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hearts4keene · 4 months

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cobra kai dating head canons

masterlist!!

summary: head canons for dating cobra kai characters!!

pairings: you and cobra kai characters (separate)

warnings: no pronouns specified, probs out of character but yk

a/n: new format!!

Miguel Diaz

- biggest golden retriever bf ever ‼️

- he's not SUPER big on pda

- holding pinkies or hugging is the most he'll do in public

- with the occasional kiss on the lips (its a little more than occasionally)

- he's a very private person 🤷‍♀️

- miguel's super big on slumbies

- he's a girls girl

- kisses your knuckles

- your his passenger princess when he gets a car

- hearing "hermosa" 24/7

Robby Keene

- i think he's a black cat a first, but will start to become a golden retriever

- he's a lot more pda than miguel, but not as bad as hawk

- hand holding, hand on your waist, kissing

- you made out in the cobra kai dojo a few times 😔🙏

- he really js uses your name (maybe a little too much...)

- will teach you how to skateboard ‼️

- he's a neat freak. after juvie, everything in his life has to be put together

- you go on family trips 🤭

- you two watched euphoria sunday's together

- denied being in love with you for the longest time until tory said something about it

Samantha LaRusso

- she LOVES playing with your hair

- movie dates are a constant ‼️

- like robby, she also rarely uses pet names

- is VERY quick to defend you

- she needs reassurance. i can picture you and tory being super close and she just needs you to tell her that nothing is going on between you too.

- she makes you those baskets for every occasion (boo, burr, etc.)

- like a good amount of pda, she'll hold your hand, kiss your cheek but thats about it

- my sweet girl thinks the bare minimum is love 😔

- she definitely sends you encouraging messages everyday

- chick flic queen 🙌

Hawk (Eli) Moskowitz

- PDA ‼️‼️

- hand on your waist (sometimes ur ass 👀) kissing you at all times

- he had a crush on you before he even became hawk

- got a tattoo for you

- he loves buying you stuff, it's his love language

- skips half of his classes just to see you 😭

- if you date long enough, he'll trust you enough to dye his hair

- going with that, you're the only person who has seen the hawk down and not covered in hair spray

- his closet is your closet (hear me out bc he has some cute clothes guys ‼️)

- he uses babe and baby, but thats about it yk?

Demetri Alexopoulos

- like sam, he also needs to be reassured 24/7

- he genuinely thought you were messing with him when you said yes to dating

- you guys have star wars / lord of the rings marathons once a month

- offers to do your homework for you

- if you have a hobby or sport besides karate, he makes it a point to be there for every practice and comp

- not surprisingly, he's like hawk. he'll make out with you anywhere, hold your hand, kiss you on the lips. i mean bro gives no fucks ‼️

- the first person he told when you two started dating was actually sam

- i think demetri is super considerate of your needs. like if you have a bad day, he just lays down and runs his fingers through your hair

- he's probably the best to date out of the whole show

- i think he just uses a nickname for you. he doesn't really like "baby" or "babe" or just any pet name

Tory Nichols

- black cat gf ‼️

- she's super big on communication

- dislikes pet names with a passion

- she also thinks the bare minimum is love (my poor girls ☹️)

- holds your hand and will kiss your cheek

- her brother absolutely loves you

- YOU ALSO WATCHED EUPHORIA SUNDAYS.

- bandaging any wounds she gets during training or in fights

- if you dated while her and sam were fighting 24/7, you've had to deescalate fights before

- kim da-eun and you have mad beef.

Anthony LaRusso

- not so secret secret nerd

- you two were bio partners and he had a crush on you the second you were nice to him

- you play with his hair while he plays video games

- he holds your hand and will MAYBE kiss you

- he needs that reassurance (maybe its a larusso thing)

- you are constantly arguing with daniel over how he treats ant

- you two watch movies 24/7

- always partnering up for everything (karate sparing, bio projects)

- anthony, you, and robby are an ICONIC trio

- you defend him and he defends you ‼️

- youre the only one who knows how much his dad upsets him

- over all just such a sweet boy who's gone through it

#cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #robby keene #samantha larusso #tory nichols #tory nichols x reader #anthony larusso x reader #robby keene x reader #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #samantha larusso x reader #miguel diaz x reader #anthony larusso #hawk moskowitz x reader

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vampirzina · 4 months

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˚୨୧⋆｡ ┆ father!tomas vrbada (w. spouse!reader) hcs

tw: gn pronouns, suggestive themes, mdni, domesticity, kuai liang and bi han mentions

notes: for the sake of the story reader has a cooter

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It’s not all that surprising that you had twins. It’s exhausting running after them both as they grow older, but Tomas cakewalks it and still makes time to love on you as much as he did before they were born. As infants, Tomas hardly ever puts them down except for tummy time and the chores that require more effort than just one hand. As soon as he finishes [the task], he picks the opposite twin up (so that “they don’t feel jealous of the other”). He even picks you up when he has that insatiable urge to just hold someone brought on from parenthood.

Tomas engages in anything his kids want him to, even if it’s overtly ridiculous. Tea parties, house, having to watch over a doll like it’s their baby, dinosaur re-enactments, helping shovel dirt to bury something just to dig it back up again, faux makeovers—just anything you can name. His pride is not easily hurt by something as simple as something he feels is the bare minimum, and if you catch him, he gets you involved, too. When Tomas is busy [working] and he has to deny a child, he is 100% going to make it up to them with lots of snacks and playtime. You won’t have Tomas to yourself until late night; he’s the type of father to want to spend the entire day with his children, but can’t.

Tomas loves to tell stories his mother told him about him and his own twin sister. It’s usually in the spur of the moment, like when you’re both watching them play or after they’ve both fell/went to sleep and you’re talking about plans for them. You’re not the only ear he tells it to, and he says it to his own kids as well when he’s got the time for play with them—Tomas answers any and all questions that they might have, but kids are not all that emotionally mature enough to understand that sometimes you can’t just ask certain questions or say certain things. It makes Tomas sad on the inside, but he toughs it out and waits until you’re both alone to find your comfort.

If your kids show interest in the Shirai Ryu, Tomas is glad to teach them! Even if they’re not, he does want to teach them how to fight anyway. If you’re willing, you’ll have to serve as their model as your husband practices on you to show them how it’s done. If not, Hanzo or Kuai Liang is a good alternative. He’ll be as gentle as possible so that they don’t go hurting each other to bruises, of course, but he always has to reiterate that on real opponents they’ll have to hit harder. To make it fair, Tomas wants them to practice on each other, and he the referee. If one of them get hurt too badly you may be upset more than Tomas, so he’s almost too careful.

As for their uncle, Tomas tries to bring them (and you) around Kuai Liang as much as possible. He’s not really a selfish person in most cases, as he values family a lot. After Bi Han, it’s important to him that the rest of the family he has left gets along well—so what better way to do this by having the whole family in one place at the same time? Tomas’ number one favorite thing to do with Kuai Liang, spouse and children is to have one big dinner at any time of the year. He triple checks the children are properly accounted for first even after you’ve done so yourself before anything else, and then comes back to your waiting arms.

You and Tomas would probably only have twins. Although Tomas is busy at the Shirai Ryu, he wouldn’t be opposed to just one more child if you asked. But if that’s not what you want or see in the future with him, he honors that as if his life completely depends on it. He already worships the ground you walk on and kisses more than just your feet even before you gave him twins, and he couldn’t have asked for a greater gift. However if you agree [to having another baby], Tomas would be ecstatic to try again for as long as it takes. Quickie or not, anything counts, to him.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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#mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada x you #tomas vrbada hcs #vampirzina #mk1 x reader

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intimacyequalsdeath · 8 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 8: Vincent Sinclair (Pumpkin Spice)

Welcome my loves to the start of Fictober week 2! We've made it to day 8! Not to sound like a broken record but thanks again for sticking with me for this project <3 This fic will start the on and off smut fics throughout the rest of the month but they will still be labeled as just Fictober fics.

