#this is a lie there are two versions of him

[harmonysanreads]

Hello! Wanting to follow up on one of your previous posts about Phainon, cause he has been living rent free in my mind. Cause like, being with a hero is almost sobering experience I feel- especially with someone like Phainon, who Aglaea has described as more or less being the perfect hero. Someone who is willing to take on the people's hopes and dreams and make them his own. In a way, his heart will never truly be your own, cause it also belongs to the people he has sworn to protect and serve. Regardless of how understanding or patient you are, I imagine a rift would begin to form between the two of you. Now, with this in mind, imagine a certain cloaked figure taking advantage of Phainon's folly. Flame Reaver witnessing you quietly enduring current Phainon's unintentional neglect, ie his attention being averted elsewhere when you two are together, continuous post-poned or rescheduled dates, or just the general feeling of being under appreciated. Even though deep down you know he cares and adores you, it still stings. But rather than "inconvenience" Phainon with your grievances, you bear it and grin through it all. Not wanting to burden him further with your true feelings on the matter.

Flame Reaver, ever the opportunist, decides to use this to his advantage. Capitalizing on his current self's mistakes, and becoming the succor you need. Presenting himself as Phainon in order to spend time with you when you need him the most, while his true self is occupied elsewhere. Monopolizing and cherishing every moment he has with you like its his last. Which it very well may be. And naturally, you notice the change, outside the obvious change in attentiveness from "Phainon", but also the way he carries himself. No longer your bright eyed, and bushy tailed puppy of a lover. But something more…mature, or even dangerous.

The question is, will you choose to see past his carefully crafted facade, revealing the wolf in sheep's clothing before you? Or, will you indulge in the beautifully crafted lie and revel in the ignorant bliss of your new found relationship?

So, I've been thinking about this concept for months now and I've gone through four drafts in exploration of it but, nothing had managed to satisfy me. Because I kept on having this nagging feeling that I was... missing something, the actual distinction between Phainon and Flame Reaver to be precise.

Then, version 3.3's story was released and we got to see a bit more of Flame Reaver's ‘personality’ and it clicked for me. I would've typed this down sooner but the past two months have been ridiculously hectic for me, so, apologies :')

The thing is, Flame Reaver is less of a complexly intelligent life-form and more of a... worn down, broken television that only displays one channel from time to time, the buzz of its antiquity persistent throughout. A small rebellion against a set of strictly constructed programs but, shattered nonetheless.

They say, even a broken clock is right twice a day. There may be nothing but a dreadful darkness surrounding the Flame Reaver's vision and only his objective may be the beacon which keeps him adrift that abyss, but still, there is a factor that triggers his long corrupted consciousness from that blind chase — you.

When Flame Reaver catches sight of you in this cycle, still tormented by the unfiltered radiance of the sun, he feels a harrowing ache somewhere within him. It's horrifying, because it pierces through that torpid haze and jolts that remaining humane fraction within him.

And so, he abandons all fragments of reason and forfeits before you.

Insects are lured in by sources of light, humans spectate the way they jump into their demise and question, how could they be so foolish?

When Phainon sees this, the supposed architect of his nightmares, grasping onto your form, croaking your name on repeat — he shudders. He cannot even find it in himself to blink, because he recognizes the way those bloody fingers cling to your skin, those distorted crises begging you to live — it is an all too familiar scene.

The end of that tragedy is but a blank page.

[yuh13lo]

𖤐 My favorite you. C.S.

There’s a version of Chris Sturniolo that not everyone gets to see—quiet, slow-blinking, hoodie-draped, half-asleep Chris. And that version? That one is hers. Her favorite version of him.

It usually happens late at night, when the chaos dies down and the world gets soft. Tonight was one of those nights. They were curled up on the couch in the triplets’ house, movie playing low in the background, long forgotten. Chris was barely awake, head heavy on her shoulder, fingers loosely tangled with hers like he was afraid she’d float away if he let go.

He mumbled something, and she glanced down, smiling.

“What was that?” she whispered.

Chris blinked up at her slowly, a sleepy grin pulling at his lips. “Said your hair smells like cereal.”

She let out a soft laugh, brushing her fingers through his curls. “Cereal?”

“Mmhmm,” he sighed, eyes already fluttering shut again. “The good kind. Like… the colorful loops… or somethin’.”

It never made sense, the things he said when he was like this. But she loved it. The nonsense, the mumbling, the way he’d cuddle closer without thinking—pressing his face into her neck like he couldn’t get close enough. His sleepy voice was quieter, gentler. Like everything else fell away and all that was left was this warm, safe bubble with just the two of them.

“You comfy?” she asked, not really wanting to move.

Chris nodded lazily, his voice muffled against her hoodie. “You’re warm. And soft. Like… a couch. But better ‘cause you talk to me.”

She bit back a giggle. “That might be the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“You love it,” he murmured, and she could hear the grin in his voice.

And she did. She loved this version of him—the one that didn’t always have the words but somehow said everything with his touches, his half-sentences, the way he’d instinctively pull her closer when he was falling asleep.

He shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder without even realizing he’d done it. Just instinct. Just sleepy Chris.

“You’re my favorite person,” he mumbled, barely audible.

She felt her heart do that stupid thing it always did around him—skip, flutter, flip. And she knew he’d probably pretend not to remember saying it in the morning, but she didn’t care.

Because sleepy Chris didn’t lie. Sleepy Chris was soft and real and hers.

And God, she loved him for it.

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[makingfanfictionstosleep]

im just thinking about lads men as girl dads...

zayne

i cant imagine him having a girl because it would require a lot from the stoic, indifferent and serious doctor

like imagine zayne's hair with many colorful hair rubber ties, clips and ribbons

him sitting on a tiny tea set — with pink apron, forced by his princess to use his 'girl voice', surrounded by plushies

if he grows a mullet, expect that it would be tied into two ponytails or tiny braids

ballet classes — he'd be forced to memorize the steps in case his wife wont be able to cover the practice at home due to hunter missions

he'd be forced by his princess to wear a tutu

and of course the tiny version of his wife would pout if he refuse to wear a crown that should go with a tutu

of course he has to role play the fairy god mother, with the wand and again... the 'girl' voice

would play elsa because of his evol

and his wife has a whole collection of photos and videos of the great doctor zayne who cant say no to a tiny girl because he love his princess so much

xavier

his daughter's personal lampshade during scary nights

his soft, gentle voice is perfect in calming his baby girl, would lull her back to sleep just listening to him ramble about random things

would tell bedtime stories and make it extra magical because of his evol

also would be forced to be the fair god mother because he can create fairy dusts

prefers it if his daughter would play with his fluffy hair cause it means he gets to lie down

would take her to the arcade and win a lot of plushies

his daughter would always get the full princess treatment — according to philos customs

rafayel

of course his daughter is a combination of his sass and his wife's stubbornness

would often argue over petty things, but of course he is just being playful (sometimes)

gets a taste of his own medicine (and his wife would too)

he'd often get surprised with his daughter's witty comeback, to the point that he'd have to stop himself from smiling proudly because its gonna bite him back in the ass.

loves tea party — would turn his hair to his sea god form, complete with his 'girl' voice

forced to play little mermaid, with the sea shells on his chest

sometimes he'd whine at you dramatically, how the sea god's powers have been reduced to a toddler's entertainment.

sylus

complete opposite of zayne — doesnt bat an eye at every request of his darling princess

tutu and crown? he'd wear the rainbow ones.

he'd even be a stage dad, prompting his girl the steps by gesturing — with a smug look.

would often compete with his wife on the favorite parent

knows every disney princess movie song lyrics

uses his 'girl' voice at tea party, but his girl would stop him because he sounded weird (he complains about it to his wife)

would force mephisto to stay away from his girl because it would get fat again (but the crow would sneak in her room at night)

ended up influencing his girl with his love for cars and motorcycles

built her own tiny castle in his mansion

caleb

would make his baby float in the air

sometimes he'd use his baby girl's tight grip to grab the remote from the coffee table using his evol

rough house plays — tickle time, bed wrestling, etc

his princess loves his bedtime stories

lets his baby use his bionic arm as a tree branch

painted nails, make up — yes, he'd let his girl do it on him

would let his girl draw on his bionic arm, even had one drawing marked on it permanently

can do his princess' hair perfectly — pigtails, braids, buns — all of it.

of course all of them spoil their own kid rotten.

[fabuloustrash05]

Hi! I've been wanting to publish a tmnt rewrite post for a long time about what if April's "Half Kraang" arc had lasted a little longer and how will she walk the path after "The Kraang Conspiracy" episode. You, as a writer, I'd like to hear your version of how she would deal with such news rather than accept too quickly that she has been lied to throughout her life.

I'll definitely credit you as an author if I take some of your thoughts in my future post.

Thank you in advance if you read it ^^

Ooo! Yeah, I've been thinking about this too actually. In the 2012 series April seems to accept the fact she's a mutant way too quickly. I wanted to see her come to terms with it, explore how she and others (her dad specifically) feel about it and when did she fully embrace it.

April seems genuinely shocked, scared, like her whole life has been a lie, when first learning she's a mutant and rightfully so, but then the episode ends. After that reveal, she just moves on with her life, not really talking about it and showing concern about her new found identity.

The very next episode is the Fungus Humgus episode so I think it would've been a good start to explore her identity crisis. Maybe instead of the fear she's seeing being her dad as a bat trying to eat her (which can still be included) its her seeing herself transform into a Kraang like monster. Indirectly showing the audience that she's scare and confused, unsure of what exactly she is: "Am I human or a Kraang?! Why and how did this happen to me?! What am I??!!!"

I feel it would also be a good moment for her to talk with Splinter, since he's the only human turned mutant she knows (that this point) who can enlighten her on what it was like, feeling his body change and move into something else entirely, and how he came to accept his new life as a mutant. I think Splinter would admit to April he hasn't fully adjust to his new rat body and there are times he hates what he sees when looking into a mirror, but it's his sons are the ones who keep him going and appreciate the life he has now. It would also be a good bonding moment for her and Splinter, which we needed more of.

I remember one time I made a Tiktok a LONG time ago that basically went like;

Casey: You didn't say your friends are mutants! April: What's wrong with that? Casey: Mutants are dangerous! April, shocked and hurt: I'm a mutant...

So April would have moments like that where she's conflicted with mutant subjects. She's not human enough to be considered "normal" but she doesn't look mutant enough to be with them. She'd torn between two worlds and neither will accept her (cause it's established in later season that some mutants HATE humans: Punks Frogs, Alopex, etc.)

I feel there was also a missed opportunity for April to discuss this with her dad. Kirby must have SOME KNOWLEDGE about April's Kraang origin because he was LITERALLY THERE WHEN THE KRAANG TRIED TO CAPTURE HIS DAUGHTER BUT GOT HIS WIFE INSTEAD!!! (i'll get to more of that later)

The April's mom episode will also really take a toll on her, seeing that Kraang creature and fearing that is what she truly is on the inside. She has seen what she is capable of by this point and I think it would've been interesting to maybe have an episode during the farmhouse arc where April goes away for a bit, scared she'll hurt her friends until Raph is the one who finds her. He'd open up to her and tell her that while he won't understand what she'd going through, he knows he fear she has of hurting loved ones. This would also give a good April and Raph bonding moment of his sharing with her his fear of letting his anger getting the better of him that he harm hurt his brothers. Raph's words will give April the courage to go back the farmhouse.

I've always stood by the concept of April getting more Kraang features the more be begins to embrace and understand her powers. For me, it would start with April having green eyes instead of blue for the entire show (her mom has green eyes and so do the Kraang, subtly foreshadowing, you know?). Then after the season 3 finale, that's when things get crazy.

This moment is when April's Kraang side will really show. After April's freak out of Splinter's death, 6 long skinny pink tentacles will sprout from the back of her neck, pink antennas pop from the top of her head, she eyes glow full green. This is April's new look for the rest of the series. She can easily retracked them but whenever she's feeling intense emotion or even during combat, they sprout out and assist her. I can even imagine her using the tentacles to help her hold things lol.

Once April is in space, that is when she truly comes to love and embrace her Kraang mutant side. Being in space was like a self discovery journey. I feel her befriending and training with Fugitoid would help her embrace that side of her. Fugitoid would train her to properly control her powers, making her comfortable with her Kraang features being out (note: beginning of space arc she'd hide them in shame for looking like the enemy, Mikey thinks they're cool and wants to test them, but the Turtles tell him to give her space and let her adjust). The Utrom Council could also play a role in April learning more about her Kraang side, or even her mother's origin. By the end of the Space arc April would fully embrace her Kraang features and show them off with pride. This will lead to conflict with her father later in season 4.

Side note: I'd also like to add the concept of April befriending Mona Lisa and her being the one to give her ideas of how to fight with her Kraang tentacles, since Mona fights with her tail. Just a cute idea lol

April would finally confront her father about their family connection with the Kraang after returning from space, and it's reveal Kirby has always known she was a mutant Kraang, and her mother had ties with them. He just never wanted to tell her and hoped the Kraang would never find them. He never wanted that side of his daughter to come out, after all he's been through with losing his wife, he feard this Kraang side of his daughter would make him lose her too.

Spoilers for Kpop Demon Hunters, but it will be like the scene when Rumi confronted Celine for making her cover up her demon patterns;

April: Why can't you love me?! Kirby: I do! April, Kraang side coming out, full of rage: ALL OF ME!!

This drama would also tie into The Power Inside Her episode (which btw would've been a good season finale after all that build up). I don't know fully how it would play out, but her dad will play a big part in the whole Za-Naron situation. It will end with Kirby finally realizing he's fear is pushing his daughter away and he accepts her for who she is fully and is supportive from there on out.

But those are just a couple of ideas I have for this concept! I hope you like them and I cna't wait to see what you'll do with them! Feel free to add your own creative ideas too :D

[beastgreen]

Please…

Story below⬇️⬇️⬇️

Purple royalty AU

So in this AU Luna and Gen are adopted by Xeno and Stanley.

In my version Gen was doing a world tour of his magic show and he was doing his last show in Japan when the petrification happened so the story follows just like the original but with hints of him having a family overseas.

The American mission goes just about the same with a few tweaks.

Xeno still does the polygraph test on Gen because as much as he loves Gen he's still cautious and Xeno could never tell when Gen is lying so he always assumes Gen is.

So Gen developed a habit to always spew his lies in a “two truths and a lie” form to Xeno so that he would be less angry at him. Stan can usually spot a lie on intuition alone (but there are times that he's deceived as well)

Gen lies about Senku’s identity because he knows Xeno is not in a good headspace now (he knows about the failed Helium-3 plan from back in the days) and tries to find ways to initiate a truce between the two teams. Sadly Xeno is just too tunneled vision on the idea of making a perfect world so he figures out the real scientist is Senku and once Gen overhears that he sneaks out and runs as fast as he can back to the ship of Perseus hoping he's not too late. 

This scene playes out once he reached the ship:

And then Gen looks at Luna knowing she's his only hope and pleads for the first time to her to save Senku…

[all-pacas]

gregory house ships cameron/chase, a surprisingly coherent conspiracy theory: to be clear i know this isn't true and house couldn't care less. but you know what. theories have been built on less. maybe he really is rooting for these kids

s2: house, perhaps surprisingly, lays off both cameron and chase in hunting. he does briefly make fun of chase for sleeping with cameron, but otherwise has no reaction; he certainly isn't jealous or upset or annoyed by it. but, for house, a neutral reaction to something is in itself a reaction.

s3: where we see later on house does not care for foreman/thirteen, and all but demands they break up or lose their jobs, he is completely tolerant of cameron and chase making out all over the hospital in s3. while he does make a point of letting them know he knows what they're up to, he does not interfere or even make fun of them for their relationship. in fact, he almost seems to assume it's a more serious relationship than even cameron and chase do: after they've broken up in airborne, he jokes in resignation that they're still together; in fetal position he pointedly asks cameron if she loves chase, admittedly to mock her, and compares her feelings to chase to her past crush on himself. still: he is treating this as a relationship, not just casual sex.

s4: blink and you'll miss it: in the right stuff, house asks wilson if cameron followed her "beshert" (soulmate) chase back to princeton-plainsboro. he also never questions wilson's lie that they're engaged or in arizona; to house, these seem like reasonable facts.

s5/the itch: house gets curious about how the relationship is going. he asks if cameron and chase are engaged yet as though it is inevitable, and says they've been together 6 years — cameron corrects him that it's been a year and a half, but amusingly, the two have known one another for six years; that's about how long cameron has been in princeton. house notices some tension between them and reminds cameron and their patient that hiding away in your own heartbreak is bad, etc. this leads to cameron asking chase to (more or less) move in with her. house to the rescue!

s5/saviors: house pokes at cameron when she's blowing up her relationship, and criticizes her fairly heavily for it. he even goes out of his way to find her and tell her she's screwing up (barging in on her and a clinic patient) and should fix it; this leads directly to cameron and chase's engagement. house meddling is nothing new, but meddling with the purpose of getting cameron to make up with her boyfriend? house, you softie!

s5/house divided: house, traditionally not a huge fan of marriage, makes a few jokes about the wedding and is super excited to plan the bachelor party. sure, he tries to kill chase, but he has no conscious ulterior motives; he really does want to plan a fantastic party for his favorite couple. until the murder part. the episode also takes pains to have his literal subconscious tell house and the audience he isn't romantically interested in cameron in the least; he has no ulterior motives of that kind.

s5/both sides now: again, pushes cameron to get over herself and give up her husband's sperm for chase; in the middle of his own mental breakdown, house still finds the time to make sure cameron does right by her boyfriend and gets the wedding back on.

s7/8: cameron is long gone, and so house moves his attention to chase -- specifically, house is the one to point out, repeatedly, that chase's whoring and emotional vacancy are due to heartbreak/missing cameron; he even name drops cameron while doing this. house is very sure that this version of chase is not the "real" chase, and that chase is heartbroken and misses cameron. which. you know. is presented as basically true. by s8, house drops the cameron part of this equation, but is still broadly convinced chase has intimacy issues/is lonely/is becoming like house (making stupid, stubborn decisions… to make yourself miserable). sounds like maybe house thought cameron was good for chase, too!

that stupid house md DS game: he treats cameron and chase to a formal date? at a five star restaurant? no tricks or gimmicks???? i mean i know this isn't canon but wowwww

in conclusion, house ships cameron/chase and keeps pushing them to be together and thinks they're both miserable apart. and he's right <3

[sarahlittlestar17]

Beavis’ Solo

Prologue: Three Beavis, Three Fires

“Can I offer you some nachos?” Smart Beavis asked, while Earth 1’s Beavis shook his head energetically.

