. “This is so good…” You mumbled after thoroughly chewing. You took another bite, making sure not to get any of the cheese onto your face or dress. “I’m glad. I was hoping you’d like this place.” He said before beginning to eat.

When both of you finished your drinks and meal, the server came around to take your dishes and hand dessert menus.

“Would you like tiramisu or perhaps lemon ricotta cake?” He asked, labeling a few of the items. You leaned your head against your hand, elbow planted on the table. You hummed, thinking over your options as you played with your ring. “I want…cannolis.” You finally decide, and Wesker sets the dessert menu down.

“Good choice.” He said with obvious approval. Dessert came around fast, and you ate the cannolis provided.

“Can’t believe I’ve never had a cannoli before this.” You murmured, quickly grabbing another to put in your mouth. “I’m surprised you’ve never had cannolis before either.” He said with amusement. When you looked at him, the usual furrow in his brow was gone, and he looked almost happy.

The next hour was a blur. One moment you were standing after he paid the bill, the next he was taking you back to the car, and the next he was driving you back home. You watched as he reversed out of the parking space, his hand on the back of your seat as he looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. His forearm flexed, and his brow furrowed, the crease between the middle returning. You bit your lower lip and looked away from him, deciding to focus on the dark outside and the moon.

Wesker put the car in drive and drove out of the parking lot of the restaurant. Neither of you said anything. Your eyes fell on him again, watching as he turned and held the wheel. Your fingers gained the itch. It wasn’t the same itch that wanted to fidget, it was the same itch that wanted to touch, to squeeze, and grip with all its might. It felt raw and uncontrollable, it felt similar to cuteness aggression.

“You’re staring again,” Wesker said, his voice breaking the silence. But unlike before, you didn’t look away from him. Instead, you turned your body as much as you could towards him. “Something piqued your interest?” He asked, momentarily turning his head to look at you.

“It’s childish.” You said in a quiet voice. “Childish?” He repeated, as if curious at the use of that particular adjective.

“I wanna claw at you like an animal.” You murmured. Wesker’s brow raised in surprise, not believing you’d say such a thing. “Do you really?” He asked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He made himself focus on the road and the other cars, refusing to properly acknowledge your blatant staring. You nodded at his question, continuing to stare like your life depended on it. You didn’t notice the speedometer rising.

“What else do you want to do, pretty thing?” He asked, voice low and dry like he was still recovering from your previous sentence. You sat up in the passenger seat, positioning your purse onto the floor of the car instead of your lap. Your left hand reached out and trailed your finger over the imprint of his bicep, feeling the flex of his muscle every time he made a turn. “I wanna touch and squeeze and…” You stopped your sentence, suddenly remembering where you were and who you were with, and backed off. You placed your hands back in your lap.

“No, no, don’t get shy suddenly,” Wesker said, making another left turn before suddenly putting the car in park. You looked out the window and realized you were already home, the car parked on the street in front of your home. When you looked back at Wesker, his body was turned towards you, the key already out of the ignition. “If you’re going to start something, you know better than to leave it unfinished.” He murmured, hand on your chin to keep you from looking away. His thumb brushed against the outline of your lips, almost tugging on your bottom lip, before he suddenly moved from you. He exited the car and promptly opened your car door. He helped you out once more, letting you grab your belongings before he turned you around.

“What else do you want to do?” He asked once more, his hands resting on your hips. You swallowed and looked up at his sunglasses. “Kiss you, touch you, squeeze you.” You whispered, and he smirked. “Well, I believe you’ve earned that right, haven’t you?” He said, shutting the car door. You began to walk backwards as he walked forwards, hand fishing for your keys as you came to your front door. He wasn’t going to leave, and you didn’t want him to. He let you turn around to unlock the door, fingers moving up to your waist and squeezing lightly. He leaned his head down, taking a breath of your hair before moving down to your neck as you opened the door. “You smell like honey and vanilla.” He noted, and you gave a short nod, too flustered to speak. When you walked forward, he walked forward, shutting the door with his foot and locking it with one hand. You moved into the living room and tossed your purse, only for Wesker to bring you back against his chest.

“Tell me… how long have you felt like this?” He asked, and at first, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Even before that incident with Maria, before I truly became close to you, I’ve noticed the looks you give me.” He murmured, lips beginning to press against the side of your neck and shoulder after he pushed the strap of the dress off your shoulder.

“You looked needy, as if you were denied water in a desert.” He said, fingers running over every curve and dip of your front. “When was the last time someone took care of you, hmm?” He asked, nose nudging the side of your throat. Your mouth opened to answer, but initially, all you gave was a short and light breath. The heat that you don’t remember ever forming grew worse in your lower belly, your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably. “I don’t remember.” You answered finally, and he chuckled. “Don’t remember? Perhaps it is long overdue.” He whispered.

He moved you to your couch, guiding your back onto the armrest. He took his place between your legs, fingers undoing the strap of your heels and taking them off your feet. He placed them somewhere near the coffee table, and you reached up, pulling his shades off. “I hate these things.” You said before leaning up and kissing him. His hands, initially placed on your stomach, moved down to your thighs, thumbs swirling circles onto the smooth skin of your inner thighs. The shades dropped somewhere, and he grunted at the soft thump of them hitting the floor. Your hands moved up his arms to his shoulders, softly digging into the muscles underneath the fabric of his shirt before moving to the buttons of his shirt. He tilted his head to the right, deepening the kiss as your fingers began to unclasp the buttons,

He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down your jaw and neck, hands momentarily leaving your thighs to brush away the straps of your dress. Your mouth opened to take a deep breath, eyes fluttering with every press of his lips to your skin. He moved the collar of your dress down little by little until the straps were off your arms and the collar was lying on the middle of your stomach. “I’ll admit,” he murmured against the skin of your sternum. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.” He said, glancing up at you. He leaned up to kiss you once more. His hands moved to your backside, one lifting your back and the other moving upward to unclasp the bra you wore. When it was finally loose, he pulled the straps off your shoulders and removed it without parting from your lips. Next thing you knew, his left thumb was toying with your hardening nipple as his mouth came around your other, tongue flicking the bud. Your hand, now unoccupied, ran through his hair, messing up the once neatly slicked back hair.

Your breaths came out as pants as he switched to your other breast, pressing kisses and light bites before toying with your nipple with his tongue. He hummed, his left hand moving downwards once more. This time, instead of resting on your thigh, it trailed upwards. He rolled the skirt of your dress upwards, letting it rest on your hips. “Perhaps, it would be better if this were pulled off too, wouldn’t it?” He said, finally unlatching his mouth from your breast.

He helped lift your hips and pulled the dress completely off, sliding it over your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room. Feeling too exposed, you grabbed his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. He chuckled, taking care of the rest and tossing the dark blue shirt somewhere. “Eager, aren’t you?” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “Is that a crime–” Your sentence was cut off when you felt his thumb suddenly press against the wet patch of your underwear. A breathy, barely inaudible moan escaped your lips, and you looked away from Wesker.

“Eyes,” he said, his other hand coming up and pulling your chin back to make you face him. “On me, pretty thing.” He murmured, fingers beginning to hook into the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips, and he pulled the article of clothing off, thumb coming back down, and began to press firm circles. He made sure you never looked away from him, a smirk on his lips. His fingers, dipped into your slick, moved to your entrance. Your legs twitched, trying to close on his arm, however, he quickly parted them open once more. “None of that, pretty thing. C’mon, keep them legs open for me, yes?” He murmured as he eased two fingers into your dripping heat. Your hand came from your side and grabbed a cushion.