Notes: Minors DNI, porn without plot, NSFW, Smut. Descriptions of reader kept to minimum and no pronouns are used. Possible pet names throughout. Short but sweet.

"Vince?" You asked nearly breathless, The man in question sat at the work table next to the bed you shared with his back to you. His mask next to him on the table but when he heard you he quickly grabbed it and replaced it on his face.

You reached out to stop him before he could put the mask back on entirely.

"Please Vince, Don't cover your face" You begged him, this made him pause and glace out of the corner of his eye at you, still not facing you fully. He pushed out the chair he was sitting on and turned to face you while bringing a hand up to place on your hip.

"I think your handsome without your mask Vince" You told him, putting your hand over his and moving yourself to sit on his lap facing him. His hands shot to your waist to make sure you were stable.

When your lips connected your eyes fluttered shut as Vincent's tongue made it's way into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted your ass to have you sitting on his desk.

His nimble hands worked their way down to the button of the front of your shorts, unbuttoning them and moving them down your legs, Your hands wrapped around the bottom of his sweater and motioned for him to take it off. Vincent was quick to oblige and slipped the thick woven fabric over his head and threw it to the bed. Next came his pants, and your shirt and underwear leaving your bottom half bared to him.

"Vince" You were breathless again as he slipped inside of you, Your legs were straight up in the air as he thrusted in and out at a steady pace. You laid all the way back on his desk, hair hanging off the end and he fucked into you.

Vincent leaned down to press kisses along your exposed chest as your eyes went shut with pleasure.

"P-please, Harder" You gasped as he immediately fulfilled your wish.

The thrusts picked up and the room filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours as the juices from the two of you combined. You reached a hand down to play with yourself as you got fucked but Vincent stopped you, using one hand to pin your wrists above you and the other to hold your leg in the air to get a better angle.

He thrusted back into you at this new angle and you gasped at the new full feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you, hitting every spot just right to elicit the reaction he was looking for.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried to form sentences. You heard a huff of amusement coming from Vincent as he continue to slide in and out, Suddenly Vincent pulled out of you.

You were about to ask what he was doing when his hands flipped you over onto your stomach, he lifted your bottom half up once more and he thrusted his cock back into your velvet walls.

Your hands gripped the edge of his desk, whines and moans the only thing able to fall from your lips as you could feel the pit of your stomach tighten as you came to a climax.

"I-inside Vince please, cum inside" You pleaded almost in tears

Nimble figures reached down to help bring you to the sweet relief of climax, Vincent's cum coated your insides as you made a mess of his desk. Except after you had cum Vincent didn't stop playing with you.

His hands work at your most sensitive parts, slapping yours away when you tried to push him off of you.

"Vince! God, please Vince" You cried out from overstimulation, One more time Vincent your beloved brought you to the sweet climax you begged for before pulling away from you.

Skin slapping against each other was replaced by pants of exhaustion from the both of you. You stayed laid on your stomach on his desk, the feeling of the mess underneath you sticky at your thighs and stomach. You didn't even notice Vincent had left the room until he returned.

The feeling of the soft warm rag on your legs brought you out of your haze. You rolled over onto your back so Vince could reach your legs better. After you were clean he helped you shakily to your feet and over to the bed. He was about to walk away when you grabbed his hand.

"Lay with me Vinnie, Please" You begged once more knowing Vincent found you impossible to say no too. He nodded and climbed in next to you wrapping his arms around you, you nuzzled down into his chest. No sooner had you settled then you were being lulled to sleep by the solid rhythm of his heart beat.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #halloween #Fictober #vincent sinclair smut

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argisthebulwark · 21 days

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I'll Burn Alive For You

summary: Before he gets a chance to confess his feelings, he's already lost you. gn reader, no pronouns or yn used feat: Vilkas, Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf warnings: explicit depictions of injury, death, and grief. masterlist

"I wanted to love you." Vilkas gulps, teeth gritted against those damned tears. His hands are squashed to your abdomen and the cave reeks of your blood. Bleary eyes stare back at him - he doesn't even know if you can hear him. Grabbing fistfuls of your armor he drags you to his lap, lungs burning with the sobs he cannot let out. "Please." He's gasping, begging for you to stay. Your fingers are chilly when they flutter over his hand, smearing blood over his skin. Your lips move around words he can't hear and rage smothers all the sadness - god, he hates himself. He's always been so selfish and here he sits, wasting your last moments begging for you to love him back. "Don't go." Vilkas pleads, struggling to keep pressure to your wound - he knows you've lost too much blood but he can't give up. "The others will be here soon, just - don't go yet." Farkas or Aela will know what to do. They'll have more bandages - he's kicking himself for packing the bare minimum. It's selfish and unfair but he grits his teeth and wills you to stay alive for him. None of it matters, of course. He's seen your wounds and knows when there's no coming back. The rest of the world feels hollow when your last breath rattles under his palm. He should have told you sooner. To hell with the fear of being rebuffed. He should have confessed how deeply you'd embedded yourself into his heart, that training you had become the highlight of his week, that when you accused him of glaring he'd merely gotten lost in thought of kissing you - he should have told you before you were dying in his arms.

He should be happy. Hell, Miraak should be celebrating - he's done it. He's beaten the damned prophecy that's hung over his head for so many years, he actually killed the Last Dragonborn. He survived your crusade on Apocrypha and withstood your attacks - he won. His cruel smile slips when your grip on his arm lessens. You were strong but he was quicker, the dagger easily finding the vulnerable curve where the plates of your armor didn't quite meet. Even when he twisted the knife you'd clung to him, bloodied lips pleading with him to find some other way past this. As Miraak watches your empty eyes stare off into nothingness he feels the life drain from him. Each breath that rattles through your lungs takes you farther from him, sending you to the one place he can't follow. His boots would never sully Sovngarde's heavenly fields but you, oh the gods know you deserve the best the heavens can offer. It's wrong. You are slipping through his fingers and he's powerless to stop it; dropping the blade Miraak grasps for your shoulders, attempting to shake life back into you. This is wrong. He fucked it all up and he needs to stop it. "Dragonborn." He can't make his tongue form your name, the very thought of it feels like a sin. He's done nothing to earn that type of familiarity. "I've changed my mind. We can find another way -" He knows that it is futile. Even as Miraak faces the god that has ruined every facet of his life and offers to forge a new deal he knows that his actions mean nothing - yet he cannot stop himself from trying.

Farkas feels the flame of his heart gutter out. Your hand grows limp where he clutches it to his chest, though your grip on his tunic loosens. He feels so far from the rest of the world, as if he's floating somewhere far from his body - this cannot be real. "No," his whisper breaks the silence, "not yet." It wasn't supposed to be like this. His heart is supposed to be skipping nervously when he asked you out to dinner - it was all planned out. You were supposed to return from the mission, exhausted but successful. Farkas would sweep you off your feet with the promise of dinner and a hot bath. You were supposed to listen to him stumble over his words trying to explain how deeply he'd grown to love you and giggle when he made some awful joke. This wasn't supposed to happen. Aela wasn't supposed to haul you back to Jorrvaskr soaked in blood and mummified with bandages. He wasn't supposed to hear those apologies - this wasn't right. "Don't leave me yet." Farkas begs, voice breaking when he raises your cold fingers to his lips. "We haven't gotten to the good part."