“Beavey!” Claire giggled. “We’re on a nacho-shaped ship, with an alien Beavis and a forty-year-old one, and this doesn’t surprise you!” Claire teased him good-naturedly.

Beavis lifted his head from the bowl, his mouth smeared with cheese sauce.

“I already knew this guy! He stole Serena from me!” he exclaimed, only realizing Claire's slightly jealous reaction afterwards.

“Beavis, Serena ghosted you and ran away… you hit the jackpot with Claire!” Smart Beavis said, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, yes! You can say that again!” Claire said proudly.

Through all this, the older Beavis watched, amused, but also a little melancholic.

His Claire had disappeared after a few encounters without a real reason.

He feared he had done something to make her run away, but in his heart, he hoped to see her again.

Claire wrapped her slender arms around the two Beavises, pulling them close.

Smart Beavis sighed, thinking of Smart Butt-Head and the frustration of not being able to reveal his feelings.

Since the adult Beavis was somehow connected to the young Beavis, Claire was also quite fond of him.

Clearly, Claire adored Smart Beavis too; in fact, what for some would have been a curse was paradise for Claire! That is, to be surrounded by three Beavises, all identical yet each one unique!

“Smarty! Don’t be jealous! You know I love you too!” Claire smiled affectionately.

“I’m not jealous!” Smart Beavis defended himself, blushing so much that his pale cheeks turned a lovely bluish color.

He wasn’t happy about having to lie to Claire, but only until she discovered her powers, then he could reveal how he felt.

Though he feared Claire would repudiate him for choosing a Butt-Head, even if he wasn't like all the others.

He was special!

The thought of his beloved made him melancholic.

Later, while Smart Beavis was busy doing things unknown to them, Claire insisted on staying with both Beavises.

Their room was small and cozy, but extremely minimalist, with a double bed and few pieces of furniture.

The young Beavis slept curled up like a kitten next to Claire, who couldn’t sleep due to all the emotions.

“Hey, Beavis?” she whispered. “Are you sleeping?”

The adult Beavis, who had his back to her, turned towards her.

“No, Claire… it’s all so bizarre, but strangely I feel happy! It’s been so long since I felt this way!” he whispered, smiling faintly as he realized how calm and relaxed he felt.

“Beavis… I’m happy you feel that way!” Claire gently caressed his cheek, then kissed his lips.

A natural and spontaneous gesture; she saw no difference with her Beavis; for her, he was always the boy she loved most.

“Have you met my adult version? What’s he like? Is he like my mother?”

The man had never seen his mother, but he was convinced she was a beautiful woman; for a moment, the thought made him waver, thinking he would like to see her again, hoping she would shower him with attention like Claire did with the young Beavis.

“I’ve never seen your mother, but I imagine she’s as beautiful as she is! You know, Claire? Sometimes I think being the loser I am doesn’t bother me… but sometimes… the weight crushes me!

I often wonder if there could be something better for me.” Beavis realized he was probably making an incomprehensible speech for a young girl like Claire, who couldn’t understand the burden of being an adult.

“You’re not a loser, Beavis! You never were!”

Beavis pulled her close, almost in a desperate act.

“Woah! I’m glad you kept your cuddly side!” Claire said, blushing a little at the sudden tenderness.

“This bizarre incident of mine hasn’t been so terrible. I’m happy to have met this slightly older Beavis!” Claire teased him good-naturedly. “And I’m happy to know that he’ll be an extraordinary and charming man like you!”

To Claire, Beavis was truly cute!

She had always preferred inner beauty to outer beauty, and in her eyes, Beavis was still a handsome guy, even if he didn’t quite represent the adolescent ideal, but Claire didn’t want a fake, unreal Prince Charming; she just wanted the boy she loved most!

“Thank you for the compliment, especially about my charm! Mhehehe! But I don’t think I’m a great ideal of a man… I’m a slacker, I still let that bunghole order me around!

I don’t know how I graduated, and I can barely read and count… I hope this young Beavis becomes something better!” Beavis felt a strong tightness in his chest, realizing how miserable his life was… even more miserable than when he was young.

“Beavis, I may be young and not fully understand why adults make certain choices, but one thing I do understand… that your fire still burns!

It can never go out!” Claire was again held in his desperate embrace; she smiled, enjoying his warmth.

“I could get used to these hugs!” Claire said, her heart pounding with emotion.

The young Beavis continued to sleep so soundly that nothing could wake him.

Claire lovingly stroked his soft, blond hair.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” he murmured in his sleep.

Claire stifled a laugh.

The two fell asleep peacefully; Claire felt safe in the arms of the two Beavises.

None of them knew what awaited them.

Only Smart Beavis seemed to know something, but he didn’t want to break the idyll that was forming.

On the bridge, as he studied the monitors with data incomprehensible to minds inferior to his, he thought of his partner Smart Butt-Head, who had remained in their dimension.

“I don’t want to hurt her! She doesn’t deserve it!”

Those words still echoed in his mind after his sacrifice.

The rightful of all the Butt-Heads, and also the bravest… but despite all this, it hadn’t prevented him from escaping his control.

He clenched his fists in anger.

“My love… your sacrifice will not be in vain!” he muttered through clenched teeth.

Although not entirely convinced, it was necessary to call that person, Planet Destroyer.

“I’m really the unluckiest of all the Beavises…” he muttered to himself, touching his bald head, feeling uncomfortable. “I, who am the smartest among the Beavises!”

He rubbed his tired white eyes and turned off the screens, then went to rest in his quarters, thinking that the next morning he would have to prepare breakfast for two more ravenous Beavises.

Chapter 1: Each one has their own light

As if waking from a dream, Beavis realized he was watching the girl sitting alone at the table through the kitchen.

“Hey, Beavis! Isn’t that the weird chick who comes here every day and orders a diet coke?” Butt-Head said, listlessly frying some fries.

“Shut up, Butt-Head! She’s not weird! She’s very friendly and often talks to me!” Beavis exclaimed, annoyed.

“That’s why she’s weird!” Butt-Head chuckled mockingly.

At that moment, Beavis simply snorted and left the kitchen.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” he asked the girl, trying to sound more confident, though in reality he felt quite shy with her.

The young girl turned, her large, innocent green eyes scrutinizing him for a while, and she blushed.

“Hi, Beavis. How’s your shift going?” asked the maiden whose name was Claire.

“That sucks!” Beavis replied, “but anyway, I feel strangely happy!”

He answered with his usual smile, which, however, melted Claire.

“Really, what happened?” Claire asked.

Before he could speak, Butt-Head dragged Beavis into the kitchen.

“That old man wants some stuff, so cook!” Butt-Head said, acting as usual, domineering and contemptuous.

“You’re such a Bunghole! I could have scored!”

Beavis threw the meat onto the fryer without removing the dividing paper and didn’t bother with the other hamburgers, letting them burn.

“With that little nerdy chick?” Butt-Head mocked him, chuckling.

“Shut up! She’s cute! You’re just jealous she only pays attention to me!”

“I don’t want anything from that ugly chick…”

Beavis snorted, continuing to cook inedible food.

He observed her again; she wasn’t a flashy girl, but she was still very pretty with her delicate features, green eyes, and graceful little body.

Meanwhile, a girl dressed in grunge style, with very short red hair reminiscent of flames, emerald green eyes, and a fox-like face covered in freckles entered in the Burger World.

She sat at a table with her legs crossed, waiting.

The girl was staring at Butt-Head.

Beavis watched the guy leave with the new girl; their shift had just ended.

Beavis checked that usual table; Claire was still there.

He approached the girl; since Butt-Head wasn’t present, he felt incredible confidence within himself.

“Listen, Claire… would you… would you… like to go out sometime!”

The girl’s face lit up with joy.

“I want to take you to a special place, but maybe you should change your uniform.”

They went to Beavis’s house where the boy changed out of his Burger World uniform.

Claire noticed the mess inside the house and the damaged walls, but still thought it was a very cute and cozy home.

“Okay, Claire, we can go out!”

Beavis appeared in his usual blue Metallica t-shirt and smiled at Claire with his characteristic expression, which, however, melted the girl.

The two young people walked side by side; Claire felt her heart pounding so hard it could burst from her chest.

To her, Beavis was incredibly cute, and she desired nothing more than to kiss him at that moment.

“This place is very special to me; no one ever comes to this hill! And I’m happy to be here with you!” Claire said, sitting on the grass.

From the hill, they could see all of Highland; Beavis sat next to her; he would have expected a more fun place, but still, the fact that this girl showed so much interest in him made him very happy.

Beavis nervously plucked blades of grass, shyly looking at the girl, who was completely red.

As he plucked the grass, their hands met.

Claire smiled, thinking she would like to hug and hold him.

“So, Beavis… is there anyone important to you at school?” Claire asked.

“You mean Butt-Head? I’d say yes, he’s my best friend… even if sometimes he’s a pain in the ass…”

Claire knew perfectly well what happened between them, and it annoyed her terribly.

She couldn’t stand to see Beavis treated that way.

“I meant… if there’s a girl you like…” Claire asked, and Beavis blushed so much he looked overheated.

“Well… actually, no! Mhehehe!”

Claire’s heart seemed ready to explode with joy.

She wasn’t sure of the answer, but she still felt she had a chance with him.

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been coming to Burger World for a while now, not to get a diet coke, but… to see someone.”

Beavis’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I guess you like Butt-Head a lot…” Beavis said with a hint of sadness.

“Butt-Head? What are you thinking?!” Claire felt a shiver down her spine.

“I… I… I’m in love with you!”

Beavis stared at her, surprised and fascinated.

For an instant, they moved closer, their faces so near.

Claire found him so cute, even with his peculiar face.

She leaned in, placing her hands on his chest with a languid look.

Her big green eyes gazed at him longingly.

She moved closer to kiss him, a kiss at first timid and awkward, then Beavis gathered courage, putting his hands on her back, waiting to see her reaction to kiss her with more fervor.

He pushed her onto the grass, continuing to kiss her; at that point, Claire realized things were heading in a certain direction.

She didn’t mind, but she didn’t feel ready yet, and especially not there on that hill.

Her body stiffened; it was rare for Beavis to pick up on girls’ signals, but at that moment, he realized it wasn’t the time to continue.

He could perceive that there was no repulsion in her, as often happened; she liked Beavis, and a lot, but she simply wasn’t ready yet.

“Woah… you certainly don’t waste time, do you?” Claire said, getting up, trying to defuse the tension.

“Can you blame me? I’m a 17-year-old boy who has never…” he stopped, embarrassed, but Claire seemed to have caught on; she placed a hand on his cheek.

“Me neither, actually…”

“Claire, I really like you so much! Seeing you at Burger World always made me so happy; you’ve always been so friendly!

So I… I…”

Every time he had to express his feelings for her, it was very difficult.

“Come on, Beavey!” Claire had perfectly understood what he was about to say, but she wanted to hear it from him.

“Beavey? I like that name!” He gently brushed her arm, “I’m in love with you too!”

Claire smiled sweetly, letting him continue to touch her slender arm.

“Can I at least have another kiss?” he asked, gently pulling her close.

Claire didn’t pull away; to Beavis, it seemed incredible that this girl didn’t resist, humiliate him, or make fun of him.

Claire pursed her lips, closing her eyes and inviting him to take the initiative.

They exchanged a long and tender kiss.

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"Look, Smart Butt-Head! Aren't they adorable?" Smart Beavis said, gazing at his counterpart and Claire on the screen, letting out a dreamy sigh.

"Yeah, but what about Planet Destroyer, though?" Smart Butt-Head asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Hey... what's going on in that big head of yours?"

Smart Beavis smiled, tugging seductively and playfully at the stole of his robe.

"Smart Beavis... I know I'm hot, but is this really the time?"

Smart Butt-Head tried to maintain some decorum.

"As if you don't like my attention!" Smart Beavis feigned a pout, getting up from the chair as the loving couple from Earth 1 moved away from their screens.

Smart Beavis fixed him with the look of the adorable scamp he was.

Since they had renovated the nacho ship, expanding its interior, they almost always spent their time on it.

"We need to make sure the girl gets her powers... and you know that's your job since she resonates with all the Beavises in the multiverse." Smart Butt-Head was still fascinated by Smart Beavis's flirtation, but he wanted to maintain his composure.

"You just can't be serious, can you?" Smart Butt-Head asked as Smart Beavis had, in the meantime, approached with his usual roguish smile.

"Seriousness? What's that?" Smart Beavis teased him.

Smart Butt-Head sighed, resigned.

"You mischievous little runt..."

"I'm not a runt!" Smart Beavis protested. "But I am a bit mischievous!"

Smart Butt-Head pulled him close, accepting his advances.

He had to admit to himself that he loved to tease that adorable scamp.

Smart Beavis wrapped his small arms around his neck to kiss him.

"Oh, well... let's let the two lovebirds enjoy their moment."

Smart Butt-Head commented, holding Smart Beavis tight around the waist.

"And let's let these other two lovebirds enjoy their moment!"

The two brilliant young boys had recently discovered they were in love, so they were still in the phase where they could hardly tear themselves away from each other.

While on screen, Beavis and Claire peacefully spent their time, slowly discovering their love.

The two Smarts headed to the bedroom, with a particularly satisfied smile from Smart Beavis.

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“Why don’t you get your ass up and go get some beers?” Butt-Head said, burping disgustingly.

“Why don’t you buy them yourself?” Beavis replied, annoyed by his usual overbearing and irritating manner. “I’m not your errand boy!”

Beavis was particularly nervous; he took a sip from his can to ease the tension.

“You’ve already had six, leave me that one!”

Butt-Head reached out, expecting Beavis to give in as always; the man pulled his hand away, looking at him with contempt.

He was beginning to be fed up with being treated that way.

“You drank all of them… this is the last one!” Beavis replied through clenched teeth.

Butt-Head didn’t tolerate his insolence and, as usual, slapped Beavis in the face, snatching the can to drink it, ending with a loud burp.

Beavis was livid with rage.

He felt humiliated, frustrated, and could no longer tolerate the situation.

“Drink it all! Sooner or later that gut will explode, asshole!”

“Beavis, if you use that tone with me again, I’ll kick your ass!” Butt-Head hissed through his teeth.

“As if things would change if you used a gentler tone anyway…”

Butt-Head delivered another slap; Beavis, enraged, punched Butt-Head in the stomach, who was breathless for a moment.

He got up from the couch; he wasn’t proud of himself when it came to these points.

“I’m leaving! I can’t stand you anymore! I’m going back to my mom’s house!”

“Yeah, that old hag!” Butt-Head chuckled, continuing to drink Beavis’s beer.

“Stop always insulting my mom!”

It was late in the evening as the man walked through the streets, reaching their old house; although Shirley had moved to a nursing home, she hadn’t wanted to sell the house.

Everything remained as it was: the old red sofa, the television, even the damage to the walls they had made in their youth.

Beavis sat on the sofa as memories of the past returned to his mind.

Of how much he had been crushed and reviled.

What he hadn’t done in so many years happened all of a sudden.

Large tears rolled down his face, marked by so many difficulties.

If he hadn’t followed him, maybe he would have gone to college.

At least he would still have his job at Burger World instead of being a slacker.

Tears flowed copiously, and his glasses were all fogged up.

He heard the doorbell ring; he wiped away his tears and cleaned his glasses.

Listlessly, he opened the door and found a woman more or less his age wearing two round glasses behind which stood out two green eyes so beautiful they made him forget his sadness.

“Hello, ma’am…?”

“Claire Valentine. Don’t you remember me? We were in class together!”

Beavis vaguely remembered that shy girl at the back of the class who seemed to always watch him.

“Do you still live here? I thought I’d find your mother.”

Beavis let the woman in, seating her on the sofa.

“My mother has been living in a nursing home for years, but she doesn’t want to sell the house. I come sometimes to tidy it up.” He said, trying to proudly hide his swollen, red eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Claire asked, noticing his evasive gaze.

“Ah, yes… I’m allergic to pollen! Mhehehe!”

He tried to lighten the mood.

“I have nothing to offer you, unfortunately, only a glass of water. Not living here anymore, my mother and I don’t keep anything in the house.”