His fingers began to move back and forth, working you open little by little. You gasped for air, his thumb continuing to press circles onto your clit. “That’s it…” He praised, the muscles on his forearm flexing as your other hand grabbed onto it, he chuckled in response. He angled his fingers just right, the pads of his fingers hitting the spongy spot, and you cried out, voice louder than you would have liked. “Keep doing it like that…” You said in a mix of gasps and moans.

He leaned down and kissed you, your previously coordinated kissing soon turned sloppy as he pumped his fingers faster. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and touching the once clean couch cushions. Soon enough, the muscles of your thighs tightened around Wesker’s body, and the coil in your core had coiled so unbelievably tight that the force of an organism hit you like a truck. With the help of Wesker’s mouth over yours, he drowned out the loud moans you made as you gushed over his fingers.

When you finally came down to your senses, he pulled his fingers from your fluttering cunt and brought them to his mouth. You watched him lap at your slick and cum, tongue swirling around his digits. His fingers exited his mouth with a loud pop and he bent down to kiss you, tongue entering your mouth and giving you a taste of your own cum.

Your hand trailing down his chest, fingers feeling the muscles of his abdomen, and stopping at the fly of his pants. You were suddenly aware of his bulge, the imprint looking as big as your palm. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, lovely.” He murmured and guided your hand in unzipping his fly and unclasping the button. He pulled both his boxers and slacks down just far enough to free his cock. The soft pink tip was decorated with beads of pre. You looked up at his face, his lips a deep red from the kissing. “Gonna sound so pretty, won’t you?” He whispered, slowly lining himself with your entrance. When he finally moved, easing the bulbous head into your tight walls, he hissed. “Breathe. You’re already so tight.” He said, words dragging out a little. You did what he asked and breathed, attempting to relax a little as he fully sheathed himself in you. You let out a whine, and Wesker placed his hands on your hips, preventing you from moving too much. After letting you adjust to his size, the incomparable girth stretching you out, he began to rock his hips back and forth. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, only for him to stop moving.

“What did I say?” He said, tapping your cheek and making you open your eyes. “Eyes on me.” He said before his hands tightened around your hips. You grabbed onto a cushion once more, moaning and whining every time he slammed his hips up into you. It was a slow but deep pace, his dick seemingly reaching deep into your stomach and touching your intestines. You kept your eyes on him, maintaining eye contact.

“Look at you,” he said with a chuckle, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek. “So pretty. Sounds pretty too.” He murmured before suddenly slamming his hips into your cunt like his life depended on it, the sudden shift change sending you into a frenzy. You moaned and grabbed onto Wesker with both hands.

“Too much–” You whined. “But this tight cunt is saying otherwise, it keeps sucking me in.” He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. You pleaded with him, a train of slurring “please”s leaving your lips. He only continued his fast pace, driving his cock deeper and deeper. You tightened around him, and he groaned, sticking his face into your neck. You could hear him take greedy breaths of the vanilla scent you put on earlier before kissing and biting your neck.

“I…I…” You could barely speak, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling as the coil in your core finally unwinded and you came around Wesker’s cock with a loud cry. His hips began to stutter, groans and barely audible moans. “Shit…So fucking tight, can barely move.” He huffed, his strokes becoming sloppier and sloppier until he came and coated your insides white.

The two of you panted, skin sweaty, and your limbs boneless. He slowly leaned up from your neck, eyes falling onto your disheveled appearance. He chuckled as if he still wasn’t six inches deep in you. You, in your post-orgasmic state, had not a single thought in your brain. “Perhaps, I should’ve done this long ago.” He said, slowly pulling from you. You whined before leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You felt him move away from you, and the click of his shoes. It was silent for a moment or two before he came back.

“Where’d you go?” You murmured, not bothering to open your eyes. “I went to find where your bathroom and bedroom were.” He answered, sliding his arm behind your back and under your legs. He picked you up and carried you to your bathroom, sitting you on top of the toilet seat. He left the room to allow you a moment of privacy to do your business (remember to always use the bathroom after sex, guys), which could have been easier if your legs were so weak. When you opened the bathroom door, he helped you walk to your bed a few feet away, his hands on your hips.

He had already moved the bedsheets, allowing easy access to lie down quickly. He laid you down, and before he could even pull away, your hand reached out and grabbed him. “Don’t leave.” You murmured, eyes barely open. The corner of Wesker’s lips curled, and he gave you a small smile. “Dearest, who said I was leaving?” He said, and your grip on him loosened. He moved to the other side of your bed and took off his slacks, choosing to sleep in his boxers. You turned on your left side, facing him as he climbed into bed next to you. You placed your head on his chest, tucked underneath his chin, as his arms wrapped around you.

“Does this mean a second date?” You asked quietly.

He gave a short laugh. “It means as many dates as you want.” He whispered.

You could faintly feel Wesker kiss the top of your head, his hand drawing circles on your bare back as you went to sleep, breathing evening, and your body stilling.

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I SLIT MY OWN THROAT JUST TO SEE IF YOU'D MOURN ME

Pairing: Héctor Fort x fem!reader, toxic situationship

Summary: While Héctor keeps you on your toes about your relationship, telling you that he loves you, amongst other things, he can't quite seem to commit to you. To him, it's all no-strings-attached, but you want more and you end up hurting your own feelings in the process.

Word Count: ~4.3k (oops, not again)

Reading Time: ~17 Minutes

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, mentions of sex and hooking up, mentions of alcohol and drinking, heavy swearing, Héctor turns into a real asshole at the end, he makes reader cry, reader knows something has to change but doesn't try to change anything, complicated mess of feelings on both sides, no hopeful ending, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

A/N: BOAHHHHH we lowkey gotta execute all of portugal rn. GERMANY WTF????? Wie kann man so eine BESCHISSENE PISS ZWEITE HALBZEIT SPIELEN🫩 I already kinda knew we were losing when I saw 3-4-3 and Waldemar Anton with Robin Koch in the defense. WE LET A GRANDPA SHOOT A GOAL WHAT IS WRONG WITH US (yes, Ronaldo is not my goat)???? This was finished in rage, so excuse any angry spelling mistakes, but we just lost in the most embarrassing way. Word Cup, here we come (we'll still win, of course)! On a diffrent note tho: It was really fun writing for Héctor. He's probably one of the prettiest men I've ever seen in my life. Also, I'm 100% sure he's a very sweet guy who wouldn't do something like in this fic lmao lmk if y'all want a part 2 with a happier ending! Inspiration for this was this song👇

Those beautiful eyes. Big, tantalizing, brown eyes that you seemed to get lost in every time you saw them. And, it didn't matter that you were just looking at a picture of him. You could stare at him for hours and not get bored of it. If he would let you.

You and Héctor met just a couple months ago in the streets of Barcelona. To be honest, you didn't know who he was — And he didn't expect you to. The minute he layed his eyes on you he knew you were perfect: Mostly because your biggest interest wasn't football. You were a fresh breeze in his life, finally someone who wasn't connected to his career. To you, though, it was probably the coolest thing to have a professional football player like you. Héctor is tall, talented, easy to talk to... You like the fact that he works out and surrounds himself with good people. His first impression was perfect, it was natural to fall in love with him.

If things could've stayed that way, you wouldn't be here right now. You'd be beside him, in his bed, looking at the real thing. As the situationship progressed, you realized that Héctor was different deep down. He wasn't this charming young man social media makes him out to be (because, of course, the first thing you did was stalk him on the internet to see what people had to say about him).

Soon enough, you took notice that he treats hou more like a side piece than a girl he's interested in. You're good enough to take out, mostly to parties, and for sex, but that was kind of it. Then, when you were back home, you'd watch tiktoks of fan interactions Héctor had and wondered why he didn't treat you with the same amount of respect.

