#scared reader

[huffelpuff210]

Ours Soft Dark Stucky x Omega Reader

Soft Dark Alpha Stucky x Omega Reader

Warning: Stalking, kidnapping, drugging, confinement, dark themes, Non Con, man handling, threats, mentions of past abuse, 

Summary: Day by Day Both Bucky and Steve feel like something is missing in their lives that is until they meet you. 

You work as a RN at the nearby hospital, you were just leaving an agonizing fourteen hour shift, dead tired, 

You were walking past a store, where there were TV’s you could watch from outside of the window,

The news was on, 

“This is Becky reporting from Stark tower where in a few minutes Alpha Tony Stark is going to make his big announcement.” The news lady says, 

You stand there with your arms crossed, a lot of people on the street were crowding around as well, 

The Alpha’s in Stark tower are a big deal to everyone so when they make an announcement it’s normally a big uproar 

Tony walks out to the stage, 

“Good afternoon everyone, as everyone may have been aware, the decrease in Omega’s in the past decade have declined drastically.” He says 

It was no secret that Omega’s appear less and less each year, in fact you read in the paper that there is 1 out of 5% that anyone would come across one, You were in fact one, but you take suppressants and wear a special perfume to mask the smell, 

“So as of today, I have signed a bill passing that if you are an Omega you must register, due to the decrease in our species this law is in effect as of today.” Tony says 

You eyes widen, 

“We also have a stations in each clinic to ensure you can find a place to register.” He says 

This made your blood boil, You didn’t like Alpha’s to begin with, Your father and brother’s made sure of that, always talking down to you like you were nothing compared to them, abusing you any chance they got, telling you, that you were nothing but a tool a mutt that your only purpose in life was to breed, 

And here is another example of how much you hate and yet fear alpha’s they think they can control Omega’s, 

“If any Omega’s fail to comply we will have no choice but to place you in a special program.” Tony says 

“That will be all thank you.” He says walking off stage, 

You shake your head and make your way to your apartment, but you couldn’t help this feeling that someone was watching you, You stop in your tracks, to look around listening, smelling, but there were too many scents, you brush it off as fatigue and paranoia. 

You finally enter your apartment, it wasn’t much given the salary to make, barely scraping by, but it was the only way, the only way to avoid detection not just from Alpha’s but your family that has been on the hunt for you since you ran away when you were sixteen, you are now twenty one, but they still continue to hunt you like an animal, 

All because you are an Omega, 

After taking your suppressant and showering, you are laying in bed when a smell catches your attention, It smelled like pine, and cinnamon, you sit up quickly, it wasn’t your father or brother’s but you don’t notice the smell which causes you to panic, 

You peek through the curtains not seeing a single person, you make sure everything is locked, 

You peek out the peep hole at your door, no one, 

You feel your heart rate slow down hoping you were just imagining it, 

Bucky just couldn’t believe his luck, he was on his way to the tower, when a smell caught his attention, sure it was very faint but his sense of smell is stronger than most Alpha’s it smelled like vanilla with a hint of cedar

“Omega...” He whispers

He finds a small petite woman, with long dark hair and green eyes, she was beautiful, but by the smell she’s definitely on something she shouldn’t be on, 

He opens his phone to call Steve as he follows her from a distance, 

“Steve, Your not going to believe what I found.” He says with a smirk on his lips, 

You didn’t go to work for a few days, you were getting paranoid, the smell kept getting stronger as if someone was in your apartment or on the fire escape at the window, 

But your boss called you today, telling you if you didn’t come in today you were fired, 

So you cautiously leave your apartment, just as you were locking the door an arm wrapped around your neck, with a hand covering your mouth, 

You elbow the attacker causing him to grunt, but he didn’t loosen his grip, 

“Shhh, sweetheart, we’re here now.” You hear a man’s voice whisper in your ear, 

suddenly there was a jab of a needle in your upper arm, you watch as the liquid is injected in your arm, 

“Everything will be alright.” Another voice says 

you feel your limbs give way, and your vision blur slowly slipping into darkness, 

Bucky catches you as you fall, picking you up bridal style, your head against his chest, 

Steve moves your dark hair out of your face, 

“She’s beautiful.” Steve says 

“Told you.” Bucky says 

“She’s light though.” Bucky says again, 

“It’s alright she has us now.” Steve says placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, 

Bucky nods, as they both smile down at you

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

BAU team x Child victim reader

Just watched the last episode of Sherlock and thought if this idea for a oneshot.

Summary: A child wakes up on a plane everyone around her is asleep even the driver, she is the only one awake with knowone to help her.

Third person pov...

The airport was filled with people and families trying to get on the right flight, Currently the L/N family had just got through security. Mrs L/N was holding her daughters hand as they grabbed their bags.

"Hurry up Y/F/N" she yells as her husband teails behind, Mr L/N dragging the heavy luggage behind. It was currently 7pm their flight was for 8pm, 8 year old Y/N was tired of walking they had driven down from their home in Los Angeles.

"I'm tired can we get on the plane yet" yawned the child as her Dad laughed, he then grabbed her and put the tired girl on top of the suitcase he was pulling.

The girl giggles and holds on to the handle her legs swinging, the laughter drew peoples eyes they smiled at the sight. "Happier Honey?" Asks her Dad as the 8 year old Continues to giggle her exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Mrs L/N rolls her eyes at her husband and daughter but smiles, at least they can sleep on the plane, their flight was 5hours and 18 minutes from California to Virginia from one side to the other side of America.

Soon the family of three are able to sit as they wait to board their plane. Y/N fidgets in her chair she was bored then saw someone a man he was looking around almost scared.

Y/N stared at him, when he saw an 8 year old watching she quickly looked away and turns to her Dad who gives her his phone to play on.

"Come on N/N time to board!" Exclaimed Mr L/N, Y/N cheers and runs to stand behind the other passengers, she couldn't wait to get to Virginia, she was visiting her grandparents.

Y/N and her Mum sit while her Dad finishes putting the luggage they broughton board in the overhead compartments. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard, we are flighing from California to Virginia we are currently expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time" comes the pilots voice once again Y/N dad gives her his phone.

Soon they were taking off and on their way to Virginia. Throughout the flight Y/N slept and played on the phone, the battery was still pretty full so her Dad didn't worry.

2 hours into the flight...

It was 10pm with 3 hours to go, Y/N was half asleep half awake, she was watching a movie on her Dads phone, next to her was her Mum who had fallen asleep as the plane took off.

Pausing the movie Y/N turns in her seat her seat belt off, the 8 year old shook her Dads shoulder gaining his attention. "Daddy, I need the toilet"she whispers the man smiles and points towards the back of the plane.

"Thanks daddy" she says and slips from the seat, putting the phone on the seat behind her, the 8 year old then wlaks to the bathroom, wobbling because of the turbulence.

Soon she made it, when she was done she washed dher hands and opened the door, when she did she was surprised to see the airhostess on the floor, Y/Ns confused.

She walks over tk try and waken then up but they didn't, Y/N was scared. "Daddy, Mommy?" She yells before rrunnig to her seat, as she did she realised she couldn't hear any babies crying.

"Something is wrong" she mumbles, once she go back to her parents she begins shaking their shoulders and shouting but they wouldn't wake up. "Mum mummy wake up please" she shakes her Mother but the woman wouldn't wake up.

Then she tries the pilots she pokes her head through but both are asleep as well, she stifles her cries as she walks back to where her mum and dad where and sat in her seat next to her unconscious parents.

At this point the child started to cry she was alone, she stood up on her chair and looked around she was alone everyone else was asleep like her parents. "What's happening" she cries sobbing in her chair.

She then grabs her Dads phone and turns it on, she goes to the phone app and begins to call 999. "Hello what services do you require" comes the computerised voice.

"Police! Help me please, I'm on a plane but everyone is asleep, even the pilot they wont wake up!" She yells into the phone, as she looks out the window but everything is dark.

"Okay okay, can you tell me your name and how old you are?" Asks the woman

"I'm Y/N L/N and I'm 8 year old, can you help me please" Begs the child.

Virginia, Quantico 1am (Virginia is 3 hours ahead if California)

Penelope was chatting with Spencer and Emily in the bullpen, they had just finished a local case and caught the killer, they were all tired and ready to go home.

"Any plans tonight Babygirl?" Akses Derek, Penelope grins "of course my chocolate thunder I have a date with a marathon of Batman movies she says smiling as Derek kisses her forehead.

Spencer looks up from packing his bag and sees JJ running to Hotches office. "Hold that though Garcia"she says making the others groan.

Couple seconds later Hotch and JJ come out of the officer the blonde runs to Rossi's office. Derek, Penelope and Spencer are now worried. JJ only runs like that when a case is particularly is bad.

"Somethings up" Says the genius, JJ when motions for them to go to the round table, once the whole team was gathered. "Don't sit down, JJ start" Says Hotch, the blonde then begins.

"Okay 30 minutes ago we received this call from a flight 2 hours in from California to Virginia" says JJ before clicking a recording.

""Hello what services do you require" comes the computerised voice.

"Police! Help me please, I'm on a plane but everyone is asleep, even the pilot they wont wake up!" yells the scared child into the phone.

"Okay okay, can you tell me your name and how old you are?" Asks the woman

"I'm Y/N L/N and I'm 8 year old, can you help me please" Begs the child. "Okay can you tell me where you are?" Questions the dispatch.

"I'm not sure I can't see anything it's all dark, please you have to help me!"" JJ clicks off thr recording the team are shocked. "I guess we are the rapid response team then" Says Rossi, JJ nods.

"We are now, we have manged to track the plane that the call came from, it is currently flighing over Kansas, everyone is asleep apart from the child on the phone" Explains JJ

"So the plane is pilotless currently, with noway to land" Says Emily JJ nods sullenly. "Wheel up in 10 minutes we go to the airport from there we can make contact with the flight" Says Hotch, the team then grab their go bags and get to the airport.

With Y/N...

Currently the 8 year old is curled up on the floor under her seat the phone clutched tight in her hand, the dispatcher had long ended the call she was alone.

"Someone help me" she sobbs her head in her knees. Suddenly she hears a beeping sound coming from the front of the plane. So scared to move she looks up. Of course knowone was going tk move but the beeping kept getting louder.

The girl crawled out from her place and walked up to the pilots chair and grabs the communicater. "H-Hello" she says quietly no expecting someone to answer.

It was a man's voice. "Hello is this Y/N" he asks. "Y-Yes I'm Y/N are you going to help me?" She asks. "Yes I am, I'm Aaron Hotchner with the FBI and my team we are here to guide you through this okay" Says the man Aaron.

Y/Ns frozen in fear. "N-no I can't do it! I can't fly this plane I'm just a kid" she cries into the communicate. But the man's voice helps her calm down.

"Don't worry Y/N, okay I won't leave I'm here you help you you will survive, jsit listen to me carefully" Says Aaron

"Okay" Says the child.

At 3am Flight 145 had a very bumpy landing in Virginia Airport in Quantico, As the plane landed the FBI and ambulances met and helped to get the 180 passengers out of the plane.

Aaron Hotchner found Y/N the 8 year old who managed to land the plane by herself with help from thr FBI, Y/N was sat shaking in the pilots chair her hands not moving from the gear.

"I did it, I landed the plane" she mutters tears falling from her eyes, as she cried she heard people and sirens outside the plane.

"Y/N are you here, it's Aaron from the FBI" Calls a voice, Y/N gasps and let's go of thebgear and runs from the cockpit.

She sees a tall black haired man. He spots the 8 year old, "are you Aaron?" She questions him the man nods his head.

The child then runs full sprint towards Aaron when close she jumps into his arms wrapping hers around his neck "thank you thank you thank you" she sobs hugging tightly.

Hotch then carried the scared girl off the plane she was safe and manages to land a plane without anyone dying she will be getting along of media attention.

Months later Hotch would get a thank you card and some cookies from a Y/N from Los Angeles with a kiss, she would neevr forget him and what he did.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait I am currently trying to write three oneshots for this.

Request are open!