“Thank you, that’s fine.”

Claire seemed rather embarrassed, but not by the state of the house, nor by Beavis, or at least not in a negative way.

“Why did you come here? We barely talked at school, and we haven’t seen each other in years.”

Beavis was actually happy to have a female presence in the house, even though he wasn’t much in the mood at that moment, he hoped, as always, to seduce her; all in all, she was exactly his type of woman.

He sat next to her; her proximity made him feel nervous, but it was still thrilling.

“Well… I actually… there’s something I feel the need to tell you.

Meanwhile, we live close enough, so I often see you around; once we even talked.”

Beavis had never realized it; perhaps he had even seen her, but he still didn’t remember talking to her.

“I was wearing sunglasses and you tried to hit on me!” the woman laughed. “I admit I wouldn’t have minded… if I hadn’t had to run to work!”

Beavis felt a strong sense of shame, although at that moment he seemed to remember having been quite gallant by his standards.

But had that woman just said she enjoyed it?

Surely she was making fun of him!

But indeed, that time she didn’t seem annoyed.

“Listen carefully because it’s not easy for me… the fact is, I’ve loved you since high school, and when I saw you again… I realized those feelings have never faded.”

Beavis’s eyes widened in astonishment! He would never have imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, that such a woman would ever declare her love for him!

“I’m very flattered… really, I never thought I could be liked by anyone in high school, and that I could even continue to be liked now that I’ve aged so much…”

He said with a hint of embarrassment. The fact that his face was so marked by wrinkles despite still being a young man bothered him, and not a little.

Especially compared to Butt-Head, who was the same age and hadn’t been so marked by time… because, of course, it had taken away his youth.

“I always thought you were such a lonely boy, but still so sweet.

Listen… I understand that I showed up suddenly, and I don’t expect anything from you.

However… I ask for at least one night.

Then, if you want to see me, I’d be so happy!”

Beavis’s heart pounded in his chest, and his head felt empty.

Was he dreaming?

Did that woman really desire his company?

“Well, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.

But about the night, were you serious?”

Claire took his face in her hands to kiss him; besides her love, she wanted Beavis to finally feel desired by someone.

The man encircled her waist with his slender arms, finally letting himself go to something he never thought could happen.

That kiss seemed almost a dream that he had believed unattainable for years.

They stayed on the couch, cuddling.

Beavis wasn’t yet in love with Claire, but he felt a new feeling blossoming.

“Let’s see each other again, I don’t like the idea of it ending here…”

Claire kissed him affectionately.

“I hope so too!”

In her innocent green eyes, there was deep devotion.

Claire caressed his chest as she snuggled into it.

“I’m glad we found each other again.” She said, continuing to caress his naked chest.

“Me too! Mhehehe!”

Beavis gave in to that sweet and delicate touch.

Finally, it wasn’t just slaps and humiliations.

This time, they were gentle and loving caresses, and all in all, he didn’t mind.

“What soft skin you have!” Claire said, kissing his chest.

“Well, it’s always been like that! Mhehehe!”

That night they slept together in the bed that had belonged to his mother.

Embraced and finally feeling part of something.

Beavis couldn’t sleep; he was too excited.

He watched Claire sleeping in his arms, feeling protected.

Beavis buried his face in her hair and then kissed her forehead.

Claire moved closer to him, and in an act of tenderness, the man held her tight, finally falling into a serene sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed!

I'm still waiting the invitation on AO3, then I will post it there!

I know someone that will be happy! 😉 @smartbeavisandsmartbutthead @silveridot

[critterishere]

First image was drawn like 11 days ago I think,,,,

the virus….. it’s changing me…….

[seenthisepisode]

i did something that was absolutely legal but it feels completely illegal and i am so stressed i have a migraine

[oldcurse]

Having a relapse moment

[riverlethea]

lie low at lupins

[street-smarts00]

(i only came to this) party 4 u

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: For the first few months you worked with the avengers, they barely knew you. Beyond what you were like during a mission, you were a mystery to them. It was truly marvelous how well you worked with the team and yet there was so little they knew about you. 

You barely went to team bonding and you NEVER went to Tony Stark's parties. Well, not until last night. And you’re never going again. 

Because of James Bucky Barnes.

WC: 11.4k

Tags/warnings: shy reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, intoxication/drinking, emotionally constipated reader 

A/N: this is the longest thing I’ve written, WHOOPS. I couldn’t stop with this one so hope some of y’all enjoy it! Ps: no I don’t know what card game Steve and Bucky are playing, make believe (shrugs) beta read by my friend @whats-yesterday00

It’s official. You’re never leaving your room again. 

Not after what happened last night. 

From this moment forward you are not leaving your room. No matter the reason. No matter how much they beg. 

Actually that’s a lie, you would have to leave your room at some point. 

But you’re going to camp out in your room for as long as possible. 

There’s a chance that if you do leave your room, and risk running into him, you’ll melt into a pile of goo on the floor. Or maybe you’d implode from the mortification.

Either way, you shouldn’t risk it. 

You should just revert to the old version of you. The girl that didn’t ever leave her room. Was too intimidated by the other avengers to spend time with them. The girl who — even though you had been given a warm welcome — didn’t feel like part of the team yet. 

For the first few months you worked with the avengers, they barely knew you. Beyond what you were like during a mission, you were a mystery to them. It was truly marvelous how well you worked with the team and yet there was so little they knew about you. 

Steve would occasionally organize team bonding events. After you joined, Steve planned them more frequently. A subtle way to get you to open up to them. 

Sometimes you would attend. Key word, sometimes. 

Usually, it would take some convincing from a few of them. Like when Sam would crack some jokes about how this week you HAD to be there because they were doing XYZ and so on. At some point you’d feel guilty for missing it and show up only to sit there quietly the whole time. You’d speak when spoken to, but never intentionally join a conversation. 

A majority of the time, you wouldn’t feel up for socializing and gave some excuse as to why you’re not feeling well. Steve never pushed you to show, but his eyes grew soft with concern whenever you told him you couldn’t attend. 

But, at some point, the Avengers noticed a change in you. You stopped turning down bonding events and started actually participating. They would find you hanging out in the lounge more often or sticking around to watch movies. 

After a long and brutal game of Uno during game night, they were all left surprised by how excited and competitive you were. The game ended with a stare down between you and Clint. 

You were still a relatively shy person, just more willing to open up and be yourself around them. None of them knew what caused this sudden change, but few of them had their theories. 

The first time you were tempted to leave your room was about two months after you started living in the compound. 

You were standing on the only chair available in your room which happened to be the swivel desk chair. Was it the safest way to hang up your room decor? Probably not. But you wanted to decorate your walls and this was the only way to do it. 

Your arms were starting to grow tired. One hand was holding up the poster, desperately trying to keep it straight, while the other was trying to rip off a piece of tape. 

Somehow the chair moved just the right way and you lost your balance. You stumbled to the floor and took the chair with you.

“Shit!” You loudly groaned after landing on your side with a thump. 

As you carefully stood back up, you heard a voice from the other side of your door. 

“You okay in there?” 

Your stomach dropped at the realization someone heard you fall. The urge to ignore the voice was strong, but you also knew they were just trying to check on you. 

With a slight limp, you approached the door and opened it. Behind it was a concerned Bucky Barnes. Up until now, you’d never gotten this close of a look at him before. You never noticed how blue his eyes actually were. It was almost hypnotizing the way you were so easily lost in them as he stared back at you. 

“Are you alright? I heard a crash.”

You blinked back to reality. “Yeah I’m fine. I fell trying to put up a poster,” you gestured towards it- now discarded (and thankfully not ripped) on the ground. 

He peeked inside to see the fallen chair and poster. “Want some help?” 

His kind gesture shouldn’t have surprised you. There was no indication Bucky Barnes was a bad guy. He was a great partner to work with in the field and his friends spoke very highly of him. But it did surprise you because outside of that, you never really had the chance to actually interact with him. 

You also heard a notorious amount of grumpy old man jokes from Sam that you didn’t exactly know how to interpret. 

“Yeah sure,” you nodded. 

He followed behind and entered your room. He examined the decorations you managed to put up in the time you’ve been living there. 

There were various music and movie posters of pop culture he mostly didn’t recognize. There were fake plants littered all around the room, scattered on different surfaces. The shelves were also covered with books. Rows and rows of books, that would’ve taken him years to get through. Close to the ceiling were strings of lights that gave the room a soft warm glow.

While he stood in the quiet of your room he noticed the faint music playing in the background. His face grew with curiosity as he looked around for where the sound was coming from. 

“What song is that?” 

You walked to your desk and grabbed the chair off the floor. “I’m not sure. It’s a playlist of old music I found online. Sometimes I like to put on old music from the 30s and 40s to have as background noise.”

You pointed to a YouTube video playing on your computer. 

“You like old music?” He inquired, looking slightly surprised. 

“Yeah, but I don’t know much about it,” you shrugged. “I don’t know what was popular back then or have any favorites.” 

He glanced at the video playing on your computer, “I could give you some recommendations if you want.” 

“Really?” you asked with growing enthusiasm. 

The corners of his mouth threatened to perk up. “Yeah why not? If you wanna get into that type of music. Who better to learn it from?”

“That sounds great,” you said with a shy smile. 

The realization dawned on you that now you were both just standing in the quiet of your room. You grabbed the poster and cleared your throat to grab his attention. 

“Oh right,” he mumbled, looking a bit flustered and ran a hand through his short hair. “Where did you want to hang it?” 

“Up here,” You pointed to the empty space on the wall next to your desk.

He took the poster from you and carefully stepped on the chair as you held it still. He placed it against the wall, following your directions for where to hang it. You handed him a few pieces of tape and he slowly flattened out the poster before sticking it to the wall. When he was finished, he stepped off the chair and took a step back with you to get a proper look at it. The picture hung high above your desk. A starry sky with a collection of different constellations.

“It looks nice. I like what you’ve done with your room,” he complimented. 

“Thanks. And thank you for helping.” 

“It was no problem. Wouldn’t want you breaking a bone from falling off a chair,” he lightly teased. 

You started to blush at the embarrassing reminder. “Please don’t tell anyone about that.” 

Bucky pressed his pointer finger and thumb to his lips and ran them across his mouth, showing you his lips are sealed. 

After he left, you admired the poster on the wall, listening to the music still playing in the background. The image of him still fresh in your mind. 

Bucky was nicer than you expected. Not that you expected him to be an asshole. But he was one of the few Avengers you hesitated to talk to because they were a bit intimidating outside of work. Bucky had a consistent glare or grumpy look on his face that kept you at arm's length. 

The day after the poster situation when you made yourself coffee in the morning, someone stopped near you and waited for their turn to use the coffee machine. 

“Hey, I made that song list I was telling you about.” 

You looked to see Bucky standing next to you and digging something out of his back pocket. He handed you a folded piece of notebook paper. 

“Most of them are from the 30s and early 40s, songs I used to listen to. But I also included some late 40s and 50s songs I was introduced to after the war and … everything.”

When you took the paper from him your stomach swirled with something you haven’t felt in a long time. 

“Thanks,” you replied sweetly, “I’ll give them a listen later.”

He offered you a small smile before filling his mug with coffee.

That was probably the first time you started to see through his tough exterior and he let his real self shine through the cracks. 

_____

After that day you started to pay more attention to Bucky. In the field, in the compound. Just in general. 

While you still didn’t spend much time with the team, in the brief moments that you did, your attention would drift towards him. You were more aware of his presence when he was near.

And you did in fact give the songs he recommended a listen. You listened to them quite often actually. 

You were still listening to those songs weeks later.

You were in the kitchen listening to your new “oldies” playlist. It was late in the night and you needed to focus on something that wasn’t the chaos swarming in your brain. So, you decided to break out the baking supplies and royal icing you bought weeks ago. 

As you flattened out the dough with a rolling pin a figure appeared from the dimly lit hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked once he noticed your presence. His voice was laced with sleep.

“Making cookies,” you answered, grabbing the cookie cutters. 

He walked closer to the kitchen island and leaned his forearms on the counter. “Why are you making cookies at one in the morning?”

“Stress baking.” 

There was a pause as he watched you cut flower shapes out of the dough. 

“Can’t sleep?”

You shrugged without looking up, “something like that.” You didn’t feel like elaborating. 

This guy you barely know definitely does not want to be hearing about how you can’t sleep from anxiety. He didn’t need to hear that after the last mission you went on with the team your brain was constantly screaming at you all the things you did wrong and could’ve done better. 

“Do you do this a lot?” he gestured towards your work. "Bake in the middle of the night?”

“I have once or twice. It also helps that no one is coming and going so I get some peace and quiet.” 

Bucky visibly tensed at your explanation, “sorry I ruined it.” 

Your head perked up immediately to prove him wrong. “It’s alright, you didn’t.” 

He looked relieved to hear that. 

“What are you making?” 

“Sugar cookies, but I’m gonna put icing on when they’re done.” You placed the cut out dough on the baking sheet. 

Your stomach coiled with nerves before speaking again. “I could save you some. If you want,” you said in a quieter voice. 

His eyes softened and he smiled at you. “That’d be great.”

As you continued placing cookie dough on the sheet, he walked over the fridge to fetch what he came down to the kitchen for. 

Now that the room was quiet, he could fully process the music that was playing in the background. For a moment, he stared at the inside of the fridge as he listened to the beginning notes of the next song. 

He finally grabbed the bottle of water and closed the fridge door before eyeing you with a quirked brow. 

“Billie Holiday?” 

You looked up from the cookies in confusion. You momentarily registered the song playing in the background was “What a Little Moonlight Can Do” by Billie Holiday. One of the songs from the list he gave you. 

“Oh yeah I finally made my own playlist. Most of the songs are the ones you gave me,” you grabbed the baking sheet and carefully placed it in the oven.

“You liked the songs?” His voice sounded like it had a hint of surprise. 

You nodded as the corners of your mouth perked into a grin. “I do yeah. They’re really good. It’s different from the normal stuff I listen to but it’s really growing on me.” 

Joy inched its way onto his face as he listened to you. “That’s great. I’m glad.” 

You leaned back against the counter and took off the apron you were wearing. “You have good taste in music.” 

The ends of his ears turned red, “Thanks.” 

Silence returned to the kitchen. you both stood there not knowing what to say next. The air between you was thick, like you wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words. 

The song continued playing in the background, almost taunting you. 

You’re in love 

You’re hearts a flutter 

And all day long, 

You only stutter 

How dare Billie Holiday tease you right now with him in the same room. Who gave her the permission to take a peek into your heart and put it on display in front of him. 

The music was disrupted by Bucky clearing his throat, “well, I should go back to my room.” 

You shoved your hands in your pockets, “hope you get some sleep.”

He nodded before making his way out of the kitchen and walking down the hall. 

A few seconds after you were sure he left, you took a long deep breath. You stood there grappling with the fact that you definitely were starting to feel something for him. 

Something strong. 

Something you couldn’t get rid of.

The next morning you stood on the other side of Bucky’s door with a small plastic container in your hands. 

This was starting to feel silly. You’ve stared down countless criminals and kicked the crap out of them. But this was making you nervous. 

With a shaky hand you finally knocked, and hoped that he was actually in his room. 

It took only a brief moment for Bucky to answer. He must have just showered. His hair was a bit messy, slightly damp and he smelled nice. He was wearing one of those black compression shirts that hugged his muscles all the right ways. 

It should be illegal for him to look that good. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, surprised to see you. 

His question paused your ogling and brought your attention back to why you were there in the first place. 

“I saved some cookies for you,” you offered him the tupperware. 

Bucky’s eyes softened as he glanced between you and the dessert. He took the container from you and opened the lid, looking down with a smile at the flower cookies with purple, yellow and pink frosting. 

“Thanks, they look amazing,” he complimented. “Hope you didn’t stay up all night making them.” 

You shrugged, “It’s fine, I ended up getting some sleep. It helped me clear my mind.” 

Only because something else obsessively invaded your thoughts. Someone that cleared away the anxiety from your job. 

_____

As the weeks rolled by, you started to leave the sanctity of your bedroom and brave the common areas. 

Was it because of Bucky? Maybe. 

You found yourself intrigued by the man. And it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. 

That’s why you slowly but surely started to hang out with them more. You needed an excuse to be around him. 

It was almost embarrassing how much your crush on Bucky was affecting you. You were so worried about talking to the other teammates, yet desperately wanted to talk to him. Even if it was for a fleeting moment. 

The team took notice of your increased presence around the compound. Some were quiet about it, others weren’t, and loved to tease you. 

In a weird way, the teasing made you feel more welcomed. Like you were really part of the team. 

“Well well well,” Sam started with a smirk as he walked into the gym. “Look who’s training while the sun’s still out.”

You froze in the middle of wrapping your hands to look up at him, Bucky, and Steve about to start their workout. 

”I’m not nocturnal Sam,” you joked back.

Usually, you would visit the gym at night before you went to sleep while no one else was there. As of lately, you had a slight change in routine. 

“Could’ve fooled me. I heard that you bake in the middle of the night.” 

Your eyebrows raised at his comment, “How’d you know that?”

“Little birdie told me.” his grin couldn’t get any wider. 

You looked to the only possible suspect. Bucky’s eyes quickly averted from you as his ears turned pink. 

Steve shook his head with a smile at his two friends. He tapped Sam’s shoulder before making his way to the bench, “c’mon quit bothering her.” 