Brynjolf knows loss - grief has been his constant companion over his many years, but he'd forgotten how terribly it burnt when fresh. He heard nothing past the ringing in his ears after those fucking words passed Mercer's lips. "Real sorry, kid." Mercer offered a pat on Brynjolf's shoulder but he's forgotten how to speak. His mind replays that last moment over and over; the little kiss you'd left on his cheek before skipping after the Guild Master, the promise that you'll speak more after returning, the confident grin that made his heart skip. You were so full of life that it had overflowed into him, reigniting a heart that had felt dead for decades. No. Mercer is wrong. He chokes down whatever miserable sound threaten to escape his throat, eyes cast wildly around the Cistern praying that you'll hop out of some shadow and laugh at him for believing such a silly thing. His heart is beating too fast. He can't get enough air in his lungs. The room is spinning and he's going to be sick, he's going to lose his footing. Everything is wrong. Brynjolf has no clue what he's thinking. His feet are moving of their own volition when he trudges through Riften, mind buzzing with that terrible need to prove Mercer wrong. He'll fight through that fucking ruin and find you there - you could be injured, you might need his help. He will not lose you.

#writing #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #vilkas #miraak #farkas #brynjolf

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seratopia · 9 months

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miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - needles

modern au!

→ she/her pronouns!

miguel needs to hold your hand while getting a flu shot anti-vaxxers beware! this cup of tea isn't yours to drink

It has come to your attention that Miguel doesn't regularly go to the doctor.

Are you surprised? No. Your husband is unfortunately infamous for have zero sense of self care, staying in his office for literal days at a time, eating the bare minimum on some occasions, etc.

Although you aren't his mom in any way, you wouldn't be a good wifey if you didn't at least care for him. You try your best to remind him to take breaks, bringing him a hefty platter of food from the cafeteria whenever you're off.

Miguel always appreciates it, though your presence seems to be more healing than the gestures themselves. You always find him greeting you with a big hand rubbing circles into your back, or a quick kiss to the forehead.

It wasn't until Miguel told you he hasn't been to the doctor in about four years that you decided to take full action. After bribing him with kisses and date night at your place, Miguel reluctantly agreed for you to take him to the doctor.

Miguel seemed a little tense in the office, you think the scent of rubbing alcohol was unusual to him. The two of you joked around here and there while waiting, though most of it was just you teasing him for his lack of doctor's visits.

The actual checkup was short-lived; as you suspected, Miguel was mostly healthy (physically). He keeps on muscle, does cardio almost everyday, and you make sure to keep vegetables and proteins on his plates.

"Sir, have you gotten this year's flu shot?"

The question makes your husband freeze in place, and you think he tenses up more than necessary.

"No."

You peer at him questionably, noticing his frozen state.

"Well, would you like to now? We have the shots available, all you need is to sign paperwork."

Words seems to want to spill out of Miguel's mouth, but he seems too flabbergasted to speak. Quickly, you place your hand on his arm, smoothing it down.

"Can we discuss this together in private? We'll have an answer when you come back." You say, and the doctor nods, grabbing their stack of papers and stepping out of the small room.

As soon as the door shuts, you turn to Miguel, who stares shyly off to the side. There's the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks, which you fight the urge to chuckle at.

"What's wrong, Mig?" You ask, taking his hand.

Miguel scratches the back of his neck, running an awkward hair through his chestnut hair. You spot him lick his lips a few times.

"Amor, I'm embarrassed to say..."

You raise an eyebrow, and Miguel sighs, peering to the ground.

"I'm scared of needles."

You can't help but let out the biggest sigh of relief, thankful that your husband wasn't against vaccines or anything like that. (why not talk about these things before getting married, hm?)

You pat his arm, taking his bigger hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckle.

"It's okay, Mig. How long has it been since your last shot?"

"You'll be mad at me if I tell you." He mumbles, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Tell me."

After a moment of silence, Miguel spills. "Six years."

Your eyes immediately widen, your mouth gaping open. A gasp sputters out of you, and Miguel almost seems to curl more into his comically tinier seat.

"Honey- now you have to get those shots!" You whine.

"No lovie, please. I hate it..." Miguel groans, lightly shaking your hands for emphasis. "It scares me..." He seems to turn away like a pouty child, averting your gaze.

You sigh, leaning against your chair for some sort of divine plan with your lips pursed.

"We can do it together, y'know? I haven't gotten mine yet." You offer.

When your husband hears 'together' he whirls around in his seat, his chocolate eyes brightening only the slightest bit. You almost want to giggle at the sight of his excitement, seeing his back straighten.

"You can hold my hand, hug me, do whatever you'd like." You offer teasingly, just to sweeten the deal up. The things you do for your husbands health.

The clock on the wall seems to tick as you watch Miggy in his seat, thinking for a moment about the makeshift deal. His foot is tapping, but he still seems meek. You glimmer your best 'please get your vaccinations baby' face one, fluttering your eyelashes half-jokingly.

Reluctantly, Miguel says yes, but you think it's because you flirted with him a bit.

The doctor arrives 5 minutes later with paperwork to fill just in case, which you willingly fill out. Miguel, on the other hand; you can see his obvious unease in the way his back stiffens.

You try to comfort him with a few pats to his thigh. It's very rare to see Miguel like this, you feel like usually it's you who's nervous, which Miguel is the one who goes out of his way to comfort you. Today, you can feel what it's like to be in Miguel's shoes, and be able to return the favor in the slightest.

The needles are brought in on top of a crystalline plastic tray, along with alcohol wipes, band-aids, and cotton balls. The sight of the vaccines sends Miguel racing for you touch, gripping your hand as tight as a woman in labor.

As the nurse prepares for your turn, you roll your sleeve up, trying to appear as much of a role model as you can for your husband. Miguel can't help himself from sliding his hand onto your back; an instinct he can't restrain. (a reference to my earlier works hehehe)

With your relaxed arms, the shot is over as soon as it started. You were lucky to have a good nurse, they went through the procedure insanely quickly. It was funny for you to watch Miguel tense up for you, his hand jolting on your back.

"All done!" The nurse happily exclaims, already on the move for Miguel's turn. He frantically reaches for your hand, subconsciously pulling you into him. You giggle a little as Miguel hesitantly rolls up his polo shirt sleeve, all the while he pins himself to your side.

Miguel turns to you, whispering in your ear to lighten the mood of his obvious anxiety.

"I'm kinda scared, lovie." He mutters, squeezing your hand once.

You nod. "I know, Mickey. But, it'll be over really quickly."

"Are you sure? I have two."

You smooth your hand down the veins of his arm. "Yes, at the most, it'll be a little pinch. I think you've felt worse pain anyway."

He sighs. "Yeah, like the guy we had to kick out of the office."

You chuckle into your hand, squeezing his hand tighter.

"Pfft, I know. He was so mean."

For a split second, Miguel eyes the nurse, flickering his gaze back to you. He leans into your ear, making it clear that he has something to say privately.

"Does prep take this long?"

You can't keep yourself from smiling. "They're already done!"

Your husband's mouth runs agape, and his head swerves back to his shoulder, complete with two circular band-aids. The nurse is just there, peeling off their gloves onto the tray.

"I didn't even feel it." He says, half-shocked.

You both give your thanks to the nurse, who gives you the full clear to leave. You cheer, standing up to give yourself a quick stretch.

"You're supposed to rub it, y'know?" You say, Miguel opening the door for the both of you. His hand lingers on your nape, guiding you through the hallways of the doctor's office.

"Whad'you mean by rub?"

You start kneading your shoulder where the shot was, rubbing it in circles.

"You gotta rub it so it spreads the medicine around."