Word count: 1705

[azrael-merania-raelo]

Ship : Zachary x scared!crewmate-impostor!female!reader

Video : Among us hide and seek in real life

Word Count : 2.2k

Y/N was teleported into the meeting room because Micah called a meeting. Her eyes flicked nervously from person to person, any of them could be sus. Any of them could harm her. Any of them could throw her out. Most people were used to her nervous tics by now, she did it every time, it was as common as Judah saying red is sus. Micah slammed his hand on the table to get everyone's attention but all it did was make Y/N jump and flinch away from the table. He gave her an apologetic look before saying why he called a meeting. "Somebody stole all my left socks!" Everyone gasped and the sudden noise scared her, making her tap her leg while glancing frantically to anyone who spoke of even moved an inch. "Guys. Something is very, very wrong." Y/N stopped her glancing to stare at Shiloh before Josiah spoke and frightened her again. "I'll say, we're out of toilet paper. I had to use the cardboard part!" Y/N wrinkled her nose in slight disgust at his comment as Shiloh shot his reasoning down. "No, there's something very dangerous and different about this imposter but Mom didn't say what." Y/N took a small step back from the table. Dangerous? It could harm her even more. What if they did something- Her racing thoughts were interrupted by Judah. "I only have one thing to say. Red's sus!" He exclaimed and Y/N who was currently stood beside Red or Zachary looked up at him. Was he sus? If he was when would he harm her? "What? You can't just accuse me." Zachary spoke loudly which made Y/N shrink away from the table. "Oh, trust me. I can. It's a vibe thing." Britney nodded and backed him up. "He does it all the time." Shiloh took their attention from the accusations and Y/N slowly stepped back to the table beside Zachary. He was new but he must've noticed her skittishness by now. "This imposter is very dangerous-" Zachary interrupted her which made Y/N back away as his tone was extremely angry and she didn't like it. Not one bit. Judah gasped at his anger. Josiah also backed Judah up. "Judah's right. Red is sus." "No, wait, hang on. Judah. Don't upset him." Judah ignored Elijah as he leaned across the table and stuck his pointer finger in Zachary's face. "I will never regret the truth. Red. Is. Sus!" Zachary slammed down on the table and Y/N drew back as far as she could from the meeting table. Everyone stared at him in shock and Y/N looked desperately for a way out, but she was stuck in place, unable to move due to the fear consuming her body, making it hard breath or focus on the conversation. All she heard was short angry words. "know... right... sus... am..." SMASH.

She jumped backwards, the meeting no longer had it's hold on her and she backed into the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible. Then she heard screaming, and felt people racing away, forgetting about her, just wanting to get away. Was that all they thought about her? Was she just there to make themselves feel a little more courageous and less scared? Tears stung her eyes and through the blur she saw black shoes accompanied by red trousers. Was he here to throw her out? She screwed her eyes shut and waited but... nothing... What felt like minutes but was probably only seconds passed and she opened her eyes and looked up. Zachary was still stood there but instead of the ferocious look she saw earlier, the only emotion she saw when she searched his eyes was... sympathy... He held a hand out to her and she hesitated but took his hand and he helped her up and whispered to her. "Run. Use the vents. I can't use them but you can. Hide." Her eyes were wide but she nodded with a small smile. Maybe... maybe impostors weren't so bad after all. Zachary helped her. She gave him a nod before running to find the nearest vent. 

She stayed in there for a while, checking the meeting button over. She had grabbed as she ran away from Zachary. She might be a coward but she was not stupid nor irrational, she heard a few people run past talking about how they needed to find the meeting button to create a replica to vote out Zachary. She narrowed her eyes at their conversation. Why would they want to vote out Zachary? He had helped her a lot more than the others. They would've just left her to get thrown out. She glanced over the broken button once more before shoving it in her pocket. If they wouldn't help her, she wouldn't help them. She crawled out of the vents in front of Shiloh, Micah and Elijah who gaped at her. She looked at them nervously before lying, she hadn't lied before so they didn't know what gave her away. "He was chasing me... I... I took my chances and the vent let me in." She said nothing about how it was Zachary who told her that. Shiloh eyed her suspiciously before crawling into the vent, she turned back around with wide eyes. "We can use the vents. Y/N, you're a genius! Now we can use them to find Red and take the button from him!" Y/N tilted her head in faux confusion. "What do you mean?" "We can't create a replica of the meeting button until we get the one he broke, somehow he knew that and took it. We need a plan to get it back." Y/N nodded. "What can I do to help?" Shiloh paused. "Uhh... You... need to survive so we have enough people to vote him out. Create a few distractions if possible." Y/N gave her a small smile, she could use that to talk to Zachary. She gave them a little wave and walked away to 'hide'. 

She walked around for a while, searching for Zachary but it didn't take long to find him. She was hesitant at first. What if he had changed his mind? What if he would throw her out? She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. No. He had helped her. "Zachary..?" She called quietly. He whipped around and held up his hammer to throw her out but paused midway as he noticed who it was. "Y/N. What are you doing? I could've thrown you out." Y/N hung her head in shame but shook it again. She needed to keep on task. "They're trying to make another button to throw you out. But they can't until they get the old one." He stared at her. "Do they have it?" She gave him a small smile before reaching into her pocket and presenting the button. He watched her in shock. "Do they know?" She shook her head. "They haven't got the slightest clue. I'll have to keep it because they're making a plan to get it from you." He looked confused. "They think I have it?" She nodded. "Now, I've got to go and hide or they'll get suspicious. I'll see you later Zach." He smiled, it was different to the maddened grin he gave people as he threw them out. It was softer. Her smile grew wider as she swung into the vents.

Maybe being an impostor wasn't so bad? She crawled around before finding Josiah and Mary shivering. She tilted her head at them. "Why are you in here?" Josiah smiled. "I figured out a way to make the button without the previous one. It'll take two hours but until we get the button it'll have to do." She gave him a fake smile when Shiloh came into the vent. "He doesn't have it." All of them turned to her. "What?" Shiloh sighed. "Red doesn't have the button. Someone has betrayed us." Y/N's eyes widened. Did they see her as a traitor? "I'll... I'll see who it is. People trust me, right?" Shiloh smiled and nodded. "Perfect. Thank you Y/N." She smiled at her. Had she ever felt this useful before? No. She hadn't. It felt nice. But how could she help them both? Would she be able to get them the button without and damage going to Zachary? 

She crawled away from them. She had to ask Zachary. She searched for him again. "Zach?" She quietly called. He turned to her. "Yeah, bunny?" She blushed a little at the nickname. "They- They've figured out a way to make a new button. Can I give them the old one?" He pondered it for a moment before nodding. "What harm would it do?" She smiled and nodded. "Thank you." He smiled back and she walked away, thinking of an excuse. She then ran to the control room where she found Shiloh, Elijah, Micah, Judah and Michelle. They all turned to her as she burst in. Panting, she reached into her pocket and presented the button to them. Their eyes widened and Elijah took it and placed it beside the printer. The timer changed from 1:48:52 to 30:36. They all grinned, except Y/N, it would be soon that they vote him out... "We each get a new set of tasks and every task we do will speed the process by a little bit." "Get your tasks done and survive!" They all ran in different directions but Y/ stuffed her card into her pocket. She would not do something to help them throw out Zachary.

She got into the vent and saw Robin. A thought came to her mind. What if she..? No. That was evil. But it would even it...? She went from side to side before deciding to take her chances, she crawled next to him and when Zachary came by she opened the vent and shoved him out and shutting the vent. Robin let out a cry of surprise as he was thrown out. She opened the vent again and smiled at Zachary. He smiled back and gave her a wink. She laughed slightly and shut the vent. Maybe being the impostor wasn't so bad after all...

She wandered around the vents, looking for ways to help either team. She wasn't sure what either side would say at her betrayal to both. She looked for an opportunity, and found one... in Josiah. He was messing with Zachary so she took a deep breath and did what she did to Robin, waiting for Zachary to come by and pushing him out. Josiah gasped in hurt as she pushed him and all he managed to say was. "You. You're the traitor. Why?" But Zachary threw him out before he could ask any more questions. After Zachary left, she got out and decided to do her tasks, so she would help both teams. She could be on both sides, right...?

She ran to find Shiloh and Judah. She had completed all her tasks. "How much longer?" Judah was questioned Shiloh as she ran in. They both waved but wasted no time to talk about what was at hand. "Only ten more seconds." She frowned and walked out, making an excuse of having one more task that could speed it up. They nodded, having no clue she was about to help Zachary. She paused in front of him and pointed to the router. She mimed ripping it and he nodded, waiting for her to run away before ripping it from it's hold. She ran away again to hide until the end. But she knew at the end she would have to make a choice so she got out. She had to face her fear of being thrown out. She tracked down Zachary. "Throw me out." She said as soon as she found him. There was no time for games. He looked at her incredulously. "What?" She sighed. "When they press the button, I'll have to make a choice between you two. If I get thrown out. I won't have to. Throw me out." He looked at her solemnly but nodded. "Okay. See you on the other side?" She smiled and nodded. "See you on the other side." 

He threw her out and surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. They all stared at her as she walked into the cell. She hung her head as she waited for them to talk about how they hated her but... nothing. She looked up to see most of them smiling or shaking their heads lightheartedly. "Done in typical Y/N fashion." She tilted her head. "What?" He smiled. "Most of us knew it was you. You can't pick sides, preferring to be on both. But you executed it well." Her eyes widened. "You're not...mad?" He shook his head. "No. You did what you thought was best." She smiled but turned in fear as the door opened and in walked Zachary. The others back away but Y/N smiled. She found she wasn't as scared anymore. Maybe she could face her fears and not live in constant awareness. 

[madaqueue]

18+ MDNI - f!reader (nasty freak boy who cums too early...i love him)

virgin!satoru who thinks he’s going to die. genuinely, he thinks his heart is about to explode out of his chest and his last memory will be the way you stare down at him with those lust-blown eyes and that awe-struck smile. why else would he be shaking like this, covered in a layer of sweat and lightheaded to the point his vision is swirling?

“are you ready, satoru?” is the only thing he can make out above the ringing in his ears - how can he tell you he only has a few moments to live when your legs are spread like this and he’s so hard it fucking hurts?

virgin!satoru who is the farthest fucking thing from ‘ready’ but he’d rather die than disappoint you, so he’s at least got to try.

with an unsteady hand he swipes the tip of his cock up and down your slit, watching the way the light sparkles with how wet you are, for him.

“you can put it in, baby,” and he fucking groans, he can barely look at you when you talk to him like that, all syrupy sweet and thick and dripping.

virgin!satoru who finally, finally, pushes himself past your entrance. his eyes are locked on the way you swallow his length, the way he’s so hot he can’t breathe, can’t get enough air in because it all smells like you.

virgin!satoru who cums before he even bottoms out. he’s trembling and whining and it only gets worse when your hands find his shoulders and pull him into you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck-”

“it’s okay,” you coo, and he’s so fucking warm, and he’s grateful he can’t see the smile on your face because he thinks it might actually make his heart stop.

virgin!satoru who straightens his back, slowly pulls his cock out of you and watches in awe as his cum leaks down your thighs, who can’t stop himself from smearing it through your folds with his thumb, who doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches as he does.

virgin!satoru who’s already hard again, who no longer cares if he’s dying because this must be heaven, who stares back at you with wild, unfocused eyes as he says, “i think…i think i’m ready now.”

a/n: i think i blacked out from lust writing this

[calumcxke]

DISTRACTION

SUMMARY: staying over at your best friend’s apartment was nothing new to you- but when an unexpected thunderstorm strikes, soobin comforts you in his own way.

soobin x fem!reader

WARNINGS: reader is scared of thunder, slight panic attack, soobin has a mirror on his ceiling, dom!soobin, sub!reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f rec.), overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism (hueningkai is still in the apartment)

wc: 9.1k

notes! this was my friend’s idea (@bluetyunhour) originally that she came up with for me since i have a fear of thunder.. this is also barely proofread,,, sorry!

you sighed quietly as you knocked on the door. your muscles were aching, and you swore you could feel your head beginning to pound. the door opened slowly, revealing a sweat-clad hueningkai standing on the other side.

“y/n!” he opened the door more, allowing you to walk inside. you shot him a tight lipped smile, walking over to the couch and letting your bag drop.

“where is everyone?” you ask, stretching your hands above your head.

“yeonjun’s out. soobin’s in his room,” he replied, walking over to the couch before plopping down. you nodded and thanked him before heading off to soobin’s room.

opening the door quietly, you were met with a relatively dark room, mostly lit up by the colors emanating from soobin’s pc.

“soobin?” you poked your head through the door, watching as he looked up from his game, a smile growing on his face the second he recognized you.

“hey.”

“hi,” you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you.

“how was school?” he paused his game, his full attention on you for the time being.

“so tiring. i need to relax,” you sighed, the pounding in your head finally becoming noticeable.

soobin stared at you for a second before chuckling lightly.

“you can take a nap in my bed,” soobin spoke, “i’m gaming with beomgyu, but i’ll try and be quiet.”

the exhaustion in your eyes was evident, and you took him up on his offer happily, practically ready to just sleep on the ground at that point.

“oh, wait,” he stood up quickly, heading over to his tv to turn it on, “is jujutsu kaisen okay with you?”

you laughed quietly, getting situated under his covers, “i’m gonna be sleeping through it. put whatever on, soob.”

“whatever you say,” he smiled, walking back to his pc, “sleep well.”

you hummed in response, turning over to your side as you snuggled up, letting your eyes flutter shut as sleep began to envelop you.

you were grateful for this tradition. getting to hang out with your best friends after a long day of school. it didn’t matter if everyone was busy, just being able to be around them and enjoy each other’s company was enough for you.

you had to admit, ever since you started working along with going to college it got much harder to hang out, but you would always find ways to hang out with them multiple times a week, sometimes crashing on the couch overnight before leaving early for class the next day.

while you slowly lost consciousness, you listened to jujutsu kaisen playing quietly in the back, and the sounds of soobin tapping his keyboard as he talked with beomgyu quietly.