There's phases of love bombing, meaning he'll send you flowers to your doorstep, invite you over to his house to cook together or buys you expensive things you wouldn't ask for, but those are followed by weeks of silence. Like right now. All you can do is stare at the screen, pictures of you two together and text messages from two days ago:

"You're so beautiful, mi amor."

"I want to take you to training with me."

"I love you."

He loves you. You hold onto those three little words for a long time.

...

"Oh my god, seriously, you need to get a grip girl." Your best friends voice rung out of your phone. "What do you mean?"

You were currently sitting at your vanity, getting ready for... something. You didn't know what it was yet, but something was telling you that Héctor would text you.

"What I mean? Are you crazy?" Calling Mia for advice on this situation always gave you a reality check. She'd never lie to you or coddle you and that's exactly what you needed. You wanted to not care about his attention so much, but it was like your body yearned for it. "That boy has you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even need to do anything." Carefully, you curled your eyelashes while listening to Mia go on and on about your situationship. "And still, he won't respect you."

"How is he not respecting me?"

"Girl..."

"What?"

"All this hanging out and hooking up and he still hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend? You know he meets up with other girls too, right?"

Of course you knew. Hearing that out of somebody else's mouth hit a bit too hard, though. You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, a weird feeling suddenly settling in your stomach. That was, until you heard a ping from your phone. With a gasp, you quickly grabbed it and heard Mia groan in annoyance on the other end of the line.

"I'll pick you up in 15, be ready."

"See, I told you he'd text!" You continued to do your makeup gingerly and all giggly. Even if your best friend didn't like what Héctor was doing with you and thought that you were a bit too naïve, she let it slide. This time. At no point you thought Mia was jealous of you, though. Other friends always made it sound like she was trying to get in between of your relationship with Héctor, mostly because he's a footballer bla bla bla, but, the truth is, you know. You know that the dynamic between you and the boy isn't ideal, you know that he's probably just toying with your feelings and you know that you should call this thing off. But you can't. And you won't.

Héctor, even if his feelings were bipolar towards you, never made you feel used. Whenever he's take you out to one of his friend's functions he'd introduce you properly and keep his arm around your waist. He made it all seem very normal and that was perhaps what made you so attached.

There's been nights where you cried yourself to sleep over rumors in your friendgroup about a new girl he's seeing or over the fact that he wouldn't text you. You'd never dare to double text, so if he left you on delivered, you were of course being petty. You ask yourself: Am I not good enough? What do other girls have that I don't? Why would he go for her and not me? What you didn't see was, that you were never the problem in the first place.

Teenage love is hard to swallow. Especially when considering that you both were almost 20. Mia thought this was highschool drama, but to you it was very real. Héctor would never deny your feelings whenever you opened up to him (which has happened like two times only), but he'd also never change. He gave you the feeling of being loved unconditionally. And it was addicting admittedly.

...

Like many times before in the last ten minutes, you were checking yourself out in your mirror. Mia had hung up just a few minutes before and your room felt cold and alone. Why were you sulking now? Did her words really hit home that close? You should be happy Héctor's coming over!

You were lying to yourself and you knew that. If only you could—

The sound of your doorbell ripped you out of your thoughts. The heavy feeling on your chest was lifted immediately when you grabbed your bag and ran down the stairs. Luckily, your parents were away for the weekend, which means if anything else would happen at your place...

Carefully, you opened the front door as to not seem so excited at Héctor's presence. Your eyes immediately fell to his hands which held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looked rather nonchalant about it, but the second his eyes found your face, they lit up like firework.

"Hey, princesa." He grinned as he called you the nickname, immediately pulling you in for a hug. His arms rested on your waist when he did so. It took you a moment to reciprocate the gesture, your hands resting on his chest. When pulling away, Héctor pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, which left you absolutely breathless... even though nothing had happened yet.

"These.. are your favorites, right?" Holding out the bouquet, you took it from his hands and grinned. "Yes.. yes they are. They're beautiful, thank you!" This wasn't anything new. After a long period of not meeting up, he's always have some sort of gift with him. Either your favorite snack, jewelry you mentioned liking before or, well, flowers. Héctor payed attention to detail, which made it harder for you to believe he didn't love you. There had to be something behind all of this, right?

On the way to your favorite stargazing spot, the footballer couldn't help but compliment you every minute.

"You look really pretty tonight."

"You've said that like five times by now."

"What? I can't compliment my girl no more?"

While you guys laughed about the situation, your brain couldn't help but replay Héctor's words in your mind. His girl. He called you his girl. If this wasn't a clear sign, then what is?

"I'm really sorry I couldn't make more time for you, by the way." Héctor sighed, absentmindedly skipping some songs on the playlist he put on. "Yeah, don't worry about it, I know you're busy." Obviously, you couldn't expect him to make time for you during the busiest time of the season. The last few games were on the horizon and you knew how important the sport was to him. "I shouldn't be too busy for you, tho! Like... ugh." You giggled at his frustration.

For the remainder of time, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. You just watched him drive, which was really attractive in your mind. Héctor has called you his passenger princess before. Oh, seriously, how could this guy not be in love with you. It was almost impossible, especially with the way you put so much work into your appearance, or the way you behave around him (you know, not to seem so obsessed) and stuff. Unfortunately, you'd do anything for quiet moments like these as long as they're with him.

And a night out stargazing spot with Héctor always meant making out on the hood of his car.

...

Quietness. Warmth. Comfort. Those were all things you felt while laying next to him right now. Nothing happened tonight — Meaning no sex, that is. Héctor said, this wasn't the type of meet up for that. He wanted to savor the time he had with you tonight, that's all. He wanted to talk about everything, god and the world and maybe also why he's mad at the world right now.

It was natural to let him sleep over, especially when that meant he's hold you close while you slept. Héctor's arms around you always made you feel safe, like you didn't need anything else in the universe.

On one hand, it did make you extremely happy that this seemed to be more meaningful to him, on the other hand you didn't know why. You were suspicious... suspicious if he was feeling guilty about something and felt like he needed to make it up to you. Cheating, maybe. But, would it really be cheating if you weren't officially a thing? No, you had no right to call it that.

Héctors breath on your neck grounded you in reality again. Your hand was interlaced with his and all of this felt so domestic. The thing you were looking at on your phone cancelled all of that out in a minute. A mutual friend of yours and Héctor had sent you a screenshot of a snapchat story just 20 minutes ago.

Just as you had suspected, it was from a girl you didn't like anyway. She posted a picture with her on what seemed to be Héctor's lap. Oh, how much you wanted to beat the shit out of him right now. Perfect opportunity even: He's right beside you.

And then it hits you again.

You're not his girlfriend. What are you doing? Why are you so mad? He didn't cheat. He didn't do anything. It was in his right to pursue othrr girls but... wow, the things you'd do to be the only one. You bit down on your cheek to hold yourself back from crying as you just slid your phone under your pillow.

Héctor slightly shifted against you, making his presence apparent again. Your thoughts were half empty as you tried to make sense of the conversation you had earlier this night:

"Are you free on Saturday next week?" You turned your head to him and nodded, curious as to what Héctor had in mind this time. "Great, I want you as my plus one." Satisfied, he propped himself up with one arm and leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "What do you mean? Plus one to what?" He proceeded to explain how one of his guy friends was throwing this huge house party, but obviously it was still exclusive. Somehow boys in Barcelona seemed to be plugged in everywhere, because you did in fact also recognize the name of that friend. "Uhhh... okay, fine, I'll come." Instead of saying thank you, Héctor pressed another kiss on your lips, leaving you no time to kiss him back. "We'll have a good time, you'll see."

