#scared reader

[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

[romanestuffsposts]

I remember really liking "Don't be scared", I hope you can post it again somehow!

Hi there love! 💜

It took me so much time to write it the first time but it was one of my favorite. It's not the exact same as the first one but I tried my best

(Also, I hope it's this fanfic because I'm not sure 'don't be scared' was this one ahhahah)

Anyways, Enjoy <3

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Warnings : cries, employers bully little!reader, little reader pee on herself, angry daddies, scared reader

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : You go to work with your daddies but things don't go well.

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A hand is wondering around your back while another one is running on your arm. You open an eye and see your Papa looking down at you smiling "Hi there, sweetness" he says "Are you ready to get up ?"

You groan and hide your face in your pillow "too eawly" you mumble and your Daddy chuckles "It's earliy, yes, but we have a big day already planned. We can't be late" he says and you peer up at him "What plan ?"

He looks up at his husband with a grin. You always ask to go to work with them but neither of them want. It's a dangerous world there and they want to keep you as far from it as possible. However, today is your lucky day. They were supposed to stay home when unfortunaly they got a call from possible future investors. They want to have a meeting today while they're in town

Bucky quickly disagree with Steve when he proposed to take you with them. It means leaving you alone for a long time in their office while they’re doing business and he doesn't want you to feel abandonned. He's scared that you’ll lose yourself in the big building when you are looking for water or something

Steve is good at persuade people, it's his job after all so somehow he persuaded Bucky to say yes, which he did. So here they are, waking you up on a sunny sunday

"We're going on a little tripe and you come with us" he smiles and you frowns "what tripe ?"

"How about," you Papa starts. You turn your head to him "How about you come to work with us for the afternoon. After that we can go to the restaurant for kids you like so much"

You gasp and quickly stand up from your bed "What awe we waiting fow ? Business is waiting fow us" You say running everywhere to look for your best professional outfit

Bucky looks at his husband after watching you with a loving smile "are you sure about that ?"

Steve nods "Nothing will happen, Buck. Everything will be fine" he reassures his husband

Well, not everything...

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"Here, drink a little, baby" Bucky says as he gives you a bottle of water. You take it from him and rest your back against your Papa's chest. His hands are caressing your full belly and you sigh in contentement.

"the pasta were good ?" Your Papa asks from behind and you nod "vewy good, shank you" you say after swallowing the water. Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead "you're welcome, little one"

Steve looks at his watch and sighs "it's time for us to go, sweetness. Will you be okay ?" he asks peering down at you. You look up at him with sad eyes "do you have to go now ?" you ask and your Papa nods "yes, baby. We have important meetings. We talked about it, do you remember ?"

You nod and he smiles "but while we are working, you can sit on this seat," he says lifting you up and resting you on his huge seat " and watch as many movies or cartoons you want on the computer" he says kneeling infront of you

Your eyes widen and you gasp "even if it's more than one ?" Bucky chuckles from behind Steve and nods "even if it's more than one hundred" He smiles down at you and you giggle from happiness

Steve kisses your nose and stands up. You watch as your daddies put on their expensive black suits who hide their tattoos. Bucky puts on his gold watch while Steve adjusts his tie.

Bucky kisses your forehead and they are now out of the big office. You happily open the computer and start watching all the movies and cartoons you want.

After two hours of screen, your eyes are getting tired and it almost hurt to look at the computer. You get up from the seat and walk around the room to give your legs the time to woke up. Once you feel okay about walking, you step out of the office and walk down the hallway, trying to find the bathroom

"Hi, can I help you ?"

You turn around in a quick movement, shocked to hear someone talking to you but your shocked face change into a smily one when you see a sweet tall woman looking down at you "are you looking for someone ?" she asks and you shakes your head "are you looking for a room ?" she asks and you nods your head. "Are you looking for a bathroom or an office or maybe an elevator ?"

You nod when she says the word 'bathroom'. She smiles "you're looking for a bathroom ?" she asks to be sure and once again, you nod "it's down the hall, the last door to your left" she says pointing down the hallway

You look up at her "what's your name" you quietly ask and she smiles "My name is Megan, and you ? What's your name ?" Her long blond hair fall infront of her face when she looks down at you

"My name is Y/N but my daddies call me by little names and I like it better" you quietly say before walking to the way she told you without letting her time to answer

She looks at you with a smile before going back to work. She keeps walking her way to the meeting room where she's met with many intimatiding men around a table. She gives each of them the folds they need for the meeting before walking out of the room as discreetly as she came in

You walk down the hallway until you find the last door. You open it quickly, praying to go in a toilet soon. You freeze when you look up after closing the door. Two men are looking down at you while peeing. You probably cut their conversation short when you walked in. You turn around and are about to open the door when one of them talk "not so fast"

You listen like your daddies told you and turn back around making the other laugh "did she really listened to you ?"

"She sure did" he smirks turning around. You gasp when you see their bottom and quickly look up at their eyes. Your daddies are jealous so if they learn you saw the bottom of some strangers, they won't be happy with you and the last thing you want is to be in trouble

"What's your name ?" He asks eyeing you. You feel uncomfortable. They make you feel uncomfortable. The way they look at you, the way they talk to you, their voices. All of that alert you that you aren't in a safe place right now

But you can't go away. They told you to stay and your daddies don't like it when you don't listen to the orders who are told to you. You learn to be a good and obedient girl so if they learn you didn't listen and you saw their bottom, it's your bottom who will be red like blood tonight

"He asked you a question" the other one say through his teeth. They start walking toward you so you start walking backward. Their smirk is nothing like your daddies's. Theirs are sweet, playful, teasing. They wore their smirk when they're going to tease you and play with you, when they want to make you laugh.

The smirks of those men are everything but that. Theirs are scary, mean, vicious. There are much more words to describe it but you don't know all of them. It's just give you an uncomfortable and scary feeling

"let's try something else" he says "what's your name ?" Your back hit de door and you gasp knowing that you're trap now. Your eyes don't leave them, you watch every steps they make, every breath they take, every movements their eyes and mouths are doing.

You gasp once more time when a fist is slamming against your cheek causing you to lose your balance. Your hands are trembling and your laying still on the floor, you’re too scared to move or even cry

You close your eyes and fight the tears. Your ears are concentrated on the laughters who become more silent as the men walk away from the now quiet bathroom. You flinch when the door close behind you and that’s only when you start crawling to one of the cabinet, letting your cries out

Now you let go, you let go everything you were holding, everything

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‘’Three hours of meetings on a day where we were supposed to stay home is demoralizing’’ Steve sighs while signing the last folds

Bucky come back around the meeting table after walking out the businessmen. He snorts but agrees with Steve ‘’what do you think she’s doing right now ?’’ He asks watching Steve standing up. Steve smiles at the thought of his little girl curled up on his seat with probably now tired eyes from the screen

‘’Probably watching a movie or something’’ he shrugs and starts walking out of the meeting room. ‘’I bet it’s her fiftieth movie since we walk out’’ Bucky laughs and Steve quickly follows ‘’I’m sure she passed some scenes so she can watch as many as she can’’

Bucky laughs at that and walks inside their office while Steve went to give some folds to Megan, their assistant. When Bucky enters the room, his charming and welcome smile quickly disappear when he gaze the empty seat. ‘’Baby ?’’ He walks to the seat and sees the computer close making him frown.

He looks up expecting his baby girl when he hears the door but just find Steve walking inside the room. He smiles at Bucky but gives him a question look to the way his husband is looking at him ‘’what ?’’

‘’Where is she ?’’ Bucky tries to keep his calm but it’s quiet difficult right now. He told Steve it was a bad idea to let you alone. He should insisted more and made Megan stay with you. He was stupid on that, in his head, he hadn’t been responsable at all

‘’What are you talking about ?’’ Steve frowns and walks further inside the office. Bucky scoffs and shows the room with his arms, he has to bite the inside of his lip to not scream at his husband ‘’what I’m talking abou- Do you see her Steve !? Is she in the office right now !?’’ He loses his temper and yell the end of his sentence at his lover’s face

Steve’s frowns disappear and a anxious look appear, not because of Bucky but because he doesn’t see you and what he thought might be not the real situation ‘’wasn’t she here when you walked in ?’’ Steve starts to walk around the room. Bucky shakes his head and rests his hands on the desk Infront of him

‘’I thought she was in the closet to scare us, you know she loves hiding’’ Steve breathes, sliding his hand in his hair. Bucky frowns and looks at the closer door ‘’I didn’t looked in the closet’’ he says more to himself. It didn’t even crossed his mind that you might be in there

Steve groans ‘´Bucky’’ he walks to the closet and open the door. He looks in every corners, in between every stuffs there’s in there but nothing. You aren’t in there

Steve looks up at the ceiling, his hand on the door, ready to close it in one movement. All he can do right now is taking deep breath to calm himself down. One of them has to be calm and stay focused, and they both know that Bucky can’t do that, not when it’s with you, not here and not now

They both rush out of the office and go find Megan. She was in the hallway all the time so if their girl got out for whatever reason, she saw her. The tall woman turns around when her name is called ‘’Mr Barnes, Mr Rogers, is there something I can do for you ?’’ She politely asks

‘’Did you saw Y/N ?’’ Steve asks, his face screams the fear he is feeling and the last thing he’s thinking about is to hide it. Megan smiles and nods her head ‘’the sweet girl came to ask where was the bathroom. I told her where it was and she went that way’’

‘’Did you saw her coming back ?’’ Steve asks after looking toward the bathroom. He feels Bucky ready to jump above his husband and runs toward the doors who might separate you from them.

She shakes her head ‘´after I gave you the folds earlier, I was called in the third floor for a while so I didn’t saw her coming back, I wasn’t there’’ she watches as both men quickly go to the bathroom. She follows behind them, she maybe can help them more.

Bucky opens the door on their left and rushes inside followed by his husband and Megan. ‘’Baby ?’´ he calls but doesn’t have an answer back. Both him and Steve go on their knees to look under the cabinets doors but when they don’t see your naked feet or something who might told them you were here they get up. Bucky’s fists is tight against his side and his anger has some problems staying inside him.