-

you woke up a good hour and a half later, feeling a bit more well rested.

you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as your eyes focused on soobin across from you.

all you could see from where you sat was the back of his head, and sometimes a glimpse of his side profile if he turned his head a bit.

you were pretty bored at this point, not knowing what else to do and deciding you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

soobin wouldn’t mind if you asked him to hang out, right?

you slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, calling out his name quietly.

“soobin.”

he didn’t hear, too engrossed with his game as he continued talking to beomgyu and hitting keys on his keyboard.

you reached your hand out to tap his shoulder lightly, “soobin.”

he jumped slightly at the action, pausing his game to turn around and look at you, slowly removing his headphones as he gave you an expectant look.

“what’s up?” he asked, fluffing his hair with one hand.

you cleared your throat, your eyes flickering across soobin’s face, suddenly aware of how attractive he really was. you blushed slightly, trying to not let it show how much of an effect he had on you. something about his hair in the dim light was getting to you.

“i was just, uhm.. bored,” you spoke quietly, now feeling embarrassed for pulling him out of his game to cater to your needs.

his face softened a bit, looking at his game before looking back at you, “you wanna hang out?”

“only if you want,” you sat back on your heels, trying not to look too desperate, but you were really bored and fiending for some attention at this point. and your eyes might have kept wandering to soobin’s lips a bit too much, or maybe it was you following his hand with your eyes as he brushed back his hair.

what you didn’t know was that he noticed everything, every little glimpse and action. he knew you were into him. but he wasn’t going to point that out.

“i would, but me and beomgyu still have a few hours of gaming left,” he responded with an apologetic look, trying to ignore the way your face visibly dropped at his sentence.

“how many?”

“like, uh, three,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face. you glanced at the clock to see it was already 10pm.

“oh, okay,” you responded, slowly beginning to scoot yourself back on the bed, “i’ll just go back to sleep.”

“you sure?” he turned around more, reaching for the tv remote, presumably ready to give it to you.

“yeah, i’m sure. don’t worry about it, i’m still tired anyway,” you yawned, lying back down and turning on your side, “i’ll talk to you later. night, soob.”

he hummed out a goodnight in response, before putting his headphones back on and turning around.

you were disappointed, you weren’t even going to lie. were you less important than the game to him? soobin would usually drop whatever he was doing to hang out with you when you came over, so of course you felt a bit discouraged right now.

but a part of you felt guilty for wanting his attention all to yourself. he was just trying to talk to beomgyu, and they deserve that without you whining. you decided to not ponder on it too much, and honestly soobin’s sheets were too comfortable for you to stay awake any longer. your thoughts became muddled as you once again let your eyes shut and went to sleep.

-

you woke up to the smell of ramen invading your nostrils. you really thought you were imagining things at first until you realized the smell was in fact right next to you.

you opened your eyes to see a large bowl of ramen, and a plate of kimchi sitting next to it. you smiled brightly as you took in the smell more, letting the comforting smell warm you up.

your mouth was watering as you took the first bite, letting out an audible hum and savoring the taste.

you figured soobin had to have made it at some point while you were asleep, looking up to see him taking a sip from his drink, head thrown back as he was close to finishing the bottle.

your eyes flickered to his adam’s apple, maybe staring for a bit longer than you needed to.

you silently thanked him in your head, not wanting to disrupt his gaming anymore, before taking another bite of the yummy dinner.

you didn’t even know if it could be called dinner anymore considering it was 11pm, but you were hungry.

you got lost in thought, eyes focusing in on soobin’s hands moving quickly across the keys, letting your gaze move to his head, watching his side profile become illuminated by his pc when he turned his head slightly.

it was eerily quiet in the room. soobin had turned the tv off at some point, the only light source in his room being his pc.

once again, your eyes dropped to his hands. long, skinny fingers hitting the keys quickly, sliding all over the keyboard as he typed a message out. a part of you felt bad for staring, but what could you say? soobin was attractive. anyone could see it.

you were lucky enough to call him your best friend, but there were certain points you wished you could be able to call him more.

small taps broke you out of your daydreaming, looking out the window to your left to see rain hitting the glass.

well, that’s amazing.

you didn’t remember seeing that it was gonna rain at all, and it was picking up pretty quickly, the soft taps on the window turning into fat droplets pelting the glass.

you grabbed your phone off the bedside table, opening the weather app only to see that it was going to be raining for the next few days.

and not just raining. storming. there was supposed to be thunder, lighting, and flash floods. you quickly accepted the fact you weren’t going home tonight, and if it was going to be storming like they were predicting you probably weren’t going to be leaving the apartment until it was over.

you slowly put your phone back down, going back to slowly eating your food, this time deciding to take a small bite out of the kimchi lying next to your ramen.

your attention was taken away from the food when you heard soobin shuffling in his seat.

he had turned around to look at you, seeming surprised you were awake.

“you’re up?”

“yeah, uhm, i just woke up like five minutes ago,” you responded, taking another bite of kimchi, “thanks for the food.”

he smiled, “it’s no problem, i felt bad for not being able to hang out. beomgyu just really wants to play games tonight since he’s not free any other day.”

“no, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” you were still slightly disappointed, but you weren’t going to let that show.

“also, it’s supposed to be raining for the rest of the night, i guess it’s gonna storm pretty bad,” you added.

soobin turned to look out the window, nodding at the sight, “well, you can sleep in here then, it’s gonna be too cold on the couch.”

you shook your head softly. the couch was already pretty cold on normal nights, so you didn’t even want to imagine how cold it was going to be if you slept on it tonight. you were glad soobin was offering up his bed, but that meant he was going to be cold.

“i don’t want you sleeping on the couch either,” you spoke quietly.

he tilted his head at you, lips pouting a bit, “who said i was sleeping on the couch?”

oh.

oh.

your lips parted into a small ‘o’ as you processed his words, just nodding at him. you were totally fine. you could do this! sharing a bed with soobin? your best friend? no big deal. you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers as you bit your lip, trying to ignore the feeling of soobin’s eyes on you.

soobin watched you for a bit, waiting for your reply which never came. he slowly turned around and went back to his game, unpausing it to join beomgyu again.

you picked up your phone once again, confirming to yourself that it was going to be storming. you put your phone down, deciding the best thing to do at this point was sleep, you hated storms, you didn’t wanna have to deal with them and considering you left your headphones at your house you had nothing to help you.

slowly climbing out of bed, you trudged over to soobin, watching the small smile on his face as he chuckled at something beomgyu said. you tapped him on his shoulder lightly and he turned to look at you quickly, telling beomgyu to hold on a second.

“yes?” he asked, taking in the tired look in your eyes.

“i’m gonna go to sleep, just wanted to let you know,” you answered, giving him a small smile before heading back to the bed.

“goodnight, sleep well,” was all he said in response before turning back to his game.

as you climbed under the covers you couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed at the fact soobin was once again choosing his game over you.

what you didn’t know was that soobin felt terrible and he wanted more than anything to spend time with you. if you had come on any other day, it would’ve been perfectly fine. but him and beomgyu haven’t been able to hang out like this in weeks and he wanted to be able to spend time with his other best friend too. with the screen going black on his pc in between levels, he saw your pouty frame sitting in bed and holding onto his bunny plushie, before sighing and finally lying down.

he slowly lifted one of his headphones off of one of his ears, just barely enough so he could hear the outside noise well. just in case you needed anything, he would be able to hear clearly.

you were getting more comfortable in soobin’s sheets, nearly on the edge of passing out. sleep was starting to reach out for you, ready to envelope you in it’s soft embrace, lulling you off into dreamland. you snuggled your face further into soobin’s pillow, consciousness slipping further away from you- then a strike of thunder.

a loud gasp tore itself from your throat as you shot upright, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you tried to catch your breath. almost as fast as you shot up, soobin was spinning around in his chair to see your shaking frame.

“y/n? are you okay? what happened?” he questioned, staring at you with wide eyes.

“nothing, nothing,” your voice shook as you answered, “just a bad dream.”

you weren’t entirely sure if he believed you, he didn’t say anything for a couple seconds and just stared at you, and all you could do was hope another boom of thunder didn’t reverberate through the sky.

“are you sure?” he pressed further.

“i’m fine, soobin. don’t worry about me,” you smiled, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, but it was enough for soobin to nod at you and turn back around towards his game, still being sure to keep one headphone off of his ear.

letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you slowly situated yourself back under the covers, trying to calm your breathing while snuggling further into soobin’s covers.

another boom or thunder shook the sky, your eyes scrunching shut as you held on tighter to soobin’s blanket, trying to ignore the loud noises. every time you were calming down more, another loud boom would follow, the sound filling your eardrums and causing panic to rise within you.

your knuckles were turning white from the hold you had on the sheets, feeling tears well up in your eyes as your breathing quickened. you just wanted the noise to stop. you hatred thunder.

ever since you were a little kid, you had memories of hiding under tables to get away from the thunder, letting out loud, wailing sobs as you clung onto your mom after she dragged you out, crying that you were scared of the loud noises in the sky. it was a fear that never truly went away, always sure to carry headphones with you if you knew it was going to rain so you could pop them in if thunder started and block the noises out of your mind. that however, wasn’t working today.

a small tear escaped your eye, followed by many more. you were trying to remain quiet, trying to calm your breathing which wasn’t really doing much, trying to push the fear out of your mind. small sniffles could be heard from you, burying your head further into soobin’s sheets, doing anything to drown out the noise.

you jumped at the feeling of a hand gently placing itself over yours, their thumb caressing your knuckles lightly. opening your eyes softly, soobin was kneeling next to the bed, concerned eyes looking into your teary eyes.

“are you scared of the thunder?” he spoke, glancing out the window before turning back to you.

you shook your head, staring at him, “no.”

“you’re scared of the thunder,” he replied.

“no, i’m not-” you tried to refute, but a crash of thunder sounded, your body tensing at the sound.

soobin stared at you for a bit with a solemn look on his face, his hand coming up to your face to wipe away your falling tears. you tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, and how your eyes widened slightly.

he stood up abruptly, startling you slightly, “come with me,” he spoke, holding out his hand for you to take.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you knew you could trust him. you raised your hand slowly and grabbed onto his as you flung your legs over the edge of the bed, pushing yourself off to stand up.

you let him guide you over to his computer, his hands dropping to your waist to maneuver you to sit in his chair, giving you a small smile before he grabbed his headset.

“hey, beomgyu, y/n is gonna play with us for a bit. she’s taking my spot,” he explained into the microphone, and you heard a muffled response from the other side, not being able to make out what beomgyu was saying.

he pulled the headset off of his head, placing it over your ears and motioning for you to speak.

“hi,” you stammered, your hands resting on the edge of soobin’s desk, not wanting to mess up anything.

“hey y/n! i was getting sick of playing with that loser, i’m glad you’re here,” beomgyu responded, and you couldn’t help the abrupt laugh that slipped past your lips, lifting your head to look at soobin with a smile.

“what?” soobin asked with a confused look on his face, “is he talking shit about me?”

you shook your head, looking back down towards the screen, “well, i’m really bad at gaming. i wouldn’t get too happy. what even is this game?”

“we’re basically connected by a rope, and we have to work together to get the key that leads you to the next level. it’s mostly teamwork,” he explained while you nodded along to his words, forgetting he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i can do this. that sounds easy enough,” you smiled, your voice more determined as you placed your hands on the keyboard, looking up to soobin to make sure you were using the correct keys. he nodded, and you looked back down, ready to start.

you started walking forward, beomgyu’s character moving with yours, beomgyu going to jump while you fell, dragging both of your characters down.

you sucked in some air, your face scrunching up, “sorry! i didn’t mean to do that.”

you heard beomgyu’s muffled laugh on the other side, “you’re fine. not everyone can be an amazing gamer like i am.”

a soft giggle escaped your lips, shaking your head as you played along with an exaggerated tone to your voice, “oh, right, i’m so sorry. i’ll get it right next time.”

you lied. you had tried six more times, and the same exact thing happened every time. you were starting to feel more embarrassed and you could tell beomgyu was getting slightly restless.

you weren’t on time with beomgyu, you would jump too early and he would fall, or you would jump too late and he would fall. you looked down with an embarrassed look as a sigh left your lips.

“i’m sorry, beomgyu. i told you i wasn’t good at this,” you muttered, your hands coming up to cover your face.

“it’s okay, we’ve got this,” he reassured you, sensing how nervous you were starting to get.

“here,” soobin chimed in from behind you, his hands reaching around you to grab your wrists lightly, “put your hands on the keys.”

you nodded, lowering your hands to place them on the keyboard again, situating yourself in a more upright position.

you felt soobin place his fingers on top of yours, his warm touch sending a shiver up your arms. you sucked in a breath, one you were sure both beomgyu and soobin heard. you clenched your eyes shut for a second in embarrassment and wished soobin didn’t have this much of an effect on you.