Aha, why didn't he ask one of his other girls then if he loves them so mu—

"Mhm.. princesa, are you okay?" The sudden rumbling of his voice startled you. Confused you turned your head around, to find Héctor, half awake, already staring at you. "Yes? Why? Are you okay?" You whispered back. The boy yawned in response and nodded, looking like he was about to fall asleep again. "Yeah.. you just... squeezed my hand so hard, I thought you wanted me to wake up." Aaaaand he was knocked out again.

With an irritated look on your face, you turned your head back. Did you actually get this frustrated? You must've.

Great, it's like you're digging your own grave here. You thought tonight would be a good night out, but now it seems to settle in your mind that this was in no way healthy. You should talk to him.. no, you needed to talk. It was long overdue and you knew it.

...

The next morning, you didn't really want to be mad at him anymore. Especially not when he woke you up by kissing you down your neck.

On monday, you also didn't have the mental capacity to call Héctor or text him that you needed to talk with him or that you didn't want to go to that party on Saturday.

Same thing on Tuesday, just then he had facetimed you, which seemed to make all your worries go away.

On Wednesday, you just said fuck it, and you went with. Maybe, if you didn't go, you'd ruin an opportunity for him to ask you to be his girlfriend. It definitely felt like an appropriate timing, like afterwards when leaving the party. And, if it didn't happen, you could make new friends, get yourself drunk and pick out a new guy to like. And that wouldn't be cheating, just like how him letting another girl onto his lap isn't cheating either.

After another, for you depressing, phone call with Mia and a few other things to do with studying and worrying about other things for once, Saturday rolls around. Héctor comes by fairly early just to see you get ready. He says it's one of his favorite things, especially because he gets to have a say in what you'll wear. Sometimes he wants it matching, too.

In a slightly uncomfortable way, most likely because of his presence which had never happened before, you pull at the dress you decided to put on — Short, not at all classy and defining all in one. Quickly, you stole a glance at the guy on your bed, watching him tap away at his phone through the mirror. You squinted, trying to make out who he was texting through his mimics. Eventually, Héctor just sighed and put his phone away, his eyes coming to rest on you.

"It's like you're doing it on purpose." Héctor said with a grin and slowly stood up from your bed. You basically felt the way he dragged his eyes over your body, a slight feeling of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. You moved your gaze to your feet as you started feeling shy or some weird emotion you couldn't really register at all. It has never been like this before, so why are you sweating now?

"What am I doing on purpose?"

"Oh come on now."

You felt his hands come to rest on your hips, slowly dragging themselves over your ass and thighs. He was just eagerly watching your reaction in the mirror without a care in the world. "Hm? Ready to go?"

The minute you stepped into that place, you werr reminded why you didn't want to come in the first place. It's loud, filled with people you don't know and frankly don't want to know, and the smell of strong liquor, sweat and maybe other bodily fluids was in the air. Héctor haphazardly held your hand while dragging you through a crowd of people, trying to get to his friend. You felt watched, exposed and most definitely judged, even though most people were probably just doing their own thing. Or were staring at him and not at you.

"Hey, there you are!" You turned your head back to your date and the guy he was apparently invited in. Without so much as a "Hello" or "How are you?", he went in for a full hug to greet you. And when you tried shooting Héctor a look, he was already gone, off to somewhere else. Great. Now you were stuck with the host who doesn't know how to respect other's boundaries and his friends who are looking at you like they've never seen a woman before.

Twenty-or-so minutes later, you had randomly joined a mixed group of guys and girls who had dragged you in with the question "Oh my god, didn't you arrive with Héctor?" The drink in your hand was a badly mixed blend of what seemed to be cheap Vodka and Lemonade. Whoever made this must've been drunk out of their mind, but you started to get used to it the more you sipped to forget all that around you. You had gone completely non-verbal, another guy next to you was trying to flirt with you and one particular girl out of the bunch didn't seem to like this at all.

"And, you know, you're like the prettiest girl here, sooooo..." Matteo, the guy next to you, said waiting on a response from you. Apparently the appreciative nod you gave him was not enough, because he repeated himself again, trying to get just something out of you by placing his hand on your thigh. Quickly, you slapped it away with a serious expression this time: "Hey! None of that. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Matteo, a guy who had probably never gotten rejected in his life, was appalled. You couldn't care less, which he gathered by the way you rolled your eyes at him and continued to scan the area for Hèctor. "The fuck is your problem?" He sounded entitled when asking. "I'm just complimenting you. Don't you wanna have a good time? Jesus, women.."

You tried tuning him out by concentrating on the music rather his stupid voice, but it was hard ignoring this idiot who wouldn't stop speculating why you weren't interested. And then he blames it on women? You should've left the minute Héctor left you alone in this mess.

He was probably off somewhere with another girl, having the time of his life while you're stuck here with people who won't even talk to you. Except for Matteo, of course. Why be his stupid plus one of he was going to leave you anyway? What was the point of brining you here? In the end, you were stupid enough to even agree to this.

"Wait.. Are you his girlfriend?"

"Who's girlfriend?"

"Héctors! That's why you don't want me.. Man, sorry, I didn't know you guys were a thing now."

What and absolute idiot. But, the situation resolved itself. You just nodded and agreed, apologzing even for "not being available" or some bullshit. This, of course, made the others in the group listen up, too. Immediately, the girl next to you grabbed you by your shoulder and slightly shook you. "Holy shit! You're his girlfriend!"

Eventually, while you were getting knotted up in all the lies you tried to come up with to back this thing now, Matteo removed himself from the situation, making his rounds for a new drink and possibly a new girl to harass. This got interrupted, though, when he spotted your alleged boyfriend in the kitchen.

"Héctor."

"Matteo."

The latter got himself some water from the sink and drank it faster than he needed to.

"Dude, so sorry, I just tried hitting on your girlfriend. I wasn't trying to start anything so if she mentions that to you, just know I didn't mean it."

Héctor looked at him like he just said the stupidest thing in the world. He sniffled slightly and squinted his eyes, like that was going to help him understand this situation. "What do you mean my girlfriend?" Matteo seemed oblivious or simply too drunk to notice. "Huh? Yeah, the girl you left there."

"And.. she said she's my girlfriend? Only to you, or?" Héctor evidently got more and more irritated by this interaction and the information he had just attained. "No? She openly said you're her boyfriend. Aren't you? Like, bro, I really didn't mean to hit on her." No. You couldn't. Right? Why on earth would you? He thought you knew this was casual— What is your problem?

After a minute of angry silence, Héctor abandoned his drink by the other empty cups on the counter and made a beeline to you. "Awww, how cute! Can't believe you guys have been going steady now! I didn't even kno—" This... very challenging conversation with the girls in the group werr suddenly interrupted by Héctor grabbing your arm. Not in a forceful way, but definitely in a determined one. Yeah, determined to get you out of here. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you," Héctor mumbled out, "but I need her for a moment."

The young footballer took the liberty to drag you all the way outside to his car, the cold wind of the night hitting you in the face pretty ungracefully. "Would you just tell me what's going on? Héctor?" And he wouldn't respond. He had wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist, shaking his head no everytime you asked him something. Eventually, when he reached for his car keys, you ripped your arm away from him: "What's wrong? What the fuck? That hurt, dude!"

"Get in." Héctor looked at you like you had just killed someone. "What?" You weren't going to lie, you were kind of scared of this now. "Get. In. I'm driving you home. This was a bad idea."

...