‘’What did you told her ?’’ Bucky closes his eyes and concentrate on keeping his calm. The last thing he want is to scare you once they find you

Megan frowns looking at her bosses ‘’what ?’’

‘’what did you told her when she asked for the bathroom ?’’ Steve rephrases

‘’I told her the bathroom was down the hallway on her left and I watched her-‘’ she’s cuts off by Bucky’s groans ‘´she doesn’t know where her left is’’ he opens the door frustrated he didn’t thought about it earlier and walk straight to the door across them.

Megan understands she’s more on the way that anything so she quickly excused herself after apologising for her mistake.

Steve closes the door behind them and like in the precedent room, they kneel down and look under the cabinets. Bucky sighs when he sees you curled up between a toilet and the wall. Steve comes to his side and he sighs in relief as well ‘’baby ?’’ Bucky gently says ‘’what are you doing hiding there ?’’

The only thing who is heard from you is your sobs and sniffs

‘’Sweetness, please come out’’ Steve’s says, his heart hurts from this sight of you ‘’for us’’ Bucky adds but you just shake your head who is still in between your knees as they’re wrapped around your arms

‘’Baby, we just want to see your beautiful face. Please come and tell us what happened. We won’t be mad, we just want to hold you’’ Bucky pleads and at the words ‘we won’t be mad’, you lift your head a little so your eyes are seen. Bucky smiles when he sees your deep eyes ‘’please ?’’

You stand up on your shaky legs and you open the door. You look down at your feet, not wanting to look in your daddies’s eyes.

‘’Little one ?’’

You sniff and decide to finally look up. To your surprise, on your daddies’s face there’s just relief and worries. Your Daddy opens his arms for you and gives you a reassuring smile ‘’come here’’

You start to cry again and walk to your daddy with your arms up in the aire. He lifts you up and you immediately hide your face on his neck, Steve caresses your back as they whisper sweet words in your ears.

Bucky felt you were wet in between your legs and he assumes you were just ashamed you peed on yourself, but he’s far away from what really happened.

‘’Why don’t we go on our office. We’ll set you down on the couch and we’ll change your clothes. Are you okay with it, baby ?’’ He asks kissing your head and he feels you nodding in his neck. Steve walks Infront of you, he opens the doors and close them, he glared at everyone who is looking at you.

They tried to be fast because they know you’re embarrassed and they don’t want to make you feel any more bad. Once the doors of their office are close, Bucky walks to the couch and sits on it, resting you on his laps. Your side is against his chest and your Papa sats beside you, resting your legs and feet on is own laps.

Bucky’s hand is stroking your back and the back of your neck while Steve is stroking your feet. ‘’Do you wanna tell us what happened ?’’ Steve asks looking at you

You nod fidgeting with your fingers who rest on your belly. Your daddies wait the moment you’re ready to explain what happened, they don’t push you, they simply wait and comfort you in the meantime

‘’I wanted t-to pee so I went to the bathwoom like she told me but-t I entered the wwong woom and thewe was alweady men inside’’ you breath through your sobs before continuing ‘’they tuwned awound and that’s when I saw they wewe peeing’’ you turn to your daddies ‘’I sowwy. I didn’t mean to see it. I sowwy, pwease’’ you cry

Bucky grabs your cheeks and turns you’re head to him ‘’breath, little one. It’s okay, you’re not in trouble for what happened. Keep taking deep breath and when you’re ready to keep going, you do, but keep in that little mind of yours that you aren’t in trouble and you won’t be’’ his lips met your nose and you close your eyes, taking deep breathes like he said

‘’They wewe scawing me and they s-swap me’’ you cry touching your cheek who is still sensible.

Bucky’s blood run cold the second he hears those words going out of your mouth. He can’t believe it. Did you really said that ? Did he hears you correctly ? Maybe he has to ask you to repeat to be sure. No, he can’t do that. It already traumatised you enough, he won’t ask you to repeat it knowing that it scare you

‘’They slap you ?’’ Steve asks, shocked and anger fighting each other in his body. You weakly nod your head before hiding your face in your daddy’s chest. Steve keeps rubbing your feet, trying to make you feel other things than fear and pain.

Bucky and Steve look at each other, both burning with anger. They give each other one look and one nod. Juste with that, Steve knows what he has to do and Bucky knows it too. Steve kisses you toes making your curled them before getting up from the couch. He walks to the closet to grab a jogging for you before going out of the office.

You whimper when you hear the door closing. You don’t know if it’s someone who walked in or someone who walked out but in both situation, you don’t like it. Your Daddy shushes you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight against his body. ‘’We’re here now. Nothing else will happen. You’re fine and we’ll take care of you, like we always do. You’re safe with us’’ he whispers against her head before kissing it

You flinch when the door close one more time. Steve makes his way toward the couch. He lifts your legs to sit under them and rests them back on his laps ‘’I got you a pack of ice, it’s for your cheek,’’ he starts, giving it to Bucky. Your Daddy grabs your chin and your face appears back. He smiles and kisses your forehead. You rest the side of your head against his chest and he puts the pack of ice against your cheek making you whine at the cold sensation ‘’I know sweetness but it’ll be better afterward, I promise’ Steve says

He starts to remove your pants and panties making you shiver from the cold breeze who hits your skin. Bucky hold the pack in one hand and strokes your belly with the other. He knows it calm you down when someone does that to you so every time you’re scared after a nightmare or every time you feel sick, a huge tattooed hand is wondering around your belly.

Steve is quick to put the clothes back on you. He knows you’re cold and the pack of ice against your cheek doesn’t help to warmth you up a bit. He wiggled his fingers on your soles after hearing you sniffing again. He smiles when he hears your beautiful giggles coming out of your mouth. You kick your legs and bring them against you, your soles are now against your Daddy’s legs, hiding from your Papa. He laughs at that and watch you curled up your toes in protection

He benches over to kiss your nose ‘’ I love hearing those sounds, I’ll do everything to hear them all day’’ you smile at him through your wet eyes and it warmth your daddy’s hearts.

‘’We go home now. It’s enough work for today’’ Steve says standing up. He walks to the seat you were before they went to their meetings and grabs your shoes and sockets. He puts them in your bag and turns around waiting for you and Bucky. You wrap your arms around your daddy’s neck and lock your ankles around his waist. Bucky slides a paci in your mouth

As he carries you out of the office he whispers in your ear ‘’if you see the meanie men you saw in the bathroom, can you tell me ?’’

You nod and rest your head against his shoulder to look around when he walks. Your eyes fall on everything who move and you wait patiently the moment where you’ll see the men again

You lift your head from your daddy’s shoulder and point in the aire ‘’is hem’’ you say through your paci and your daddies’s head snaps at where your finger points ‘´the blond one and the redhead one ?’’ Steve asks eyeing the two men and you nod

‘’Which one slapped you ?’’ Bucky asks tightening his grip around you.

You hide your face in his neck ‘’blond’’ you mumble and feel your daddies walking again

Steve smirks thinking about the day they’ll have tomorrow. He thinks about all the dirty things they’ll do to those men who dared touch you. They’ll have fun

[alexander-23]

Soft protective Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader scared of thunderstorms

Alcina holds and comforts reader

[torubeth]

degradation taken too far (mature content 18+)

context/warnings : it’s smut, so kids shoo! hell of a lot of degradation. they’re so mean i hate them. (swearing, words used : slut and slutty) angst to i have no idea what. pls do lmk if i missed any tws. and as always, its not proofread :p gojo ver.

ryomen sukuna ‘is that all you can do? all your yapping earlier about ridin’ me was just talks? answer me’ his sudden shift in demeanour has you feeling really small. sure he is a rude ass prick but not to you. never to you.

‘no- i can take it. i really can ryo’ tears sting at your eyes as you struggle to take in his full length. his hands giving your waist a small squeeze.

‘yeah and that’s all you’ve been saying for the past goddamn fifteen minutes. either you take it like a good girl or i’ll just have to find someone who will. trust me, i can’ he eyes held no remorse of the words he just spewed and that’s when you break.

correction, you shatter.

somewhere in the back of your head you knew he’ll never leave you but him wording it out makes it seem like it’s bound to happen.

and so tears stroll down your cheeks, your hands and legs giving out on you, your body going limp against his and you whisper the same thing over and over again.

‘don’t leave me ryo. i’m sorry. didn’t mean to upset you. i’m so sorry. don’t leave’

quickly his arms wrap around your body protectively, your face between his shoulder blade and neck, wetting the area with fresh batch of tears.

‘i could never leave you. you’re-’ you’re it for me. ‘you’re always the one that keeps me sane. there’s no way i’ll ever leave you. i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i didn’t mean a word of what i said’ he says.

when he didn’t get a response from you ‘look at me’ he whispers. slowly you leave the comfort of his neck and meet his eyes.

‘i didn’t mean it. you could leave me on deathbed and i still wouldn’t mean it’

‘i can’t leave you ryo. i love you way too much’ you sniffle, new tears threatening to spill so you go back to huddle against his neck.

god. he knows you mean it. and that’s what makes him feel like a dickhead.

‘me too, i- i lo-’ he struggles, just as your palm reaches up to cover his mouth.

‘i know ryo, i know’ you whisper, placing your forehead against his, both of you basking in the quietness of the surrounding.

geto suguru ‘fuckin-! ah shit! some insane grip you have on me baby. can’t move if you clench and lock me up like that’ he smirks against your neck.

‘and a bit quiet today ain’t ya? you sure had a lot to say to satoru earlier heh’ he remarks.

‘we were just catching up suguru, nothing-! nothing more’ you whine.

‘catching up you say? does catching up require smiles and touches? do they angel baby?’ he raises his eyebrows.

‘no..’ you avert your eyes away from his.

‘that’s what i thought. so for that, now you pay’ he pulls out suddenly, and pushes all the way back in making you yelp out loud.