“i’ll help you,” he whispered, leaning down so his head was next to yours. if you weren’t wearing the headset he would’ve been whispering directly into your ear. you pushed away the lustful thoughts that filled your brain, clearing your throat and nodding at his words.

“okay..” you squeaked, your voice small. this was humiliating.

“soobin’s gonna help me, beomgyu,” you informed him, soobin guiding your hand to click the restart button on the level, the screen flashing as you two were once again at the starting point.

“i heard him, don’t worry,” he spoke, and you smiled slightly. soobin’s hands pressed down on your fingers, guiding your character to move, quickly getting through the part you were struggling with before.

“not so hard, was it?” he asked so quietly, it was almost a whisper. you turned your head to the side slightly, your breath coming out shaky when you realized how close your faces were.

you nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile, “yeah..”

getting through the levels after that was easy, and you had gotten accustomed to the feeling of soobin being so close to you. you were bickering with beomgyu, the two of you talking about everything while you went through the levels, with the occasional jab towards soobin beomgyu would make.

you would laugh every time, soobin simply shaking his head. he was close enough to your ear to hear what beomgyu was saying, responding to the insults and listening to the way beomgyu would get quiet before bursting out with a laugh, not knowing soobin had heard him.

you had completely forgotten about the storm at this point, too caught up in the game as the levels got harder and harder. to be fair, you were barely doing any work. but it was still fun to at least be playing a part in it.

“okay, we have to lock in. this level is gonna be hard,” beomgyu said, and you heard him take a deep breath as you looked at the screen in front of you.

it definitely didn’t look easy.

“soobin, better work hard-“ beomgyu began to tease, his voice cutting out as soobin’s computer shut off, leaving the room pitch black. your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen, turning to face soobin with a concerned look.

he mirrored your expression, turning to look at the screen, “uh.. let me..”

he bent down, checking the plugs and clicking the keyboard a couple times, a slight hum leaving him.

“i don’t know what happened, everything is still connected,” he mumbled, standing back up to look down at you.

a loud knock on the door caused you to jump slightly, soobin turning around to look.

“yeah?,” he called, waiting for a reply.

“the power went out!” hueningkai called from the other side, and soobin turned to look back at you, the computer turning off suddenly making a lot more sense.

“oh, makes sense,” he responded, reaching down to pull the headphones off of your ears and place them on the table next to you. the two of you shared an embarrassed look, both wondering why you didn’t think of that at first.

“hey, where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her,” hueningkai continued. you looked up at soobin with a small smile, a soft giggle leaving you.

“she’s in here. she’s staying with me tonight,” he responded, smiling back at you.

“oh,” he mumbled, a pause before his next words, “okay. goodnight.”

“goodnight,” the two of you called back, listening as hueningkai’s footsteps descended from the door. silence surrounding the two of you once again.

it was hard to see soobin at all. the room was pitch black, and he looked like a silhouette in front of you, nothing more.

“i’m gonna go get some candles,” he blurted, breaking the silence and beginning to make a move for the door.

your hand moved before you could think too much about it, grabbing onto his wrist and stopping him from going any further. well, let’s be honest, you weren’t stopping him at all. he could’ve kept walking if he wanted to. but he stopped for you.

“don’t go,” you whispered, your grip on his wrist loosening as you lowered your hand back down into your lap, beats of silence passing as you waited for his response.

he hummed quietly, turning back towards you, “okay.”

he was standing so close to you, looking down at you, and from the proximity you could make out his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “you’re really dependent on me, aren’t you?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, a laugh leaving you, “shut up.”

he did, surprisingly. he tilted his head to the side, almost observing you. a loud crash of thunder filled the room with noise, your eyes clenching shut as your body went rigid.

“soobin,” you squeaked out, not even realizing his name had left your lips as you looked up at him, panic flashing across your face.

you felt your eyes grow watery, a pout forming on your lips as you met his eyes. he looked like he was once again trying to figure out what to do. he couldn’t distract you with technology this time, he couldn’t block out the noise for you. a small tear slipped down your face, a broken whimper leaving your lips as more thunder sounded throughout the quiet room. you couldn’t even be embarrassed about crying over thunder at this point. you were so overwhelmed.

soobin’s hands reached under your legs, pulling them towards him, before reaching his arms behind your chest and lifting you up, holding you bridal style.

a small part of your mind flickered to how strong he was, how easily he was able to pick you up and how easily he was able to carry you.

he shuffled over to the bed, lighting tossing your body down as you landed with a quiet “oomph”. your eyes flickered down towards him, trying to make out where he was in the darkness.

you saw him lift one leg up onto the bed, leaning his upper body over you as he held eye contact with you, not saying anything, just watching how you reacted to him.

he slowly began to crawl up your body, the only noise being your shaky breaths and the rain hitting the window. shivers erupted across your body as you felt him get higher.

what the fuck is he doing? you thought to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as you watched him.

he was so close now, leaning right over your face. a lightning strike lit up the room, your eyes meeting soobin’s more clearly. there was desire evident in his eyes, your mind going haywire. you had to have been imagining that, right? there’s no way.

he leaned down very slightly, his voice quiet and breathy as he spoke, “do you want me to help you?”

a small gasp slipped past your lips, your eyes wide. you couldn’t say anything. the words wouldn’t leave your mouth. this was not happening. this was not reality.

he leaned down, his face so, so close to yours, before he moved his head towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he continued, “use your words. yes or no.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a shaky breath leaving your lips as your body finally forced the words out, “yes. please.”

you felt him smile against your ear, lifting his head once again so he was hovering over you. he reached one hand out to wipe the still-wet tears on your face, his thumb then trailing down to your lips and pulling your bottom lip down before letting it slap back into place.

god, he was so hot. you sucked in a breath of air at the action, your eyes locked on his as began to lean down.

it was soft. his lips were so soft, slowly moving against your own as he titled your head up slightly to access your mouth better. a soft whine slipped past your lips, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

he pulled away, looking into your eyes. this was your best friend. you were kissing your best friend. your hands slid up to his hair, tangling themselves in his roots and tugging slightly, hearing him suck in a breath of air before his lips were back against yours.

his tongue prodded lightly at your bottom lip, and you obliged easily, opening your mouth to let him in. he was so gentle with his kisses, but they were all-consuming at the same time. his hand that was on your jaw moved down your body, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt before he pushed his hand under slowly.

a gasp left your lips at the feeling of his cold hand on your warm stomach, his large hand splayed out on your abdomen. he wasn’t moving it, just holding it there, like he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. like he wanted you to tell him this was a bad idea.

you didn’t. you would never. fuck, you’ve wanted him for so long, you weren’t going to cut things off now.

his mouth was pushing harder against yours, his kisses getting slightly more rough. your thighs rubbed together while your fingers found themselves tugging at his hair once again. you felt him smirk against your lips, his hand finally beginning to inch up your abdomen.

another crash of thunder. your lips stuttered against his, the grip you had on his hair loosening at the sound. you were so enthralled, you had forgotten why you two started making out in the first place.

he pulled away from you slightly, just enough so he could speak, your lips still brushing each other so very lightly.

“focus on me. not the thunder. i’m right here,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck.

you only nodded at his words. you felt like you were in a dream at this point. his lips softly kissed at your neck, nipping slightly in certain spots before he made sure to run his tongue over the spot, pressing a small kiss before moving on to another spot.

you rolled your head back against the sheets, giving him all the access he needed as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. a fleeting thought of how you would explain this to hueningkai in the morning popped into your mind but you decided that was a problem for tomorrow.

you felt his fingers reach the bottom of your bra before stopping and tapping your skin lightly. you guessed he was asking if it was okay to keep going further.

“yes,” you spoke, your voice breathy and sounding foreign to yourself. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. his hand moved up higher, cupping your bra-covered breast in his hand and giving it a light squeeze.

a moan slipped past your lips before you shut your mouth quickly. you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second. you felt him laugh against your neck, his breath tickling you and the sound so soft. he sat up, the hand that was holding himself up moving to the bottom of your shirt.

“can i take this off?,” his voice was quiet, but it wasn’t nervous. no, he sounded confident. it only turned you on more, a whine slipping past your lips as you nodded your head, arching your back slightly to make it easier for him.

he pulled your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it to a random corner in the room before he was leaving down, his lips latching on to your chest. you sucked in a breath at the action.

“soobin,” you whispered quietly, your voice shaky and ridden with need. you didn’t know where to put your hands, they were going from his shoulder, to his hair, to his biceps.

his hand snaked under your back and you lifted yourself off the bed as best you could as he undid your bra. you tried not to let the fact that he did it effortlessly with one hand linger for too long in your mind. he slid your bra off your body slowly, before leaning back down to press a kiss on your now exposed breast, his other hand coming up to play with the other one. his lips latched onto your nipple, lolling his tongue over the pebbled skin and you swore you were going to go insane.

gasps and whines were leaving your lips as he continued to pleasure both of ur breasts, humming against your exposed flesh. he pulled away just slightly, his hand continuing to squeeze and caress your other breast as he mumbled, “you’re so pretty, fuck.”

“more,” you whimpered out, any proper responses long gone from your mind at this point. your hands clawed at his shirt as best you could, trying to pull it over his head. he got the memo, sitting up and tugging the offensive piece of clothing off of him, your eyes taking in his now exposed chest.

it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before- no, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times. this felt different. so, so different.

he leaned back down, trailing kisses down your torso while his hands roamed before finally setting on the hem of your sweats, “lift for me.”

you pushed your hips off the bed slightly, giving him access to pull your sweats and panties down slowly. you heard a small gasp escape his lips, your legs pushing together out of instinct, “you’re soaking, y/n, fuck.”

he hummed, shaking his head before pulling your legs apart, “don’t hide from me.” you whined softly as your head lolled to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you shouldn’t be embarrassed, really. but nerves were still coursing through your body, your eyes clenching shut.

“hey.” his hands rubbed your thighs lightly, pulling your attention back to him, “why are you so nervous?”

you didn’t say anything for a bit, pursing your lips as you thought of a response. “you make me nervous,” you finally mumbled out, looking down at him slowly.

he chuckled softly, his fingers moving further up your thighs, closer to where you needed him. a soft gasp left your lips, your eyes widening slightly. he hummed, his eyes flickering down and back up, “i do?”

you nodded, a small- and borderline embarrassing- whimper slipping past your lips. your hips wiggled slightly despite your nerves, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “soobin, please,” you gasped out, your eyes staring into his.

he finally obliged, one of his fingers sliding through your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you. “keep your eyes on the mirror, baby,” he mumbled, giving you a smirk as your head fell back, your eyes barely being able to make out the sight that was being reflected on the mirror.

“want you to watch as i ruin you,” he continued, your body tensing at his words. god, you were not making it out of this. his fingers slid up to your clit, slowly massaging the bundle of nerves. your breathing sped up, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your hands grabbed onto the sheets beside you.

“soob, please. need you so bad,” you whined, grinding your hips up into his hand. his other hand moved to your abdomen, pushing down to keep your hips in place. a moan left you, your hands moving from the sheets to his hair.

“patience,” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. his fingers moved from your clit, two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing in slowly. you moaned softly, your head rolling back. “eyes on the mirror,” he mumbled a reply, pulling his fingers out almost all the way before pushing them back in.

you didn’t really hear him, focusing too heavily on the feeling of his fingers. until you felt him latch onto your clit, his lips sucking lightly and drawing a mix of a moan and a gasp from your lips, “fuck!”

you pulled your vision back to the mirror, the sight barely illuminated, the only thing visible being your silhouettes- which were still incredibly hard to see. your fingers tugged at soobin’s hair, trying your best to contain your sounds as you bit your lip so hard you were sure you could draw blood soon.

he was licking and sucking at your clit, his fingers speeding up inside of you, the wet sounds that were leaving your pussy were something you would have normally been embarrassed by, but you were too far gone by this point.

whispers of his name and profanities were leaving your lips, your hands gripping his hair harder as he hummed against you, sending a chill throughout your body. you felt the first tingling’s of your orgasm creeping up on you, your legs threatening to close around his head.

“soobin- soobin ‘m close..” you struggled out between whines, unable to do anything besides take what he was giving you, throwing your head back against the pillow.

soobin removed his fingers, moving his hands to hold either of your thighs down as he moved his tongue, licking a long stripe up your heat. one of your hands flew from his hair to your mouth, struggling to hold in the noises leaving your lips at this point.

“you’re so fucking wet. tastes so good,” he mumbled against your lips, licking and sucking harder as he pushed your legs further apart, practically making out with your cunt, “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my tongue?”

you nodded dumbly, too close to your orgasm to process his words or anything that was happening around you besides the feeling creeping up on you. your eyes were trained on the ceiling, your orgasm growing tighter, so close to falling over the edge.

a lightning strike lit up the room, giving you a perfect view of soobin’s head in between your thighs, your hand gripping his hair, and your fucked out face. you stared back at your reflection, the familiar feeling creeping up on you all too quickly.