The whole car ride was quiet and cold. Not only would Héctor not talk to you, but he wouldn't even do anything to make this more bearable. Slowly, you realized that you had probably fucked it all up with this lie you came up with. To your defense: You needed it to get rid of Matteo and all the other guys trying to hit on you. But, Héctor didn't know that and you weren't ready to start this conversation just yet.

Without you realizing, he had pulled into your drive way and put the car in park. "Why are you telling others that you're my girlfriend?" Oh yeah. This was it, wasn't it? "Look, I had to okay? These guys wouldn't leave me alone and I just—"

"No. No! You.. you can't just go around and say stuff like that! Are you actually mental?" Héctor gradually raised his voice at you, which madr you shudder. Slowly, you turned your head in his direction, finding him already staring you down. His eyes were filled with an emotion you had never seen him with before. Especially not directed against you. "You have to be one crazy fucking woman to do that. I am not your boyfriend, okay? You should've just come to me.. god." You bit down on your cheek while he was clearly struggling to find words for this.

"Do you know what others will believe now? Huh? Do you know how fast this shit can spread? Huh? No! No you don't." Yes you did. You kept quiet as Héctor continued to yell at you about how this will effect rumors again, how this will make fan girls bring hell onto you and so on. You didn't care. The only thing you cared about was how he yelled at you. You heard you heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

After a few minutes, you couldn't hold it in anymore: "Oh my god! Stop! Genuinely stop!" Héctor did stop, looking at you in an offended way. "Why can't you just be my boyfriend? Do you know how long you've been basically playing with me?" You yelling back at him with this sentiment only made him laugh. In frustration, sure, but he could already feel his blood boil at the choice of your words. "Nah, you can't be serious. Playing with you? I thought you knew what kind of thing this was!"

"Not until you said you loved me! Who does that to a person?" Your voice cracked when asking him that question. For months you've been dying to ask Héctor exactly this and now you know he wouldn't take you seriously. "You should've known this was casual! You know I go out with other girls, why can't you just leave things as they are! Now what will they think of me? As some kind of cheater?"

Tears started prickling down your face, quiet sobbing filling the dreaded silence. Héctor looked at you with a more remorseful expression, but still didn't do anything to comfort you. His head was reeling, as was yours.

You just unbuckled your seatbelt and bolted out of his car, slamming the door shut. You didn't look back, you didn't want to and you didn't need to. And Héctor just watched you go inside, back home again without stopping you, even though you really wanted him to.

You wanted him to realize what he did and come running to your front door to stop you, to hug you, to comfort you.

But those are all things you cannot expect from an immature teenager who doesn't even know when to correctly use the words "I love you".

[magicalqueennightmare]

Echo-Part 9

John Walker x Reader (nicknamed Echo)

The rest of the team finds out you and John are together

Warnings: Suggestive?

“So, are we going to talk about it or just ignore it?” Yelena asked at breakfast. You were sitting across from her, John was sitting next to you and Bucky was currently pouring a cup of coffee. “Talk about what?” you asked and she smirked, waving a hand between you and John “About the fact that you two are either together or fucking at the very least”

You felt your face warm and John coughed around the coffee he’d just taken a sip of. Neither of you down right cared if the team knew you were together but you hadn’t told anyone either. “How..” you started and she raised an eyebrow “You haven’t slept on my floor in how long? John started wearing a shirt when he trains most days. When you and I trained yesterday I saw bruises on your thighs in the shape and size of his fingertips. He currently has his hand resting on your thigh under the table and you two are very loud”

You turned and hid your face in John’s shoulder, feeling him shake with laughter “We are not loud enough you heard us from a different floor” You knew there was no way she heard the two of you and you were trying to check him over to see if any of his hickies were visible considering you knew for a fact he always tried to mark you below where your clothing fell. 

Yelena started laughing “No, but your reactions just confirmed it. So is it just fucking or are you two finally together?” you didn’t know how to respond to that without sounding a little too eager. You slowly cut your eyes up at John and he was looking at you “We’re um together? Right?”

You nodded “Yes John, we’re together” Bucky turned to lean against the counter, shaking his head “For two people that I have to admit are both fairly smart when it comes to tactical plans. You’re both fucking idiots any other time”

“Bucky!” you gasped and he shrugged “Just saying Doll” then walked out. You shook your head as Yelena grinned “Guess you need to get the rest of your things off my floor then?” you shrugged “I don’t like feeling like I’m crowding either of your spaces. Maybe I should get my own floor? There’s still a bunch of space in this tower”

“Crowd me all you want” John told you and Yelena fake gagged “That’s enough of that. Echo, when you peel yourself off of Walker. Meet me in the gym so we can train. Bob and Ava want to go out today” you perked up at the mention of doing something outside of training, being around the tower or missions.

“Sounds good to me” she walked out of the kitchen and that left just you and John. He sat his coffee down and shifted to pull you over into his lap. You huffed in mock annoyance “Just because you can throw a truck doesn’t mean you can toss me around without asking” you turned to slip your legs around his waist so you were straddling him in the chair. That lopsided grin slipped onto his face and you knew he was about to say something off the wall even before he opened his mouth “I have yet to hear you complain about me tossing you around there darlin”

You rolled your hips down against his and a breath escaped him as more of a hiss between his teeth “Echo” he warned and you gave him the most innocent looking smile you could offer “Yeah baby, what’s wrong?” “You know what you did woman” he laughed and you moved your hips again, this time more purposely, dragging your clothed core over his half hard cock. “Sweetheart, I have no problem laying you out right here on this table. Fuck whoever walks in”

You grinned because as tempting as that sounded you knew John when he got started. There would literally be no stopping that man unless you told him to. Any other force on this earth wouldn’t make him come up from between your thighs. “I have about half an hour before Yelena would expect me in the gym” his eyes were that shade they got when lust was clouding his thoughts “Honey, I don’t think half an hour is gonna be enough time for me to do everything I want to do to you but I’ll work with what I got” he pushed back from the table and stood with you wrapped around him “John! I can walk!”

He laughed “Yeah but there’s a certain super soldier who has no issues carrying you” you grinned as you pressed a kiss to his lips “Lucky me” he walked onto the elevator and turned you so you could press the button for his floor before he shook his head “No baby, lucky him” and caught your lips in a searing kiss, rolling his tongue into your mouth. God help you if you would have been standing up your knees would have gotten weak.

Forty five minutes later you finally made it down to the gym. Yelena looked up from where she was laying across the mat “You two are disgusting. You know that?” you laughed “I’d say I’m sorry but I’m really not”

She shook her head “I guess it’s better than everyone wanting to lock you in a closet. The only thing that stopped us was that we couldn’t figure out how to keep Walker contained without roping Bucky into it” that mental image damn near made you cackle. Yelena had told you what happened when Bucky captured all of them. Moreso how he’d tied them all up, specifically using a piece of rebar to hold John. “I don’t know. John tied up in a bow may have been intriguing” you admitted and she gagged “Good lord, I’m looking forward to having an excuse to hit you where we’re still friends afterwards”

You grinned and held your hand out to help her to her feet before teasing “Depends on how hard you hit me Belova”

___________________

Mission reports were rolling in left and right. From the sound and looks of it this would probably be the last down day all of you would have for a while and as luck would have it you had already left to spend time with Ava, Yelena and Bob.

John walked through the common area to grab a bottle of water. Alexei was in the kitchen when he walked in and the older man grinned at him “Is it true what Lena said?” John raised an eyebrow because Yelena said a lot of things, especially about him. Even if she was quickly becoming your best friend it seemed, the former assassin didn’t miss an opportunity to bust his balls.