‘sugu! ah fuck, i don’t think i can go another round baby. s’too much!’ the pressure was starting to get to you and you were starting to lose stability.

‘hah, i know you can baby, this slutty pussy’s all you’re good for anyway. fuck, doesn’t matter whose it is, as long as you’re filled. am i right?’ his words pierced straight through your heart.

since when did he-?

out of reflex, your hands reach out to touch his face to make sure that this was a dream nightmare. otherwise there’s no way he-

‘don’t touch me with those filthy hands’ he spits but makes no effort to push your hand off.

‘do you really think that’s all i’m good for?’ your voice is soft, filled with pain, and suddenly it’s like he’s broken out of his trance.

what the fuck am i doing, he thought.

slowly he pulls out, all whilst holding your hand against his cheek.

‘absolutely not. no. fuck, did not mean it angel. i promise. i- i don’t know what came over me-! didn’t mean it. please i’m sorry. next time if i ever lose my shit with you, i want you to take the nearest sharp object and plunge it into my chest’ he heaves out a guttural sigh.

‘you were really mean you know..’ you wipe your eyes.

‘i know baby, fuck. i didn’t mean it. i did not mean it. i’ll never do it again princess, ever’ he repeats.

his face lands on your chest, thanking all the gods and the stars out there for giving him another chance.

he’ll never screw up again and that’s a promise.

nanami kento ‘you really couldn’t wait for a few hours? just had to go and think with your cunt, right? have you no- ugh! no shame?’ his thrusts were sloppy as his hands were placed around your hips.

‘kento- slow down baby, i- i don’t think i can last’ you whine, hands clutching at the sheets.

‘no. you asked for this you little slut. so shut. the. fuck. up. and take it!’ each syllable was accompanied by a harsh thrust.

the usually composed, sweet and calm nanami was nowhere to be found. he’s never once called you a ‘slut’ and what caused this? you rubbing him through his pants and riling him up at his office dinner earlier tonight.

he warned you off multiple times but did you listen? no.

‘why are you so quiet now? i thought this is what you wanted’ his voice comes out raspy and cold.

a quiet but audible whimper escaped your lips, making him halt his actions.

slowly he pulled out, gently laying you on your back as your body shook with each sob.

‘sweetheart…? why are you…’

you look up at him, eyes puffy and swolllen ‘i’m sorry kento, it’s just that, you’re never home these days and i missed you so much’ a cry that’s sure to crack his heart leaves your lips.

‘i just wanted you all to myself for tonight but i didn’t mean to be a bother-’

his warm body hovers over yours, ‘you’re never a bother baby. always know that. you will always be at the top of every and any list i make. there’s nothing more i want than coming home to you everyday after work. and i didn’t mean to lash out at you. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry’ he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

‘you will always have me sweetheart, never forget that. now let me make it up to you yeah?’

[peachesofteal]

Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Protective Simon. For the beautiful and talented @lethalchiralium

Simon’s phone is ringing. 

Price raises an eyebrow from the end of the table, pausing mid-sentence, confused. Simon’s phone never rings. It’s always on full volume, because he never gets phone calls, except for ones from the 141, and they’re all here. At this briefing.  

His fingers find the ringer, ready to silence what he’s sure is a nuisance call, some telemarketer or robot, when he reads your name across the screen. 

You’ve never called him before. Unease tightens across his chest, and without any explanation, he excuses himself from the room and the bewildered looks being cast his way. 

“Hey, you-“

“Simon?” You sound off. Like you’re trying to be calm, but there’s something lingering on the edge of your voice, something scared. His spine goes stiff. 

It’s enough to propel him into action, his fist thumping against the window of the brief room, jerking his head south. I’m leaving, the motion signifies. Emergency.

“What’s wrong?” 

“N-nothing. Just… there’s this guy that’s been like, half a block behind me since I got off the train.” He closes his eyes. The fucking train. He wants you to stop taking the train. He needs you to stop taking the train. 

“He followed you from the platform?” 

“Well, he could be walking this way too…” 

“Where are you?” His keys are already in his hand, and he’s running down the hallway, past bewildered administrative staff and everyone else, bursting through the back door and into the truck. His phone chimes with multiple text messages, Price, Johnny, Gaz. All wondering where the hell he ran off to. Only Johnny’s text scratches the surface: Is it your neighbor? He waits another second in silence, hoping you’re trying to get your bearings. “Sweetheart?” 

“I’m… I think we’re coming up on seventh and Warsail. ‘m not too sure. I’ve kind been walking in a roundabout way.” We’re coming up on seventh… we. 

The baby is with you. 

His foot slams the accelerator onto the floor, counting his breaths as he maneuvers each turn in the road. Do you have the stroller? Are you carrying her? Did this guy peg you as an easy target because he knows what Simon knows, that women are more likely to go along with instruction if their child is threatened? That you’d never leave Emmaline behind? That you’d do anything to protect her? 

He feels sick. 

“Are there other people around?” He’s calm on the phone, trying to visualize the street, the buildings, the alleys. Easy spots where cars could reach the highway in seconds, and then be gone. Cramped alleys that connect to others like tangled webs, able to swallow a human being easy, disappear them into the darkness. It makes his stomach turn over. His fingers tighten around the steering wheel so hard; it hurts.

“Yeah, it’s close to the end of the day, so-“ 

“Stay where others can see you. Are you sure you’re on seventh and Warsail?” 

“Yeah. We’re in that park. I-I… wanted to take Emma to see the ducks.” Your voice wavers. “Simon he’s still behind us.” He’s turning the corner now, a block from your cross streets, and instead of yielding for oncoming traffic like he should, he floors it through an intersection, abandoning the truck still on, half parked in an empty street spot.  “Stay where you are, sweetheart. Okay? I’m coming.” 

“You… wait, what? You’re what?” He doesn’t hang up, but keeps the phone against his ear, and takes off down the street in a sprint, fully subscribed to the worst-case scenarios that have been building in his mind, images of you and Emmaline bloody and bruised, or worse. He gets them confused for a moment, memories mixing with the present, two things swirling together until they become indistinguishable, noise and panic roaring too loudly in his head. 

It all comes screeching to a stop. 

He spots you in the park. You do have the stroller, and you’re by the little pond, headphones in, Emmaline in your arms, her little beanie pulled down over her ears. You’re glancing around, nervous, saying his name into the mic. He scans the rest of the faces, passing over anyone who doesn’t strike him as a creepy git, until he finds his target: a skinny, younger guy lurking on the edge of the fence line, watching you. He hangs up the phone and moves across the park involuntarily, rolling his shoulders, and he vaguely sees you from the corner of his eye, mouth dropped open in shock, faintly calling his name. 

“Hey, mate. C’mere.” He shouts, half the people in the vicinity startling in his direction. Everyone seems to move away, like a magnetic force, pulsing outwards as he overtakes the guy with an easy grab to his upper arm. “You like stalking women with babies?” He hisses in his ear, voice low with barely contained rage. The guy is younger than him, but rail thin, and coked out. Probably looking for money. Simon jerks him closer, and he actually yells for help, like he’s a victim. It’s enough to ground the situation, making Simon realize he has an audience, and he grits out a final warning before shoving him away. “I ever see you around my girls again… I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Piss off.” 

“What did he say?” You’re frantic, rubbing Emmaline’s back in a circular pattern, over and over like you’re trying to calm her, even though she’s perfectly content. It’s you who needs soothing, he realizes, and he takes your hand without questioning it, letting his instincts guide him in regard to you without overthinking it. 

“He was high, love. Looking for money.” He doesn’t want to scare you but… he doesn’t despise the idea of instilling some hypervigilance. Maybe this will convince you not to take the train. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Think I scared him off for good though.” He looks around, and then slips off his mask, wide thumb stroking a soft touch on Emma’s cheek before giving you a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright now.” You visibly relax, but don’t let go of his hand, tilting your face up to his, all bright and beautiful, still coming down from the adrenaline of your fear with a whisper on your lips, meant for only him to hear. 

“Our hero.”

[lucilleslore]

finnick would definitely get drunk on eating reader out 🤭

i couldn’t agree more!!

he starts off so arrogant though; probably has more self confidence than he should. he likes to take his time with it because the impatient little sounds that come out of your pretty mouth make his brain go haywire. he’ll completely avoid touching your clit until you’re writhing and bucking against him and there’s a growing wet patch underneath you from where you’re leaking everywhere. then he’ll raise his head and give you his cheekiest grin. ‘you need to learn some patience, sweet girl,’ he’d coo teasingly. 100% clicks his tongue if you just keep moving around.

so he thinks he can finally do it, can finally drag this out and keep you on the edge for as long as possible but then you’re whining his name, close to the edge of tears from all the teasing and that’s his weak spot - hearing that half sob, half moan of his name. ‘relax sweetheart,’ he’d murmur before pressing a light kiss against where he’s been avoiding. ‘you’ll get what you want.’

and after your first orgasm you’d think he’d stop but he’s got a taste for it now. such a sweet reward for all his hard work and he wants it again. lays a heavy arm over your lower stomach when the overstimulation kicks in and you keep twitching away. likes to spit onto your clit and watch it dribble down, only to swipe it up on his thumb and use it to rub slow circles into that sensitive spot. you can only watch as he brings you closer to his mouth, pretty eyes fluttering shut as he kisses lazily at your folds. doesn’t even bother to nudge your thighs back apart when they clamp around his head.

then there’s the noises. the little hums that make your back arch off the sheets. the filthy wet noises that your pussy makes when his tongue flicks into your hole. finnicks moans when you warn him that you’re gonna cum again. from the noises he makes you’d think it’s him that was being pleasured but from his perspective he is. he ruts his hips occasionally against the mattress but eating you out gets him off more than anything and even once he’s made himself all sticky he’d still want more. ‘another one,’ he’d urge desperately, his eyes all blown out and glazed, his chin and lips so wet it makes you blush. ‘just one more baby, please.’