Your husband nods, placing his hand on your shoulder behind you. He starts gingerly rubbing your band-aid clad arm, rubbing it too gently in circles like he would your back. You aren't surprised when he presses a kiss to the top of your head, resting his chin up top your head as you walk to the car.

"Not me! You!" You exclaim, Miguel retracting away his hands with a frown.

#atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fluff #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #romance #spiderman #reader insert #seratopia writes ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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prince-koda · 8 months

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Too Tired

Bucky Barnes x Reader (semi-implied established relationship)

Word Count: 469

A/N: I have had 0 good ideas so I wrote this during my free time at work and it kinda blows but I'm forcing myself to post it anyway. As always, no gendered pronouns, description of reader, or whatever. 2nd POV. Hardly proofread. Constructive criticism always appreciated.

He’s too pretty. It’s hard to think with him in the room, let alone with him looking at you.

You know he’s trying to get a read on you and you know you should be trying harder to act normal, but he makes it so hard.

Work has been hard. Sleeping has been hard. Doing the bare minimum has become nearly impossible. It all just feels like you’re just going through the motions and you’re not sure what the end goal is.

So maybe you’ve been a bit off, but you’ve been trying to just let your burdens be your own. But he’s too observant.

“I know I don’t have a lot of room to speak, but I wish you wouldn’t shut us- I wish you wouldn’t shut me out.” Bucky sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows while he sat next to you on the couch.

Watching random movies was quickly turning into a conversation you had been avoiding. Now longer was being tired or just having a headache a good enough excuse for the slightly off behavior and Bucky could hear the gears turning in your brain as you attempted to come up with an answer.

“You don’t have to talk about it specifically if you don’t want to. I just,” he paused. “I really want- I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel like you need to lie.”

Despite the TV still playing in the background, you could swear there was no sound besides the panicked stuttering of your heart.

“I’m sorry.”

A reflexive apology. An attempt to fix something that wasn’t even broken.

“I just don’t know what to say. I never know what to say so I just shrug it off so I don’t bother anyone else. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

This had him moving. A smooth reach towards the coffee table to grab the remote, turn the tv off, before turning to face you.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I just want you to be okay and for you to let me know if I can do anything to help.” Bucky played with his hands.

You nod, almost in shame. A nearly silent “okay” left your lips.

There was a slight pause before Bucky shifted again. His hand enveloping your own; gently like he was worried about scaring you.

“So next time when you’re feeling… tired, just know I’m here for you.” He gave a nervous smile, but not a performative one. A shy and sweet smile.

“Wait a second,” your teasing tone bringing a wide smile to your face. “Do you like me?”

Bucky groaned and nudged you with his shoulder.

“That’s defamatory.” He rolled his eyes, his boyish smile never leaving his lips, before lifting your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #kodywrites

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eoieopda · 6 months

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HELLO IT IS I, THE CHAOS DEMON WHO CAN READ YOUR MIND.

HEREBY OFFICIALLY REQUESTING A SEQUEL TO THE VMIN DRABBLE.

AND LIKE. LISTEN. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO MAKE IT A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTLE LONGER WE'LL ALL LOOK THE OTHER WAY.

(like if you need to do five times the wc, i swear, we'll all be really cool about it)

(or eight times. you know. things happen. the hand slips. we get it.)

because. uh. i'm afraid to report that I'm gonna need the FULL story here. beginning to end. like i need every detail until someone goes home.

the one with the hall pass pt. ii

summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (sequel, smut) wc: 2.6k rating: 18+ — minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: jimin’s pov; reader is afab + referred to (minimally) with she/her pronouns; sexual orientation isn’t explicitly designated for anyone, but it's implied that everybody is queer to some extent; unprotected (t) + protected (j) piv penetration; big dick™️ kim taehyung; jimin kinda doms?; lil bit of praise + spit + bulge kinks; spit-roasting; oral (m receiving) + deep throating; voyeurism, i guess?; overstimulation + squirting; cum eating; jimin is in his feelings; aftercare; the ending is up to interpretation. a/n: it’s finally here — the rest of the one with the hall pass, which was initially requested by @here2bbtstrash ✨ this picks up where pt. i left off, but there’s barely a plot to be found, so it’s not necessarily… necessary to have read that first.

For as long as Jimin can remember, he’s been the butt of the joke for being so hopelessly unlucky.

All thumbs.

He’s the one laughing now, it seems, with you sprawled out naked and half-spent between his legs, using his thigh as a pillow, and Taehyung on his knees at Jimin’s side. With one of those thumbs flicking idly over your left nipple and the other tucked into the wet heat of Taehyung’s hollowed-out cheeks.

Likewise, he’s teased Taehyung for that oral fixation of his for years, and — well, Jimin feels a bit differently about it now that it’s being fixated on him.

Funny how quickly tables turn.

He tears his eyes off Taehyung to glance down at you, only to find that your starry eyes are already watching him. As much as he loves that fuck-drunk look on your face, Jimin can’t help but drink down the rest of you. His gaze keeps spilling — over your bare chest, your soft stomach, down down down to the knees resting coquettishly against one another.

“How the fuck,” he sighs, turning his head back to his best friend, “Do you get anything done with this one around?”

Taehyung releases Jimin’s thumb with a pop. “That’s the thing…” Beaming, all sparkly and fond, he sighs, “I don’t.”

And when you laugh, your boyfriend’s cheeks go pink. He ducks his head sheepishly, like that sweet shyness will make either you or Jimin want to look anywhere else. He can't imagine doing so; he can't imagine that you get much done with Taehyung around, either. Now, Jimin has butterflies in his stomach all over again — twice as many as when he first barged into your apartment like an opportunistic bull in a china shop, twice as busy.

If he thinks too hard about it, he really might start tearing up. There’s the insane extent to which the two of you adore each other, and the fact that you’re letting him sit in the middle of that, even for a night.

It’s a lot.

It’s everything.

It’s got Jimin flustered to hell and back, and if he doesn’t get a fucking grip, he won’t be able to live up to expectations — his or yours.

Focus.

He fights through the shakiness in his voice, arching an eyebrow to feign authority he doesn’t actually feel he has. “Taehyungie?”

Maybe he should keep the cute nicknames to a minimum to achieve the desired effect.

“Taehyung,” Jimin amends with a little more confidence.

And if his friend doesn’t perk up at the attention…

Switching focus, he directs his next words to Taehyung while staring straight at you: “Show me how you fuck her.”

You shiver — he can feel it — and shift slightly in his lap. Your head tilts against his thigh so you can stare up at him fully; that dark glint in your eye makes his dick twitch next to you, which he’s sure you feel.

“Where do you want us?” You ask, voice low.

Well, shit. Where doesn’t he want you?

Jimin pauses, pinching his lower lip between his teeth as he tries to think through the logistics. So, maybe he hasn’t done this before — so what? He makes a game-time decision while skimming his fingertips down the soft slopes of your shoulders, humming, “Stay put, pretty."

Then, with a single finger pointed, he wordlessly directs Taehyung to get back between your legs where he belongs. Your boyfriend listens immediately, although he does it so excitedly that he nearly knocks himself off balance in skirting around your knees. Large hands settle over the tops of them when he reaches his position, giving you a gentle squeeze that says open wide.

As you do, you straighten your body out in front of Jimin’s so your back rests against his chest. “Like this?” You ask with a quick glance over your shoulder, just as eager to please as Taehyung.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles before he can stop himself. He brushes a kiss onto your forehead to hide his smile, and you preen at the praise, nestling further into him. “Just like that. Give me all your weight, love. Don’t be shy.”