“What did she say?” “That you and Echo are together?” Alexei clarified and John nodded “Yeah, we are” 

Alexei grinned and slapped his shoulder “Congratulations my friend! It’s not every man that gets a second chance at love” “I didn’t deserve it, I don’t deserve it or her” he replied with a shrug. 

Alexei shook his head “She is a smart woman. She knows what she wants. She came through hell. Let her have what she wants” “Even if it’s someone who fucked up his marriage to the point the only time he sees his son is through court ordered visitaion? Someone who couldn’t hold onto the mantle he was chosen for, who couldn’t protect their mutual best friend and wasn’t there when she needed him the most?” God he was venting to Alexei of all people. How long had these worries been stewing in his head? Since the two of you first admitted your feelings. Since he first kissed you, first held your body in his hands, tasted your skin under his lips, felt the way you took him so perfectly.

“The past does not define who we are. If Lena can give me another chance, anyone can be given another chance” Alexei told him then nodded “We’ll get pizza and watch this new movie I found tonight to celebrate! It will be awesome!”

He shook his head “Ok, whatever you want to do man. I’m sure she’ll be up for it”

You walked back into the tower, laughing at the face Bob made when he tried the slushie Yelena had gotten. She failed to mention to him that it was the toxic waste flavor, meaning it was the most sour thing you’d ever tried.

“Belova, that was rude setting him up like that!” you scolded and held your own out “Want blue raspberry?” Bob shook his head “No thanks. I know where your mouth has been” your mouth fell open, face warming as Yelena and Ava both cracked up laughing. You nodded slowly “That was a good one. I give that to you! Our Bob is growing up and learning the sass!”

“So, what are we doing the rest of the day?” Ava asked and Yelena waved her phone “Alexei texted me. Apparently John told him he could pick the pizza and movie tonight” all three of them looked at you so you shrugged “Just because I’m sleeping with him does not mean I control him! He is six foot two, the same age as me and oh yeah a super soldier!” 

Ava raised an eyebrow “I’ve seen how he looks at you. I bet you could control him” you rolled your eyes “On that note, I’m going to put my stuff away. I’ll meet you all in the entertainment room I guess?” Yelena stopped you with a hand on your shoulder “Hold on! Are you putting it away on my floor or John’s?” 

“I don’t know” you admitted and she laughed “You need to go talk to John” “I guess so”

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A quick once over of the tower and a stop in on his floor old you John was in the gym. You headed down and when you got to the doorway stopped and leaned against it. You weren’t staring, you were admiring? 

It wasn’t often you saw him and Bucky training together and good lord what a sight. Both men were equally matched strength and fighting skill wise. It was fun to watch them go at it in a controlled situation like training. You watched as they went back and forth. Every blow was blocked, every move was countered. No wonder they normally separated on missions. 

John’s eyes flickered up and when he noticed you he faltered just half a step but it gave Bucky the opening he needed to slam him down onto the mat. You grimaced as John let out a groan “Fuck Barnes” “Pay more attention Walker. Can’t lose your head just because a pretty girl walks in” Bucky winked at you and you grinned, feeling your face warm slightly but knowing if you looked at John he’d be glaring at Bucky.

Bucky wasn’t actually flirting with you. He had someone in Louisiana, a childhood friend of Sam’s. No, Bucky just liked getting under John’s skin still. Bucky held his hand out and John shook his head “I’m good” and got to his feet easily.

You walked further into the gym, patting Bucky’s vibranium shoulder on the way by “I have to admit, seeing two super soldiers training like that? It was hot” Bucky grinned and John rolled his eyes but when they flickered towards where your hand was still on Bucky’s shoulder you saw a bit of unease there. He knew you were teasing, right?

You shoved Bucky lightly “Go shower up Barnes. Alexei is doing pizza and a movie from what I hear” he groaned “If that man orders anchovies again, I’m shooting him”

Bucky walked out so you turned to John “Hey good looking, want to go shower with me?” he raised an eyebrow “You sure I’m the super soldier you want?” you nodded “You’ve been the soldier I want” and saw the tension leak out of his muscles “I’m sorry, it’s just..” you cut him off “I know. It’s ok, come kiss me and we’ll go shower”

He walked over and slid his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat pouring off his body as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss that was claiming but still gentle. You smiled into it, pulling him closer. When you had to break away for air you laughed lightly “By the way, I came to ask if I should put what I bought today away in Yelena’s quarters or in yours”

He groaned, head falling over into the bend of your neck “In mine! Please!” you stepped back, forcing him to lift his head and grinned playfully “Are you sure? That didn’t sound sure” he took a step towards you “Quit fucking with me” you saw the challenge in his eyes and yup you wanted to take it “Or what? You gonna spank me?” you baited and he smirked, tongue flicking out to wet his lips “That’s one hell of an idea” the next thing you knew you were over his shoulder, the room upside down and your ass up in the air as he strode towards the elevator “John!”

He laughed and lightly slapped your ass “Nope, you’re the one that gave me the idea. Now I want to see you squirm. Don’t worry though baby, you know I’ll take care of you afterwards” you felt your thighs squeeze together. You pushed yourself up on his shoulder so you were practically perched like a cat. Your nails teased at his scalp before you said “You always take care of me John, so damn good. Make me feel fucking amazing” and heard his breath hitch. 

Two could play the tease game. If he was using the fact that you liked how he could man handle you then you were using the fact that he liked when you praised him. He pulled you down so you could wrap your legs around him as he stepped onto the elevator “You’re a demon” he breathed, pressing kisses across your throat. You laughed breathlessly “You must like it”

Part 10

@desimarie12

@linkpk88

@prongsdotjpeg

[holy-moly-dawling]

Fly Me To The Moon |Four

Hermes x Fem!Reader (Modern)

(Art Credit: Zieru)

"I have to admit, you're the last person I expected coming to me for love advice." The beautiful Goddess said to Hermes. Though, she didn't appear as her Goddess self at the moment. Right now, she looked like any other human. Though, she was still the most beautiful woman around.

Today, she was shopping, adding onto her wardrobe back home at Olympus. Now, she and Hermes were at the same cafe Hermes took Y/n to when they first met.

"Have all your other tactics failed? Or have you finally lost your touch after all these years?" She asked with a teasing grin.

"I suppose I have." Hermes muttered, moving his shades up from his eyes and onto his head.

"Flirting isn't enough. And I'm not trying to bed her right away. But...I have offered. She's a good woman, and I really like her. Gods...I might even love her." He admitted. "And I don't want her to end up like my past lovers. I want her to stick around, I want our relationship to last. Not just a onetime fling. So, I came to you Aphrodite. I need your assistance."

Aphrodite smiled at hearing this. "Right, well, I assume she doesn't know about your Godhood." Hermes nods, Aphrodite continues. "Do you plan to tell her?"

"I do, and that's what I'm struggling most with at the moment." Hermes sighs. "But after last night, she's expecting me to tell her something."

"Then I suggest you make good on your word." Said Aphrodite. Hermes groaned and leans back in his seat. "I know. But what happens after?"

"You know, I could always give her a little...push, in the right direction." Aphrodite hums. Hermes gave her a stern look. "No love arrows or potions of any kind." He firmly tells her. Aphrodite rolls her eyes. "Alright, look." She starts.

"The best thing you can do, is tell her. Be completely honest with her. And if your love is meant to last, then it will, but only once she can trust you entirely. Keeping this from her will only cause you both pain in the end."

Hermes thought about that moment for days, and every time, he couldn't help but imagine how poorly it will go. He tried to tell himself it would be for the better, that he'd be relived he done it. But how would things be better, if Y/n leaves him?

She and him weren't serious by any means, but that didn't mean Hermes didn't care about her and what she thought of him. He really wants her to stick around.