“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you started, your orgasm cutting you off as your back arched into the air, your hand tugging harder at soobin’s hair. your body shook, his hands pushing your thighs down harder as he groaned into your cunt, the feeling heightening your orgasm. muffled whines pushed their way past your lips, although your hand was trying its best to muffle the noises.

soobin wasn’t slowing down. even as you started to come down from your orgasm, tinges of overstimulation mixing pain with pleasure, he kept going. “soobin.. too much,” you whimpered, your hand falling from your mouth to grab onto his hair, attempting to push his head away.

“you taste so good,” he responded, his voice muffled and sending vibrations up your core, your legs twitching at the feeling.

“soobin,” you mewled, tears welling up in your eyes as you attempted to push your thighs together, your head falling to the side.

he lifted his head, looking up at your shaking form with a small smirk adorning his lips, “you can give me one more, can’t you?”

he went back to eating you out almost immediately, except this time he removed one of his hands from your thigh, pushing two of his fingers inside your dripping hole, beginning to thrust them in and out.

you threw your head back, a gasp falling from your lips as your hands tugged at his hair. “i can’t.. soobin,” you whimpered, tears falling down your face at the feeling.

he moved his free hand, once again pressing his hand down on your stomach as he sped up his fingers, the feeling pushing you close to the edge once again. you but your lip hard, holding in the noises threatening to leave your lips as he continued his ministrations.

you couldn’t even give soobin a warning this time, your second orgasm crashing over you as your eyes rolled back, your pussy gushing all over his fingers and face.

he helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly pulling his fingers out of you once it started becoming too much again. he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your legs jumping slightly at the feeling.

he pushed himself back up your body, enveloping your lips in a soft kiss. you tasted yourself on his lips, humming quietly into the kiss. he ground himself against your core, his bulge applying the perfect amount of friction against your clit. you gasped against his lips as your head tilted back slightly.

he looked down at you, a teasing expression on his face, “what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t care less that he was teasing you at this point, grinding your core up against him. “need you,” you mumbled.

“yeah?” he teased, continuing to grind his hard cock against you. he wanted to be inside you so bad, his sweats were painful at this point and your pussy was providing the perfect amount of friction for him. he wanted to keep teasing you, to see how far he could push you, but his self control was shattering more every second.

he pulled away, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling disappearing. you looked up at him with a pout, “why’d you stop?”

“i’d rather you come on my cock,” he replied simply, his words rendering you speechless. he tugged his sweats and underwear down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. the tip was red and leaking, your mouth dropping open at the sight. he stroked himself a few times with his hand, a cocky smile on his lips when he noticed your reaction.

“holy shit,” you mumbled, a new wave of arousal washing over you. he leaned his body over yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“are you ready?” he asked softly, lining himself up with your entrance. you nodded quickly, letting out a desperate hum as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back down to your lips. he reciprocated the kiss immediately, pushing his hips forward slowly and enveloping himself in your tight heat.

you gasped, your lips separating from his as your face scrunched up and a moan spilled past your lips, closing your mouth quickly. soobin’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to move forward slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.”

you couldn’t get any words out, noises stuck in your throat as he practically split you open on his cock. he finally bottomed out, his thighs flush against the back of yours. you could feel every ridge and vein, a deep breath leaving him as he spoke, his voice shaky, “i’m gonna start moving.”

“okay,” you whispered, a whine slipping past your lips as he pulled out, pushing himself back in quicker than before. you couldn’t think straight, your mind muddled and completely focused on how good you felt right now, how soobin was fucking you just right, setting a perfect rhythm.

“soobin, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands moving to his neck, his arms, his back, anywhere that you could get a hold of to ground yourself. the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated quietly throughout the room, the both of you trying your best to be quiet, but, fuck, it was hard.

“gonna make you cum on my cock. make you forget about everything else,” he sighed, his hand coming down to push on your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the pressure, “fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.”

he stopped his movement, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him, “no- no, don’t stop.”

he didn’t answer, grabbing your legs and pressing them to your chest, holding them there by the back of your knees as he started to move again, the new angle making him feel even deeper. “fuck, oh my god,” you whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow. he had you practically locked under his hold, unable to do anything besides take all of him.

a certain thrust had him pushing up right against your g-spot, a broken gasp leaving your lips as your hand shot out to the sides, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back. soobin caught on quickly, rolling his hips up against the same spot, “right there?”

“yes, yes, please, oh my god,” you babbled, trying your best to hold the sounds threatening to push past your lips in. he picked up his pace more, hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. you felt your high growing quickly, the band getting ready to snap.

“soobin, i’m close,” you whined, his hand immediately coming down to rub circles on your clit. the added stimulation pushed you even closer to the edge, your eyes clenching shut.

“me too, baby. gonna stuff you full of my cum,” he groaned out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared the edge, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“pleeease, i need it. need your cum,” you whine, your hands pulling at the sheets harder as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter, “i’m gonna cum- soob!”

he sped up his thrusts, rubbing harder at your clit, “cum for me.”

his words pushed you over the edge, your toes clenching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm exploded, your release gushing all over his cock. your pussy clenched tightly around him, making it harder for soobin to move as he groaned, watching how your face contorted as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck, baby. squeezing me so tight. i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” his voice was strangled and shaky, his hips slamming against yours as he shot his cum inside you, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. he rocked his hips slowly against yours, helping the two of you ride out your highs.

your breathing slowed down as your body relaxed into the sheets, trying to process what had just happened. his forehead dropped against yours softly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before releasing your legs, them instantly falling down by your sides.

“hey,” he whispered against your lips, a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands came up to your face, pressing another kiss to your lips before he continued, “want you to ride me.”

your eyes snapped open, staring into his eyes with an exasperated look, “soobin, i’ve come three times already. i can’t do another one.”

“oh, but i think you can,” he smiled, looking out the window before turning back to you, “besides, it’s still thundering outside.”

you couldn’t even get an answer out before he was flipping the two of you over, a gasp leaving your mouth as your hands shot out to his chest to steady yourself. the new position had him hitting different spots inside you, your pussy clenching around his hardening cock.

a corner of his lip lifted, his hand slapping your ass lightly, “turn around for me, baby.”

you obliged, pulling off of him with shaky legs as you both winced at the feeling as you moved your body, positioning yourself over him once again. you were trying to ignore the soreness in your legs, grabbing his now hard dick and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down.

you bit your lip hard, holding back the moan of pleasure, a small whimper slipping out instead. “fuck, soobin,” you whined, your head dropping to your chest as you continued to lower yourself, finally feeling him bottom out.

“just like that, doing so good for me, hm?” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he helped guide your movements, your mouth falling open at the new feeling. you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, your hands steadying themselves on his thighs, helping you move quicker as you bit back moans and cries.

your legs were stinging, threatening to give out on you as you tried to keep going and push yourself through the pain. it didn’t work, your legs dropping down as you took a deep breath. you tried to lift yourself up again, but soobin’s hands held you in place.

“relax,” he murmured quietly, bending his knees and pushing his feet into the mattress, his hips thrusting up into yours and immediately setting a brutal pace. you couldn’t fight the loud cry that left your lips, one of your hands slapping up to your mouth as you tried your best to muffle the desperate sounds leaving you.

he was so deep, hitting you in places that had tears welling up in your eyes, your hand gripping onto his thigh like a lifeline. “too much!” you cried, the hand on your mouth dropping down to his other thigh to hold yourself in place.

one of his hands moved from your hip, slowly sliding up the rest of your body before he reached your neck, grabbing your chin and angling your head up towards the ceiling. “look at yourself, baby. how good you’re taking me,” he spoke gruffly, voice consumed by lust.

your fucked-our face was staring back at you, teary eyes and mouth hung open, soobin’s hand holding your chin and his hips pistoning up into yours. his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pulled between his teeth as he watched the way you sucked him in. you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you at the lewd sight.

it was like a dam broke. all the moans and whimpers you had been holding in were slipping past your lips as the tears that had been welling up in your eyes spilled over. he angled his hips just right, thrusting up against your g-spot again as a loud cry left you. you didn’t even have to tell him at this point, he knew. he kept the angle, repeatedly hitting the same spot that made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

he chuckled quietly behind you, his voice strangled as he spoke, “you want hueningkai to know how good i’m fucking you?” you clenched tightly around him at his words, a whimper leaving your lips. you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again, “you liked that, didn’t you? dirty girl.”

“yes, w-want everyone to know- need you,” you stammered out, your voice shaky and cut off with moans. you were nearing the edge for the fourth time that night, loud, unabashed moans leaving your lips as your hands pushed harder against his thighs, trying to ground yourself somehow.

you were so far gone at this point, only caring about the pleasure coursing through you. you felt like you were in a different dimension. you were so close to tipping over the edge, your cunt beginning to clench around soobin as you cried out.

“you close, baby?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. he doubled down on his efforts, thrusting into you faster, if that was even possible at this point.

“please- please.. need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum, soobin, please, want you to fill me up!” you pleaded, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes clenched shut. you were so close to falling over the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more, so close to snapping, so close to-

your vision went white, your mouth falling open as a cry left you as your cunt spasmed wildly around him. it was euphoric, your body twitching and spasming as he held you in place, beginning to chase his own high. you could do nothing besides take it, whimpers and cries leaving your lips as the pleasure morphed into pain.

“i’m almost there baby, fuck, just-“ he started, his thrusts sloppy and quick as he neared the edge, “i’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck”

you watched his face with bleary eyes when he came, the reflection dark and hard to make out. his eyebrows were squinted closed and his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth hung open as he filled you up, pulling you down as hard as he could, hot white seed filing you to the brim and spilling out from being so stuffed.

his grip on you loosened, pulling you back against his chest. the position was uncomfortable, your legs and back bent at a weird angle, but you were too far gone to think about that right now. he smiled at your pliantness, adjusting your legs for you the best he could, pulling himself out of you slowly.

you whined at the sting, his hand stroking your arm as he whispered, “it’s okay, just relax, alright?” you nodded, soobin sliding himself out from underneath you so he was next to you, turning on his side and facing you.

“hey,” he mumbled with a smile, watching as you turned your head to meet his eyes with a shy smile.

“hi,” you giggled, your voice hoarse and sleepy.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly, biting his lip as he averted his vision.

your eyes widened slightly, turning your body fully to face him as you responded, “you have?”

“yeah,” he said, a small laugh leaving his lips as he looked back at you, “i’ve wanted you since we became friends. i just didn’t wanna make things awkward. but you would always give me these looks and i couldn’t tell if you liked me or not. tonight i just.. i couldn't help myself, i guess.”

your mouth fell open slightly, a smile forming on your lips as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ve always been yours, soobin.”

his eyes lit up, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lips back against his. this kiss was different from the others. it was sweet, full of emotion and untold feelings that had finally come to surface.

he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke, “let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” as you nodded along to his words, the rain pouring outside the window as the storm raged on, one thought circulated through your mind.

maybe thunder wasn’t so bad after all.

oh, and how you were going to explain this to hueningkai in the morning.

eeee i hope u like it!!

[majinbangus]

Not being used to the princess treatment or being taken care of. You're not one to rely on others, so when you get in a relationship with Soap, you don't realize how independent you are, relying on yourself to do things, not going to him for emotional needs. Sometimes, even taking care of physical ones on your own because you don't want to bother him or seem clingy.

He gets upset, naturally.

You don't let him open doors for you, nor do you let him pull out your chair at the dinner table. If you're sick, you insist on sleeping in the guest bedroom and taking care of yourself until the illness has passed. When you're on your period, he's excited to give you anything you need, but then you don't ask him for ice cream, or chocolate, you don't even ask for cuddles??

Not to forget the times when you didn't wake him up to help take care of you because you didn't want to 'disturb his sleep'. Fuck his sleep, he could've gotten that later, he would've loved to have a sleepy fuck with you. It almost feels like a betrayal that you snuck away to the guest room to get yourself off. If you'd asked, he would've happily taken care of you.

He needs to feel needed. Needs you to need him. Wants you to need him. Has he not shown you that he can provide? That he can take care of you?

But then think about finally giving in, and slowly letting him take care of you. He breaks down your walls, coaxes you into accepting his help, spoils you with affection. Peeling away that hard shell, and revealing that soft underbelly that didn't know how much it wanted and needed to be treated so sweetly.

It's a process, but Soap will get you used to the princess treatment. You don't have to be so strong all the time. He'll give you what you need if you give him the chance.

("I just don't want to be needy."

"Hen, I'd give anything for you to be needy. Let me take care of you.")

[h0onviv]

that hee thought of big hee who has to spread your lips I NEED THAT

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 notes: hehe I’m glad I’m not the only one bc heesueng has been bias wrecking me so bad rn ! Hope you like it babez (*o*) wanna thank my bbg @emisluvr for the help 🙂‍↕️ ! I feel like everyone loves a big dick heesuengie. PLEASE INTERACT WITH MY WORKS IF YOU LIKE THEM

۶•ৎ warnings ¡ BIGDICK HEE slight size kink, reader cries heesueng finds it hot….kinda cervix fucking? non established relationship, hee lowkey mean but… WE LOVE MEAN HEE SO WE CHEERED! I think that’s it.