Taehyung finds his voice then. He pipes up, a little breathless, and his downright reverent tone makes Jimin’s stomach flutter. “What a perfect fucking view the two of you make.”

Jimin could say the same.

The chain of Taehyung's necklace dangles over your chest when he leans down to kiss you, quick and desperate like he’s starving for years. Jimin’s pulse sprints as he watches you lick into your lover’s mouth, fingers carding through his hair and tugging gently. And he almost pouts, despite how enraptured he is. Because his best friend knows him better than anyone else, he doesn’t have to say why.

Taehyung knows that Jimin’s just as hungry.

“Did you think I’d leave you out?” Taehyung whispers, breath fanning over Jimin’s lips.

Jimin doesn’t answer. He can’t. His lower lip is nipped between someone else’s teeth so suddenly that his Etch-a-Sketch brain is wiped clean; and the sting pulls an unexpected whimper out of him. Taehyung captures his kiss properly and swallows that breathy, little sound the moment it slips out, mouth curving into a smile against Jimin’s own.

You make sure your presence between them is known, even though there’s no way in hell they could’ve forgotten about you — hand dipping down to languidly stroke Jimin’s leaking dick behind you, marking up Taehyung’s chest with teasing nibbles and sucks.

You must give one of those a little extra oomph because Taehyung breaks his lip-lock to groan low and deep from the base of his lungs.

“Please.” Wide, wet eyes boring into Jimin’s, he pleads, “Can I fuck her now?”

The fact that Jimin is being asked for permission would normally go straight to his head, but his cock intercepts it, twitching in your palm.

You simper, like you know you’re saying what Jimin’s thinking out loud. “You better.”

He places his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders and gently pushes him away. The younger of the two leans back onto his heels, rests one hand on your hip to brace you against him, and wraps the other around his length. Once he lines himself up with your slit, he moves to slide home. Jimin stops him short.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts.

Two pairs of eyes flick up to his face, no doubt catching the smug look on it. Jimin lets both of you simmer in the anticipation for a moment. He loves your equal, undivided attention, and he wants to revel in it for as long as possible. He can’t wait for long, unfortunately; the only thing he likes more than the pair of you watching him is watching you.

“Spit on it first.”

Taehyung’s perfect, 4-D brain sees both interpretations of that directive, so he acts accordingly. He spits once on his cock, and while he works that saliva down his length, he spits onto the mess he’s already made of your pussy.

You squeak at the contact, shiver again in Jimin’s arms. The way he rubs his palms over your biceps only makes the goosebumps worse, Jimin notes. He likes it that way. He likes the way his friend is once again looking at him with pleading eyes, too; and he has to bite back a smile when he finally gives in. “Good boy. Go ahead.”

Just like that, the list of things that Jimin adores triples in length. He couldn’t order them if he tried, so equally fucked up over each discovery that he couldn’t possibly place one over another.

There's the muted sob you shake out when Taehyung stuffs you full and the blatant bulge in your abdomen when you’ve taken him to the hilt. Taehyung’s head tipping back — eyes closed and bottom lip trapped between his teeth — when the warmth of you spreads far enough to pink his cheeks. Your body moving against Jimin’s with each one of your boyfriend’s thrusts, working him up despite not taking him inside you, too.

Fuck.

Is the room spinning, or is he really about to cum like this?

Jimin decides to make you cum instead. He takes back one of the hands he’s been using to keep your thighs spread, and he presses the heel of it to your abdomen — right above your pubic bone — all but forcing your g-spot into Taehyung’s line of fire. There’s no delay to that gratification; you wail immediately, going tense all over as your whole body spasms.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you sputter helplessly. “Oh, my god.”

Jimin can only imagine how Taehyung feels, fighting for his life while your cunt attempts to squeeze it out of him. He doesn’t stop, even though you’re babbling, and he doesn’t slow down. After a few moments slip away, he tears his rolled eyes off the ceiling, stares at Jimin with a rabid look in them, and announces, “She’s still cumming.”

Of course, Jimin believes Taehyung. That doesn’t quell the need to confirm for himself, with his own eyes.

And he does, gaze drifting down to where your boyfriend drills himself into you. It's even better than he imagined, finding you absolutely gushing around his cock, soaking your inner thighs, Taehyung’s balls, and the sheets blow.

And he’ll be goddamned if his own orgasm comes just by watching yours, which is apparently never-ending.

Fuck.

Taehyung, as usual, reads Jimin’s mind. He pats one of your trembling thighs affectionately, somehow managing to get your attention while you’re astral projecting between their bodies to somewhere far away. Just as confusingly, you muster the ability to be adorable at a time like this.

“Y-yes?” You peep, voice beyond wrecked.

Neither Jimin nor Taehyung can help it, it seems. In tandem, they both tilt their heads down to kiss you. One pair of lips presses to each of your temples, earning a pleased hum from you.

Taehyung responds to your question without any air in his lungs. “Want Jimin to feel you, too, baby. Is that okay?”

Your answer is the same as the last time, but the intention is completely different. Now, when you cry out in the affirmative, it’s not a question; it sounds a lot like begging. Goddamn.

It takes both Jimin and Taehyung to gently maneuver your fucked-out body. You’re so pliable, melting like wax into their arms as they shift positions. You only resume form when you wind up on your knees with your face mere centimeters from Taehyung’s cock.

Behind you, Jimin sheaths himself with a condom. He rolls his eyes as he flicks the package somewhere off to the side. “Of course you buy them flavored."

Taehyung looks shameless instead of shy for once, only responding to the tease with a grin and a shrug. You look over your shoulder at Jimin, pulling a face that makes him cackle. “The cherry one tastes like a cough drop —"

"Hey!" Taehyung interjects with an exaggerated look of offense.

"— one that got dropped," you smirk. "Right in the dirt.”

“I promise not to make you taste it.” Jimin punctuates his oath with a quick kiss to your spine that makes you purr. “Put your mouth on Taehyung instead, pretty.”

The only way that Jimin knows you’ve listened is the shuddered gasp Taehyung lets go. Jimin can’t see a damn thing for himself, so spellbound when he pushes into your cunt that his vision goes white at the edges. “Holy fuck,” he coughs.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

It’s the only word in his brain, and it ricochets around his otherwise empty skull, speeding up when you take his silence as a cue to clench around him.

Does Taehyung go semi-blind whenever he fucks you? Jimin figures he must because there’s no way in hell that a person could get used to a searing heat like yours. He’s a mess, not just physically; and the urge he feels again to cry isn’t solely based on how embarrassed he’d be if he came as quickly as his body wants to.

You both chose him.

Out of all the friends you have, Jimin is the one you wanted here with you — like this, sharing it all like it's no big deal.

He’s the one that knows firsthand how adoringly Taehyung looks at you when you have his dick down your throat, drool dribbling over your chin because there’s no room left for it in your mouth.

The one holding your hair out of your face, using your hand-wrapped ponytail to guide you back onto his own cock, whispering praise into your sweat-slicked back and watching how his compliments make you work harder to earn more of them.

Moaning himself when Taehyung’s release shoots down your waiting throat, when your kitten-licks ensure that the tip of his cock is spotless after the fact, when gratitude swoops down to kiss you stupid.

Jimin’s never felt closer to anyone, never loved his friends more than he does now.

Not for nothing, he’s also never felt an orgasm build so strongly that it tingles at the back of his skull before. “F-fuck,” he hiccups, although it sounds more like a cry. “I’m gonna cum. Shit. Feels so fucking good. Where do you want it?”

He begs himself — steels himself — to hold out long enough for your input. His pace slows so his stamina and resolve don’t give up at once. You’re throbbing around him, though, and feeling your fucking heartbeat like this doesn’t make this any easier on him.