"Any ideas about how I should go about doing it?" He asked the Goddess. Aphrodite gave it some thought, then she answered him. "Oh! You could set it up with a romantic dinner. Take her to your place, that way it will feel more personal. Then from there, just swoon her."

"Swoon her." Hermes repeated. Aphrodite smirks. "You do still know how to swoon a woman, right?" Hermes scoffed at her teasing. "Of course I do."

"Then, just do what you have been doing." Said Aphrodite. "Show her just how much you adore her. Lay all your emotions out before her, don't hold anything back. Oh and, it never hurts to give her a few compliments."

Hermes did as Aphrodite advised, though, he asked if she would help with the set up. Thankfully she loved doing this kind of thing, and made swift yet beautiful work of it. By the end of it, she left Hermes to do the rest on his own.

After working up the nerve, he gave Y/n a call, and asked her if she wanted to join him for dinner tonight. Y/n agreed to his offer, and just like that, Hermes was a wreck again.

He paced back and forth in his living room for the next hour, abruptly stopping when he heard a knock at his front door. He didn't even realize how much time had passed after his phone call with Y/n. Speaking of...

Hermes made a switch to "Ermis" again, then exhaled deeply before walking to the door and opening. "Hi." Y/n greets him with a smile. He returned the smile, hoping it didn't seemed forced. "Hi." He then took a moment to admire her outfit.

A floor length sleeved dress, the top of the dress dipped down her chest just enough to show a tasteful bit of cleavage. Ermis could pick up the smell of her perfume, and felt the urge to draw closer to her. Gods, she was so beautiful. He couldn't believe how one person could be so-

"Ermis?" Y/n's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hm?" Ermis hummed. "Oh! Uh, right, sorry. Please, come in." He said, stepping aside for her to enter. Ermis lead Y/n, not to the dinning room where she thought they'd be, but to the balcony just off of the living room.

There was a table with two glasses of wine, a small bouquet of flowers, and a dimly lit candle. Two plates of delicious looking food gave off a irresistible aroma. The balcony gave a perfect view of the ocean, bringing the little set up all together.

"Aw, Ermis. Did you do all this?" Asked Y/n as they stepped out onto the balcony.

"I had some help from a friend. This kind of stuff is her specialty." Said Ermis. He pulled out her chair for her, ever the gentleman. Y/n thanked him and sat down, Ermis taking a seat across from her.

"She has good taste." Said Y/n. Ermis chuckled. "She'd be thrilled to hear that if she were here. But, enough about her. How has your day been so far?" He asked.

"Well, I took one of my coworker's shift so they could stay home with their sick kid." Started Y/n. "After that I stopped by the museum again, and did a little more sketching."

"Mind showing me sometime?" Asked Ermis. "You know how I adore your art." Y/n bashfully grinned. "Oh come on, Ermis..."

"I mean it." Said Ermis. "You have a real talent. You should feel proud."

"You're sweet." Said Y/n softly. "You're making it harder and harder to not rush into this, you know?" Ermis grinned and reached for her hand. "Good, my plan is working then." That made Y/n laugh. The two made casual conversation for a while, laughing at something the other had said, and admiring the view around them.

As the dinner continued, Ermis was continuously building up the courage to finally tell her the truth. Eventually, he forced himself to just admit it.

"Y/n, do you remember what I told you last time? About me hiding a certain part of myself?" Ermis asked. Y/n nods. "I do."

"I...I think I'm ready to tell you now." He said, standing from his seat. Y/n noticed how tense he suddenly became. "Ermis? You don't have to-"

"No. I do." Ermis said firmly. "I should have done this sooner but...well, you'll see why I didn't. Just, promise me you won't freak out." Y/n furrowed her brows, a feeling of concern rising within her after what he said. But, she agreed. "Ok..."

Ermis inhaled and exhaled shakily. "For starters, my name isn't really Ermis." He began. "And this..." He said, gesturing to himself. "Is all a facade. Nothing about 'Ermis' is real."

"What are you saying?" Y/n asked, fully concerned now.

"I'm saying, that this-" His words trail off as a flash of light lit up the balcony. Y/n gasped and shut her eyes tightly, only opening them again when she heard his voice again. "-Is who I really am."

Y/n opened her eyes and her heart sank into her stomach at what she saw. She was utterly stunned, shocked into silence, wide-eyed and entirely astonished.

Ermis, was no longer here. Hermes, now in his place. Hermes, the messenger of Gods. Hermes, the myth. Hermes, the...

"God..." Y/n murmured. "Y-You're..." Hermes closely resembled that of his statues and illustrations. Wings at the sides of his head, at the ankles of his sandals. He wore a lavish chiton, it fell from the right side of his chest, and the hem just ending at his knees. And his eyes, they shined like gold. There was no mistaking what he was now.

Y/n stood from her seat, her legs nearly giving out from under her. "I-I don't...What...H-How!?" She stammered. "How are you...How are you here!?"

"I've always been here." Hermes tells her. "Along with all my fellow Gods. We never left, though, we have somewhat abandoned this Earth as less and less humans stopped believing in us." He explained. "We walk among you humans still."

Y/n put a hand to her head, her mind racing at a million miles per hour. Gods, all of them, they were real. They've always been real, they were never myth.

"I'm sure, you're a little shocked-"

"Shocked!?" Y/n cut Hermes short. "I'm more than shocked damn it! I just found out there are actual Gods, that they really exist! And maybe even other mythical creatures! Not only that, but they could be anyone I pass on the street everyday!?" She rambled. "And...And I was dating one! This whole time..."

"I wanted to tell you." Said Hermes. "But...I was afraid of what you'd think. So far...I'm unsure."

Y/n took a breath, then exhaled shakily. "I don't really know what I think." She tells him. "I...I'm stunned. To think beings like you really exist...And that you're still here. I'm angry, that you didn't tell me sooner. But I also understand why this would be hard to explain to a human. And...I'm confused."

"Confused?" Asked Hermes. "Well, I've been around for a long time. I think I'll have some answers."

"I...I guess I'm mostly confused to why you Gods haven't shown yourselves. I mean, so many people think you guys were all myth. You must have been gone for a long time." Said Y/n. Hermes gave a shrug as he answered her.

"Yeeeah. Thing is, humans started to help themselves in ways even us Gods couldn't. You wouldn't believe how long it took some of us to finally adjust to modern day technology. And still, it's always advancing. So, that was part of it. However," He continued.

"We Gods, before this era, were not the type to aid every human with every single problem. If we had, well, humans would have become too dependent on us. I guess, at some point, humans finally decided to stop relying on us and solve their own problems their own way."

Y/n listened to him, though, she still struggled to find all of this believable. "So, what? Humans just stopped believing in you because they could help themselves? Weren't you guys like...important figures? Surely they wouldn't have just forgotten about you all."

"That's where it gets complicated." Hermes sighed. "Zeus found humans new way of life as sort of an...insult. As they advanced, they stopped praying and paying their respects to earn the Gods' favor. And so, Zeus demanded that we Gods stop answering human's prayers until they started showing more respect." He went on.

"Though, that ultimately backfired. All it did was cause the humans to seek us out less and less. Eventually, we Gods only kept to the humans who's faith and loyalty never faltered. While the rest of humanity moved on."

Y/n still couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was all just...so much to take in. "I just, don't understand it. How could humans just disregard the Gods like that?"

"There's only two things we Gods fear more than anything." Started Hermes. "Pain. We don't know it, our divinity protects us from most physical harm. So, whenever it does occur, it shakes us to our core."

"And the other?" Asked Y/n. And Hermes, without any trace of insincerity answered.

"Change."