[munsonsfairy]

18+ men + minors dni

abby being the type to kiss you right after you put on lipgloss because she loves to see your lips a mess. sometimes she’ll watch you put it on just so she can grab your face and deeply kiss you. you always wanted to be mad but the way her lips moved with yours or the way her tongue traced your lips made you dizzy. when abby pulled back, she’d lick her lips to taste your gloss, “vanilla?” her blue eyes staring into you while she slipped her thumb into your mouth. the way your lips looked around it made her groan, “fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

thank you @worldwidegirlhood & @humilityshown for reading it first <3

[umbrvx]

[ @orvwomenweek ] ljh + childhood || day 2

[mingwrites]

ateez as incubi

seonghwa ~ in your sleep, you had the most vivid and pleasurable dream of your life. you had a mysterious man between your legs, face buried in your pussy, clit between his lips. upon waking up, the fantasy didn’t end. you stirred hazily, moaning at the imagined sensation in your clit. it became a little too vivid, however, when you felt a long tongue slither inside of you. you looked down, seeing that the man was real, and he was still working your pussy dutifully. you knew you should have felt scared, but somehow the only thing you said was, “don’t stop.” this caused the man to chuckle against you. “don’t you worry, doll,” he said, “you’re so delicious, i’ll never get enough.”

hongjoong ~ when you awoke from your restless sleep, you had tears running down your cheeks. there was a sheen of sweat across your body and a dull throbbing between you legs. at first everything was hazy and confusing, but then you heard your demon’s voice break the silence of the night and it all came together. “what’s wrong, little baby?” he mocked from your bedside where he pervertedly observed your plight. “do you need me so bad? these fingers, this dick? tell me how much you need me.”

yunho ~ you woke up to your walls being stretched open by something ice cold. you realized it didn’t hurt because you were already soaking wet somehow. then you realized the handsome man slowly materializing on top of you, eyes locked on yours, hips sliding carefully closer. you groaned as he filled you up entirely, hands moving with a mind of their own as they reached to hold onto the man’s shoulders. “it’s so big,” you moaned. the man smirked, hips beginning to fuck in and out of you. “you know, i can make it even bigger, if you think this little pussy can handle it.”

yeosang ~ you were grinding against your mattress, a rhythmic flow of moans and whimpers echoing in your room as you dreamt of yeosang. in your dream, he was all over you - tongue down your throat, face in your pussy, and dick pounding into your soaking heat. “there you go,” dream yeosang whispered, “make yourself feel good, my darling.” your eyes slowly opened and for a moment you were utterly disappointed about losing your dream. that was, until you realized yeosang was lying right beside you, urging you on further, “don’t stop, baby, i want to see you make yourself cum.”

san ~ you opened your eyes when you heard a familiar voice filling your bedroom with sweet, soothing melodies. “sannie?” you called, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “good morning, sweetheart,” he smiled cheerfully. you smiled in return, but groaned when you felt a throbbing ache in your clit. “it hurts again,” you said. that pain always seemed to return when san stopped by to visit. “i know, angel,” he cooed, placing his icy cold hands on your thighs and rubbing them gently. “do you need sannie to take care of it for you?”

mingi ~ “get up,” a deep voice commanded, awaking you from your dreams. you shot up and scanned your bedroom for intruders. sure enough, he was there staring down at you, and he was mad. “mingi?” you said softly. “what’s wro-” he cut you off: “where have you been for the last week?” your heart sank. he was really mad. it struck no fear in you, just stirred up butterflies in your stomach. “i-i was on vacation, i’m sorry i forgot to tell you.” mingi scoffed. “vacation… you’ve been naughty for the last time, do you understand?” you couldn’t hold your smile back, thrilled for what mingi might have in store for your punishment.

wooyoung ~ the last thing you expected to see when you first opened your eyes was a dick inches from your face. but that’s what you got, and you weren’t complaining. “suck it,” wooyoung demanded. having just woken up, you were a little slow to register what was going on. getting impatient, wooyoung reached out to stroke your jaw, thumb landing on your chin and gently pushing your mouth open. “i said suck it for me, baby.”

jongho ~ you awoke when you heard someone calling your name in a singsong voice. you looked around your room expecting to see him there, but he wasn’t. “jongho?” you whispered. suddenly, there was a strong hand wrapped around your throat, pressing gently on your airway. you grabbed his wrist, and then he became visible. jongho was floating just above your mattress, staring intensely into your wide eyes. he lowered himself so he was straddling you and strengthened his grip around your neck. “please,” he scoffed, “don’t look so scared. i can smell how wet you are from here.”

[sugoi-writes]

Alastor Drabble: Watching a Reader Interactive with a Child

Sloppy little ditty that was throw together, shoot me

❤️🖤❤️

Alastor always admires how patient you are with others... almost to a fault! He would often tease the look that would cross your face as soon as you were alone or backs were turned... Being positive and kind towards others can be exhausting, especially in Hell.

But, as twisted as people were, children were still children to you. And each one you encountered made your heart swell, if not a teensy bit from sadness.

You punched the ever-living daylights out of some teenage punk, just moments before handing the stolen money back to the rightful owner: a little boy with shaggy brown hair. You folded your legs under yourself, getting eye-level as the boy thanked you bashfully. Alastor scoffed, judging you for putting yourself in such a vulnerable position. One that reminded him of a teacher having a one-on-one with a troubled kid.

As you go to get up, thinking nothing of the scuffle the child suddenly embraces you. You startle from the sudden movement, but you're quick to return the gesture. You sigh before looping both arms around him, fearing the little boy is too trusting to survive in Hell.

"Happy Mother's Day!" The little boy would say, before running away gleefully. You didn't notice the flower he tucked into your pocket, jutting out from your hip. Alastor's eyes widen for a moment, face unreadable as he watches the whole thing go down. A simple daisy, nothing more... but daisies held a special place in his heart.

You wave after the boy, hesitantly calling out," I'm not a--! ...Mother... aaaaand, he's gone." You chuckle as you turn back to Alastor, sheepishly scratching at the back of your neck," Sorry, Alastor... I still have a soft spot for kids, after all..."

Mama... he can see it now. The way you sat on your legs, the way you hugged the boy... the way your cheeks pushed up into your eyes from how sweetly you smiled. You reminded him of HIS mama.

Alastor made quick strides over to you, startling you when he plucked the flower from your pocket. You blink in surprise as the flower is tucked into the crook of your ear, silently. He uses a reddened claw to gently cast your hair out of your face, if just to get a better look at your warm eyes. You smile back at him, almost leaning into the touch.

"What's all of this about, hmmm?"

Alastor's smile turns fond, eyebrows slanting inward and up as he sighs," Nothing, dear... just remembered something... pleasant. A distant memory." You could feel your heart skip a beat as his hand caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your heated flesh.

Daisy. His mother's favorite flowers were daisies.

"It's a shame, really... you'd make an excellent Mother."

Tiny idea I need to write down because NEED--

I have baby fever, shaddup

[dimplewonie]

gorgeous — 이희승.

pairing: roommate! heeseung x gn! reader

syn: roomates or not, lee heeseung thinks you're gorgeous. and he doesn't hesitate to let you know.

warnings: slightly suggestive (i think), mentions kissing. not proofread oops

wc: 466.

ri's note🎧: im a jungwon stan i swear 🙏 based off of one of novelbear's prompts! wasn't planning on writing on this acct but...

“how do I look?” you asked the moment you stepped into the room, voice casual as you used the living room mirror to check your appearance. you glanced towards your roommate lying on the couch, scrolling on his phone mindlessly. without looking up from the device, he hummed at your presence, mumbling a disinterested “hm?” in response. 

you rolled your eyes at his vague reply, taking a few steps further into the room. the sound of your heel-clad footsteps caught his attention, causing him to finally look your way. 

lee heeseung swore under his breath.

the sight of you immediately rendered him speechless, your figure clouding his thoughts with desire.

“do you think i overdressed?” you asked again, hands adjusting the hem of your bottoms, uncertainty visible in your tone. were you kidding?

you looked fucking gorgeous. 

and if he could come up with another word to describe you other than gorgeous, he would. but at the moment, all heeseung's mind was filled up with was nothing other than you and your cute little outfit, your cute shoes, your cute hair, and your beautiful smile.

you radiate confidence and poise, there was no way you wouldn’t command the attention of anyone in your presence. every aspect of you was perfect. you are perfect. and you were causing the man to churn in emotional turmoil, making him go haywire.

heck, he’d be damned if he let you go out to see another man while looking this stunning. so he did what he should’ve done earlier. he couldn’t think of anything else. 

he placed his hands on your hips, abruptly catching you off guard. he rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the exposed skin, feeling the warmth of your curves against his cold fingertips. as you stood face-to-face with him, he gazed back at you with an unreadable emotion, one you couldn’t quite place. but it seemed to hold a familiar glint that past lovers had looked at you with.

on instinct, you could hear the blaring alarms ring in your head and you were about to step back and push him off. but your body seemed to have a mind of its own and almost like putty, you leaned into him, allowing yourself to meld with his hot touch. lowering your body onto his, your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders to stabilize your weak body. wrapping his arms around your waist, a smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, whispering.

“you look perfect.” and he smashed his lips feverishly against yours, pulling you towards him like a magnet. the kiss was filled with pent up frustration and longing as you gasped against the mouth of your roommate. you were making out with lee heeseung. and you didn’t mind one single bit.

© dimplewonie on tumblr. please do not copy, repost, or plagiarize any of my works. reblogs and comments are appreciated :3

[snwpcktz]

A PIN STRAIGHT TO MY HEART

PAIRING: jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school au, classmates to lovers, acquaintances to lovers, fluff

SYNOPSIS: the famous decelis academy confession board is where students pin their written feelings on an anonymous sticky note in hopes of their crush reading it. for y/n, this is the perfect opportunity to finally come to terms with the feelings she has for her classmate--yang jungwon. she has everything planned out, from the color of the sticky note she would be using (blue, it's jungwon's favorite color) to the location she would pin it on the board (smackdown in the middle of the decorative heart the student council put up for valentine's day ages ago). but what happens when y/n sees jungwon pinning his own confession note mere seconds before she planned to?