Taehyung is the one who answers, knocking Jimin off-kilter with only three words:

“In my mouth.”

It was a team effort to get you and your sore limbs into the shower, but the three of you eventually managed. Taehyung had stayed with you, mostly because nobody felt confident that you’d stay upright; but also because Jimin hadn’t offered. Even considering the idea felt like imposing, and as far as Jimin figured, this was one of the few parts of the night that shouldn’t be shared.

So, after a quick piss and a thorough wash of his hands, he slipped out of the bathroom to find his clothes.

To try to find his clothes, that is.

“Jesus,” he mutters to himself, laughing under his breath.

What a fucking mess you’d all made — clothes, sheets, accessories. Like a bomb had gone off, your commingled assets had exploded everywhere. At this rate, he’d be lucky to find a single sock, let alone his favorite pair of jeans.

Figuring that stripping the bed might help, Jimin sets to work pulling the comforter and sheets off the bed, tossing them into a hamper he found near the door. When the fabric flutters, he hears a ring clatter down to the hardwood. It's one he doesn’t remember coming off in the first place, and that makes him chuckle, too.

After a while, his inventory includes two socks — one that’s his and one that isn’t — a belt, his sweater, and what he assumes is your scrunchie.

Were you even wearing one?

He’d been so busy with his scavenger hunt that he hadn’t noticed the water shutting off in the neighboring room. He doesn’t notice your presence in the doorway until you clear your throat.

“These have to be yours. Taehyung is tragically in his animal print era.”

Jimin pauses and stands upright, having been searching under the bed. His gaze lands on the black Calvins first, then it sweeps over your outstretched arm to the rest you. There’s a fluffy, grey towel wrapped around your freshly-washed body; and wrapped around your towel is Taehyung, smiling sleepily with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Definitely mine,” Jimin sighs after a slight pause, nodding.

It would be anyone’s guess what he’s referring to — his underwear or the people holding it out to him — but there’s no room given for uncertainty because Taehyung says, “By the way, I’m calling the shots next time,” and Jimin is hit so hard with relief that his laugh explodes right out of him.

“We can workshop it.”

“Next time,” you repeat, like those words make you just as giddy.

Jimin nods firmly. “Next time.”

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fluffysucker · 1 year

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And you come back to me.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

He is back. He is here. He is home.

Written in third pov. Minimum use of Y/N. But lots of female pronouns lol.

Always had this idea in my mind and just decided to write it. Lmk if you like it. Likes, comments, reblogs are very highly appreciated

"Can you, please, stop?. You are driving me insane." Her roommate's voice got her out of her head. She was pacing around the living room nonstop, the floor underneath almost wore off.

She looked at her friend, Allison, with the same look she had had on since it happened. Her pleading eyes holding back tears. Her lips trembling from anxiety. Her friend could almost see her nerves burning down with worry.

"I'm sure he is okay." Allison tried what she had been doing for the past days. Reassuring her.

"You don't know this." She almost shouted at her roommate.

"If something had happened, we would have known." Allison pointed to the TV screen that has been playing the news ever since they found out.

"Yeah, sure. Because the people want to hear about the wellbeing's of the former Winter Soldier." She couldn't help the sarcastic comment from coming out. She wasn't delusional. She knew very well how the media saw him. How the public thought of him. She just didn't find it in herself to ever care.

She moved to sit in between her bestfriend and her boyfriend on the coach they were taking. The man, Louis, was almost living with them at this point.

"He is fine, Y/N." Allison added, trying to soothe her friend's worries.

"Then why hasn't he shown up, yet?." She rested her head on the cushions, letting the dark thoughts consume her.

"I'm sure saving the world takes a bit of a time." Louis spoke. He has been watching her lose her mind for the past few days.

She knew they were right. They were giving all the logical answers to her paranoid questions. But she couldn't help it.

The pain of losing him was like no other. She knew pain all her life. But the day Steve Rogers showed up at her doorsteps with the sad guilty look in his eyes, she felt her whole world crashing from beneath her. He was her world.

The pain was suffocating. It was everywhere and she couldn't escape. She was drowning in the wide ocean with no sign of a shore near. The rocks on her lungs were only getting heavier by the day. The burning fire was eating everything inside of her and nothing can put it off. The pain was so intense that she could feel her body hurting some days. It was translated into her fatigue body.

Five years were a long time. However, it didn't make it any easier. She just figured out how to live with it. How to wake up every single day, knowing it was another day where he wasn't here, and continue her day. How she shouldn't write down stuff happened so she could tell him next time she would meet him. How someone she had known for most of her life wasn't here anymore.

She worked so hard on grasping this idea, but it was so painful. Even when they weren't together, they would still write letters and notes for each other. Now, there was nobody to write to

Their love wasn't an easy one. So many hardships were thrown their way, and they survived them all. And it's was finally the time to have their chance of normality and live the life they deserved. Fate had a different saying. He was ripped away from her.

It was so cruel. So damaging. And she can't say she survived this time.

She put on the act. Just like everyone else. Keeping up with a routine and living a life she barely wanted. Pretending he wasn't always her first and last thought.

She fooled herself into thinking she could try and move on. She never failed in something more. In the past five years, she went on 3 dates on total. And not one of them she even stayed till the end.

She could almost swear she was haunted by him. His face blurring to all the people she knew. His voice ringing in her ears. His soft touch lingering on her. Her mind was playing sick games on her.

She lost the hope of him coming back ever again. Steve explained everything. He was gone. The love of her life was vanished into thin air like he never existed. So when the snap was reversed and everyone was said to be back, she couldn't help it but wanting this to end. To have him back.

However, her mind was getting the best of her. With the news of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff sacrificing their lives for the greater good, she was stressed, to say the least. She knew him and knew how he thought his life didn't matter anymore , especially with all he had done. She wishes he would know how much he mattered to her. She never stopped reminding him, but she knew him too well.

It's been a couple of days of pure chaos and joy. People were reuniting with their loved ones. And there she was, sitting in between the only people she cared about in the last years, waiting for him. Hoping he would show up.

The thought of him not wanting to be with her anymore crossed her mind more times than she would like to admit. She didn't know what had happened there or how these years passed for him. She couldn't tell.

Her friends tried to ground her back to Earth, keeping the hope bright in her spirit. They were fighting the worst-case scenarios from occupying all her head.

They stayed with her for a while longer. Unlike her, the couple had other people who were blipped back, and she wasn't going to ruin their happiness by keeping them tied up beside her. They should be celebrating, not fighting her demons. While she appreciated their support, she couldn't be selfish.

They knew it was no vain fighting her. So they left. They reached the bottom of the stairs and were about to leave the building when they saw him.

He kept looking around like a lost child. He looked exactly like the pictures she kept in her bedroom.

"Oh my god." Allison couldn't contain it to herself. He turned around very quickly when he heard the words. He was lost he didn't sense their presence.

"Oh my god. You are here." He couldn't help but look at the woman weirdly. He was pretty sure he didn't know her. Maybe the other guy did. But she seemed very happy to see him.

"You must not know which apartment it's." It was like she figured out the solution to the most complicated mathematical problem.

"It's the fifth floor. Apartment 20." He couldn't hide the surprise look on his face when the woman gave him the answer he was indeed looking for.

"You are for Y/N, aren't you?." Allison had to ask when she saw his hard gaze

Allison smiled at the way his face softened immediately at the mention of her name. She could swear she saw his body relax a bit as he nodded.

"Great. She is in apartment 20 on the fifth floor. I'm Allison, Y/N's roommate." The over friendly woman moved away from the stairs to let him use them.