Sam playfully rolled his eyes at Steve before pointing in your direction, “I better see you at game night later.” 

You shrugged, “Maybe I could stop by.” 

“You better stop by. We’re breaking out Uno,” he beamed before following behind Steve.

You smiled to yourself as he left and finished wrapping your hands. Before you could hit the punching bag, you realized Bucky didn’t leave to join Sam and Steve. 

“You want some help?” he offered while pointing towards the bag.

You nodded as nerves turned your stomach. “Yeah sure.” 

He walked closer to the punching bag, held it, and prepared for you to strike. 

You exhaled and prepped your stance while staring at the bag in front of you. Your punches started off weak and hesitant — mostly because of his presence — before you slowly relaxed and drew more of your strength. 

Besides Sam and Steve, another Avenger that always tried to rope you into social functions was Tony. Occasionally he would throw some party for a holiday or even for no special reason, simply because he wanted to. 

The only party of his that you attended was the first one he threw after you joined. Only because he didn’t give you much of a choice. After that, you never attended another Stark party.

Well, until last night.

“I’m going all out for this one. Thor’s coming back to earth and man does that guy like to party,” Tony boasted about his plans for the weekend in the lounge. Or what would soon become last night's party. 

You silently sat in the corner of the couch “reading” a book. Well, you were reading but now you were nosy and listening to the people around you. As part of your attempt to be more social with the team, you bravely chose the lounge instead of your room.

You heard earlier that Thor was returning after being away from earth for a few weeks doing some Asgardian space duties you didn’t know the details of. 

“Don’t set anything on fire this time,” Wanda teased before taking a sip from her mug.

Tony spun on his heel to point at her. “That was not me!” 

A few chuckles could be heard throughout the room, even a quiet one from you. You’d heard the same story from three different people about how Tony swears it wasn’t his fault that his drink spilled and caused a small electrical fire. 

“Regardless, it’s going to be amazing and I better see you all there on Friday,” he then pointed at Bucky playing cards with Steve. “And that means you Barnes. Don’t think I forgot you missed out last time.”

”Looks like I lucked out considering you almost burned the place down,” Bucky quipped back without looking up from his cards. 

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t me,” he mumbled under his breath. 

Steve nudged his best friend before placing another card down on the coffee table. “Come on Buck, it’ll be fun.” 

Bucky gave a long stare to Steve. You noticed he tended to do that a lot. Turn a normal glare into a staring contest with Sam or Steve. A few seconds passed before he placed his next card down with a sigh. “Fine.” 

Having sensed that your eyes were on him, Bucky glanced up at you from across the room. Your gaze darted away and back to your book in an instant. 

Tony noticed this and walked closer to the couch, studying you trying to read. He could clearly tell you were listening in and watching. “What about you, wallflower?” 

Your head perked up in confusion. 

You knew he was addressing you because of the nickname. At first Steve was worried about Tony calling you that, but you actually secretly liked it. It was like the teasing, made you feel more included. 

“You wanna step out of your comfort zone? Ready to mingle?” 

You let the question hang in the air for a moment, contemplating your response. After hearing Bucky’s answer, the idea of attending Tony’s party was sounding more and more appealing. 

“I might.” 

You tried to ignore how a few sets of eyes landed on you. Including his. 

“Seriously?” Tony asked, not expecting you to actually accept his invitation.  

”Yes seriously, I’m considering it,” you answered with more confidence. 

Tony excitedly snapped and pointed at you. “That’s a yes! You can’t take that back.” 

You awkwardly smiled in return. 

“Finally! I knew this day would come,” Tony cheered as he left the lounge. 

You attempted to actually read your book now but felt Bucky’s gaze lingering on you. When you met his eyes, they returned to the pile of cards on the coffee table. You then finally went back to your reading. 

_____

You don’t know what feels worse. The pounding headache from last night's drinks, or the anxiety pulling you apart from the inside out. 

While you laid in bed, the lights were kept dim to not aggravate your headache further. You were admiring the poster Bucky helped you hang up. For so long you’d look at it and your thoughts would drift to the man who helped you hang it. Your mood would lift or your heart would flutter making you feel giddy. 

Now, you wanted to rip it off your wall. 

It stared back at you as a reminder of what you did last night. You couldn’t stop thinking about how it only took a little liquid courage and one single brave moment to embarrass yourself. You most likely ruined your chances of becoming real friends with him, or even something more. 

There’s no way Bucky actually wants to be with you. There’s no way Bucky felt the same way, held the same admiration for you that you did for him. He’d probably be nice about it and let you down easily. 

Well, he tried to let you down easily, but your fear interrupted him before he could inevitably ask you to forget about what happened. You couldn’t listen to it. You didn’t want to hear the heartbreaking reality that he didn’t want you beyond a spur of the moment fling. 

You’d rather just let the whole thing blow over. Let Bucky take your silence as a signal to let this pass. Let everyone forget about it and go about their business like normal. Because words always travel fast here. And by now everyone probably fucking knew about you and Bucky. 

As the hours rolled by and the sun was setting, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you ran out of the water and food stashed in your room. 

You have to leave. As much as you don’t want to, you have to. 

It kind of felt weird, spending all day in your room. You’d just started getting used to being around everyone, that now it felt kind of normal. You almost looked forward to the social interactions. Even if you didn’t speak a lot or join in some conversations. Just being around them felt … nice. 

You rolled over in bed and reached for your phone left on the nightstand. After turning off do not disturb, the screen was flooded with notifications. Part of you was surprised that they were checking in on you considering it used to be normal for you to live like a hermit.  

Natasha: Morning sleepyhead, you hungover? Feeling alright?

Clint: I got doughnuts, you better get down here before Thor wakes up and eats them all 

Steve: Hey, you doing okay? 

Let me know if you need anything

And 1 missed call followed by 2 texts from Bucky:

I know you’re hiding in your room 

Can we talk?

You really didn’t want to talk. Because you knew he wanted to talk about last night. You weren’t ready to have that conversation yet. You weren’t ready when Bucky tried knocking on your door hours ago and you still weren’t ready now. 

Maybe later tonight. Depending on your bravery. 

You didn’t answer any of their messages. Just got out of bed and shoved your phone in your pocket. 

You hoped there wasn’t a large crowd or any crowd period in the kitchen. But unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. As you approached the kitchen you heard voices that only got louder as you got closer.

You stayed behind the doorway while you listened. Not exactly intentional eavesdropping. More like you froze at the realization they were talking about you. 

“What the hell did I do now?” Tony complained, he sounded offended. 

“You told everyone about me and Y/N,” Bucky scolded Tony, his tone sounding bitter and angry.

“Correction, I told two people last night,” Tony countered. “It’s not my fault that the gossip was so juicy it spread like wildfire.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” Bucky grumbled. 

“What’s unbelievable is you and your girl not making out sooner.” 

You heard Bucky sigh and after a pause he quietly mumble, but it was loud enough for you to hear. “She’s not my girl.” 

Those words echoed in your ears as if you heard it up close. She’s not my girl. 

A suffocating ache wound itself around your chest. Your fists clenched so tight, your fingernails made an imprint on your palm. 

His girl. You could only dream of being his girl. 

You almost went back to your room. Almost. But you were already here, and the kitchen wouldn’t be empty for hours. 

During the pause in their conversation, you passed the threshold. The room fell silent. The sound of a pin drop could bounce off the walls. You felt the tension in your bones with every single step you took. 

You didn’t look any of them in the eyes. You couldn’t. Just kept your focus trained on the floor as you moved the counter. 

From the cabinet, you found a large refillable water bottle to stock up and keep in your room. You waited at the fridge for it to fill. 

All their eyes on you made your whole body tense. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. Their looks weighed like a heavy blanket and they practically saw right through you. 

Steve was the first to break the silence. “How’ve you been? Are you feeling alright?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. You don’t know the last time you said something, your voice was probably hoarse. “I’m fine. Was a bit hungover this morning, didn’t feel well.” 

The second the water bottle was filled, you tightened the lid and turned back to the counter where you found the box of doughnuts that Clint texted you about. With a nervous hand, you grabbed the last chocolate frosted doughnut. 

You belined for the hallway, eager to leave when Bucky called your name. His voice reached through your chest cavity and squeezed your heart. You didn’t stop walking. You couldn’t speak to him. Not yet. 

____________________________

“And that means you Barnes. Don’t think I forgot you missed out last time.”

Instead of actually acknowledging that he was absent during Stark’s last party, Bucky opted for poking fun at the man. He didn’t even have to look up from their card game to know that Stark was rolling his eyes or pinching his brow in frustration. 

Bucky felt Steve’s elbow nudge his side before he placed another card on the coffee table. “Come on Buck, it’ll be fun,” Steve tried to encourage. 

Bucky stared back at his best friend, trying to silently tell Steve that he would rather Stark actually burn down the building.

Bucky hates parties. 

Actually that's a lie. 

Bucky Barnes used to love parties. Before HYDRA, he used to be the life of the party. He’d be cracking jokes with his pals or going out dancing with dames. The music was loud and the excitement ran through the room and into your bloodstream, carrying you across the dance floor. 

After everything that happened, he didn’t have much party left in him. It left him more reserved, more introverted. His blood ran cold now. 

He always went to those team bonding things Steve organized because, well it was Steve, but they were also smaller, more intimate. He even found himself having fun. Some of the movies the team chose were weird, but some he really liked. During game nights he was more engaged then he expected he would be. 

But the large parties he wished he could avoid. Now, the loud music irritated his ears. The modern music that played wasn’t to his taste and hard to dance to. The very few festivities he did attend, Steve managed to convince Tony to play one or two old songs from the 40s or at least the 50s, but that was it.

Steve stared back at him with an expression he was all too familiar with. It was the same look that Bucky would give scrawny little Stevie back in the day when he tried to convince him to join.

Bucky sighed and placed a card on the table. “Fine,” he grumbled. 

In his peripheral vision, he sensed someone looking in his direction. When he turned away from their card game, he was met with your eyes. But only for a second, before they retreated back into your book. 

Steve's mouth curled into a smile as he put down another card. “Who knows you might like it. And maybe your girl will go,” he whispered. 

“She’s not my girl,” Bucky muttered back. The words tasted bitter in his mouth. He didn’t want a reminder that he didn’t have the luxury of calling you his girl. 

From the moment you met, he knew he needed you in his life. Not just because you were pretty. And God damn it you were so pretty. But because you were enchanting. 

It was like you had some magnetic pull on him he couldn’t avoid. 

He’d worked with you on multiple missions because of course Steve immediately caught whiff of Bucky’s interest in you and paired you guys up. He saw first hand the power you wielded during a fight. The mysterious way you hid in the shadows and snuck up on people rivaled only him and Natasha. He almost got knocked out once because he stood there watching you attack a guard that towered over you like it was nothing. 

Steve wouldn’t shut up about that for a whole week. 

But when you weren’t beating up criminals or sitting in silence during mission briefings, he barely saw you. You almost never showed face at team functions and (more importantly) you never spoke to him. 

He was worried you didn’t like him, or even worse you hated him. Steve and Sam tried to convince him that wasn’t true but it still never left his mind. It was still in his mind when he passed by your room and heard that crash. Bucky remained cautious, scared that you would ignore him or act coldly, but he still felt compelled to make sure you were okay. 

And when he did finally get the small chances to talk to you, to see the parts of you that you often hid, he felt a thousand times lighter. Bucky saw the light in you grow brighter as you became more comfortable with the team. 

In the moments you let your walls down, you shined like a diamond. 

But he never saw you shine like that at Stark’s parties. 

Bucky shook his head as he placed a new card,  “besides, she never shows, you know that.” 

Bucky noticed Stark approaching you to test the waters with an invitation for you to attend. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but then again, it isn’t exactly a private conversation. And he had enhanced hearing anyway. 

“You wanna step out of your comfort zone? Ready to mingle?”

“I might.”

His head immediately snapped in your direction. He couldn’t hear what Stark asked you, he was too focused on your response. 

“Yes seriously, I'm considering it.”

As of lately, you had a habit of saying you might go instead of actually saying yes. He noticed this because every single time you said ‘maybe,’ you showed up. It seemed like a way to give yourself an escape. A safety net to land in the roaring sea of anxiety. 

But if you were considering it, that definitely meant you were going. 

He tried to not linger on the fact that his heart rate increased the more he thought about it. 

Stark seemed quite excited at your answer. “That's a yes! You can’t take that back” 

You gave a bright smile in response. Bucky loved your smile. He’d go to hell and back to see you smile. 

He didn’t realize he was still staring until you looked up from your book. He quickly returned his attention back to the cards in his hand. 

Bucky cleared his throat, “is it my turn?” 

“Nope,” Steve tried to hide the humor in his voice as he placed a winning card. 

Bucky sighed while tossing his remaining cards on the table. He wasn’t too bummed about losing the game though. He was still thinking about seeing you Friday night. 

_____

Steve Rogers is a traitor.

Well, at this very second he is a traitor. Because he is on the dance floor, dancing with you. 

Slow dancing with you. 

Bucky was watching from afar. Wait, that sounds creepy when he thinks about it like that. He was observing the party, and naturally his gaze landed on you. How could it not? In every room he entered, he looked for you.

The party had started by the time you showed up. He was in the middle of conversation with Sam when he saw you walk in by yourself, fashionably late. 

He could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. The burgundy dress you wore made his head dizzy. 

Bucky had a plan. He originally was going to catch you on the dance floor with a song that was easier to dance to, aka an older song. But you were already dancing with Steve and Wanda when one of those newer Sinatra songs came on. Well, new to him. A while back Natasha gave him a crash course in 20th century music after the war. 

Should he be bitter and maybe just a tad jealous? No, he shouldn’t. He had all night to ask you to dance and yet he stood off to the side. Then Steve swooped in and ruined his plans. 

And now the little punk was dancing with you. 

Of course you wanted to dance with Steve. You were closer with him then you were with Bucky. Steve was the first person you started opening up to. And why shouldn’t you? Steve’s amazing. He’s sweet, courageous, a gentleman, someone to look up to. Hell, Bucky looked up to him. Even when Steve was that scrawny kid in Brooklyn, Bucky admired his bravery and good heart. 

Steve was a good man. Bucky was a broken one. 

“Oh no, who’s victim to your impenetrable stare now?” Natasha asked as she approached him. 

“I’m not staring,” he mumbled, pushing off from where he was leaning on the bar and turned his back to the dance floor.

“Sure, and Tony isn’t drunk.” 

“Got the fire extinguisher on deck?” He downed the rest of his drink and left the glass on the bar. 

She chuckled, “yup.” Natasha walked around behind the counter and grabbed herself a fresh wine glass. “You know, if you ask her to dance, she’ll say yes.” 

Bucky hated it when she saw right through him. For a woman with no enhanced abilities, Natasha sure had a way of reading people. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You’ve been watching her all night, Barnes.”

He cringed, “It sounds creepy when you put it like that.”

Natasha shook her head and smiled as she continued to pour herself a glass of red wine. “Then don’t put so much distance between yourselves. Maybe actually talk to her, ask her to dance.” 

“She’s already dancing with Steve,” he answered, looking down at the counter. 

She raised an eyebrow at him in fake confusion. “That’s not jealousy I hear, is it?” 

“I’m not jealous,” Bucky quickly rebutted. He paused while his jaw clenched. “I just don’t wanna bother her.” 

Natasha sighed as she put the bottle away. “You don’t bother her. Believe me.” 

He crossed his arms, “how would you know that?”

She carefully swirled the red liquid in her glass. “The same way I know that you’ve wanted to dance with her all night.” 

Bucky stared at her with annoyance and disbelief written all over his face. Natasha stared back at him with a slight smirk knowing she was right. 

Their staring contest was abruptly interrupted by Thor stumbling towards the bar. 

“Romanoff! Barnes! How are you enjoying the festivities?” Thor beamed. Bucky couldn’t tell if Thor was just that excited or if he was bordering on intoxicated.

”I’ve been having a wonderful night but“ —Natasha gestured towards Bucky— “I don’t think he’s in a partying mood.”

Thor looked at him with a slight pout. Yeah he was probably a bit intoxicated, Bucky thought.

”That sounds terrible. We need to fix that right away.” Thor rushed to the cabinet to grab a fancy looking bottle and two clean short glasses. He set the bottle on the counter across from Bucky and waved a hand behind it to show it off. 

“I brought this back from my most recent trip to Asgard. It has aged for a thousand years. It’s too strong for mortal men, but you my friend” —he patted Bucky on the shoulder— “are well suited for it.” 

Thor poured some of the drink into each glass and pushed one closer to Bucky. “This should help raise your spirits.”

He stared at the honey colored liquid hesitantly before picking it up. “Thanks pal.” He offered a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

Thor raised his drink to the man across from him. Bucky took another look before raising his drink and clinking it with Thors. He took a sip and found it to be sweeter than he expected. 

It was also much stronger than he expected. 

Thanks to the discount super serum he received, he couldn’t get drunk. Bucky hasn’t been drunk since 1945, the last time he went out to a bar with the howling commandos. 

After two and a half of whatever that Norse drink was, he was starting to get that dizzying buz he hasn’t felt in decades. He wasn’t as drunk as Thor or Tony were, but he was feeling more confident than he had been earlier in the night.  