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“Come on baby just a bit more”

You feel your heart in your throat and head empty, who knew heesueng has a monster cock? He never looked the type and if you’re being honest he kinda looked like a virgin. He promised just once— once and he’ll never ask again. It’s been so long since he’s had sex, he can’t help but be frustrated ! He was so straightforward with what he wanted and you knew, what heesueng wants, heesueng gets. You can feel him in your stomach and he hasn’t even moved yet, he’s only halfway in when your eyes start to water from the intensity, your hands go to grab at his biceps that rest on your waist trying to ground yourself when he starts going even deeper. Is that even possible? You can’t even think straight. He shuts his eyes and flares nose, you’re so tight gosh how is he gonna fit all the way in? Sweat is dribbling down his body, when he focuses on just the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock he might just cum on the spot. He’s so close, so close to fitting all the way in when you feel his tip grazing your cervix. He puts his hands in the back of your knees and pushes them towards your chest, he has to fit all the way in he has to—how else is he gonna be able to fuck you? Your whimpers and moans only urge him to go deeper. It’s not just him who wants this, you want this too he thinks to himself, the tears is because you’ve never has a cock this big you don’t want him to actually stop right? Yeah, that’s right. “Stay like this” he mumbles out while he removes his hands from the back of your knees to bring both his thumbs to each side of your tight hole, and spreads them apart even further. His eyes rolls back at the sight of your pussy sucking him in, your breath hitching as he inches himself closer. His thumbs dig into your the sides of your hole and he forces himself even deeper inside. He feels your pussy clenching him harder the more he goes in “agh..fu-fuck” you whimper at the loss when he reels back just to push more in, his thumbs still digging into you skin, sloppy thrusts and squeaking bed filling the room. “Ahh—mmpf” he lowers himself to kiss your lips, tongue poking your top lips before he shoves it in your mouth. “There you go baby…there you gooo” he whispers in your ear, his cock filling hitting your g-spot painfully good “f-fuck !tightest pussy I’ve had” he chuckles to himself when he sees you wince in pain while he spreads your pussy even more to accommodate his huge cock. He might have to break his promise because this is not the last time he’ll be fucking you.

[supine-ly]

Kim dokja somehow won the custody battle (he fully expected Yjh to win) and he doesnt know how to proceed.

[salemmoncler]

katsuki bakugou LOVES doing your lip liner.

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he's got you sat up on the bathroom sink, snugged in between your thighs with a nyx lip liner pencil in the shade “dark brown” in his hand and your chocolate brown fenty gloss on the counter.

“don't fuck my lips up ki’ they're my best feature.” you pout your plump lips at him.

he scoffs, “whatever, I know what m’doin-” he gently starts to trace over the outline of your slightly dry lips, just so the liner would apply better.

he’s so memorized by you. he loves your pretty face, every single feature. your cute nose, plump and full lips, your dark brown eyes—he loves it all.

“y’so pretty, baby..” he whispers as he finishes your bottom lip, reaching for the gloss.

“aw, katsuki, you think im pretty?” you smile at him, already knowing that he does.

he scoffs at you and mumbles a little “duh” under his breath. he opens up the gloss and applies it to your top lip, then eventually your bottom. he personally thinks he nailed that shit.

he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you off the sink so you could see yourself in the mirror. “see baby? i told you i was a fuckin professional.”

“okay, baby, i see you! you did good!” you’re cheesing so hard in the mirror because he did such a good job; he might’ve done a better job than you ever could.

you turn to face him to give him a kiss without realizing it would mess your lips up.

“y/n! you ruined my hard fuckin work,” he raises his voice a little in surprise.

“oops..” you whisper, staring at your lip combo on his lips.

“i guess we twinning now, baby.”

“please shut up,” he says with a smile. this man really loves you down, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

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[gildui]

mail order bride by @bi-writes + a shout out to the kitties who didn't quite make it past the sketching phase

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Meant To Be

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When you find yourself transported to the future, you begin to question if you were always meant to be here.

Disclaimer: Kinda open ended, platonic!Steve x reader, fluff, angst, Reader comes from the 40s, MJ scaring people, oblivious idiots, swearing, mentions of violence. Not Proof Read.

You groaned as you hit the solid ground. “Oh, I am gonna kill Howard.”

Coughing a little before rolling onto your front to try and stand, you took a look around you. 

“Where the fuck-”

As you brushed some dust from your skirt, a loud blaring alarm sounded overhead. You were quick to cover your ears before trying to find an exit. What was the wager that Howard had set something on fire again?

But before you could call out, the floor beneath you fell open and you went sliding down. A scream let itself out from your lungs, only stopping just before you landed and rolled onto a pristine white floor. 

“Jarvis, who is she?”

Once again, you groaned. You held your head, keeping your eyes closed. “For god’s sake, Howard. You know who I am. Don’t pull that bullshit with - ow - me.”

As you stood on your feet, you looked around you again. The whole room was white. Where the hell were you?

“Jarvis?”

You recognised the name, but not the voice that said his name. 

Slowly turning around, you started to realise where you were. It wasn’t like any you were used to but you were, in fact, in a cell. 

“I can’t seem to find an ID for her from this century.”

“This century?”

You looked through the glass. “Where’s Howard?”

The man looked right at you. “I ask the questions here.”

“Considering I’ve just landed who the fuck knows where, I’d say I’m the one who should be asking questions. How much did he pay you? Thirty, forty bucks?” 

“Forty bucks?”

The man seemed disgusted. 

“What? Keep Y/n distracted so he can run around town again? Just so you know, if I don’t kick his ass, Peggy will.”

“Stark! What the hell is going on?”

Tony watched as you lit up a little at the voice coming down the hall. 

“Steve?!” You called out. 

Tony had already been confused when he got an alert from Jarvis that someone had broken into the facility. Then he was confused even more when you asked for Howard. But now? Now he was more confused than ever. 

“Steve!? Oh, thank god. Tell this moron to let me out. Howard’s probably ten seconds away from setting the whole building on fire. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Tony turned to his side and took a long look at Steve. He looked…pale. Shocked, to say the least. Like someone had just stuck a knife into his heart and he was watching himself bleed out. 

“Y/n?”

“You know her?” Tony asked quietly. 

You laughed. “What? Did Howard pay you, too? Just so you know, once I’ve kicked his ass, I’m gonna have Peggy kick yours.”

Steve turned towards Tony with a slightly heated gaze. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. She just showed up here. Who is she?”

Reading the room, you took a few steps forward. Something told you that this wasn’t just a prank. “Steve, what’s going on?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

Steve felt the breath leave his lungs. “What…What year is it?”

You chuckled. This game again?

“1944.”

Steve couldn’t breathe. 

“Sir, though I’m not quite sure how it’s possible. I do believe this is Agent Y/n Y/l/n. Born in 1921, she went missing the summer before Sargent Barnes fell from the train.”

That sentence made you panic a little. “Okay, Jarvis! Howard, I get it. You can call it off now!”

“Call what off?” 

Steve ignored Tony for a few moments. “Y/n, I think you’re gonna wanna sit down.”

“Steve, what’s going on?”

“Tony, open the doors.”

He didn’t think twice and the glass door slid away and behind the panel, letting Steve inside. 

“Steve?”

He didn’t say anything. He just hugged you. Tight. Like he’d waited years to do so. So, you hugged him back. “Steve, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on? Where’s Howard? I swear to god if this is some-”

Steve leaned back and shook his head. “No, this isn’t…it’s not a joke.”

You stepped back a little and took in the two men in front of you. Although he wasn’t Howard, he did have a funny resemblance to him. And Steve…the last time you saw him…he’d been wearing his uniform. Not a blue button down and a pair of jeans. 

“You should probably come with us.”

Less than ten minutes later you were sitting in Tony’s lab. Some kind of floating projector showed different images and other things. All the while, you could feel Steve’s eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. 

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Being in the underground bunker. Howard’s testing some new chemical weapons. It’s meant to melt weaponry from the inside. Steve, what happened? Jarvis…s’voice…he said Bucky fell. Did we lose?”

Steve shook his head, taking your hand in his. “No. The war…we won the war. But…Hydra…they captured Bucky. We all thought…I thought he was dead. I thought you were dead.”

You couldn’t do anything else but laugh, though it wasn’t happy. “Steve, I was with you less than twenty minutes ago. And Howard-”

“Howard’s dead.”

“Tony.” Steve scolded. 

“What?”

You looked back at Steve, then at Tony. 

“Y/n, this is Tony. Howard’s son.”

You heard yourself gasp a little. But before you could understand what the hell was going on, the doors across the lab swung open. 

“Mr Stark! I’ve finally figured it out! If I just change the chemical- oh. Hello.”

You looked over at the young boy who couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen. 

“Y/n, this is Peter. Peter, this is-”

“Holy shit, you’re Y/n Y/l/n.”

Both Tony and Steve looked at Peter. “You know her?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, MJ goes on about her all the time. MJ’s my girlfriend, by the way and she thinks you're, like, super cool. But- hey. Wait a minute. How can you be here?”

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.”

“Mr Stark?”

Tony sighed. “Best we can figure is that my old man went wrong and somehow…”

“Invented time travel?” Peter finished. 

Tony nodded, as did you. 

“Sounds like Howard.”

“Maybe you should call Scott?”

“Why Scott?”

Peter shrugged. “I was gonna suggest Hank but I didn’t think you two are still talking since the burrito fiasco in the cafe the other week.”

Steve just looked at Tony and it took a few minutes but the Stark kid threw his head back before grumbling and pulling out his phone. “Fine.”

“He’s just like his dad,” Steve heard you whisper as you watched him walk away. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly, bringing your attention back to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy. Terrified. Angry. A little more dizzy.”

Steve just held your hand tighter. 

“Steve, I need you to tell me everything that happened because right now I have too many questions and…I don’t even know where to begin.”

Steve nodded understandably. You’d been missing for longer than he’d been in the ice. You’d become a part of some of the ghost stories with the walls of Shield. You’d become a small block of text in the Smithsonian since nobody knew anything else. 

Your name was one of the first that he searched for when he got out of the ice. If he can be left sleeping in the ice for seventy years, gods can wield magic hammers and aliens can fall from the sky, then surely you could still be alive somewhere, right?

But there had still been no trace of you. 

Until today when a loud rad alarm started to sound throughout the kitchen to alert whoever was left in the compound that someone had broken in. 

So, starting from the beginning, Steve told you as much as he could in the short time you had together. With Peter filling in a few gaps. 

Steve told you about when you went missing. How Howard has a black eye for three weeks since Peggy had hit him hard when she realised what he’d been making and didn’t think to use any safety precautions. One thing Howard knew for certain was that you weren’t dead. How he knew that, the others couldn’t figure. But it was easier to accept than thinking Howard Stark had just murdered one of his closest friends. 

Steve told you about when Bucky fell and when he went into the ice. He told you about the end of the war and him and Peggy. 

Peter told you about Tony and the little snippets he knew from what he’d been told. Peter accidently let slip that Bucky had been the one to murder Howard and his wife, Maria. 

Steve explained about the Winter Soldier programme and waking up in the ice. He told you about New York and The Avengers. Peter mentioned how he, too, was a Superhero. Steve explained about Natasha, Sam and Bucky. Peter mentioned bringing Bucky and Steve up to date with Star Wars and other movie franchises. 

Then Steve explained, briefly, about Wakanda and what Bucky had been through. 

Tears slipped from your eyes and Steve helped you wipe them away. “So…he’s…he’s alive?”

Steve nodded with a smile. “He’s alive.”

You felt yourself breathing again. Steve had only told you the key things about what happened to Bucky. You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain he went through, or the pain Steve went through realising he’d lost Peggy. 

Last you knew, Peggy and Steve were crushing hard on each other. You and Bucky had a bet running for how long it would take for Steve to finally ask her on a date. 

“Okay, he’s on his way. He doesn’t believe me, but I don't even believe it.” Tony announced as he walked back inside, pocketing his phone. 

“What happens now? What am I meant to do?”

Steve looked at Tony who just shrugged. “You stay here with us until we can get some kind of answer, I guess.”

You tilted your head at Steve. “I’m meant to be in the 40s. What the hell am I supposed to do whilst I’m here? Better yet, what the hell am I meant to do when I can go home? What, am I just not meant to tell you anything? Or Bucky for that matter? Oh, my god! Can I even get home?”

Steve placed his hands on your shoulders and led you back to your seat. “Okay, just sit down. Just breathe.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Blueberry?” Tony suddenly shoved a silver packet into your face. “They can help calm the nervous system.”

Tony didn’t say anything else. But he did unfurl your hand and place a packet in your palm. 