"It is nice meeting you. I'm sure we will be meeting properly again." She was gently pushing him to get up. She wanted her bestfriend to finally have this moment.

He took the hint and nodded his head as he went up. He felt a bit happy knowing she had someone. Someone who looked so cheerful and helpful.

He couldn't deny that his heart flattered at the thought of her talking to people about him. Maybe she still loved him. Maybe she still wanted him

Even with Steve constant reassure that she was still very much in love with him and all her attempts to move on ended before they even began. Once everything died down for a bit after Tony's funeral, he finally gathered enough courage to ask about her.

"Surprised you didn't ask during the fight." Steve teased him as he was the one who witnessed their love for each other most of all.

Little did Steve know, the minute he opened his eyes back in Wakanda, her name was the first thing blurting out of his mouth before Doctor Strange showed up and told them to get ready for the fight.

All these days, he had to fight the urge to ask about her. Was she snapped, too? If not, was she okay?. How was she doing?. So many questions running endlessly in his brain.

He couldn't say he was surprised when Steve told him they stayed in close contact all these years, claiming it was his bestfriend duty to look after her. He also couldn't say he wasn't so grateful to the blonde for doing so.

Steve gave him her new address, reassuring him that she would be so happy to see him. That his worries wasn't true at all.

And here he was now, standing at her door. He kept moving his hand up and down his jeans to calm down himself. He wanted her to be happy, yet he didn't know what he would do if she didn't want him anymore?.

He took a deep breath and stopped the wild thoughts from taking over. With every bit of courage in his body, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

"Go away, Allison" Even muffled behind the door, her voice sent a wave of calmness through him. He knocked again softly.

"Allison, I said go be with your family. I'm fine. " He smiled at her. Always so selfless. His heartbeats were starting to pick up. He couldn't wait to see her again. So he knocked again.

"What the hell do you...." Words died at the tip of her tongue once she opened the door and saw him. Her eyes wide open and her jaw almost hitting the floor.

He let his eyes scan her up and down. God, she was so beautiful. She dyed her purple and curled it. She had a different style of clothing. She looked different but still the same somehow.

For him, it was a couple of weeks since he last saw her, but he knew it had been years for her. So he let take her time staring at him like a ghost. Which was kind of true.

She couldn't believe it. He was standing in front of her. Looking just like the last time she saw him. Long hair locks resting on his shoulder. Steel blue eyes deeper than the ocean. All black on outfit. He was here.

"Bucky." It was a tiny whisper. But it didn't miss him.

"Yes, doll." He let her set the pace and choose the next step.

The pet name only he called her sent shivers down her body. His voice so deep, yet so sweet on her ears.

She knew they were back, but she couldn't let herself believe it was really him. Her mind played all sorts of tricks on her, and she wasn't ready to fall victim to a new one.

She thought the lack of sleep combined with overthinking and stress would result in these hallucinations. He was a fragment of her imagination. An new type of coping mechanism.

She needed to make sure he was real. So she stepped forward slowly, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. Fully expecting him to disappear.

She gasped when her fingers made contact with his beard. And he couldn't help but lean his hand into her touch.

"You are here." It wasn't a cruel game. Her wish came true.

"I'm here." He pressed a soft kiss on the palm on her hand.

The gesture sent electricity through her body. A wake-up shock. It was no hallucination. He was real and he was her.

"Bucky."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes to reach his height. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

Like all the weight was lifted off her. It stopped hurting. She was finally free. His significant scent entered her nostrils, making her chest flatter. She buried her face in his neck, wanting to feel all him at once.

Bucky took notice and understood. He moved one of his arms from her waist to her hips, supporting her to wrap her legs around his waist, which she happily did.

She wrapped herself around him like a baby koala. She felt the tears forming in her eyes. For the first time in her life, it was happy tears.

"You are back." Words escaped her mouth. She let her guard down, and her brain wasn't haunting her.

"I'm. I'm right here." Bucky said as he walked the two of them inside and closed the door with his feet.

"I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere, doll." He knew she needed to hear this.

"I got you, doll." It felt so marvellous to hold her. She fitted perfectly between his arms.

It's been weeks for him, and he couldn't believe how much he missed her.

They stood like this for a bit. The only sound in the room was her sniffing. Then he moved them to sit on her coach.

She didn't let go of him. Taking over his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed to feel every bit of him to stay grounded. He didn't mind at all. He even pulled her closer to him again.

"I missed you so much." She couldn't keep the tears anymore. They fell on her face freely. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before wiping them away.

"I'm so sorry." Bucky knew it wasn't his fault, but he also felt the need to apologise.

He rested his forehead against hers, giving her all the contact she could need to be sure he was really here.

She closed the small distances between them and pressed her lips to his. And just like that, she could feel life return her. The cup of water after running in the desert for days. Rocks on her lungs broken into pieces. A lifeboat came and saved her from drowning. All feeling she never thought would go away. All gone and replaced with the familiarity of him.

He kissed her back happily. The kiss was soft and gentle. Serving its role as a reminder that they are back. Together.

They wanted to stay kissing for eternity, but the need for air made them break apart. She pulled away for a bit, looking at his eyes. The eyes she missed so much. The eyes that filled her with warmth.

"I love you so much, Bucky. Losing you was the most difficult I had to go through, and I could never get over it. You are my life. My reason to be. My saviour. My sanity. My everything. My love. My man."

She wanted him to know how much he he truly meant to her. How madly she loved him. How deeply and hopelessly she was in love with him.

"Life without you was meaningless. It had no color or taste. You give my life a purpose. You make me want to live. I love you with my whole heart and more. I never thought I could love someone so much, but I'm so in love with you, Bucky."

She wanted to declare her undying love for him even if it was cheesy. She wanted him to know how devoted she was to him. That it would take all her life to get over him. And she won't succeed. Only her death would make her forget Bucky Barnes. And she wasn't so sure about this even

His eyes glossed with tears. He couldn't comprehend how someone would love after all he had done. Especially someone so sweet and amazing. It must be the world's atonement for all his suffering. And he didn't deserve her.

However, he would never let her go. Only a fool would let a dame like her go. He would cherish her and take care of her for the rest of his life. He would never let anything happen to her. He would die before she would get hurt. He wanted to spend all his days loving her.

He kissed her, trying to show her how much she meant to him, too. Pouring all his emotions into the kiss. Even in the 40ths, he never felt this for any of the ladies he knew. This deep unconditional love. Only for her. Y/N. His doll. His girl

She pulled away with a true smile on her face. She rested her head on his shoulder. Seeking all the comfort and safety he provided. He tightened his grip around her. Pressing soft kisses to her face. Letting themselves sink into each other

He was back. He was here. He was home. And she couldn't be happier

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ax-y10 · 10 months

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Fresh Starts

In which: Wilbur moves in next door, and readers child does something a little different

A/n: this is a random dadbur drabble/blurb based on this prompt list (prompt five). I'm going to add this to the masterlist in a while (after I wake up and get out of bed).

Chapter info: Single parent reader, single parent Wilbur, he has a daughter and reader has a daughter (I can only write girls 😭), mentions of parents leaving, doubt, let me know if I said "mum" in it and I'll change it.

Pronouns: Mention of they/them, mainly you/yours

Masterlist:

You doubted yourself. Simple as that. Before you had your daughter, you didn't know if you could ever do what's best for her. But the minute you saw her wonderful face and beautiful smile, you knew you were going to do your best, even if it was the bare minimum.

He doubted himself. How was he going to look after the carbon-copy of himself? After his girlfriend left him, he didn't know how he was going to help the young one. But everytime he saw his daughters face, he knew he was going to do something.