WARNINGS: mutual pining, little jealousy, swearing, reader is a little oblivious, reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions of other idols (sunoo, niki, wonyoung, minji, rei, intak, minjae)

WC: 5.3k

NOTE: hello everyone! here's my first fic, sorry that it took so long! i hope that the wait from the teaser wasn't bad! and ofc i'm open to any and all feedback :) pls enjoy the read!

"should i do it?"

wonyoung sighed for the nth time. "y/n, you ask me this every ten minutes and i give you the exact same answer. do it! there's nothing to lose since it's anonymous."

"yeah, but i want him to know it's from me," y/n mumbled, picking at the food on her lunch tray.

"then put your name on it."

"but what if he rejects me after that?"

"then don't put your name on it."

"but i need him to know that i like him!"

"goddamn it, y/n!" wonyoung groaned, massaging her head with her hands. "at this point just confess in person. you're really stressing me out here."

y/n rolled her eyes. "but i have like a 99.999999999% chance of rejection if i do that."

"and that's why we decided to do the confession board!" wonyoung retorted. "look, we're getting nowhere with this, so i suggest that you take my advice and- you're not even listening to me."

wonyoung was right--y/n was indeed not at all listening to her. not when the yang jungwon just entered the canteen in all his glory.

crisp uniform, broad shoulders, fluffy hair, and those gorgeous eyes. yang jungwon was just as attractive as he was yesterday. and the day before. and the day before that. scratch that, since freshman year.

the first time y/n met jungwon was in freshman biology, where they were partnered up to dissect a frog. it had been a few months since they had been in the same class, but y/n never interacted with him until they were paired together for the lab. in spite of her ridiculous comments and irritatingly loud reactions, jungwon has completed the lab calmly and with ease, even caring to explain everything she had missed while revolting at the sight of their frog.

once freshman jungwon handed in their neatly written lab report and shot a reassuring (and adorable) smile to his lab partner, y/n knew that the heat rising in her face and the rapid beating in her chest meant that she had taken a liking towards this boy.

and since then, y/n had reserved her heart for the one and only boy who managed to make her tummy flutter with giddiness.

of course, that was from way back in freshman year. has she made any progress since then? absolutely not.

even though the famous decelis academy confession board had been a temptation every single year, y/n simply could not bring herself to pin her feelings on it. but after reading hundreds of anonymous confessions, y/n had decided to finally get over her hopelessness and muster up the courage to post a note of her own. she had an intricate plan set in stone:

step one - purchase blue sticky notes (because blue is jungwon's favorite color) and dog stickers (because y/n found out that he has an adorable dog after stalking his instagram)

step two - write out a heartfelt confession that does not give away y/n's identity but still shows some hints to who she is (this would take several trials)

step three - arrive at school at exactly 8:25 AM on thursday, which is when everyone is trying to get to homeroom and will not be around the confession board located next to the art studio

step four - pin the note right in the middle of the heart from valentine's day so that it's extremely hard to miss

step five - pray that yang jungwon reads it and feels the same and asks y/n out and starts dating her and proposes to her and marries her and they live in a nice house with two kids and a dog until they grow old together

well, step five was pretty unreasonable but the rest of the plan would work! as long as y/n stopped staring at jungwon and actually started to listen to her friend, who was trying to get her to even begin step one.

"if you don't do this, some other girl might snatch him away," wonyoung commented, picking up her chopsticks and pointing them at y/n accusingly. "so you better get to work."

"okay okay, i'll do it!" y/n replied with a soft sigh following her words. "i just hope he reads it."

"he will. as long as you actually make the note," wonyoung added. "you do this every single wednesday. make this one the last time this happens."

"okay, jesus. i will. oh my fucking god."

wonyoung's lips curved into a smile. "good."

8:25 AM on a thursday. y/n was already at school, looking around the arts building for the confession board with her note in her hand. she had spent three hours crafting the perfect confession note for jungwon (the pile of crumpled sticky notes in her trashcan is enough proof of that), neatly writing out each word and carefully decorating it with little dog stickers.

she mentally crossed out step three of her plan as the wood border of the bulletin board came into her sight. it was perfect. an empty hallway with the lights dimmed down and no sounds of other students. this was her one chance to finally pin her confession to the board.

she smiled while looking at the board that was mere steps away. the spot smackdown in the middle of the large pink heart was empty, just as planned. the universe was most definitely on her side.

suddenly, y/n could hear footsteps coming from the opposite end of the hallway. panic rushed to her head as she quickly hid behind a wall near the board, stuffing the note in the pocket of her school blazer.

she peeked her head out to observe whoever was passing by. maybe it was just a teacher. or the janitor. or the theater director. either way, she needed the coast clear for her to pin her note.

the person turned around the corner, closing in on the confession board. y/n squinted her eyes, trying to catch any noticeable features. school uniform, broad shoulders, styled black hair- wait, was that yang jungwon?

y/n's eyes widened as she swallowed down the anxiety in her throat. why was yang jungwon at the confession board at (now) 8:26 AM on a thursday?

jungwon approached the confession board, his back facing y/n from her hiding spot. she could see him pull out something from his pocket and reach over to the container of thumbtack pins to the left of the board. was yang jungwon really posting a confession note?

y/n's suspicions were confirmed when he pushed a red pin through a pink sticky note, right in the empty space in the middle of the pink heart. she could feel her heart beating rapidly as she watched him walk away leisurely, fear creeping into her head once again.

she paused for a minute, unable to calm the pounding in her chest as she slumped against the cold wall. taking one last glance at the board, y/n pushed herself off of the wall and turned around, deciding to head to class.

a million questions were running through her head, but only one overshadowed any other thought she had: did yang jungwon just post a confession to another girl?

y/n felt her frown tugging even further down her face throughout the day. of course, the confession board was a hot topic every single day--especially when someone adds a new sticky note to the board. but y/n didn’t expect that the identity of the author who wrote the latest pink sticky note would be revealed so soon.

“jungwon apparently told a classmate that he wrote it, but he won’t say who it’s to,” a student said while passing y/n’s desk.

and there was that. the mystery recipient. the person who ruined all of y/n’s plans. all she wanted to do was finally confess her feelings with the hope that they could be returned. but what was the point of doing that now when her crush had already confirmed that he has feelings for another girl?

“i think it’s to minji, she’s been talking to jungwon a lot recently.”

y/n let out a frustrated huff after hearing that. she wasn’t in the mood to listen to people talk about possible candidates for jungwon’s mystery crush, especially when she barely had any chance of filling that spot.

wonyoung could only frown sympathetically, watching her friend's gloomy state. she knew how much this confession meant to y/n, but neither of them could have predicted that things would turn out this way.

“do you wanna get food, babe?” wonyoung asked, gently rubbing y/n’s head that was face-planted on her desk. “maybe a snack will help.”

“nothing can cure what i’m feeling right now,” y/n grumbled.

“you need to get up. you’ve been stuck at your desk for almost all of our break.”

“i don’t feel like getting up.”

wonyoung sighed before standing up and stretching her arms. “come on, let’s go get you something to eat. i’ll treat you.”

y/n groaned while sliding out of her seat. “i’m only doing this for free food,” she muttered as wonyoung linked arms with her.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

wonyoung practically dragged y/n by the arm to get to the snack shop, trying to avoid lingering in the hallway when everyone was talking about jungwon’s note.

"did you hear that jungwon confessed to someone? he confirmed it himself!"

"i think he likes rei, she's close with his friend niki."

"it has to be to minji, she's literally the only woman he'll look at."

y/n huffed at the comments flying around her with an uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach. it upset her to imagine jungwon with another girl, staring into her eyes with love glassed across his own. she squeezed tighter onto wonyoung's arm as they swerved through the crowd, reaching their destination as quickly as possible.

unfortunately, luck was not on their side. the person y/n least wanted to see at the moment was standing at the drinks shelf, surrounded by some of his friends--and minji.

"yang jungwon!" y/n sharply hissed at wonyoung, pulling on the sleeve of the taller girl's blazer. "yang fucking jungwon is here! with minji!"

her friend turned to glance at the said boy and girl and rolled her eyes. "ignore him, let's go get our food."

y/n allowed wonyoung to drag her to the shelf stocked with savory snacks, shooting a small glare at minji before turning her head around.

what she didn't notice was that yang jungwon had recognized her presence the moment she turned around. he held the cold watermelon soda closer to his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

"i don't know why people think it's me, i'm already in a relationship," minji sighed, fiddling with the strawberry milk in her hands.

"well, you do spend a lot of time with jungwon," niki reasoned, leaning against a nearby wall. "at least in terms of girl-space-friends. he doesn't have a lot of game."

"but some people think it's rei and she doesn't spend a lot of time with jungwon," minji countered. "actually, i don't think i've seen them interact since they've been introduced to each other."

"so if it's not minji or rei, who is it?" sunoo questioned.

all three students turned to look at jungwon, who slowly snapped out of his daze. "huh?"

"who'd you write the note to, won?" minji asked.

"i don't think i can answer that," jungwon mumbled, clenching the soda can tighter. "i'd prefer to keep that private."

"come on, we're your closest friends!" niki groaned, frowning at jungwon's response. "you can tell us--in exchange, we'll help you get the girl."

jungwon paused, pondering over niki's offer for a moment with his friend's eager stares fixated on him. he let out a brief sigh before answering, "fine. i'll give you a small hint."

his friends gasped, anticipation evident on their faces. jungwon took another quick glance at y/n, who was searching for seaweed-flavored chips, and felt the fluttering feeling in his stomach once again.

"she's in this room with us. right now."

his friends looked at each other with confused expressions. "it's just us four and the cashier...and intak..and minjae...and wonyoung...and y/n," sunoo listed, scanning the entire snack shop.

"the cashier? be so fucking for real right now bro," niki scoffed with a disgusted look on his face. "she's like, 70."

"no, what the fuck?" jungwon grimaced. "i mean someone our age. who do you take me for?"