He wouldn’t bother to hide the glances he threw your way. At some point he got rid of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. If someone asked if he did that because he was warm or because he wanted to show off to you, he wouldn’t have answered. But it was pretty clear when he noticed you looking at him and he would stand up straighter or flex his arms. 

Then of course when you caught his eyes he winked at you and then smiled when he saw how bashful you looked. 

Bucky was definitely having a better night than before. And it just kept getting better the more he interacted with you. 

His favorite —but also least favorite— part of the night was when he accidentally ran into you. 

He was leaving the bathroom at the same time you were. As he turned the corner he stumbled into your side, not expecting you to be there. As Bucky collided with you, you yelped and almost fell down yourself. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he apologized as he tried to regain his balance. 

You grabbed onto his arm and helped him stand straight. “It’s fine, no worries.” 

His chest ached at the feeling of your hands on his bicep. 

A look of confusion crossed your face before you asked, “are you drunk?”

”No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him; your expression screaming that you don’t believe him. 

“Maybe,” he mumbled. 

You scoffed and let go of his arm, cautiously as you made sure he wasn’t going to fall over. “I thought guys like you and Steve couldn’t get drunk.” 

“We can’t. But Thor gave me this funky Asgardian beer.” Bucky's words slurred together as he explained.

“I think it’s mead.”

He looked baffled, “what’s mead?”

You shook your head amused, “not beer.” 

He scoffed and pointed an accusatory finger at you. “Don’t talk like I can't smell the tequila on your breath,” he joked.

You playfully swatted at his arm away using very little force. “Shut up, it’s the first time I’ve let loose in a long time.”

He loved seeing you riled up. You looked so adorable. 

”You should do it more often.”

”Drink?

“No, come to these stupid parties,” he gestured down the hall to where music was coming from. 

“I will if you’ll be there,” you replied in a sweet tone. You sounded more forward than he was used to. He was a bit surprised but decided to lean into it. 

“Is that a promise?” 

“Maybe.”

“Good,” Bucky smiled as he remembered what it meant when you said maybe to plans.

He hoped you would keep showing up. He’d go to every single one of those dumb parties if he knew he’d see you there. 

“I like seeing you like this. More social, having fun. No more hiding in your room.” 

“I didn’t hide,” you protested, even though you knew he was right. 

“You avoided us like the plague,” he countered. “For a while I thought you didn’t like me,” 

Your jaw dropped at his confession. “You thought I didn’t like you?” Your voice sounded both a bit worried and surprised.

“You never spoke to me!” 

“I gave you cookies!”

“But that was like-“ he paused to do the mental math, “three months after we met. Before that I wasn’t sure.” 

You relaxed as you settled with the information. “Okay, but it wasn’t just you. I didn’t talk to anybody,” you answered with a shrug. 

“And look at you now.” He gestured to you with a small smile of admiration. “Going to parties, spending time with us. You looked like you were really having fun.” 

Your eyes lit up with a look of realization as you leaned back against the wall. “Wow, you were watching me?” You teased him. 

Bucky should’ve known that would come and bite him in the ass, again. 

“I wouldn’t say watching.”

You squinted at him, that glimmer still present in your eyes, “hmm sounds like you were.

“I can’t help it, not when you look like that,” he said in a sultry voice. 

You tilted your head, “like what?” 

Bucky licked his lips as he fully took you in. Even as your makeup took the toll of the night, you still looked perfect to him. Your eyeliner was a bit smudged and your lips still shimmered from the left over gloss. He gazed down at your dress, it had a flowy skirt that hid some of your curves but a slit down the side that gave him a view of your leg.

“Like the most beautiful woman at this party.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Come on,” you playfully dismissed his compliment. 

Bucky took a step closer to you. “I’m serious, I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he continued as his voice got lower. 

Your cheeks turned pink and your voice raised in pitch, “you’re such a flirt, Barnes.” 

“Maybe,” he returned with a smirk. “Doesn’t change the fact that you are breathtaking.” 

Now your face was crimson. You tried to bite back a giddy smile but he could see right through you. 

“Stop being so sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you.”

Bucky's heart pounded in his ears and he felt his face start to heat up. He desperately hoped you weren’t kidding. 

He quickly glanced at your lips and leaned closer. “Oh yeah? What’s stopping you?” 

Your eyes slightly widened at his question, like you weren’t expecting him to take you so seriously. He watched the contemplation in your features as you stared back at him. 

Hidden behind his confident exterior, Bucky’s stomach was churning as he awaited your response. Even with the alcohol swimming through his bloodstream, he still had a lingering cloud of anxiety telling him you really didn’t want to kiss him. Telling him that you didn’t want him. 

“Right now?” You whispered. You looked up at him with those doe eyes that made him weak in the knees.

Your gaze darted between his and lingered on his lips. “Nothing,” you breathed before capturing his lips in yours. 

Bucky was taken by surprise at your forwardness, his lips froze for a split second before moving in rhythm with yours. You reached up, placing your hands on his neck and face. He sighed against your mouth as you pulled him down closer to you, desperate to taste him. 

Bucky’s hands traveled up and down your hips, starved for more of your touch. His metal hand settled at your waist while his right hand slipped past the slit in your dress and grabbed at your thigh. You leaned into him, your back arching off the wall you were pressed up against and your leg wrapped around his, pulling him closer. He continued to paw at your thigh, his hand sneaking higher and higher, finding its place on your ass. A soft moan escaped you, trapped against Bucky’s lips. The sound tasted like heaven to him. 

Asgardian alcohol was nothing compared to the intoxicating drink that was you. Bucky was lost in the touch, the smell, the feel of you. He breathed you in like it was his first breath of fresh air in years.

It was like the earth stopped spinning just for you two. Time was put on pause and there in that secluded hallway, you and Bucky were the only people in the world. 

Of course, you were in fact not the only people in the world, let alone that party. While your lips were still interlocked and hands grabbing at each other, footsteps inched closer. 

Immediately you pulled away from each other at the startled gasp of, “holy shit!” 

Bucky and you froze in horror at the man across the hall. 

Neither of you noticed Tony approaching around the corner. He stared at you with shock written all over his face, which then transformed into a cheeky grin. 

“Wow, and to think you two almost didn’t show up.” He pointed at both of you, “If you guys get married, I better get credit in your vows.”

“Stark,” Bucky warned in a sharp tone, staring daggers at the man in question. 

Tony raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t mind me. Please, go back to eating each other's faces.” He chuckled before retreating down the hall back to the party. 

Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Even after he cut it he couldn’t shake the habit. 

He couldn’t look you in the eyes yet, still too flustered. “He’s such an ass,” he joked, shaking his head. 

You fixed your hair and offered a nervous smile. “Yeah, I know,” you mumbled.

The air in the room wasn’t the same after Tony walked in. The realization of what you were doing had caught up to both of you. Bucky had wanted to kiss you long before now, he just never expected it to be a spur of the moment first kiss. 

That doesn’t mean he regretted it. Not one bit. 

“We should probably return to the party.” Bucky cleared his throat, “listen I know it might be a bit awkward when we get back but, I wanted to ask if-“

”I’m sorry, I um,” you interrupted with a slight panic in your voice.  

“I’m gonna go. Have a good rest of your night Bucky,” you excused yourself with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Bucky watched you shuffle away and down the hall, in the opposite direction of the party. His posture deflated as his stare lingered from where you left. He tried to ignore the slight ache in his chest but it stayed, infecting his heart like a poison. 

Finally when he had the chance and nerve to ask you to dance, you ran away. 

_____

From when he returned to the party to the next morning when he woke up, that ache didn’t fully go away. It became quieter, more tolerable to deal with. But still present. 

He tried to dilute it with reasonable answers. You might have still been flustered from being caught in the hallway. You might have been more drunk than he thought and didn’t feel well. 

But his train of thought always returned to anxiety and doubt. The voice in the back of his head that told him you didn’t want to be seen with him. You were embarrassed to be seen kissing him. The voice that screamed he wasn’t good enough and you would never have feelings for him. 

For now he would shove down those left over doubts. Try to ignore them the best he could. 

Unfortunately that wasn’t an option when he was hounded at breakfast. 

When he walked in the kitchen, he felt the tone change. It was subtle, but as Sam, Clint, and Yelena’s conversation died down, he sensed multiple pairs of eyes landing on him. 

“So Bucky, how was your night?” Sam asked before sipping his coffee. 

Bucky walked to the coffee machine and grabbed his own mug from the cabinet. “It was good,” he muttered. 

Yelena spun in her chair to face him, “you had fun?”

“Sure, I guess.”

Sam quirked an eyebrow at him. “You guess?”

“Why do you care so much?” Bucky groaned as he poured a fresh cup of coffee for himself. 

“No reason, just wanted to see what you thought of the party.” 

Bucky shrugged, turning back around to face the group. “It was like every other party.”

“You don’t get drunk at every other party,” Sam countered in a snarky tone. 

“I was not that drunk,” Bucky protested.

“Drunk enough to get freaky in the hallway?” 

Sam’s question had Bucky gripping his mug so hard he almost shattered it. Anger seeped into his bloodstream that made his veins hot.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head. “Stark, that son of a bitch,” he grumbled under his breath. 

Yelena's interest was piqued at Bucky's reaction, confirming her suspicions. “So it’s true? You and Y/N kissed?”

“Oh they did more than kiss,” Sam added. 

“Sam,” Bucky warned with a sharp tone.

“Did you see him peacocking? He kept flexing his arm muscles at her and at one point I think I saw him wink. I guess all that paid off.” Clint finally added his thoughts, amusement creeping its way onto his face. 

Yelena sat with a smile, still processing the information. “Wow, I didn’t think you two would get together for another month or more.”

“We’re not together,” Bucky corrected. The words tasted like a nasty poison on his tongue. 

“You will be soon,” Clint insisted. 

“Don’t bet on it.”

“What are you talking about? Sam asked. “You like this girl. You’ve been crushing on her for months!”

Bucky’s jaw clenched before. His stomach boiled over with the feelings he tried to push down. 

He shook his head and waved them off. “Never mind.”

Yelena leaned forward, eager to understand. ”No wait, Bucky what happened?” She asked calmly, voice filled with concern.

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His lips sealed shut while he stared at the floor, contemplating how honest he should be with them. 

“It’s nothing. After Stark walked in on us she didn’t exactly tell me how she felt about the kiss.” Bucky nervously ran a hand through his short hair. “I tried to ask her to dance. She left before I could spit it out.” 

“She’s a shy girl. She was probably overwhelmed and embarrassed.” Clint offered. 

Not embarrassed because of you, Bucky tried to remind himself. 

Sam stepped closer to Bucky, his tone of voice much more serious than before. “Just talk to her about it. I’m sure she feels the same way.”

Bucky looked down in his mug, the hot black coffee staring back at him. “Have any of you seen or talked to her yet? It’s still early. I don't know if she’s awake.”

”No, she hasn’t been down here yet,” Yelena answered. 

Clint grabbed out his phone, “I’ll text her-“

”No, Clint,” Bucky cringed. 

Clint held up a hand to him, still typing away on his screen. “Calm down, I’m telling her about the doughnuts I bought.” 

Bucky’s tense shoulders relaxed at the explanation. 

“Let me know if you find out she’s awake. I’d hate to wake her up just to pester her about this.” He grabbed his coffee and a doughnut for himself from the box on the counter. 

“Leave a chocolate frosted,” he instructed as he walked to the lounge. “She only likes those.” 

____

It’s been three days. 

In the last three days, he’s seen you once. When you tip-toed into the kitchen, barely looking him in the eyes.

He already thought about you every day. He’d leave his room with anticipation, eager for the chance to see you. 

Now that same anticipation had a sour taste. Bucky would go to the gym, lounge, or kitchen with hope that he would see you there. And every time he was crushed at the sight of a room without your presence. 

You had gotten pretty successful at staying hidden. After that brief awkward encounter on Saturday, you made yourself completely undetectable. He should’ve known it would be an easy feat for you considering you were a spy before joining the Avengers. The only indication that you were even still in the compound were the clean dishes on the drying rack and the missing food from the fridge. 

Not only was Bucky missing and craving your presence, but he had to sit with the unknown meaning behind your kiss. He had no idea how you felt about him, and it drove him mad.

The lustful look In your eyes and the desperate touch of your hands on him told him that you might feel the same way. But the way you recoiled and shut yourself out said something else. 

One thing he did know was that all this overthinking was going to be his downfall. 

It was past midnight and instead of staying in bed, struggling to fall asleep, he decided to go to the gym and let out some stress. 

Little did he know he wasn’t the only one with that same idea. 

He wasn’t that surprised to see some of the lights on as he approached the gym. Every so often someone was working out late at night. Who he didn’t expect to see was you, laser focused as you striked at the punching bag.

Bucky stood still for a moment, watching you, debating whether or not he should leave you be or talk to you. 

His legs seemed to be moving on their own as he approached you. 

“Want some help?” 

You jumped, startled out of your focus. “You scared the shit out of me!” You placed a hand over your heart, probably felt it pounding. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You didn’t answer my question though.” 

You looked at him with puzzled, furrowed brows. 

“Do you want some help?” He repeated, gesturing towards the punching bag. 

You paused before answering in a calm tone. “No thanks.”

You shifted your weight and prepped your stance, attention returned to the bag. 

“I thought you didn’t work out this late anymore,” Bucky commented with fake innocence. 

You shrugged before you started punching again. “Guess old habits die hard.” 

“Like hiding in your room?”

You hesitated. He watched your jaw clench before you punched again. 

“I am not hiding.”

“I haven’t seen you in three days.” 

Your punches got stronger while your voice stayed calm. “Didn’t feel well. Needed rest.” 

“I texted you.”

“Sorry,” another punch. “Didn’t see it.” 

Bucky exhaled, “Why are you lying?”

“I’m not-“ 

“Yes you are,” he interrupted, a bit of frustration leaking through his firm voice. 

“We’ve barely seen you. And this isn’t like when you first got here, because I still saw you back then. You’re ignoring us.” 

You’re ignoring me, he wanted to say. 

Your attention broke from the punching bag. Your hand landed limp against it as you turned to him. 

“Why do you care?” You asked with more curiosity than you showed on your face. 

“Because I’m worried about you. And I know something’s wrong.” 

You didn’t reply. Just stared at the floor and picked at the wraps on your hands. 

Bucky didn’t want to pester you about it, but he had to stop you from isolating and keeping everything bottled up. He knew better than anyone what that felt like. The desire to hide away and run.

He could see the walls you built up slowly starting to crack, but you held on so tight to that security. Desperate to not let it fall down. 

He was going to get you to open up, whether it hurt him or not. 

“Is this about the kiss?” 

Your eyes squeezed shut and fists clenched. “Bucky, I really don’t want to talk about that right now.” 

“Well when do you feel like talking about it?” He interrogated, folding his arms. “Tomorrow? A week from now?”

“Fine!” You snapped back at him. “We got drunk, flirted a little and kissed. Can we just put this behind us and forget about it?” 

Forget about it? You really want him to forget about the kiss? The best kiss of his life. The kiss that brought warmth back into his cold veins. Forget the kiss that made all the decades worth of tension fall off his bones and disappear for a few minutes. 

He scoffed, “I’m sorry but I can’t just forget about it.” 

Your cheeks that were previously pink from your work out turned red. 

Bucky kept his gaze trained on you. He watched your eyes repeatedly dart away from him, still trying to hide while you stood right in front of him. 

“Why did you leave after we kissed?” He asked, keeping his voice steady even while his insides were twisting. 

“Bucky,” you groaned, pleading with the man in front of you. 

“I gotta know.” 

You looked down at your hands and resumed picking at the wrappings. 

“Did you mean it?” You inquired, deflecting from his question. “What you said that night.” 

He pursed his lips, trying to mentally sort through all the things he said. “Which part?” 

You paused your fidgeting, hands tense as you spoke. “All those nice things you said about me. When you said I was the most beautiful woman at that party.” You finally looked at Bucky, eyes swimming with uncertainty. 

“Did you mean it, or were you just flirting?”

You were trying to hide behind a guarded expression, but Bucky could see the vulnerability in your eyes and hear it in your voice. 

You felt the same way about him. 

But just like him, you didn’t believe your feelings were reciprocated because of the overwhelming fear. Your vision was clouded by fear and doubt. 

He took a few steps closer. You took a half step back. 

His eyes stayed on you. He never wavered. 

”I meant all of it,” he answered softly. “Every single word.” 

Your eyes widened and lips parted. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

You gave him a nervous grin and shook your head as you tried removing the wrapping from your hands. ”That’s overselling it a bit,” you lightly joked. You fought the hand wrap with a shaky hand, struggling to take it off. 

Bucky inched closer. Before you could register what he was doing, he reached forward and gently grabbed your hands. He separated them and continued undoing the wrapping for you. His touch was soft as he handled you with the utmost care. 

“I’m being serious,” he started, eyes trained on your hand. “Whether you believe me or not.” 

He finished working on your left hand and moved to your right. You didn’t protest. You didn’t stop him. 

“If you really want to forget about the kiss. Go ahead.” But now he knew you didn’t want to forget about it. He swallowed, preparing to place his own heart in the palm of your hand. “I don’t think I could ever forget it. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Friday.”

He chuckled as a blush crept its way on his face. “Actually, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time we met.”

He felt your hand freeze against his. “Bucky, that was over 6 months ago,” you reminded him breathlessly. 