“Can I even get home?”

“Uhh…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you can get home. It’s do you go home?”

Everyone, including yourself, jumped. All except for Peter. 

“Jesus Christ,” you swore to yourself, holding onto your chest. 

“How the hell did you get in here?” Tony turned towards the curly haired girl standing beside Peter. 

“Peter texted me.”

Tony just stared at the girl. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Steve sighed. “She’s training with Nat and Laura, remember?”

That seemed to answer something. 

“See, that’s how you give me information.”

“Oh,” Peter jumped back into the conversation. “Agent Y/l/n?”

“Please, call me Y/n.”

“This is MJ, my girlfriend.”

You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile back. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Half an hour later, three people walked inside who were introduced to you as “Ant-Man, but not the original Ant-Man-.”, “Hope”, “She’s the Wasp.”, and “Hank Pym.”

“I believe you might be able to…help.”

Hank nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“What ‘we’ can do?”

“Why ‘we’?”

“It’s my lab, Pym.”

“And it’s my research, Stark.”

“I found her first.”

“But you called me, remember?”

The argument continued on for a few more minutes until finally you stood up. 

“Hey!” 

That shut them up. 

“I am not some lab rat that you’re gonna be poking needles into! I understand that I’m over seventy years out of my time, but I’m not some experiment. I’m human, alright?!”

Hope nudged MJ. “I like her.”

Hank and Tony seemed to come to a silent agreement. “Okay, how about we start with the basics?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Over the next few hours, you had your heart rate monitored, your blood pressure taken, your memory tested. You filled out multiple different medical forms. You told them everything you could about where and when you were born, what you did in the last week of your life in the 40s and was fed so many blueberries you were pretty sure your skin would turn the same colour. 

“MJ?”

As the boys messed with things on the other side of the lab, you took a seat beside the girl. 

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled. “I was hoping I might be able to talk to you.”

MJ nodded. “What about?”

“Earlier, when you said it’s more about do I get back…Peter mentioned you might know a few things about me, after I went missing.”

MJ nodded slowly. “I…might.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone anything. Whatever you know will stay between you and me.”

MJ nodded. “Okay.”

“Just…tell me everything?”

And she did. 

About the rumours, about the ghost stories. That’s all they were, but there was always a hint of truth in stories. Some people still looked for you, others believed you hadn’t ever existed at all. There was a lot of research done after your disappearance. What had caused it, where you could have gone. 

“Does this research still exist?”

“You’d have to ask Mr Stark about that one. Mostly it was his dad’s stuff. I only know because Agent Romanoff was helping me find references for a college paper.”

You smiled. “Thank you, MJ.”

That was when Jarvis, who wasn’t Javis, spoke. “Uh, Captain Rogers, sir. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson have returned.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.”

You looked over at Steve. 

“I’ll go and get him.”

You just nodded and watched as Steve jogged down the hall, out of the doors and towards the stairs. 

“Did you date?”

You turned back to MJ. “What?”

“You and Barnes? There were always rumours. And I’ve seen the footage.”

“Footage?”

“They still show clips in the Smithsonian. You know, like Steve keeping a picture of Peggy in his compass. I’ve seen some of you and Barnes.”

You could only nod, letting her know you’d heard what she said. 

Truth be told, you and Bucky hadn’t been dating. You were just friends. He’d save you a dance at every Hall. He was the one, besides Peggy, who you’d been closest to. On the days where all his confidence and charm would leave his body – mostly when he was geeking out at the technology fairs – you’d stick by his side and help him out. 

Some women he’d try and talk to, so you’d give him a push. But others…he was nice to them, but he just wanted some time alone. The war was a lot and with his own call-up looming, he just wanted some time. So, making sure he didn’t constantly bump into people, you’d both pretend you were on a date. It kept some girls away, and you and him had a great time. 

And despite your growing crush over the last few months…no, you weren’t dating. 

Your head kicked back into gear. “No. No, we weren’t dating. Just friends.”

MJ just gave you a look. You knew that look. Because it was the same look Peggy had given you three days ago when she cornered you in the girls bathroom after you excused yourself when one of the blonde agents waltzed her way over to talk to Bucky. 

Before your conversation could continue further, however, there were multiple sets of boots pounding on the floor. The noise was growing closer and closer. 

You stood up from your chair, standing directly in view of the glass doorway, your skirt swishing a little around your knees. 

And through the glass, you saw Bucky come to a halt. 

He just stared at you. 

He was in dark blue tactical gear, a man stood behind him with a jet pack attached to his back and Steve remained beside him. 

Bucky stood alone just staring at you. 

Then he started walking. 

Opening the door, your name fell from his lips before he ran towards you and you ran to him. 

Crashing in the middle, Bucky’s arms held your tightly almost crushing your bones. 

“Y/n,”

“James,” you felt yourself smile. 

“You’re alive?”

“Apparently.”

He just held you tighter. “I didn’t believe him. He told me…you were here and…you’re really here.”

Bucky felt himself laugh a little. He was stunned. To him, he hadn’t spoken to you in over seventy years, but he knew, to you, you and him had spoken that morning. 

He never forgot you. 

He never let himself forget you.

You meant too much to him. 

“I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but boy am I glad to see you.”

Bucky laughed again before leaning back to look at you. Instinctively, he held your face. Both of you had tears in your eyes but that didn’t matter. 

“God, you’re alive.”

Bucky hugged you again. 

“If you two love birds have finished, might we get back to work?” Hank called out. 

Scott nudged him and Hope slapped him across the head. Meanwhile, you remained fixed in Bucky’s arms. 

Hours and hours and hours of work later, you were sitting on your own since Bucky had left to go and get you something to eat. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Sam came and sat beside you. 

“Something tells me I don’t make it back home.”

“Maybe you’re not meant to.”

You just looked at Sam. And he took a breath before talking again. 

“First time I asked Bucky about his life before,” Sam started. “The first person he mentioned was you. You were close to him. And he was close to you. He told me losing you was one of the worst pains he ever suffered through. And when Steve mentioned your name today, I saw someone come back to life inside of him. A person even I haven’t seen in Bucky since that day when he first talked about you.”

You didn’t exactly know where Sam was going with his speech, so you just let him continue. 

“Maybe, for whatever reasons will help you rationalise this, you were meant to be here instead. With these two, but most importantly…” Sam just pointed to Bucky across the room who was handing out different lunch meals to everyone as Peter carried the tray. 

“Nothing is as I remember it.”

“Maybe you’re not as you remember.”

You just looked at Sam, puzzled. 

“Those two science nerds will probably have some big, elaborate explanation but, maybe you didn’t time travel. Maybe you just got stranded in time. Pushed through each year in order to get to this one. And, whenever you dropped-”

“Literally.”

“Into here…it was because you needed to. Because it was meant to be.”

You rolled your eyes a little and laughed. “Okay.”

Sam just chuckled and nudged you. 

Bucky eventually made his way over to you, just in time to hear Sam ask; “And if you’ve got any tips on how to tap into Mr White Wolf, I’ll take ‘em.”

Sam tapped Bucky on the arm as he passed him by, heading towards the food Steve was opening up at one of the tables. 

“It’s not ration food, but it’s the closest I could find to something familiar.” 

You smiled accepting the meal as Bucky sat beside you and ate his own with you. 

Looking around you, you took everyone in. The super soldiers, the humans, the ego filled scientists and the kids. And the longer you looked, the more it started to look familiar. 

Maybe a different room, maybe a different year. 

But it was still the same. 

Then Sam’s words echoed in your head. 

“Meant to be.”

A month later, you were still in the future. People were still looking for answers but the longer time pushed on, the more you began to realise maybe Sam was right. Maybe this was where you were meant to be. 

[zephyrchama]

A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.

Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."

"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.

Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"

"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."

Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.

"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"

Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.

The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."

"Why me!?"

"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."

"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.

"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.

"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."

"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."

Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."

"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.

"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.

"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"

"I don't need to. I'm in my room."

"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.

"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.

You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."

You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.

[snail-day]

You know how baby hair just does whatever it wants, sticking up in the wildest directions like it has no regard for the laws of physics? I just know Geto’s baby is coming out with a full head of thick, silky dark hair. No matter what hair type you have, his genes are winning, no question.

And oh my god, he’s so the type to do his babygirl’s hair every morning. He’d settle her on his lap, big hands incredibly gentle as he smooths down the unruly strands sticking up at odd angles. His touch would be so light, so careful, especially near her soft spot. It's truly a precious sight to see.

“Oh, is that cold? Daddy’s sorry,” he murmurs after spritzing just a little water, rubbing the tiniest circle on her head as if to soothe her. Tilting his head, thoughtful, his fingers ghosting over her silky strands. “Hmm, what should we do today, princess? Just a little clip? Maybe tiny pigtails?”

She doesn’t care, of course, just babbles happily, staring up at him with big, trusting eyes, reaching clumsily for his thick fingers. And he just chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, already so completely wrapped around her little finger.

God, he’s such a girl dad. It’s ridiculous.

Here is the TikTok link if you need it!

[azrael-merania-raelo]

Ship : Mary x scared!male!reader

Video : Rainbow Friends in real life

Word Count : 3.3k

Everyone was on the bus cheering the same two words. "Odd world! Odd world! Odd world! Odd world!" Even Y/N found himself joining in—an unusual sight, considering his fear of new things, especially theme parks. But the energy was infectious, spreading through the bus like wildfire, and before he knew it, he was chanting along. He sat next to Mary, the one person who made his stomach flip for reasons that had nothing to do with roller coasters. He told himself it was just a slight crush. (It wasn’t. He was absolutely, hopelessly in love.) But that didn’t matter right now. The two chatted about what they planned to do once they arrived. Mary excitedly listed rides, and Y/N, unable to say no, agreed to some he already knew he’d conveniently "forget" about later. He felt a little guilty, but could he really refuse? No. No, he could not. They then got off the bus with everyone still cheering. "Odd world! Odd world! Odd world!"

The cheering died down as they stepped into a dimly lit room with dark walls. The shift in atmosphere was instant—excitement fading into confusion. Y/N's brow furrowed. This wasn't Odd World. "This is Odd World?" Judah, one of Mary's many brothers, asked confused. "Looks kinda different." Judah added. Y/N flinched and instinctively half-leapt into someone's arms. A steady embrace caught him, holding him comfortingly. They watched as Micah ran to check the door they came through and his heart raced as Micah found it was locked. "It's locked!" Micah called to the rest of the group. Silence settled over the group. Then, in typical Judah fashion, he suddenly cheered, throwing his hands up. "Woo hoo! We're locked in Odd World!" The outburst startled Y/N so much that he buried himself further into the arms holding him. The person squeezed him tighter, offering silent reassurance. "This isn't Odd World." Britney said in response to Judah's cheers. Judah’s excitement immediately deflated. "Oh, we're in trouble." Y/N paused as the person who was hugging him head rested on his shoulder. He turned to see Mary. His already racing heart somehow sped up. Face burning, he quickly looked away, but he didn’t pull away.

A burst of static crackled through the room, making everyone look up. The old TV in the corner flickered to life on its own. A black silhouette appeared on the screen. "Welcome. I need your help. My blocks fell over. All you have to do is find them and put them back." The screen flickered, showing an empty stage—the same one Y/N now realized was right in front of them. Another wave of static, then the silhouette returned. "Take a box to hide in. You'll need it to survive. Good luck." The TV static appeared once more before the screen turned black. A tense silence hung in the air until Elijah’s voice broke it, high-pitched and shaky. "Survive? Survive what. Did someone hear what he said? Can someone rewind? Did you guys catch that?" He seemed to be as scared as Y/N. Y/N’s hands felt clammy. His heart pounded as the others rushed forward, scrambling for boxes. He wanted to move—he really did—but Mary’s warmth was still fresh against him, anchoring him in place. A part of him didn’t want to leave her embrace just yet. His conflict was answered when Mary pulled away from him and grabbed two boxes, handing one to him, he smiled and thanked her. Without hesitation, she took his hand and led him out of the room.

The two ran hand in hand, Y/N’s breath coming in short, quick gasps. Over the pounding of his heart, he heard Shiloh call out. He tugged on Mary’s hand, signaling her to stop. "We have to get the blocks in order to get out of here!" Shiloh shouted as everyone passed her. "Hey, guys!" Judah called and Y/N turned to see him open the box and hide in it. "These boxes unfold!" Judah continued. He laughed. "Ha! I'm a box!" Y/N tilted his head, confused, until he felt Mary’s hand slip from his grasp. He turned to find her ducking into her own box. He looked up and saw everyone but himself and Shiloh hidden in their boxes. They all chanted "Box!" over and over again. Y/N and Shiloh exchanged a long, exhausted look before sighing in unison. This was ridiculous. Y/N grabbed Mary’s box, lifted it off her, and took her hand, dragging her forward. He might be scared—extremely scared—but come on. What could possibly be so bad here?