"oh, i think i know who it is!" minji exclaimed with a smile. "it's y/n, isn't it?"

jungwon widened his eyes. he could feel a sharp rush of heat to his cheeks as he gulped at the mention of her name. minji let out a small chuckle at the boy's obvious reaction.

"really? you haven't talked to her since, like, freshman year," sunoo said, judging the reaction he just witnessed.

"yeah, but she's just so- ugh, you wouldn't understand. did you know that she braids her hair when she's stressed?"

"you're such a creep," niki sighed disappointedly. "no wonder you were always staring at her in class."

"look, she was doing it in first year history during our mock exam and i asked her about it," jungwon explained before glaring at niki. "i am not a creep."

"does she know your note's for her?" minji asked.

"no, i don't think so," jungwon replied with a small frown forming on his face. "i don't even think she likes me back. i mean, i don't really talk to her so i probably just seem weird."

"a creep," niki corrected, poking jungwon's shoulder harshly. "you seem like a creep."

"shut up."

"well, we can help you talk to her again so that you can show your interest," sunoo offered while tucking his phone into the back pocket of his uniform pants. "like right now."

the pink-haired boy whipped his head around to where y/n and wonyoung were standing, who had moved onto the bakery section.

"wonyoung! y/n!"

jungwon smacked sunoo immediately after the two girls' names left his mouth. "what the fuck are you doing," he muttered, trying to clench his lips together to seem like he wasn't talking.

"uh, helping you? duh," sunoo replied with a roll of his eyes.

meanwhile, the two girls stood across the snack shop, frozen with multiple bags of snacks in their arms.

"why did jungwon's friend say our name?" y/n questioned, also clenching her lips in fear that her crush would notice her talking about his friends. "and how does he know we exist?"

"the question is actually how does he know you exist," wonyoung responded before pulling y/n's arm. "come on, let's go see what he wants."

"no!" y/n whisper-yelled. "i can't...he's there...and minji's there..."

"you'll survive," wonyoung sighed. "we're going and that's final."

ignoring her friend's protests, wonyoung dragged y/n over to the group of four. "hi sunoo, what's up?"

"nothing, jungwon just wanted to tell y/n something," sunoo replied with a grin, causing jungwon's eyes to widen in concern.

"he did?" y/n mumbled.

"i did?" jungwon whispered, shooting a glare at sunoo's smiling face.

jungwon glanced at y/n but quickly looked away, swallowing down the nervous bundle in his throat. he didn't know if he could contain himself if he looked one second longer into her curious eyes.

he cleared his throat for an unnaturally long time, causing his friends to send questioning looks towards him. "um, yeah, uh...i, well, i was wondering..."

y/n found herself slightly leaning towards the anxious boy, which only caused jungwon's heart to beat faster.

"uh...do...do you have history next?"

niki rolled his eyes while minji felt the need to facepalm herself.

y/n shot a glance at wonyoung before responding, "um, yeah. why?"

"well, uh..." jungwon felt himself breaking out in a sweat, panicking to make up an excuse. "i was...uh-"

"he wanted to offer his notes to you since he just had history," sunoo quickly covered. jungwon blinked before nodding, swallowing down his anxiety once again.

y/n's eyes widened. it was common for jungwon, an intelligent and diligent student, to offer help to people in academics. but what shocked her was the fact that he offered her his history notes--as if he knew that it was her weakest subject.

she didn't hesitate to accept the offer, sending a wave of relief over jungwon. "uh, i'll drop them off once i get back to my classroom."

"yeah, no problem. thanks for the notes!" y/n replied, shooting a small smile at the boy before allowing wonyoung to drag her to the register.

once the duo was far enough, jungwon turned around to face his friends with an excited smile curled on his face. "did you see that? she smiled at me!"

"yeah, no thanks to yourself," sunoo grumbled. "i did all the work. for free!"

"you're too awkward, jungwon," minji sighed, a pained expression on her face.

"i think you should stick to being a nerd," niki commented. "it...suits you better."

niki spent the rest of the break running away from said nerd.

y/n slumped in her seat, resting her cheek in her left hand and tapping her foot on the ground. she checked the clock above the blackboard. 10:27 AM. three minutes left for jungwon to fulfill his promise.

she let out another sigh. she didn't expect herself to anticipate much from the exchange--after all, he was just offering her his history notes. but she found herself rushing back to her classroom, waiting (and struggling to wait) for his presence at the doorframe while each minute dragged on.

10:28. a frown etched onto y/n's face. the day seemed to just get worse and worse. first, her confession was ruined by her crush himself. next, her crush proceeded to post a confession to another girl. now, her crush failed to complete a promise two minutes before her least favorite class.

another moody sigh. y/n lazily reached into her bag, pulling out her history textbook and her pencil case. she should've known to never trust men, like her mother said. all men are liars.

she slowly flipped through her textbook, feeling her frown drag down even further. the classroom was bustling with chatter, savoring the last couple of minutes before another hour long class. but here she was, slouching in her seat with a gray thundercloud above her head. she could practically visualize wonyoung looking at her pathetically from across the room.

the room came to a sudden silence. y/n sluggishly raised her head. was their history teacher here early?

there he was. yang jungwon, frozen at her classroom's doorframe with a notebook in his hand. his cheeks were flushed with a light pink as he weaved through the students, approaching y/n's desk.

y/n felt herself stop breathing. he did come to fulfill his promise, after all. huh. maybe not all men are liars.

jungwon bashfully smiled at her, gently placing his notebook on her desk. he wasn't hard of hearing, he could tell that everyone was whispering about him--more specifically, about his confession note. all he could hope for was that his crush wasn't super obvious, but he was sure that what he was doing at the moment actually made it 10x more obvious.

"um, here's my notes," jungwon said in a hushed voice, conscious of the sudden volume change. "hopefully they're useful."

"thanks..." y/n mumbled, making eye contact with the boy for a mere second before glancing away. it was too hard for her to contain the pounding feelings in her heart, especially when the yang jungwon had his eyes on her (and only her).

she could only imagine a world where he would stare at her, eyes filled with love and adoration.

"no problem," jungwon replied, noting to himself about how cute she looked today. if only he could sit next to her, one arm around her shoulder and another guiding her through the history material. he would never forgive the administrator who put them in separate classes.

"um, aren't you going to be late?"

y/n's comment snapped him out of his trance, suddenly realizing that he was still standing in front of her desk with students around him still whispering about his confession note. awkward.

jungwon shut his eyes close for a second. she probably thinks i'm a creep. niki, i guess you're right.

"uh, yeah. i'll just...i'll go now."

he mustered up a little courage to send a small wave before rushing out of the room, eyes glued to the floor in front of him.

y/n let out a quiet snicker, finding the boy's awkwardness humorous (and extremely cute). unfortunately, she realized too late that everyone's eyes were still on her and coughed unnaturally loud to cover up her previous reaction.

the sound of heels clicking caused all the students' eyes to rip away from her and immediately slide into their seats. their history teacher was finally here, ready to lead another sleep-inducing lecture.

"good morning class," the history teacher, ms. choi, announced. "please turn to page 127 of your textbooks. we're picking up where we left off from last class with the silla dynasty."

y/n reached for jungwon's notebook as the students around her searched for the page in their textbooks. she easily found the respective page of notes due to the sticky note jungwon had marked the page with.

such a cute pink, y/n thought, brushing her thumb over the familiar-colored sticky note. too bad he used it for a different girl.

it was twenty minutes into the class and y/n found herself extremely bored. although jungwon's notes were perfectly organized and super helpful, y/n couldn't help but feel her attention span slowly decreasing. the textbook was boring, the content was boring, and ms. choi's voice was boring.

she decided to flip through jungwon's notebook. as expected, all of his notes were neatly written with key ideas highlighted and citations to textbook pages. what else could she expect from him?

y/n closed the notebook, running her thumb along the edge of the pages like a flipbook. the glimpses of blue highlighter partially satisfied her boredom, along with the flash of pink at the very end of the notebook. wait, pink?

y/n's curiosity got the best of her as she turned to the end of the notebook, revealing multiple pink sticky notes with lengthy paragraphs and words scratched out in black ink. being the nosy person she is, she decided to read the notes, tuning out ms. choi's monotonous voice.

i've liked you for a long time, but i haven't had the courage to confess.

oh. they were drafts of his confession note.

y/n pursed her lips, taking in a sharp breath. she swallowed down the discomfort she felt and continued to read the notes.

ever since freshman year, i've been attracted to you in so many more ways than i can describe. that sweet smile you show off to your friends. the laugh you let out at small jokes. the tenderness in your eyes as you talk with the cashier in the snack shop. i see why she said that you remind her of her granddaughter.

y/n bitterly smiled. he really likes her, huh?

i like am in love am pathetically in love with you. i feel like a lost puppy, hoping for the smallest interaction with you every single day. i wonder if you can feel my stares from across the lunch room, desperately hoping that you would happen to notice me and look back. i know we haven't talked much since freshman year, but i can't help but imagine us together.

y/n quickly diverted her eyes to a different sticky note, chewing on her lip harshly. she didn't know why, but she couldn't stop reading them, even if his words only caused her more pain.

i hope you can accept this confession, but if you don't like me back i hope we can become friends again. from, your freshman bio partner (p.s. i'm glad that we were paired up for that frog lab)

wait, frog lab? y/n's eyebrows furrowed. the only partner jungwon had for the frog dissection lab in freshman biology was...her.

y/n's heart pounded against her chest. she needed to read whatever note jungwon posted on the confession board, right fucking now.

the moment the bell rang, y/n shoved all of her history materials in her bag. she didn't want to spare a minute from reaching that damned confession board that she had been avoiding since morning.

grabbing jungwon's notebook, y/n joined the crowd of students rushing towards the canteen, forgetting about wonyoung who appeared behind her.

"let's eat with rei today, hm?" wonyoung suggested.

"can't talk right now, won. i need to be somewhere," y/n responded before pushing her way through the crowd.