He finished unwrapping your hand, looked up at you, and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered. 

Bucky still held your hand, neither one of you moved away from the other. 

You took a deep breath, the expression on your face looked like you were mentally wrestling with yourself. 

“What were you going to ask me before I left?” You asked cautiously. 

“If you wanted to dance with me.” The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as his cheeks turned pink. He softly caressed the back of your hand, “I’d been trying to ask you all night but never got the chance. Or the nerve.”

Bucky searched your eyes and found wide pupils in a sea of emotion. He wasn’t sure if they shined from the lighting or if they were glossy. 

You licked your lips, “I would’ve said yes by the way. If you asked.” 

He smirked back, stomach fluttering with butterflies. “You mean if you let me ask?” he asked, tone laced with sarcasm.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “yeah. I was just being an asshole.“ 

“You’re not an asshole,” he countered, genuinely. 

You squinted and tilted your head. “I was a little bit.” 

He chuckled in defeat, his thumb still tracing your skin. 

You peered down at your hand intertwined with his, swallowing down the nerves caught in your throat. “I uh- I was scared and catastrophizing. I thought of the worst case scenario and let it control me. I shouldn’t have run away, I’m sorry.” You sounded small, defeated. 

With his free metal hand, Bucky gently pulled your chin up to look at him. “You’re not the only one who gets stuck in their own head,” he comforted. Your breath shuttered as his touch traveled to the side of your face before brushing your hair behind your ear. “Just don’t shut the world out okay?”

You nodded, with a bashful smile. “Okay.” 

Bucky’s mouth curled up in a way that matched yours. “I love your smile,” he complimented, his voice dripping with admiration. 

You bit your lip as a blush danced across your face. “Don’t say sweet things about me. It’ll make me want to kiss you,” you warned with a teasing hint in your tone.

Bucky's smile turned to a wicked grin. He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours as he caressed your cheek. “What’s so wrong with that?” He whispered with desire. 

He felt your breath against him as you whispered back. 

“Nothing.”

Bucky wasted no time and captured your lips with his. He instinctively reached for your waist and pulled you closer, flush against him. 

This kiss was different from the first one. You still tasted the same on his tongue, your lips left the same imprint on his. But the rhythm was different. No rush of passion. No hunger that needed to be resolved. 

It was slower, more delicate.  Like the two of you were absorbing the others' existence into your bloodstream. 

When you separated from him Bucky chased after your lips. You giggled as he pecked all over your lips and cheeks. Your laugh only spurred him on more as he grabbed on to your face to keep you still and smiled against your skin. 

You made him feel lovesick. He felt like he used to, back in the 40s, before everything went wrong. He felt like Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky chuckled as he finally retreated from his kissing attack on your face. He stared at you lovingly, his hands traveling back down to your hips.

“So, hypothetically, if I were to ask if you wanted to go dancing, like we find somewhere in the city we can go to dance one night, what would you say?”

You looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Is this a hypothetical or are you asking me out?” You pondered with a mischievous tone.

Bucky loved it when you teased him like that. You were going to drive him insane. 

“I’m asking you out.” 

You stood up straighter, your eyes pierced him with confidence. “Then do it.”

Warmth stirred in his chest as he finally asked what he’s been meaning to for so long. 

“Would you like to go dancing with me?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a soft, quick kiss against his lips. “I’d love to.” 

_____

The lounge was quiet. Yelena sat on the couch with Wanda as a movie played in the distance. Steve sat on one of the chairs ignoring the movie, his nose deep in a small notebook he liked to sketch in. Natasha sat on the other chair, her back and legs against the arm rests as she focused on a book. 

The elevator dinged when it reached the floor. As it opened, Bucky walked out and passed through the lounge with you in his arms bridal style and barefoot, holding your heels in your hands. 

All of their eyes slowly peered away from what they were doing and towards you and Bucky. 

Natasha was the first to comment on the display, “uh, Barnes, why are you carrying your date?” 

“I complained my feet hurt on the way home and now he won’t put me down,” you announced back to her. 

Bucky abruptly stopped in his tracks. “Do you want to walk back to your room?” He asked, voice deep with a teasing tone.

You sunk further into his chest as a blush crept onto your face. “No,” you mumbled quietly.

He chuckled and continued walking. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Awe, what a gentleman,” Yelena remarked.

“Anything for my girl,” Bucky yelled back as he walked away with you in his arms.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for them to get together for weeks!” Yelena joked as she turned back to the group. 

“Try months. I knew that when she started leaving her room it was because of him,” Natasha added.

Steve looked up from his notebook, a small glint of amusement in his eyes. “Why do you think I pushed for him to go to that party? I had a feeling she would go if she knew he would be there.” 

“Seems like everyone knew but them,” Yelena remarked.

“I’ve known the whole time.” Wanda chuckled, “For two quiet people, their thoughts are awfully loud.” 

[aeyumicore]

misty invasion - no restraint

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: xavier x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with some/little plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 5k words (jesus i even cut 1k out)

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, spoilers AND alterations to ‘no restraint’ (xavier’s misty invasion card), switch!xavier, slightly dark!xavier, super possessive!xav, so much pussy eating, nose stroking clit, cumming on pussy then using as lube, mating press, sensory play but not actually, thigh biting, ankle kissing, foot massage, slight finger sucking, slight dub-con somno at the end, use of y/n

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3 | sylus's version | raf's version | zayne's version

━ ✧.˖ A/N: sorry this is late! I’ve been dealing with some harassment but won’t get into that here. You guys have been waiting so patiently for this one and i’m so excited to finally share it with you guys. I love writing and it’s incredible to have people to share my passion with, so please enjoy xavier fuckers!

part three is our dear xavier! idk how this one got so long i cut 1k words and its still 5k LOL somehow longer than sylus’s? i haven’t written for xavier in sooo long so this was both challenging but fun! I miss him <3 I wrote xavier as more dark!xav than the soft xavier, but there’s definitely a good mix of both

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

As a Hunter, you’ve had to thoroughly train your senses to be as adept and and accurate as possible, to keep yourself, your fellow Hunters, and the citizens of Linkon safe.

Sight. The ability to track every micromovement a Wanderer made and react in milliseconds. Being able to quickly spot things that don’t belong, indicating something more sinister.

Hearing. Being able to detect even the mutest of sounds. The muffled shuffling of leaves, a slight creak in the wind that could warn you of incoming danger.

Smell. The almost imperceptible scent of different species of Wanderers, each one specific to each genus, able to provide valuable information on what to expect.

Touch. The distinct textures of your different UNICORN issued tools and weapons, the simplest grooves and ridges helping you quickly discern what is what in moments of life or death.  

What you hadn’t necessarily needed was the sense of taste, but that wouldn’t be a sense you’d need as a Hunter. Right?

In the soft glow coming from the protocore you and him had confiscated from an illegal protocore trade, Xavier sat at the foot of the bed you’d be sharing tonight. The soft orange light emanating from the protocore casts a vaguely romantic atmosphere around the two of you. It was suffocating and addicting all at once.

Perhaps it was your fault, you’d teased him, claiming the protocore in question had dulled your senses, a side effect from its unique Protocurves. A clear and obvious lie. 

But you hadn’t expected him to respond so boldly. 

To test your sense of sight, moving from his spot across the hotel room to approach the foot of the bed, sitting so closely that you could see the droplets of water dripping down his bare chest, gliding along the grooves of his muscled abdomen.

To test your sense of smell, leaning in so teasingly close to you that the soft clean smell of his pheromones, akin to fresh laundry blowing in the spring breeze, invaded your very essence. 

To test your sense of hearing, whispering dangerously sultry but innocent words under his breath to taunt you, seeing if you could hear how much he wanted you. 

To test your sense of touch, reaching out to grasp your face into his fingers, warm from the hot shower he’d taken. So daringly caressing your warm cheek in his palm, with a heated desire that you knew could consume you whole. 

It was truly all enough to drive you utterly insane, at the point of no return, nearly jumping him right then and there.

Perhaps Xavier could see that, deciding to give you a temporary reprieve from all the “sensory tests” to complete a test of his own 

His voice is a faint murmur, “Before the rain stops, is there anything you want to do?” His words sound less like a question and more like a plea. Bordering on a demand. 

At his words, your eyes trail to the body lotion you’d set on the nightstand next to the Protocore. You’d just been about to apply it before Xavier had come out of the shower. You bite your lip at the thought of his strong hands rubbing the expensive cream into your aching muscles. Xavier’s eyes follow yours, and he smiles gently, standing up to grab it from the side table. 

He unscrews it, the soft scent of strawberries wafting in the space between you. Under the soft glow of the Protocore, Xavier’s face is flushed, his breath unusually heavy. His eyes are focussed on the body lotion, but you can just barely see the stormy heat behind them. 

“What, are we testing your senses now?” you tease him, sitting up with your hands hugging your knees. 

Xavier sits back down on the bed, the mattress dipping at your feet. Your toes brush against the soft silk of his bathrobe, the knot even looser now, leaving far too little to imagination. His voice is gentle, but urgent, “The Protocore’s Protocurves can…dull a person's senses.” 

He places his palm gently on the underside of your thighs, pulling your bare calves toward him. His touch is impossibly soft, yet strangely enough it leaves your skin burning. You let your body be guided towards him until his chest is practically pressed against your knee. With your bare calf in his hands, it makes it difficult to think. But you do your best to speak, “So…are you affected by it too?”

As Xavier smears the lotion across your flushed skin, he murmurs, “Maybe.” He takes another scoop of the cream into his fingers.

“It’s possible…I won’t be able to feel you anymore from now on.” His eyes are trained on your leg as he speaks, fingers wandering from your knee to your exposed thigh. Though you both know his senses were, and would be, perfectly fine, the longing in both his low voice and dark eyes felt completely real.

As his hands rub into your skin, his fingers briefly find their way under your nightdress. He leans down, resting his chin on your knee. He practically hugs your legs to his chest, the opened jar of lotion still in hand. WIth his curious fingers on your thigh, under the lace hem of your nightdress, you try and distract him from your flushed face. You take a small dollop of the lotion in his hands, teasingly brushing it to his nose.

“What’s the fragrance? Can you smell it?” Xavier’s face on your bare knee doesn’t move, but his eyes flit up to yours, dark and amused. 

He has a barely perceptible smirk, fingers stroking small shapes into the area where your lace nightie meets the skin of your exposed thighs, “Strawberry.” He sounds uncharacteristically self-assured, his chin moving down so that he can smell your skin. 

You shiver as you feel the cool inhale of his nose against your knee. His lips ghost along your leg as he breathes in the scent, lingering for so long you’re nearly quivering against his hold. His hand grips your thigh possessively as he murmurs, “Or maybe...that scent…is cherry.” The way he buries his face into your legs, inhaling so deeply, is nearly enough to have you passing out.

He comes back to nuzzle his chin into your knee, glancing up at you in an expression that is eerily dark and soft all at once, “Was I right?” His words are gentle but there’s an exhilarating taunt underneath them. It only makes you want to taunt him back.

You reach for his ear, noticing it’s unusually peachy pink, stroking along the soft lobe, “Here’s another test. What do you think my hand is doing right now?” Xavier’s eyes close at your touch, his breath heavy and hot against your thigh. His brows furrow, and if it weren’t for the way he leaned into your touch for more, you’d almost think he was in pain. 

As his eyes flicker open to meet yours, you take his cheek into your hands. There’s a vague haziness in them, almost like he’s having a hard time keeping them open, drunk off even your slightest touches. He sits up, leaning into your hand.

“You need to do it harder,” he urges, desperation making itself known in his sultry voice. Your hand trails down his ear, tracing the sharp edge of his jaw and making its way to Xavier’s bobbing neck. 

Your fingers move intentionally, trailing down to his collar until they rest on his chest, “What about now?” 

Though his chest heaves, his blue eyes smolder with an unbridled confidence, “...Too gentle.” He looks at you with an unspoken plea in his eyes, begging you to touch him more. Harder.

You let your shaking fingers toy torturously with the reddened skin on his sharp collarbone, swirling your fingertips on his pounding chest. You bite your lip, enjoying the way his breath comes out in needy pants, the look of desperation on his parted lips growing stronger by the second, “If you still haven’t felt it…”

Xavier continues your thought, cerulean eyes filled with a desperate longing, “If I haven’t felt it…” You gasp as he grabs your wrist forcefully, bringing it back up to his face.

His grip is commanding, caressing your palm with his soft cheek, his breath fanning the inside of your hand. His movements are almost imperceptible, until you feel his lips closing over your middle finger. You’re unable to stop the shiver as his tongue grazes against your trembling finger, his lips caressing your skin in his mouth.

Xavier desperately hopes you keep your eyes trained on his, and not the embarrassingly prominent tent under his thin robe, throbbing for your attention. His breath is hot as he pants against your finger, “...does this mean I’m a lost cause?”

You pull your hand away, unable to withstand the effect his lips enclosing in your fingers is having on your body, your thighs clenching together under your own robe and nightgown. 

“What should we do?” you murmur before softly clutching his shoulder, pulling him closer until you can whisper into his ear for a little hearing test. You let your lips graze his reddened earlobe, before whispering.

“Xavier.”

It comes out far more sultry and seductive than you’d originally intended, betraying your body’s true desires. Xavier apparently shares those same desires, because as he hears you gasp out his name his body has a visceral reaction. 

His heart pounds so rapidly he’s almost sure you’d be able to hear it, his muscled chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. His face looks almost anguished, fighting an internal war against himself. He glances towards you, his eyes dark with unbridled desire. 

“Oops. Looks like something broke,” you grin cheekily, thoroughly amused by his reaction, fueled with confidence. 

Xavier’s eyes are so dark they’re nearly black as they drink in the sight of your beautiful smile, as you sit with your knees up on the mattress. The next thing you know, Xavier’s is pushing you down, your back hitting the plush mattress and your robe fluttering open to reveal your flimsy nightdress. 

Xavier stands above you, before his hand comes down to grip the mattress beside your head, pinning you down. His eyes trail up your body, savoring every exposed centimeter of soft skin, before boring into your beautiful eyes. His body is pressed gently into yours, and you can very much make out just how excited he’s become. The area between your thighs moistens at the feeling of his arousal pressed into your stomach. 

“Your sensory test isn’t over yet,” he grunts, his face tortuously close to yours. His eyes are hooded dangerously, an imminent threat reflected in his ocean blue eyes. He leans forward, so close his torrid breath fans against your parted lips.

“Let’s do a taste test,” he murmurs, eyes shutting as he finally closes the distance between your lips in a toe-curling passionate embrace. His tongue prods at the seam of your lips, which you happily part to give him access. He moans into you as he indulges in how delicious you taste, quickly addicted to your soft and warm tongue against his. 

When he finally pulls away, he’s a complete and utter mess. His breath is uneasy and rapid, his body contorting with the rhythm of his pounding chest. His fingers have found their way into yours, effectively pinning you securely against the bed under his hard body. 

“Xavier…” you gasp, squeezing his fingers, “Even someone like you can lose your composure, huh?”

As your bodies heave together, Xavier takes thick and deep lungfuls of your scent, his face buried into your neck.

“One doesn’t need that much composure,” he groans before diving back into the crook of your neck, lips latching onto your pulse. 

As he holds you, gently suckling at your neck, you prod him, “What are you thinking of?”

Xavier hesitates, his lips hovering centimeters above your skin, before murmuring, “Something…indecent.”

You bite back your grin, thoroughly enjoying how needy he’s becoming. With his body still atop of yours, you bring your lips to his ear letting your wet lips stroke against his earlobe. 

“Xavier…” you purr, “Tell me what you’re thinking of.”

You can see Xavier’s neck throb with a thick gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly. It’s then he decides he’s done playing games. 

He sits up eerily calmly, until he’s on his knees at your feet. His fingers trail down your bare thighs, to your calves, and to your feet. You squirm at his fleeting trail of touches, squeaky moans of anticipation slipping from your lips.

As his hands slide down your legs, he lifts your foot into his hands, fingers kneading your aching sole. You moan, your eyes squeezing shut at just how wonderfully Xavier knows your body, knows how to touch you. 

You’re so caught up in the feeling of his hands on your ankles that you don’t notice the way he cups your calf, raising your leg into the air as he caresses it. It’s not until the distinct feeling of his warm lips meet the bottom of your calf do your eyes screw open.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight before you, Xavier placing a feathery trail of kisses down your calf all the way to your foot. As he tenderly kisses your ankle, his eyes open to watch you with a hungry gaze. 

“The Protocore’s effects…I think we need a stronger test,” he mutters, his mouth rubbing against your ankle still. He sets your leg on his shoulder, gently spreading your thighs apart. 

You blush as your legs part, leaving little to imagination as Xavier situates himself between your legs, one propped on his muscled shoulder and one hooked above his forearm, “Xavier?”

He doesn’t respond, eyes trained on the glistening patch of dampness that adorns your panties. It takes all of him not to drool right over your half naked form right then and there. As his head lowers to kiss your thighs, you tremble at his proximity to your throbbing cunt that leaks with desire and arousal.

“I-Is this…strong enough?” you squeak, his tongue lapping slow circles around the areas his teeth graze. His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as he indulges in the taste of your legs, eyeing the beautiful way your panties are creasing against the lips of your pussy. He can practically feel the heat coming off you and it makes him bite hard. 