The two explored the place, searching for blocks. Mary found a block and grabbed it but they paused when they heard "Chandler has been found." get called over hidden speakers. Y/N and Mary turned slowly to look at each other. "Found? Found by what?" Mary questioned. The TV static sound appeared and they watched the TV to see Chandler walk into a dimly lit room. They all crowded around the TV. "Whoa, he's trapped somewhere." Micah exclaimed. "Chandler, can you hear us?" Judah called out, though it was clear there was no way for Chandler to respond. "I don't think he knows we can see him." Carie concluded. That theory was immediately confirmed when Chandler casually scratched his butt… then sniffed his finger. A collective grimace spread through the group and Y/N scrunched his nose in disgust. "Yeah, he definitely doesn't know we can see him." Judah deadpanned. At that, everyone wordlessly decided to go their separate ways. Except for Mary and Y/N. They stuck together.

Y/N and Mary walked side by side, their eyes scanning the dim corridors for more blocks. The eerie silence pressed against them, broken only by the occasional drip of water from unseen pipes and the soft shuffle of their own footsteps. Y/N spotted a block tucked beneath a bench and quickly grabbed it. "Got one." he murmured, lifting it for Mary to see. She nodded. "Let's get it to the stage." They turned back toward the direction they came, moving cautiously. The air felt heavier now, like the building itself was watching them. Y/N tried to shake the feeling, but then— A mechanical sound echoed through the space. The two stopped in their tracks. "Is that what got Chandler?" He questioned. Mary’s wide eyes met his. They didn’t wait to find out. Without a word, they turned and bolted, abandoning the stage and sprinting into the unknown.

Y/N and Mary skidded to a stop when they spotted Shiloh standing motionless, her gaze fixed on the wall. Y/N followed her stare and noticed a sequence of colours painted on the wall—bright, vivid, and arranged in a particular order. Something about them felt… deliberate. He tilted his head. The same colours in the same order were also by the stage as circles on the floor. He narrowed his eyes, what was so important about them? Without a word, Shiloh ran away, leaving Y/N and Mary. 

The duo continued to travel on their own. "Where is everyone else?" Y/N muttered, glancing around uneasily. They had been walking for at least ten minutes, yet there was no sign of the others. No distant voices. No hurried footsteps. Just the unsettling quiet of a theme park that should have been filled with laughter and life—but wasn’t. Mary didn’t answer. She just gripped his hand a little tighter. They froze as they heard screams. A moment later, the robotic voice returned.  "Carie has been found." Y/N shivered. "Oh, I don't like that." Mary nodded in agreement.

The two went to the stage to see Daniel put the last block on the pile. The power went off and Y/N immediately backed into Mary, who held his hand comfortingly. Static crackled through the speakers before the robotic voice returned."Thanks. Hopefully Blue didn't get too many of you." Y/N furrowed his brows, Blue, who was Blue? "Get some rest. You'll need it." Y/N relaxed slightly. He jumped as Judah jumped in excitement. "Yay! Nap time!" Judah exclaimed and he had begun to walk away until. "Time's up." Y/N rolled his eyes. He should've known, honestly. "Sounds like Green is awake. I think he knows you're in there. No need to worry about him though. He's blind. How can he catch you if he can't see you?" A spotlight appeared behind them, making Y/N jump. "Collect the kibble." They turned to the spotlight. "Aww, they have a puppy!" Josiah said, voice filled with excitement. "What about this place makes you think they have a normal pet?" Elijah deadpanned. And with that, they all ran away. 

The two ran together once again. From the moment this nightmare started, they hadn’t split up once. They searched for the bags of kibble, but progress was slow. Staying together wasn’t efficient—but Y/N refused to split up. "Y/N, it's gonna take us ages if we don't." Mary said but Y/N still ignored it. "But that's how most people die in horror movies!" He protested, he had said it multiple times as it was his own argument against Mary's idea. Mary sighed but didn’t push it further. They soon found Micah, who joined them, making their duo a trio. "Now, all we have to deal with is Green!" Micah said in an attempt to reassure Y/N. It was no secret that he was terrified of… well, a lot of things. Micah opened a door to see Blue behind it. So that was Blue. "Mother.." Micah said as he turned back in disappointment and was thrown out. Y/N stepped backwards in fear as Mary dragged him away. They heard the familiar "Micah has been found." ring out from the speakers in the robotic voice. They were looking for more kibble when they heard. "Josiah has been found." People were getting found quicker and this only terrified Y/N even more.

Y/N watched from his small hiding place as the others remained tucked away in their boxes. He wanted to do the same but he knew Green could get them if he just stayed in his box. He saw Shiloh walk in. "What are you guys doing in here?" Shiloh questioned. Mary responded, not even getting out of her box. "If we hide in this room and we never come out of the boxes, the monsters can't find us!" They all laughed as Y/N reluctantly got out of his hiding place to be met with a disapproving glare from Shiloh. "It's scary!" He argued. Shiloh rolled her eyes and turned to those in the boxes. "Then you'll never get out!" Shiloh said. Silence. It was a solid argument. "Fine." and Britney grumble "All right." And they got out of their boxes. "We have to collect the kibble that way we can get out of here." Shiloh explained and Elijah jumped out, scaring those who were in the boxes and Y/N. They all hid in the boxes, except for Y/N who jumped behind Shiloh despite being taller than her. "I found some kibble!" He exclaimed. 

He watched as Elijah tipped the last kibble and... "Nancy has been found." He grimaced. "Oh, I still don't like that." The others murmured agreements. It was very creepy. The power went off once again and he visibly jumped into Mary. The TV static was heard and they crowded around the TV. "That's a surprise. Orange left his cave. Maybe he smelled the food." Y/N yelped as they heard thumping coming from a different room. "This is the last task. After you fix my machine, I'll show you why you're really here. Hmm... Why did the vents start leaking? Find the fuses." The light thudded on behind them, scaring Y/N. Daniel threw his hands up. "Really? You couldn't just tell us right now. I get the feeling this guy might be hiding something." He crossed his arms, unimpressed. Y/N, however, was too busy panicking to argue.

Y/N finally agreed to split up with Mary but instead of going on his own, he walked to Shiloh and Elijah. "Can I go with you guys?" They both smiled and nodded. The trio ran together, "The first two tests weren't real. He was testing us, preparing us for something." Shiloh said as Elijah continued. "Is the machine why he brought us here?" They paused and Shiloh turned to Y/N and Elijah. "There seems to be clues hidden around the place. Let's find them." Before Y/N could respond, Shiloh and Elijah took off in opposite directions, leaving him standing alone. He swallowed hard. Glancing around, his eyes landed on the familiar coloured circles on the floor. He frowned. What was it about those colours? His eyes widened in realization. The rainbow friends. These were the colours and the order they arrived. So... Why was Red first? "Britney has been found." Y/N flinched, heart hammering as he whipped around, searching the shadows. Silence. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. Maybe he could just stay here...? No. He had to keep moving. 

He walked into an enclosed room with paper stuck everywhere. "Lore..." He breathed out. He flitted from paper to paper, quickly reading what was written, this could help them a lot. He then stopped at the computer after spotting an article. "They didn't want us to leave..." He echoed the newspaper article. "They all symbolize something. Blue is strength, green touch, orange speed and purple is stealth. So what's red?" Y/N murmured to himself as he began typing on the keyboard. He wasn't good at many things, but luckily coding was one of them. He hacked into the private stream, where he could see the cameras and... "Oh my god..." It was him. Red wasn’t just another creature. Red was behind everything. Red was brains. He was so distracted that he didn't realize the last fuse had been found. From the cameras he hacked into, he could see and hear Red talking, but this time, he didn't see the black silhouette. And for the first time, Y/N heard Red speak—not through the robotic filter, but clearly. Plainly. "Finally. Wait, what's going on? That shouldn't be happening!" What? What shouldn't be happening? Then—  the generators shut down. A reboot system began. The feed cut out. Red was gone. "No! No, no, no, no!" He was gone. Y/N frantically slammed the keyboard, but it was useless. He was alone. Where were the others?

He walked out to see flashlights and he hid. Was that them? He didn't know. Did they even notice he was gone? He panicked. He was on his own now. He had to do this himself. "Daniel has been found." He looked up. It wasn't as scary anymore. He could do this. He had to do this. For Mary, for everyone. "Mary has been found." He frowned. It was more urgent now. They depended on him. He walked through the dark, aware of every small sound. He was on high alert. Did Red even know he was still alive? And then—a plan began to form. Slowly, a smirk crept onto his face. If Red had thought he had won—he was wrong. Because Y/N was still here. And he was going to end this. 

He smirked. The Rainbow Friends were used to trap people. They could trap anyone. They could trap Red. He raced away, all he needed to find out was where Red was hiding. "Cole has been found." He ignored the voice, it didn't scare him. It didn't even faze him. He couldn't be scared anymore. This was on him. He had to overcome his fear. "Elijah has been found." And it was now four. He raced forward, wind whipping against his face, he searched and searched until... "Back in business." He froze with wide eyes. That wasn't coming from the speakers. He tiptoed to a door. "Thanks for turning the power back on." It was coming from behind the door. He had found Red. Y/N smirked. The plan was in motion. That was it—he had everything he needed. The odds were stacked in his favour now. He had to act fast. Y/N pulled away from the door, his mind already racing through the steps of his plan. The Rainbow Friends were his weapon now. If he could control them, manipulate them, use them against Red—The sound of his breath was loud in his ears, but he pushed it aside. He had to stay focused. It was now or never. He darted down the hall, moving with the practiced silence of someone who had learned to disappear into shadows. He knew the layout of the park now, better than anyone. The creatures’ routines and patterns were predictable, and that was the key. He couldn’t just trap Red—he had to trap the creatures too. The plan was simple: Lead the Rainbow Friends to Red. They were the ones who could do the real damage. Y/N only needed to guide them. The problem was, they weren't easy to find. Blue’s constant search for sound, Green’s dangerous, tactile grip, Orange’s speed… They were scattered, roaming freely, constantly shifting. But Y/N had a weapon—his knowledge. And he was about to use it. He continued his search, determined, his mind racing through every possibility.

He was so close until... "Come on! I found another exit!" He paused to see Shiloh leading the others out, the Rainbow Friends close behind them. His eyes widened and he raced forward. "Guys!" He called out. "Y/N?!" He laughed, they had found a way out, he ran and was about to slide under but... They were too close. He couldn't make it under without them getting the others. He frowned. "Come back and find me, okay?" He smiled softly as the others panicked. "Y/N?! What are you-" They were cut off as he slid the object that was holding the garage-like door up and it thudded shut. He could hear them banging on the door, their muffled shouts. He ignored them and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He heard footsteps and he opened his eyes to be met face to face with Red. "I warned you. There is no escaping Odd World. Not for you. Not for anyone." Y/N stood tall, despite the fear threatening to overwhelm him. He wasn’t done yet. He’d been pushed to the edge, but he wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not ever. "Then I guess I’ll have to prove you wrong," Y/N said, his voice steady, a fire burning in his chest. Just as he said that, the ground beneath him trembled slightly—a faint, unsettling tremor. Red smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, you will... In time." Y/N didn’t have time to think about it. He took a deep breath and did the thing he was best at. Run. He ran. He could survive this. 

[lxvvie]

Simon and Kyle who worships your pretty pussy 'til you love them, makes you feel so fuckin' good, shares a three-way kiss with it, and makes you say their fuckin' names every time you cum and soak the sheets.

Simon and Kyle who makes you taste yourself on their tongues, makes you taste their cunt, and makes you tell them who you belong to.

"Say our fucking names, sweetheart."

[kaisentine]

turning your back on itoshi rin even just for a second is the biggest death wish you’ll ever have.

not because his intention is to kill you ( maybe it is, i don’t know ) but because when you turn back to look at him, he’s right behind you—standing tall and looking down at you like a mad man and it scares you so much you feel like you were one more heartbeat away from a heart attack.

especially by how little sound he made creeping up towards you, you didn’t know he was right there until you looked back. honestly, rin is just unnerving in general, from the fact you’ve never seen him cry—like at all—or the way he’s as stiff as a board whenever you try to hug him, or maybe it was because he downs horror related things like water.

. . . but right now, his unfazed expression is going to send you into the gutters of hell. if you could pick a super-power at this very moment, it would be the ability to slide passed these damn floors so you don’t have to deal with this.

“oh, rin . . ! when did you get here . . ?” you’re a nervous wreck who may or may not be sweating balls. “since you turned your back.” he says—okay so he’s been there for like 2 seconds at this point—is that humanely possible? unless he’s some kind of monster who runs a block per second. you slowly nod, looking at his bottom lashes instead of his eyes. “you look nervous.” he blurts out because you’re obviously unsettled—eyes shaky, voice shaky, oh and your body is shaking against his—it’s annoying him.

thanks, mr. obvious. does he really not get that sneaking up behind people is absolutely horrifying? is he trying to star in a horror movie?

this man is a walking jumpscare.

sticky note. hey ya’ll . . . will u be my kaisentines? 🥰