"y/n, wait!"

y/n ignored her friend's concerned voice, mentally making a note to apologize to her later. she ran through the halls, opposite of all the students heading towards the canteen. hugging the notebook close to her chest, she made a beeline towards the arts building, feeling the beating in her chest increase every single second.

once she arrived, she slowed down her pace, allowing herself to catch her breath and wipe off the light sweat on her forehead. there she stood in the same position she was in at 8:25 AM, right in front of the confession board littered with colorful sticky notes.

a couple of students lingered around the board, checking for any new confessions before heading to lunch. as y/n's breathing slowed down, she approached the center of the board, eyes locked on the pink sticky note posted mere hours ago.

she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to read the note she had been avoiding all day.

to my freshman year crush, i've liked you for a long time, but i haven't had the courage to confess. that is, until now. ever since freshman year, i've been attracted to you. your smile, your laugh, your kind personality. it's no wonder the cashier at the snack shop says that you remind her of her granddaughter. grandparents only say that to people they know have the purest, sweetest souls on earth, and you are one of them. i am utterly, pathetically, and desperately in love with you. i feel like a lost puppy, hoping for the smallest interaction with you every single day. i wonder if you can feel my longing stares from across the lunch room, hoping that you would happen to notice me and meet my eyes. i know we haven't talked much since freshman year, but i can't help but imagine us together. i wish that i had the courage to confess in person, but i'm afraid of rejection. i hope that this confession comes off well to you, and i 100% understand if you don't like me back. i just hope that we can be friends again, at the very least. from, your freshman bio partner (p.s. i'm glad we were paired up for the frog lab. as taylor swift said, i guess i was enchanted to meet you)

y/n felt her breathing stop as she finished reading the note. it was too good to be true. she needed to talk to him, to confirm with him, and to confess to him.

she wasted no time running to the canteen, earning questioning stares from the students she passed by. the canteen was busy per usual, bustling with student chatter and silverware sounds. y/n skimmed the room, eyes landing on the one person she wanted to talk to.

she rushed towards his table, avoiding the mass of lunch trays around her. "jungwon!" she called.

the said boy looked up from his table, curious round eyes meeting hers. "could i talk to you for a minute?"

jungwon nodded, standing up to follow y/n. what she didn't notice was sunoo winking at jungwon, niki mouthing a "go get her, tiger!", and minji softly smiling with pride.

jungwon followed y/n to the hallway outside of the canteen, trickling with the last students getting their lunches. y/n faced jungwon, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of his curious gaze.

"um, i wanted to return this to you," y/n began, handing over his notebook.

"oh, thanks," jungwon replied, taking it into his hands. he felt himself grow a little disappointed--was that all she wanted to tell me?

y/n softly cleared her throat before deciding to continue. "so, uh, this might be in invasion of privacy but i got really bored in history and looked through your notebook and i might have found your sticky notes and i might have read them...without your permission?"

"notes? what notes?" jungwon mumbled, flipping through his notebook. it only took a second of him skimming the sticky notes in the back for him to shut the notebook closed, a furious blush spreading across his face.

"and, uh, i read one that ended with 'from your freshman bio partner' or something like that and it mentioned the frog lab. and then i remembered that i was your partner during that lab but i wasn't sure if you wrote that for sure so i went to check the confession board and it said the same thing so...yeah."

jungwon was frozen, cheeks bright red with panic-stricken eyes. "so...uh, i just wanted to confirm if-"

"yes," jungwon whispered, not daring to meet her eyes. "it- it is about you..."

he squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of silence, preparing himself for rejection. he could already feel the weight in his heart getting heavier, thumping against his chest.

"i, uh, i- i like you too, jungwon."

the boy opened his eyes, shock evident on his face. he whipped his head up, now seeing a y/n with an equally flushed face not meeting his eyes.

"y- you do?"

"yeah," y/n mumbled, a shy smile spreading on her face. "i really, really like you."

jungwon couldn't help but smile back, trying his best to contain the butterflies practically swarming in his stomach.

"so, um, i was actually planning to confess to you today," y/n admitted, earning a surprised reaction from jungwon. "but i saw you post your note on the confession board first and i got scared because...well, i thought that you confessed to someone else."

y/n reached into her blazer's pocket, pulling out the crumpled blue sticky note that she had been hiding the whole day. "i guess i'll just give it to you now since...well, yeah..."

she quickly flattened out the sticky note before handing it to jungwon, who gently took it with a small smile.

to jungwon, i've liked you for so long but i've finally decided to confess. since freshman year, you've been nothing but kind to me. i felt myself melt into a puddle every single time you shot a smile at me or offered your help with something. i can’t help but admire your charming appearance, your charismatic leadership qualities, and the smile that you give to every person alike. you’re loved by so many people and i happened to fall into that same crowd. i know you most likely do not feel the same but i hope that we can talk more, the way we did back in freshman year. from, anonymous

jungwon couldn't help the shy grin growing on his face. every word written completely erased all the anxious emotions he had in his head. this is what it feels like, he thought. this is what it feels like to be loved back.

jungwon didn't need to say anything. he simply took y/n's clammy hand into his, intertwining their shaking fingers together. no words were needed after they had spent hours of their lives writing out their feelings for each other. they shared a smile, feeling secure together and lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes.

for the first time for the day, y/n was glad that jungwon had interrupted her confession, pining his heart on the board so that she could give him hers.

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Hello!! I absolutely love your page 🥰💙 and I’m sorry to hear your previous account was deleted!

I was wondering if you can do a request of little!reader getting kidnapped and hurt? And daddy!stucky saves them?

Thank you so much! 💙💙💙

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for everything! I hope you like how i turned your request ❤️

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Warnings : kinapping, angst, hurt little reader, violence, fear, cries, angry daddies

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :

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"Do you know why you're here ?"

A deep voice, deeper than ever speak as this person turns around you. If you try to move, you can't. If you try to speak, you can't. You can only let your tears falling down your cheeks and your sobs muffling by a blindfold in your mouth. You close your eyes and try to stop your sobs knowing it will pissing him more

The man kicks the chair making it shake, he grabs your hair and pulls back your head "I asked you a question" he spills through his teeth. You sobs and shake your head. The man above you smirk down at you, he pulls your hair harder making you let out a cry "your precious men are famous, right ?"

You nod your head whimpering

"And they save the world every times, right ?"

You nod your head again. Your tears fall on the blindfold and down your clothes. You sniff as you open your eyes again. The tears make you blind for some seconds but your vision get back quickly. You see the darkness in his eyes, the power he hold in one hand, the pain and anger who hide behind his darkness. The way he looks at you make you shiver, the way his fist hold your hair make you more scared than you ever feel in your life

"But they aren't only heros. They don't just save the world like newspapers like to say. They kill. They kill a lot of people and that- that's something the newspapers keep apart" he says letting go of your hair. You whine at the feeling and you watch him walking around you. He stops until he's infront of you. He rests his hands on his knees and looks in your eyes with nothing but hate "it's hard, isn't it? It's hard to face the truth. To realize that the people you love are not what they make you think they are"

You frown looking into his deep eyes "you never told yourself that there were more inside their stories ? When they told you they saved a woman, do they told you they had to kill someone to do that ?" he asks tilting his head

You shake your head letting more tears falling down your face.

"The men with who you live are killers, they kill and make it seems like a good thing" he spills narrowing his eyes "do you know why you're here now ?"

You sob and shake your head

"they killed my son. They made me suffer. So they'll suffer too"

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"Where the fuck is she ?"

Bucky yells at the babysitter. What they thought would be a loving evening, just the two of them in a romantic place turn into one of their worst nightmare. They were happy, they were happy to go out and spend a nice night at the most romantic restaurant of the city. They were happy when they walk through the door, hoping to find you curled up on their bed. They were happy at the thought of sliding in the sheets and wrap their arms around you

However, when they walked in the warm house and went in the living room, their anger and worries run in their entire body at the view of the babysitter on the phone with the police, tears running down her cheeks.

"I went in the bathroom for two minutes and when I came back, she wasn't here anymore. I searched everywhere but I didn't found her" She explains through her sobs. She watches as the two men become redder than ever. They share a look and before they start to panic, Steve asks "Are your sure you looked everywhere ? You know she loves hiding to prank us"

Bucky's fist is firmly tight. How can something like this could've happen ? They never let you alone, they're always with you and when they take one night out of the house, you disappear. "No, I swear to you, she isn't here" the babysitter says

Steve looks at his husband "Let's watch the footages. We'll have more answers" Bucky nods and looks at the babysitter "Go home Amber, we will keep you informed"

Both men walk apprehensively to the room where all the footages of the house are. When they stand infront of the cameras, their worries level up. Steve clicks on a button and they watch the evening you spend at home

You run through the house and jump in the couch. You watch Amber walking behind and sits beside you. "What do you want to watch, honey ?" She asks taking the remote. You think about it for a second before turning to face her "apuntel" you ask and she frowns

The only men who are able to understand you is your daddies

You stand up and grab the end of your hair and you lengthen them to pretend you have very long hair. You look back at her and she smiles nodding "you want to watch rapunzel ?" She asks to be sure and you nod grinning.

She starts the movie and you jump back on the couch. You rest your head on her shoulder and enjoy the movie. You sing along with the character, you dance around the couch when they dance and laugh all along the movie.

While you dance, you hear your babysitter saying she needed the bathroom. You saw her walking upstairs while you turn around just like rapunzel do in the movie. You close your eyes and enjoy your moment.

Of course you miss your daddies but you know they spend a nice evening and you know you're in a corner of their mind all the times so it help making you feel better about spending some hours without them.

You dance faster as the music goes faster. You don't see the man walking discreetly toward you. You turn around while dancing, you don't have times to gasp or even make a noise when a hand is puts against your mouth while an arm is wraps around your waist

It’s hard, almost impossible to watch the screen for the two men but they had to. They had to bring you back home

"zoom" Bucky says and learns against the table to have a better view of the screen. Steve comes back some seconds before and zoom on the face of the man who just walked in the house "do you know him ?" Steve asks looking at Bucky who nod "yeah" he says, he doesn't know how to feel, he doesn't know what emotion he has "I killed his son months ago"

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You're tired- No, you're exhausted. Trying to stay awake to be sure nothing happen to you is more exhausting than what you thought. You thought the adrenaline was going to last a long time but apparently what you thought was wrong.