You squeal, your back arching up and fingers reaching down to pull at his soft hair. It’s impossible not to enjoy the sharp graze of his canines and the contrastingly adoring caress of his tongue. Too distracted by the pleasure, you don’t feel the embarrassing slick dripping down your thighs.

But Xavier does.

He detaches his lips from your thighs, briefly admiring the handful of flowering red bruises littered against both your plush legs. 

“It’s…stronger. But this…” he trails off, and that’s when you feel his fingers hooking your soaked panties to the side. You yelp as his fingers languidly swipe at your folds, coating himself in your arousal and bringing it up to his mouth. 

You watch in a mixture of embarrassment and desire as he slips his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his digits and eyes shut in utter bliss. 

When his blonde lashes finally flutter open, his hazy pupils are dilated amongst the sea of azure, piercing into your own.

“This, I can taste,” he grins gently at you. It’s so effortlessly Xavier, yet something sinister lurks beneath his soft smile. Something that makes you shake to your very core.

You don’t have time to ponder the darkness behind his smile, because Xavier is gripping you by your hips, bringing the apex of your thighs to his waiting mouth, salivating at the beautiful sight of your exposed cunt. His eyes flit from your core to your eyes, your upper body propped up on your elbows as you watch his heated gaze devour you. 

“Please…” Xavier rasps, his voice guttural and desperate. The proximity of his face to your weeping cunt lets you feel his hot breath fan against your quivering pussy, “Please let me.”

You’re speechless, so you nod fervently, gripping his soft hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Xavier wastes no time, burying himself into you. You gasp, spine curling at the force of his demanding lips against your cunt.

You’d think Xavier had been starved for days, the way he latches onto your lips, his tongue eagerly lapping at your slit, savoring every drop of your sweet essence. You thrash at the unrelenting pleasure, as Xavier’s bruising grip holds you in place. 

“Let me enjoy you, please,” he groans, nose rubbing into your clit deliciously, “Who knows if I’ll ever be able to taste you again?”

You whimper at his filthy words, trying to stay still as he ravishes you with his skilled tongue. The lewd slurps and moans that come from him are enough to drive you to the edge of insanity, unable to contain your furious writhing. Xavier only digs his fingers harder into the plush of your thighs, doing his best to keep you in place.

Xavier moans into you, the vibrations of his pleasured sounds thrumming straight into your body. He doesn’t let a single droplet of your nectar go to waste, his tongue lapping diligently. There’s absolutely no shortage of it, as his pointed nose brushes against your clit, his tongue stroking sweetly into your lips. 

“You taste like heaven, Y/N,” Xavier moans into your folds. The vibrations of his filthy words send you reeling and you can barely hear him, only able to respond in the whiniest moans, too wrapped up in the pleasure his mouth so skillfully brings you. 

“Xavier!” you cry, toes digging into the ropes of muscles on his back.

You can vaguely feel one of Xavier’s hands abandon your thigh, moving to free his cock from under his loose robe. You can’t see much, but you can see the way his forearm jerks up and down, the veins in his arms bulging as he pleasures himself, fueled by the taste of you. 

“O-oh f-fuck!” you cry, your back arched, the soles of your feet pressing into Xavier’s back, “Xavier…p-please don’t – nngh – stop!”

Through your widely spread legs, you can see just how aroused Xavier is by your pleas. His fingers can barely wrap around his thick girth. They move up and down effortlessly, coated in his copious pre-cum. It honestly looked like he already came with just how much of his slick was smeared on himself. He’s so impossibly angry and red as he thrusts into his own fist, your tongue unconsciously licking your lips at the sight. 

You’re only snapped out of your mesmerized staring when his lips latch onto your clit, tongue lapping eagerly against the throbbing nub of nerves. His lips suckling at your clit, tongue stroking so sweetly, is just enough to have you coming completely undone all over Xavier’s face. 

You try to pull always as you feel the warm gush coming, but Xavier only holds you down harder with his arm wrapped around your thigh, his hands jerking up and down his leaking erection even more desperation. With nowhere to run, your body thrashes erratically in his forceful arm. Your back arches into the air, your head digging into the plush mattress, as you squirt over Xavier’s insistent tongue. 

You’re well into the depths of overstimulation, feebly pushing his head away, whispering brokenly, “X-Xavier. S’too much, please.”

But he can’t seem to hear you, too wrapped up in your taste, in you. Your body curls in a stinging pleasure as he continues to devour you, positively starved. 

The lewd slurps of his face in your wet thighs, your unabashed moans and cries of ecstasy, the taste of your release against his greedy tongue, and his forceful grip on his cock drive him to his own orgasm. 

He forces himself to pull away, his lips wet with your slick, your body collapsing but still slightly elevated with your calf thrown over his shoulder. With his position kneeling at your feet, your right leg still by his neck, his cock spurts right onto your quivering and overstimulated pussy. 

“H-holy,” Xavier groans breathlessly, hands still jerking himself up and down as rope after rope lands on your glistening cunt. His spend is so deliciously hot against your sensitive skin that you can’t stop the full body tremors that wrack your body. His copious streams of cum start to drip off your quivering cunt, pooling on the mattress beneath you.

Xavier leans forward, clutching your thigh as his body heaves with an overwhelming  satisfaction. His fingers dig into your already bruised thighs, his breath heavy and desperate. 

You want to giggle at his ruined state, stroking his back teasingly with your toes, your calf still resting on his shoulder. Your fingers reach for his ear to caress his cheek and tease him with your words from earlier, “So little composure. Adorable”

Xavier’s gaze, longing and soft, twitches. Before you know it, your back is flat against the bed once more, both your legs pressed against your chest. Your feet hang in the air above your head, Xavier’s heaving body pressed on top of you, something hard and wet pressing into your still trembling core.

Out of sheer surprise, you cry out, “X-Xavier?” Your hands instinctively come up to cup his face.

Xavier doesn’t speak, his eyes trained on your cunt as he runs his tip up and down your folds. When he finally looks up at you, there’s a dark almost feral look in the storm of his cerulean eyes. A look of unbridled animalistic heat. 

He bends down, his beautiful face dangerously close to yours as he smirks, “Isn’t this what you wanted, angel?” 

You shiver at his unusually edged words, eyes widening as you nod gently. Unable to deny the truth of his words. You knew it, and he knew it. You absolutely always wanted him, especially when he was this unhinged. 

Xavier smiles, it’s deceptively gentle as you can see the dangerous glint in his eyes, “I know, Y/N. So, please. Let me give it to you.” Though he begs, you can tell he’s not really asking. Not that you minded. You’d give him absolutely everything. 

So you nod, peering up at him through your eyelashes. Xavier smiles, finger stroking your cheek. With his other hand, he takes his cock, rubbing his cockhead into your sopping folds, smearing his cum messily around. He’d spurt so much milky seed onto your pussy that it quite literally felt like a bottle of lube had been squirted onto you. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. For a brief second, the bright light returns to Xavier’s eyes as he adoringly watches you, with so much affection in his azure eyes. It’s gone just as quickly as it comes, his cock splitting you apart as he thrusts into you. 

You cry out, unable to do anything but take him, your legs caged against both your bodies. The mating press he has you in is so mean, his hard strong body so imposing as he thrusts into you. It’s so easy for him to slide inside you, his cum on your skin even slicker than lube. 

Xavier’s breathy moans wash over you at every single mean thrust, his smoldering eyes never leaving yours as he ruts into you like a madman. A man positively starved. And only one thing could satisfy him. 

His hands press into the mattress beside your head, his entire body boxing you in, with only your thighs separating you. You wish he could hold you closer, press deeper into you, as deep as his cock was currently in your throbbing pussy. 

“X-Xav…” your squeal. The position he has you in gives him easy access to your most sensitive spots. Xavier only moans in response, not typically a man of many words when it comes to being buried in your guts. 

Which is why you’re surprised when he grits out, “Mine.”

You’re so surprised, mind so clouded with his massive girthy cock, that you gasp out, “W-What?”

Xavier’s smirk is faint, almost imperceptible, “You’re mine. I would never leave you.”

His pointed thrusts make you cry out in pleasure, losing your train of thought again. His smile grows more confident at your inability to speak, “Isn’t that what you told James? That your partner left you?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, before realizing he's talking about the man you’d been flirting with for information at the protocore trade, “J-James? You – hnngh – y-you mean Henrik’s idiot – nngh – bodyguard?” 

Xavier drives into you with an even more mind-numbing intensity at the mention of another man. You can see his jaw twitches, his eyes swimming with shadowy emotions.

“What do you think he took you up to the sixth floor for?” he growls, uncharacteristically and darkly gruff, “For this?” 

To punctuate his point he slams his pelvis into your ass, the lewd pap sound of wet skin against wet skin deafeningly loud. 

“It’s too bad for him. You’re mine.” His words are a sweet threat, with no violence and all the passion in the world behind them.

The raw possession in his voice makes you approach your orgasm far too quickly. Your thighs shake uncontrollably at the strain, but even more so at the pleasure Xavier drives into your gummy walls. His cock is so thick that your body burns with pleasure as he stretches you to your limit, your walls sucking him tightly, unwilling to let go. 

Xavier moans at the unbelievably incredible feeling of your walls tightening against him, trying to wring him into you. Xavier’s thrusts become more erratic as he comes closer to his own release, and you’re desperate to cum with him, your orgasm impossibly iminent. 

You know just how to send him over the edge, as you take his jaw into your fingers, his chest pressed into the fat of your thighs as he folds you quite literally in half. Xavier looks surprised but lets his face be guided to yours, his eyes still holding glimmers of shadows held back by a thin shred of restraint. 

“Xavier,” you whisper, trying to keep your orgasm at bay so you can experience simultaneously with the blonde haired man deliciously rearranging your guts, “I’m yours, always.” 

Xavier’s eyes darken, his eyebrows furrowing, as his body responds to your sweet words. His thrusts are harder, rougher, and all the more forceful and demanding. He’s utterly desperate to feel you cum atop his cock, his beautiful girl. Entirely and completely his. 

“Yeah? Then cum for me, please.” His voice is a guttural growl, matching the animalistic intensity of his body pounding into yours. But he stutters just a bit, as you can practically feel the veins in his thick cock throbbing against your pulsing walls.

With Xavier’s intense eyes on yours, your body folded mind numbingly against his hard chiseled body, his filthy possessive words fanning across your lips, it’s impossible to keep your orgasm back any longer. 

You cum with a strangled cry of his name, your elbows bending so your fingers can furiously claw at the sheets by your head. Xavier moans out at how tightly your cunt grips him amidst your climax, absolutely forcing the orgasm out of him. 

You’re a moaning whining mess as Xavier fucks his seed into you. Even after his first orgasm, there’s so much cum, both inside and outside. The area where your bodies are joined is a sticky mess of cum and saliva.

Xavier is no better, the grunts and babbles streaming from his own mouth an absolute symphony to your ears.

“That’s it, love,” he rasps, “So good for me. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

You stroke Xavier’s soft blonde hair as his thrusts slow to an eventual stop. His softening cock is still in you, and you wince as you can vaguely feel it slipping out. Your hips scream in discomfort, your thighs still pressed firmly into your chest as Xavier gasps for air above you. 

You whimper as he shifts, and instantly Xavier is back to his usual soft self, fawning over you, “Are you okay?” It’s honestly insane how quickly he switches, because as his blue eyes search yours, you notice the darkness is gone. All that’s left is that starry glimmering sea of ultramarine, soft, concerned, and loving.

“H-heavy,” you whine, tapping at his thick shoulders. Xavier’s off of you in a flash, his soft cock slipping out as sits on his knees before you. He hovers over you, careful not to put any weight on you, as he brushes your tangled hair off  of your sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your flushed cheek, “Was I…Did I take it too far?”

“No, never,” you mumble happily, draping your arms over his neck. Through his gentle smile that could move the stars, you can see how exhausted Xavier is, but he continues to stroke circles into your skin. His hands reach down to massage your bruised thighs, hickeys littering every inch of you. The serene intimacy of the moment is enough to lull you towards sleep, despite the mess between your legs. 

–

You must’ve nodded off for a few minutes, because when you open your bleary eyes you see Xavier between your legs, carefully wiping the sticky mess away. 

“Xav, s’okay,” you whisper sleepily, stirring in his careful hands and barely able to string together complete sentences, “Clean tomorrow, sleep now.”

“It’s okay, angel,” he murmurs, his voice so warm and dreamy. He holds you gently in place as he continues to wipe you off, “Go back to sleep.”

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands soothing your aching muscles, losing the fight against sleep, “You don’t feel tired?” 

Xavier chuckles, the sound meeting your ears even in your half-conscious state, “I can still feel. But I think I may need another…taste test.”

You can hear the mischief in his voice even if you’re too exhausted to open your eyes.

“Just sleep honey, let me take care of you.”

Something about the playful heat in his voice makes you doubt he’s just going to be cleaning you up with the warm towel he had in his hands. And the thought of that excites you beyond belief, even as you succumb to sleep. 

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nanami's not about to fight with u... he's just gonna show u who you truly belong to. read part 1 for context

"i'm not fighting with you, just get on your knees."

"ken, we have a houseful of guests-

he's shaking his head, tugging his zipper in a fateful swoop. you don't lie and say you weren't buzzing with the idea of what he'd do next, but it felt so wrong. now was not the time to be getting him off.

"i won't repeat myself." then his pants are down and he's easing his already-flushed cock from its confines. he's rubbing himself to his full potential right in front of you, so comfortable with you standing in front of him, wide-eyed and nervous.

luckily your kitchen is closed off from the rest of the house, but it's not completely closed. someone could easily pop their head into the arched entryway and see everything you're seeing. deep down you know kento wouldn't let that happen. he has the awareness of an anxious cat, so you trust him enough to get on your knees, crawling to close the distance between you two.

"i'm doing this because domination tends to make you mild-mannered," he explains briefly, voice tinged with a hint of arousal. "and that's what I need from you right now. do you understand?"

"mhm." you reply, looking up at him with silent doe-eyes. from this angle at his feet, he looks so much bigger. daunting and familiar. so beautiful... and all yours.

"relax your throat." he demands just before taking a handful of your hair and guiding you down the length of him. he's not easy to take in the slightest - your jaw burns, eyes screwed shut as you try to swallow back a gag.

then, a thunderous bout of laughter erupts from the other room and you fold -- gagging and choking all over his pretty cock.

he yanks you backward, face screwed up in distaste. "what did I just tell you?"

"'m sorry." you whine as he smushes your lips with his tip.

"if satoru walks in here and sees you like this, i will be extremely upset."

"'m sorry." you repeat, genuinely sorry and just wanting him inside of you again. he's barely gracing your lips, but every atom in your body is screaming for him. if you thought satoru was charming five minutes ago, you didn't even know who he was now. all you want is your husband.

"him and his righteous savior complex.. makes me sick." he mutters, mostly to himself. he has two big hands on either side of your head, squeezing like only he can. it's been too long together, he knows you're not a china doll.

so, he fucks your limp throat like he hates you, eye twitching as he watches your face go more flushed with each mean thrust he's delivering. you've never taken him like this, feeling the drippy tip of his cock at the base of your throat, giving you goosebumps all around his touch. you've never felt closer to him, yet so pained by every one of his movements.

it's like your entire mind goes limp. etched with scrawling versions of his name only. he's you can think about, all you can taste...

only when he's finally done and marked your stomach with his seed, does he help you up with a strong hand, just holding you close for a second until yours stops shaking.

he doesn't say a word, just watching your eyes as they stare back at him expressionless but teary and bloodshot nonetheless. he leans forward and kisses your forehead.

"sorry. you know i'll always love you."

you nod, because... yeah. same. that makes him smile.

and he guides you back to your party holding your hand, watching out for you as you take the seat next to satoru back. it's like he doesn't even notice your presence, he's far too preoccupied teasing utahime about some nameless story from the past.

once the party has concluded and kento is seeing them all out, does satoru stop and say something.

"poor, little nanami..." satoru stops just before he reaches the first step past the front door. ken regards him with a nod, leaning against the doorframe. "this is what happens when the lamb chooses a wolf."

"do i even want you to explain?"

satoru shrugs him off, throwing up in hand as a curt goodbye as he turns around. "she's too nice. it's sad to know you yelled at her... she was all teary-eyed and mellow for the rest of the night."

kento turns around, chuckling to himself as he finally shuts the front door. reveling in the quiet comfort of his home he thinks:

ha. did much more than make her cry...

[amoressb]

───── NOT THE SAME 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ after many efforts to bring back your old riki, for it to go back to how you two used to be, you walk away but he realizes it all too late..or is it? ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ANGST & wc. 880 + / lmk if you guys would like a part 2 !! ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

it starts with something small…a missed text.

you send him a picture of your outfit that morning. a sweet mirror selfie of you in the sweater he said he loved on you last winter.

the little delivered mark stays there for hours. you wait…and wait…but the reply never comes.

you scroll through your old messages to him. the ones filled with little hearts, dumb memes, sweet nothings typed at midnight. you used to be able to count on at least three messages from him before lunch : a “good morning, baby,” a blurry selfie of him in rehearsal, and a ridiculous voice note that always made you laugh.

now you’re the only one sending things and the silence? it’s loud. it only gets worse in person.

you show up to the dorm after not seeing him for two weeks. you arms are full with snacks from the café he likes, your hands nervously fiddling with the cuffs of your sweater as you knock on his door.

when he opens it, his expression is blank. not cold, not angry, just…tired. not the kind of tired that comes from dance practice. this is the kind of tired that no longer looks forward to seeing you.