One would think when you're immortal, you'd quickly grow bored of it. However, that wasn't always the case, especially not for the Olympians. One particular, Hermes, The Messenger God. There was rarely a time he ever allowed boredom to win.

He'd find a way to keep himself entertained somehow. Whether that be by pulling a harmless prank on his fellow Gods, traveling the world, or indulging himself with the mortals on Earth.

Mortals. They were such funny beings, Hermes thought. So simple, yet so complicated. And at times, far more enjoyable that his fellow Gods.

There were times when Hermes would spend most of his days with humans. Forming new relationships, watching from afar, or even something as simple as talking to one. Each human he's encountered had their own lives, their own stories.

While there were many, he's forgotten very few. Some of the humans he's met had left a significant mark on his immortal life. And though they themselves were not immortal, they would be in his memory.

As the years went on and on, Hermes witnessed the beginning of mortals advancing. Less and less relied on the Gods, because they relied on a power unlike any God has ever had.

The power, of change.

Humans, were always changing somehow. Even from the very moment they were created, they were always changing. It only just now occurred to Hermes, that it didn't take their disregard for Gods to see that.

For a while, Hermes was conflicted by it. How could mortals not need the Gods? Then, soon Hermes came to admire it. The will of humans, their unyielding spirit. They helped themselves, they always could help themselves. And now, they were learning new ways to continue to help themselves.

And it angered the Gods. That change.

But it never angered Hermes, if anything, he envied the humans for their newfound power. Change. It came so easily to them. While he and the rest of the Gods, found it impossible.

Why would they need to change? The Gods were perfect. They were respected, worshiped. Humans depended on them in times of great need.

Why shouldn't that stay the same?

And it's because of their stubbornness to change, that the humans went on without them. Instead of progressing with the humans, they stayed in their old ways. It was all they knew.

Hermes was among the few Gods who wanted to follow the humans' new ways. He wanted change, he craved it. Because it was so new and unknown.

It was exciting. It was thrilling. Hermes couldn't get enough of it, he wanted to learn more from them. He wanted to know how their ways have changed. What were they doing differently now, that they did one hundred years ago?

What else would they learn? What else would they see? What else would they accomplish? And they could do it all without the help of the Gods. It was admirable in Hermes eyes.

And just like that, his fondness of humans grew. During the start of this new modern era, he frequently visited Earth and walked among the humans as one of them.

By this point, most if not all Gods and divine beings had accepted the change. Some even followed in Hermes footsteps, and blended in with the new era of humans.

Eventually, Gods had learned to change.

Some hated it, some tolerated it. But Hermes welcomed it, he embraced it. Because, it was something new. He always found something new from the humans before, and continued to do so even to this very day.

And he looked forward to seeing what great change will come after this era.

"I assume you won't be seeing her again?"

The question irked Hermes. He wanted to ignore his brother and continue to drown himself in the wine he drank. But he answered him anyhow. "I never said that, Apollo." He murmured.

It was three days after Hermes had revealed himself to Y/n. He was at Apollo's home on Earth, hoping to get some support. So far, Apollo has been less than very helpful.

The two were sat outside on the balcony talking when Apollo brought up the question.

"She's just...processing." Said Hermes.

"But she hasn't called you in days." Apollo rose an eyebrow. "Have you tried calling her at all? Surely you wouldn't let her slip away that easy."

"Of course I've tried." Hermes sighed and leaned back in his seat, his head was tilted upward. The sun had began to set, and a cool breeze caused the curls of his head to sway slightly. "I don't want to scare her off, anymore than I did that is, with nonstop calling and texting."

Apollo couldn't help but feel sympathetic for his brother. Despite being known for a romantic, he's known what it's like to mess up a good relationship. "I know it might not feel like it, but you did the right thing by telling her." He says.

"But now I might loose her because of that." Hermes said, brining a hand to his head and raking back his hair. "She was perfect Apollo, I really...I really wanted to be with her. And now..."

Apollo put a hand to Hermes's shoulder. The two fell into silence, unsure of what to say. Soon after that silence was abruptly broken by a booming voice.

"Dionysus has entered the building!" Boasted the half-drunken God as he pushed open the balcony doors.

Apollo shot a look to Dionysus, who seemed to have miss it. "Hermes! My guy! I haven't seen you in ages! Where have you been?" Asked Dionysus. When Hermes didn't answer, Dionysus finally noticed what something was wrong. "Hey, what's up? Did something happen big bro?"

"It's Y/n, the woman he's been seeing. She knows..." Said Apollo. Dionysus frowned. "Aww, buddy." He sighed. "I'm sorry your lady friend dumped you."

"She did not dump me!" Hermes huffed. "We weren't even at that point for it to be considered a breakup!"

"But still that must have hurt." Said Dionysus. "How are you holding up?"

Hermes shrugged. "I've been better. She...She said she needed time to process all this. It's understandable, I mean, I'd be pretty freaked out too if I were in her place. So, I gave her some space. I...haven't heard much from her since."

This was new for both Apollo and Dionysus. They had never seen Hermes so...upset like this before. They tried their best to offer him support, but it wouldn't make up for the heartache Hermes felt.

He tried to go on like nothing was different. But he couldn't ignore the terrible feeling in his chest whenever he thought of Y/n.

If Hermes was lacking on his responsibilities before, it way worse now. He couldn't focus, he made mistakes more often, he was just a mess.

He wished so desperately for Y/n to say something, anything to him. Even if it was her telling him she never wanted to see him again...At least it was something...

Fortune must have been on his side, as he would not have to wait much longer. Another day had passed before he finally got something from Y/n.

Hermes nearly dropped his phone as he fumbled to quickly fish from his pocket. He took a calming breath before reading over the text she had sent him.

Y/n: Are you busy right now?

Hermes didn't even bother to respond. He never moved so fast in his entire life. It didn't take him long to arrive at Y/n's door. Hermes felt his heart hammering in his chest, not from how fast he went, not even from adrenaline pumping through his veins.

But from the unknown outcome of all this. Would Y/n still want to see him? Or was this just to break the bad news he's been dreading to hear for days?

Hermes rose his hand and knocked. After a moment, the door opened, and there stood the person he longed to see more than anything.

"Hey..." Y/n said quietly, then she looked up at him. "You...You're not in your disguise."

Hermes didn't realize it until she said something. His mind was too consumed with worry and anticipation to even consider it. It wasn't like anyone saw him though, not when he was moving that fast.

Y/n stepped aside. "You'd better come in before someone sees you." She tells him. Hermes nods and walks in, hearing the door close behind him after he stepped into her home.

He turned to face Y/n, who still didn't face him properly. Neither one spoke, and an awkward silence fell over them. Neither knew exactly what to say to the other.

Though right now, Hermes didn't much care to speak. He just wanted to be here with her. Just her presence alone was comforting, and it ease his overactive mind.

But Hermes knew Y/n didn't have him come just so he could look at her. He needed to say something. But before he could, Y/n spoke first.

"How was your day?"

Hermes paused, then a small laugh came from him. "That's the first thing you say?"

Y/n looked down, avoiding looking at him entirely now. "Sorry. I'm not very good at this kind of thing."

Hermes sighed. "Me neither. But...how about we try and figure it out, together?" Y/n looked up, facing him properly now. She smiled weakly and answered him.

"I'd like that."

[tacitusauxilium]

shinji and fuuka kinks?

((Huh. Honestly, I don't have much for them.

Fuuka would probably be more into bondage and definitely role playing. And because she's into roleplaying, I can see Shinjiro eventually wanting to try it out.

With Shinjiro, with him being more of a dom in general, maybe food play? But he wouldn't go too far--like whipped cream and such. XD))