You don't know what time it is. You don't know if it's the day or the night. You don't know how long you've been on this chair, tied up. The fact that you didn't see the sky and the sun or the stars make you more tired, all this weakens you mentally. Your tears keep running down your cheeks and your mouth starts hurting because of the blindfold. You try to move your hands but they're tied up on your back and every time you try to move them, you feel a harsh pain in your arms from the position

You whimper when you hear noises behind the huge door who keep you away from the world. Your body trembles when you see him walking inside. He wears black clothes and in the dark room, it's hard to see his silhouette correctly. He walks toward you but doesn't talk. His eyes are on you, the whole time. He watches you, he impregnates your fear and your weak position.

He stands behind you, you whine when he grabs a fist of your hair and you soon feel a cold thing against your throat making you gasp "don't move, if you say a word before you're allowed to, you're dead. Don't react when you see them" he whispers in your ear.

Your eyes are on the door, and only on the door. Your heart beat goes faster at the thought of your daddies walking through it at any moment. You shift a little on your chair as a strange feeling makes its way in your body. You groan when the man behind you presses harder the knife against your throat making you too scared to swallow

Steve breaks down all the door with every time the hope of finding you behind one of them. When he breaks down the seventh doors, him and Bucky run inside. They were ready to be disappointed like the firsts times but when their eyes fell on you, they felt relived for a moment. This moment didn't last long, their eyes not only fell on you but on the man behind you and mostly on the metal against you

"You went faster than I thought" A deep voice chuckles behind you "she must be important for you" he says with a smirk

"let her go, Jerry. She didn't do anything" Bucky says eyeing him. he watches all his movement, everything he says and everything he can do.

Jerry laughs "I know she didn't do anything. That's why she's here" You let out a sob. You don't know what will happen, and that scare you more than ever. Your eyes cross your Papa's and his eyes soften for a second. He swallows and tries to keep his calm, for you.

They were scared something like this would've happen and now that it's happening, they have to deal with it smartly.

"Why are you doing that ?" Steve asks moving his eyes up. "You made me suffer by killing my son, James. Don't you remember ? Last year was suppose to be my year. And because of you, it was the worst year of my whole life. I'm the one who suffered, I'm the one who lost something. This year it's your turn"

Your face grimaces from the cries who come out of you. You sniff and sob not knowing what to do. The only thing you can do is waiting for your daddies to get you out of here. The power are in their hands, just like all your hopes

"Please, please don't do that" Bucky says lowering his gun. Steve looks at Bucky's hand and frowns "Buck, what are you doing ?"

"Take me instead" Your Daddy takes a step forward the chair "I'm the one who killed your son. I'm the one who made you suffer. So I'm the one you'll go wild on"

Steve grabs Bucky's hand to try to stop him "what are you doing ? Are you crazy ?" He whispers with wide eyes. Bucky turns around and winks two times at his husband before going back on his straight face "trust me. Everything will be fine"

He takes another step toward the chair making Steve lets go of his hand "Take me. Make me suffer like you did. But let her go, please"

Jerry smirks "Is the big James barnes pleads me ?" Buckys nods "I'm begging" he says. He puts his weapons on the ground and stands up. Your eyes are wide open. You're scared about what he's doing. What does that mean ?

Your Daddy's eyes find you "can I tell her goodbye before they leave ?" he asks. Jerry sighs and rolls his eyes giving Bucky the authorization. Bucky quickly is beside you. He grabs your cheeks with his hands and looks into your eyes "do you trust me ?"

You nod your head, the sobs keep getting out

"I love you, baby" He kisses your forehead. His lips slide to your ear "don't move"

Just after saying that. Bucky grabs the knife he had on his pocket and throws it on Jerry's stomach. Jerry gasps and lets go of you before falling on the floor. Steve runs to Jerry to make sure he won't stand up while Bucky unties you

"You're okay, you're okay, little one" Bucky removes the blindfold before going to untie your feet. You cough when the blindfold fall on the ground and you start moving on the chair. Steve unties your hands and you cry in pain when your arms come back on each side of your body

Bucky lifts you up and carries you out of this room. He keeps you close to him, your arms are wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist. Your face is hide in his neck but even with that, you know your Papa is close behind you "You're fine. We're here now."

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After the doctor of your daddies went to check on you, after a bath to clean you and help you relax, your Papa lies you on their bed. You're all comfy, you're wrap in a big and warm blanket. Steve kisses your forehead "i'll be right back, sweetie" You grab his wrist before he can go and shake your head, your eyes are wide open, just like when you were on the chair

Steve grabs your hand and gently pulls away. He sits on the bed and squeezes your hands "the man who took you is gone. He won't hurt you, not anymore" his eyes travel down your face.

It pain him to see how hurt you are. Your face describes to him what he did to you, the blows you received, the pain you felt and you still feel. The only thing he can't see is how psychologically impacted you are. "I know you're scared, and in pain. But we're here to take care of you, we're here to protect you and held you when you need us to" Steve kisses your hand "you're scared and you will be for some times but we'll be here, beside you all this times"

You nod with a trembling lip. "you don't have to worry. While I go talk to Daddy, Bucksie will protect you and we will be quick. I promise" he kisses your nose "are you okay with me leaving you for a second ?

You swallow and slowly nod your head. Steve gives you a smile before standing up. He walks out of the room and goes in the bathroom to find Bucky "how are you ?"

Bucky takes a breath "I had better nights" he sighs "but i'll be fine. How is she ?" he asks looking at Steve. "She'll be fine too. Are you sure you're okay ? I know you Buck. And I know it was hard to keep your anger for yourself in that room. I’m proud of you that you succeed by keeping it"

Bucky sighs ‘’that doesn’t mean I won’t do anything to this guy. Tomorrow, we’ll go see him and he will face the consequences’’ Bucky’s fists are wrap around the sink. Steve agrees with him. They have to go see him after what he did’’we will. I just want to make sure you’re fine’’

Bucky turns around to face his husband "I'll be fine. I just have to get over the fact that I blame myself for what happened. After that, I'll be fine" Steve nods "I know you blame yourself but you're the one who saved her. Don't forget that"

Bucky gives Steve a small smile "I'll keep that in mind" Steve smiles at Bucky ‘’and you ? are you okay ?’’ Bucky asks and Steve nods ‘’if you and her are safe, nothing in this world can make me feel not okay’’ Steve winks and grabs Bucky’s hand "let's go to her. She needs us. And you need us" Steve pulls Bucky out of the bathroom and leads him to the bedroom. When they walk in, they see you fighting to keep your eyes open. You didn't want to fall asleep away from them. You didn't do it on the chair so you certainly won't do it in the bed.

"Hi, baby" Bucky smiles and walks to his side of the bed "how are you feeling, beautiful ?" he caresses your hair "m seepy" you mumble making your daddies smile. It's the first time you talk since what happened

"I'm so proud of you, little one" Bucky says kissing your forehead ‘’for everything. You were so good and we are so so proud of you.’’ You sniff and a tiny smile goes on your face ‘’it’s okay to have your eyes watering when you think about what happened. Let your tears out when you need it because that’s what will help you to get over it’’ he whispers and you nod

Steve goes turn off the light and slides on the bed beside you, he wraps his arms around you "come here, sweetness"

He slides his fingers in your hair "you don't have to be scared now. We're here with you" he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer to him. You feel the bed moving behind you and you soon feel two other arms around you. Your Daddy kisses the back of your neck "We're so sorry that we left you alone. It won't happen again"

You nod and close your eyes. Your Papa gently kisses your swollen face "we love you"

[beomanamilk]

๑ soft

yeonjun x gn!reader; fluff, est. relationship, sleepy sleepy jjun

guys i swear i’m working on the part 2 for that tyun fic i just felt fluffy and yj is on my mind so

Everything about him, you’ve noticed, is soft.

The feeling of his hand in yours, his voice as he tells you about the good and bad parts of his day, his hair which tickles your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder. But most importantly (in your opinion), the look in his eyes as he does all that.

A fine layer of gloss coats them, and his eyes shine prettily as he seems to get drowsier, closing them slowly.

You can tell Yeonjun’s trying to stay awake, as he has been for the past while. He continues to babble slowly about the events of his day even though he’s already snoring gently as he does.

He fights to keep his eyes open, trying almost too hard as he seemingly forgets what he’d been talking about, turning his head to meet your eyes with his same soft gaze.

His lips are pouting slightly as he asks you, “What was I saying?”

You smile, taking his hand and delicately pushing his head onto a pillow, watching his eyes close on reflex.

“Let’s not worry about that, hm? Just rest Jjunie, there’s plenty of time to tell me in the morning.” You can already hear more snores leaving his lips, and chuckle sweetly when he nods.

His hand holding yours pulls you down so that you’re laying with him, and he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you even closer.

His head rests on your chest, focusing on the way it rises up and down with every breath and on the soft beating of your heart.

Though it’s hard finding the energy to open his mouth, he does, mumbling a sweet, “Love you.”

You can’t help but smile and realise that you too, can be soft.

With your hand reaching up to play with his hair, you mutter back, “Love you more.”

[fandoms--fluff]

Klaus (Kol's big brother): Kol no

Kol: Kol yes

Elijah (Kol’s other big brother): Kol no

Kol: Kol maybe

Y/n (Elijah's scary protective wife): Kol no

Kol: Kol no

[ellabsbb]

⋆ₓₒ texting frenemie with benefits abby anderson ꒱

꒰ frenemies with benefits to lovers? yes i just made that up 😺mentions of nsfw but not explicit? i think. toxic abby? kinda? not really? she is a asshole tho. at first. uhh okie that’s all. i think. <3