“hey,” you whisper. he gives you a slight nod and steps aside to let you in.

you try to be okay with it. you sit on the edge of his bed while he scrolls through his phone, thumbs tapping as he answers messages that aren’t yours. you talk about your week, how stressful work’s been, how you nearly spilled coffee on your laptop this morning. you laugh to fill the space. he doesn’t laugh with you.

at one point, you trail off mid sentence. he doesn’t even notice. you’re quiet for a long while, watching him. watching the boy you love drift further into a version of himself that doesn’t know how to hold you anymore.

he doesn’t notice you tearing up until your voice breaks. “do you…even care how i’ve been feeling lately?” his eyes flick to you, surprised. “why would you say that?”

you force a smile, blinking fast. “because you haven’t asked.”

riki sighs, setting his phone down for the first time. “y/n, i’m just tired, okay? this comeback is draining. i can’t babysit your feelings too.”

the room goes still.

“babysit?” you repeat softly, your heart shattering in slow motion. you don’t know what hurts more- the fact that he said it or the fact that he meant it.

that night, you lie next to him in bed. his back is turned. you can feel the distance between your bodies like an ocean.

you reach out, fingers hesitantly brushing the back of his shirt. “ki?” he doesn’t answer. you whisper anyway. “do you still love me?” still, silence.

a long beat passes. then, just as you pull your hand away, he mutters, “don’t ask me things like that when i’m exhausted.” you curl in on yourself, tears soaking into the pillow. he falls asleep minutes later. while you stay awake the whole night.

your friend mia notices it first.

“you’re not…you anymore,” she says over coffee. “every time i bring him up, you flinch.” you smile weakly, stirring your cup. “i don’t flinch.”

“you do,” she insists. “you used to light up when you talked about him. now it’s like..you’re scared to.”

you are scared. scared that the boy you love is no longer choosing you. because love doesn’t look like this. love doesn’t make you feel like an afterthought. like you have to beg for affection. like your heart is too much to carry.

so the next time you see him, you gather every last bit of strength inside you.

you stand in front of him, in that hoodie he gave you, the one with the faded cuffs from how often you wore it, and you ask, quietly, “do you even want me here anymore?” he frowns. “y/n…”

“because if you don’t,” you say, voice shaking, “i won’t force you to stay but i deserve to know. i deserve honesty.”

riki rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “it’s not that i don’t want you here, okay? i just…i’m dealing with a lot right now. i don’t have the energy to coddle you.”

coddle.

another word that stabs.

you nod, backing away like he burned you. “got it.”

“don’t be like that,” he says, but there’s no real urgency in his voice. you don’t say anything else. you just grab your bag, eyes shining with tears that you refuse to let fall in front of him.

he doesn’t follow. he never follows.

that night, riki lies on the same bed where you used to curl up against him. the scent of your shampoo is still on his pillow.

he opens his phone, clicks on your contact. there’s a long string of blue hearts and “i miss you” messages from days before that he never replied to.

he stares at the screen. and for the first time in a long time, he feels it. that hollow, crushing weight of regret. because he does love you. he never stopped. he just let the world drown him, and somewhere in the flood, he forgot to reach back for your hand.

but now you’re gone…and he doesn’t know if he deserves to ask you to come back.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @veilstqr @soona-huh

[b0kevi]

Okay so I loveddddd your writing of the let’s make out headcanons!!! Can you do a version where the character says it to the reader? Your writing is so good and you write the characters reallly well!!

the house wardens + jamil saying “let’s make out” every time YOU do something hot

summary: every time you do something attractive the housewardens can’t help but say ‘let’s make out’

trope: established relationship, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, reassurance

info: name calling, cursing, self doubt, they/them pronouns, gender neutral reader, not proofread

characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus

w/c: riddle: 373, leona: 398, azul: 346, kalim: 338 jamil: 366, vil: 424 idia: 424, malleus: 388

a/n: tysm! I always get worried i’ll mischaracterize someone but I really appreciate that <3 also sorry this took so long! I started a new job

Riddle

doesn’t know how to ask, will make up an excuse

gets shy and full on blushes

“we should make out.”

“w-what?” you accidentally painted the leaves instead of the rose.

“rule 879 states to make out with your partner when the sun is facing east after the first set of painted roses.”

you blinked. you were still working on the first bush of roses, you only painted three while there was still a lot more to go.

“we haven’t finished yet.”

riddles ears slowly turn pink. “it’s practically done.”

you could tell it was a lie but he looked so cute trying to justify his reasons.

“y’know you don’t have to make up stuff for us to make out, you could just ask.”

his whole face starts to turn a different color, “I did not make that up! it is the queens rules and I must follow them!”

riddle would never admit he was in fact making it up because you looked absolutely stunning, he loved spending alone time with you. the two of you were painting the roses, riddle was going to reward you with dessert but he couldn’t wait. you just being there, painting was making him flush and wanted to kiss you badly.

you laughed then grabbed him by his bow tie, pulling him closer to your face.

“well then, who am I to question the house warden? go on, you’re not going to break a rule aren’t you riddle?” you smirked as you fiddle with the ends of his bow tie.

riddle moved forward before he could process anything. his body moved faster than his brain so he lunged back, flustered.

“w-wait! ahem. it’s also the queens rule to do it in private… someone could see…”

“hmm what if it was the rule to do it in public? would you do it?”

“absolutely not! I don’t want to hear it from ace or trey… please let’s just go inside before I change my mind…” riddle was already rushing inside hand in hand with you, using his other hand to hide his red face.

“you’re the one that said it was a rule, you’re going to break that rule now mr. roseheart?”

he sighs, you’ll be the death of him.

Leona

nonchalant king

it’s not a suggestion, you ARE making out right then and there

there’s nothing more attractive to leona than you claiming him as your own.

he’s always been second to everyone and everything. but seeing you like this?

“we’re going to make out.” it’s not a question, he’s demanding it.

leona was waiting in the botanical garden for you, enjoying the quiet when he started hearing students near by. he tried to ignore it but he suddenly heard your voice, he wasn’t super interested in the conversation until he heard his name.

“you’re really dating leona? I bet he buys you whatever you want right?”

“what a gold digger. you’re only dating him for his money. plus he’s a prince, you hit the jackpot.”

“too bad he’s the second prince, not much going on. you should have tried for malleus.”

leona was getting pissed, he was going to march his way over there until he heard your booming voice.

“you’re lucky I don’t slap the shit out of you two. it’s none of your business, but for the record I am not dating him for his money. I couldn’t care less and he’s still a prince who has more class than you.”

your face darkened as you stalked close to them

“I’m dating leona for him, he’s the most sweetest and thoughtful person I know, and he knows how to treat people right instead of taking out his jealousy on other people.”

you were defending him, leona knew you could defend yourself but you were also defending him.

leona could have easily stepped in before the whole situation started but seeing how things played out, he’s glad he didn’t.

“is there a problem here?” leona was towering over the two as they were about to continue. shutting them up they shook their heads and left with a scoff.

“babe I’m sor-“

“we’re making out. now.” leona tugged you behind a tree, leaning down to attach his lips to yours, leaving you no room to deny, caging you in his arms.

leona is acting like a starved man by the way hes devouring your lips, leaving you no time to think.

“that was kind of hot herbivore.” it was extremely hot to him but he’s just going to show you how attractive he found you defending him was. just wait until you get back to his room.

Azul

full of bull

also will make an excuse, says it’s his payment for doing smth for you

“y/n dear, could you meet me in my office to discuss something.”

what did you do now… you don’t remember doing anything wrong.

you were helping out in the lounge since it was busier than usual.

once azul closed the door shut,

“I propose a deal. we make out right now and later.. and I’ll give you the day off tomorrow with some of our newest drinks that i know you love.”

honestly, azul has been stressed all day and is just throwing out random ideas to have an excuse to make out with you.

he’s not going to just straight up ask, this is a give and take world.

“uhm, but it’s still pretty busy out there—“

“I assure you they’re capable of running things for a few minutes. or hour..”

you were his escape and he needed it badly, it was a madhouse out there. he usually could handle it but it also didn’t help how attractive you looked while taking peoples orders, persuading them into buying more than what they came for.

“please my pearl, remember that time I babysat grim? you still owe me for that.”

that one time that happened two months ago that you’ll never let happen again.

you remember azul used that the last time he wanted to make out with you, but you weren’t going to rain down on his parade just yet.

you knew azul was just going to keep persuading you until you agreed. he would never outright say he wants to kiss you no, he has a reputation to uphold.

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and smashing your lips against his.

he let out a squeal from shock, he didn’t expect that.

his face flush from that embarrassing noise he made but held you close, deepening the kiss as he felt his stress melt away. he’s not planning on letting you go anytime soon, the outside world can wait and deal with themselves.

Kalim

he just loves kissing you, you don’t have to be doing anything and he’ll still say it

will get pouty and pepper you with kisses until you agree

“let’s make out!”

"kalim... we're supposed to be studying right now."

"we have! don't I get a reward for studying? sometimes once I finish jamil gives me a treat!" kalim has been staring at you for the past 20 minutes.

you promised jamil to study with kalim and make sure he gets his work done but its not going so well.

"okay but you only answered two questions then started staring at me."

"you look so pretty! your serious face is so cute, how am I supposed to focus when you look like that! I want to make out with you!” he doesn’t give you time to say anything, kalim is already pouting and putting his best puppy dog eyes while peppering small kisses across your face.

“pleaassseee, just a small break then i’ll do my work! i promise!! pleaseee let me kiss youuu” he whines as he wraps his arms around your neck, practically on top of you while leaving sad kisses on your cheek.

“I need my daily y/n kisses or I can’t make it throughout the day! i’ve been deprived for so long…”

“I gave you a morning kiss, a kiss when I saw you, a kiss when you asked for one, a kiss when I left…”

kalim furrowed his eyebrows, “that doesn’t count! I need my daily make out kisses, completely different!”

you laughed at his kicked puppy look.

how could you say no to that face?

sighing you state, “alright. just for a minute then if you get an answer right i’ll give you a reward.”

“kisses reward?”

you nodded, “kisses reward.”

he giggling as he won, he slams his lips towards yours. playing with your hair as he deepens the kiss, he smiles every time you make little noises. kalim absolutely loves to kiss you silly and will do it every chance he gets.

Jamil

he just needs a break

usually says it at his breaking point so it’s really rough and quick sometimes

“let’s make out.”

it caught you so off guard. Jamil had pulled you into a storage room, you were carrying some paperwork you had to turn in but they soon were scattered from how quickly jamil pulled you in.

“w-what? babe I-“

“please, it will be quick I just…” his hand cupping your face as his lips brushed against yours, muttering against them

“I need this.” he murmured breathily before pressing his lips firmly while running his fingers through your hair.

“you looked so hot earlier,” he pushed you against the wall, gently squeezing your hip while traveling down kisses to your jawline

you didn't know how to react. it was rare when jamil showed pda especially this passionate in public. well you two were stuck in a closet but still anyone could walk in at any moment.

“you putting kalim and the others in their place.. you were so assertive.” his lips never leaving an inch away from you, “very hot of you.” he smirked as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

he loves seeing how flustered you get because of him. he may not show much interest in public but that’s just because he’s a private person and loves teasing you when you two are alone.

he loves your little reactions.

“I-I just wanted them to give you a break”

“I appreciate you so much.” jamil sighs between your lips, rubbing circles on your hip while deepening the kiss.

jamil knew he should get back to his things but you were so addicting. how could he leave you right now?

he groans as he pulled away to look at you, smirking at your blown out expression

“let me show you how much I appreciate you, later tonight.” he winked before getting one last kiss then picking up your papers, leaving the room to turn in your work as if nothing happened.

jamil was completely unfazed unless you looked real close but you were red the rest of the day, clearly not thinking straight.

you will never get used to this side of jamil.

Vil

hear me out, he's secretly a freak

stress reliever

“are you sure it looks good?”

“my dear.. we’re not going out. we’re making out. right now.”

“w-huh?? but my outfit… is it not, or my makeup?”

the two of you were getting ready for date night, you had bought a new outfit for this occasion that you really liked but now you weren’t so sure if it looked good now.

vil on the other hand couldn’t look away. you looked absolutely radiant and you’re over here having second thoughts? please, he obviously needs to show you how good you look.

“my love you look stunning, there’s no need to worry.” vil was kissing you all over, you had some lipstick stains but he wasn’t going to tell you about that yet.

“baby.. we’re going to be late to our reservation..”

“we can reschedule or go somewhere else.”

vil couldn’t care less, he needed to make out with you now and show you how much he loves you.

“v-vil you’re going to mess up our makeup…”

he leans down, leaving more stains scattered across your neck and collarbone as he smirks against your warm skin.

“good. you look even more divine like this.”

he guides you to his bed not once breaking the kiss as he sets you down

“you’re perfect love, this outfit compliments you so well and your makeup looks even better now~” he smirks, caressing your face looking at you longingly

you turn to look at yourself through the mirror to see all the lipstick stains he left. you blush over how much of a mess you look.

“v-vil! I can’t go out like this! it’s going to take another 40 minutes to take this off and redo it.”

“why not? I think you look breathtaking, why not show everyone your beauty?” he mused, still trailing kisses over you.

“vil your makeup is messed up too” you state as you try to fix the smudges around his lips but he keeps diving back down into you.

“does it look like I care right now darling? right now I need to show you how much you mean to me. we can go out another day, I have all I need right here.”

vil cages you down before roughly yet gracefully devouring your lips.

he’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable in your own body just as you make him comfortable enough to look like an absolute mess in front of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Idia

he would mumble it, thinking you didn't hear it

he didn’t mean it! (he totally meant it he just doesn’t know how to ask)

"we should totally make out..."

"okay."

"wh-HUHH?? y-you heard that?? I-I didn't mean it!”

you were helping out idia with some equipment he needed to fix. you picked up a couple things from watching him tinker plus this was a great opportunity to spend time with him.

idia wasn’t in the best mindset today so he kept messing up and getting frustrated when it still wasn’t working right so you wanted to give it a try to help him out. you fixed it just like that in seconds.

he watched you in shock. not only did you fix in on the first try but the face you make when you’re focused was just too much for him.

a strand of hair fell in front of your face, he wanted so badly to tuck it behind your ear but that would be totally cringe otome vibes.

“idy you can ask if you want to, I won’t judge.”

the tips of his hair are pastel pink as he fidgets with his sleeves.

“w-what the… can I exist and restart.. there’s gotta be an autosave before this…” he murmurs mostly to himself under his breath

even when he really wants to kiss you, he still gets in his head so even when he wants to, you have to initiate it.

you hold onto his hands and kiss his cheek. “no need to restart. this route is perfect.”

he gasps while looking at you with full blown out eyes, staring at you like you just deleted his saved file.

“you’re an ultra rare SSR…”

you laugh as you place your lips to his. you couldn’t get enough of this dork.

idia fiddles with the ends of your shirt as he ease into the kiss. you’re too good to him, he doesn’t know how or why you picked him but he’s beyond grateful.

and just like that something flipped inside him, he curled his hand around your neck before taking the lead. he still has self doubt so he’ll slip up but when you encourage him he grows confident.

leaving you two breathless with his hair full pink with blue accents. he smiles at you before kissing your temple then diving back into your lips, holding your hand with his free one to ground himself, letting him know this is okay and he’s doing good.

“I must have crazy gacha luck to have pulled you..”

Malleus

you breathe and he’ll say he wants to make out

100% whip, simp, yearning man

“child of man. I believe we should make out.”

“hmm?”

the two of you were taking a nightly stroll that you usually do mostly every night when you can.

it was a peaceful night, you would share things that happened during the day or whatever popped in your mind as you held hands.

the conversation soon died down into a comfortable silence as you took in sight of the night sky.

malleus was too busy staring at you to appreciate the night. the way the moonlight hit your face just right making you eternal which made his face feel warm.

he wanted nothing more than to take your breath away if you’ll let him.

“I would very much like to kiss you. I want us to have a make out session and leave you breathless to show you how you make me feel every time I lay eyes on you.”

your face heated up with every word malleus spoke.

you stopped walking to process his request. malleus is a gentleman so will only make a move if you’ll let him, if you don’t want to he’ll understand. he will get pouty but wants nothing more than for you to be comfortable.

he waits patiently but has that longing look in his eyes with a hint of desire.

“o-okay.” you nod, still flush as malleus steps closer, one hand caressing your face as if you’re a piece of glasswork then dipping down to capture your lips.

he pulls back to see your face then dives back in. each time becomes longer than the previous kiss. he sure was making you breathless.

you finally had to pull back to get some air but malleus goes down to nuzzle your neck, occasionally leaving kisses.

“you are absolutely ravishing child of man. what you’re feeling is how I feel every time you’re near, and I adore it. I would want nothing more than to leave you sweet kisses and show the world my treasure.”

you don’t know what makes you more breathless, malleus’s words or his kisses.

“you sweet talker, get over here.” you needed to shut him up before you exploded. you pulled him down and smashed your lips to his.

malleus was in paradise.

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a/n: that scenario has been on my mind for leona but the others idk what to do T-T sorry if this is short! have a great day/night !

edit: realized I put ‘queen’ in malleus part so sorry I try to keep things gn