When your daughter grew up and gained some traction in the world, she was unstoppable. "Come on! I'm going to be late for school!" She would yell each morning at exactly 7:45 in the morning. "Yes, sweets," You'd say, finishing tying her shoes up, and off she ran down the stairs of the apartment complex.

As soon as his daughter was grown up and exploring the world, he was never going to be able to stop her. "Dad! Dad! Come on! You're going to be late for the studio!" She'd remind him of his daily task as they were in a rush, and tried to calm his nerves. "We're almost there. You can see the boys soon," He'd finish, pulling up out the front of the studio.

The front desk lady, or your bestfriend, had told you there was someone moving in next door. 'Next door?' You'd thought. 'But that's where my daughter loves to play?' You'd ramble again. "But next door? What's she going to do?" You questioned, motioning to your daughter. "Oh, she'll be fine. The man has a daughter of his own, and he'll completely understand if he sees a little girl wandering in through his door," And that was the first impression Wilbur would get of you.

His daughter was grabbing at his pants leg, desperately wanting to hide and get into their room, but he had to talk to the front desk lady before doing so, so he slung her over his hip and held her. "Is there anything else I should know?" He queried, knowing the need of his daughter's was growing. "One more thing. Your little one is getting a bit needy so I'll make it quick. There is an absolutely lovely person who has the flat on your right. They also have a daughter around the age of yours," He nodded, thanked her, and off they went. And the first thing he saw as he was unpacking was a small girl wandering through his door.

"Sweets? Where are you?" You said as you walked around your flat. You hadn't told her she couldn't go next door, as to not hurt her feelings, but your heart dropped when you heard a familiar giggle from the room over. Your daughter was with the man who'd never seen your face before. And that in itself scared you so much. Moving to the room over and slowly knocking on the door, a kind smile welcomed you.

"Darling? Where's your parents?" He'd asked your daughter, her smile dropping when she saw him, for more than one reason. A tall man with funny glasses, a messed up collar tucked underneath a grey sweater, and a beanie pulled over his mess of brown, curly hair. The giggle that spilled from her lips couldn't be anything other than joy as her fingers laced through his hair. He heard rushed footsteps, and a knock on the door soon after. Pulling your daughter up onto his hips, he told his own daughter, wherever she was, that he'd be back soon. He opened the door, and greeted your shorter figure with a warm, welcoming smile.

You stood at the doorway, introduced yourself as 'the girl he was holding's parent', all the while your daughter made grabby hands at you, whining when she didn't get held by you. "Oh sorry, probably should have given her back. I'm Wilbur, by the way," He introduced, handing your daughter back to you, and welcoming you through the door. You sat down at his half put together table and got comfortable.

"Uhm, hello, I'm the girl you're holding's parent, if that makes any sense," you introduced yourself. He noticed the girl's desperate grabby hands, and held her out to you, "Oh sorry, probably should have given her back. I'm Wilbur, by the way," He held out his hand behind his back and welcomed you through, and watched intently as you found a seat at his half built table.

Before you both knew it, you were both a daily occurrence in each other's lives. Whether it was passing each other in the hall, bumping into each other when dropping your daughter's off at school, having dinner at his flat, and watching him at studio while he recorded songs. You both knew each other more than you'd known any other person you'd met, and you both saw no end of the friendship, and even hoped it moved last a friendship.

You offered to help drop off his daughter when he had to go to studio early that morning, now that your daughter and his had gotten along, and he happily obliged, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Finally having someone to be by his side and offering to help was such a blessing in his eyes. He absolutely adored your daughter and loved the way your eyes sparkled when she did something, whether it was big or small.

How long till you got to see him tonight? One hour. An hour until he was picking you up, driving you to the restaurant across Brighton and dropping your daughter's off at his studio. God, and this is like every rom-com you've ever watched. The man arrives early, you're not ready, he watches in disbelief at how stunning you are... But that isn't how it plays out. Even though he does arrive early, he waits patiently in the living room with the two girls, happily chatting along with them, until you walk out of your room. It's simple, a plain black shirt with white patterning scattered across it, a pair of jeans stuffed in the back of your closet, some random converse and your hair done up in plaits.

He was stressed. He said casual dress for the date, and here he was stressing over wearing a sweater and sweatpants. After running his hands over his sweater, through his hair, and along every smooth surface, he was finally ready to pick you up. Arriving earlier than planned, he knocked on the door and your daughter ran up to him, before running inside with his own. "Y/n, I'm here. Come out when you're ready," he called out, hearing your approval from the few rooms away. When you walked out, however, he had to register for a second what he was looking at. Yes, it was simple, and yes, probably not your best outfit, but you looked good in everything you wore.

Arriving home after the date, hearing Phil interacting with your children, Wilbur stopped you just before you walked inside. "I need to tell you something," He spoke.

"I need to tell you something," he spoke, awaiting your answer. "What's wrong?" God, he loved how you cared for him so much. "I want to go on another date with you. It's fine if you don't want to, and I don't mind, but I just need to do one more thing-" He finished his sentence, leaving forward, flicking his eyes to your lips for a split second, and he was filled with joy the minute your lips met his.

A little knock on the door, and a child running into your legs, you immediately pulled away. "Why were you kissing Dad?" Your little one asked, and your gaze flew to him to see what he thought.

His face was red as he heard the word 'Dad'. He'd never thought of himself as a dad. Could have never dreamed of it. But here he was, falling more in love with you and your child by the second. "Do y- you, uh, do you want me to be your d- dad?" He asked your daughter, only for clarification so he knew she meant it.

And off the little one went, standing on his feet and clinging to his pant leg "Yes please. They seem very happy when their with you, and I see the way you look at them. You love them, and I think they love you," and off he went asking you.

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almostgenerallyalways · 2 years

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Tacit Admissions

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader (no gender specific pronouns used) Category: fluff, angst Word count: 1.4k Cw: canon typical violence, hospitals Authors note: meant to write a little blurb but it turned out a one shot

Summary: Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself.

You rush through the hospital corridor, your wet shoes skidding on the drab green vinyl flooring. A nurse looks at you disapprovingly as you pass him, but you barely take note, finally coming to an abrupt stop in a waiting area strewn with outdated magazines and abandoned Styrofoam cups containing the dregs of terrible coffee, drunk only to keep shaking hands busy and weary minds alert. Facing you is your co-worker Derek Morgan, and to your immense relief, he is smiling.

“Hey,” he says, pulling you to him in a quick one-armed hug. “You look exhausted.”

“Thanks.” You pull back, taking in the lines around his eyes, more pronounced than usual. “You don’t exactly look like you got your recommended eight hours either.” You look around you at the various doors leading off the hall. “How is he?”

Derek laughs and shakes his head, used to you getting straight to the point. “He’s fine. Like I said on the phone, they got him out of surgery around 6, he woke up twenty minutes ago.” He motions to his right arm. “It looked worse than it was. No major damage.”

His words do little to lift the immense weight of guilt and worry on your shoulders, but still they are exceedingly welcome, and you hug him again. “Thank God.” You wipe surreptitiously at your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. “What room?”

He tells you the room number, but as you pull away, he squeezes your bicep, amusement breaking through the expression on his tired face. “Just a warning. Your man’s off his face on painkillers.”

On a normal day you wouldn’t let that little comment slide, but then, on a normal day Spencer doesn’t get shot.

* * *

Before opening the door, you take a second to collect yourself. You’re in a state: running on the bare minimum of sleep for the past ten days, bone-tired after yesterday’s tactical operation got out of control, frustrated after having been kept at the police station all night to debrief. You’ve exchanged your bloodstained clothes for running tights and a hooded sweatshirt from your go-bag, but you’ve skipped a shower in order to get here sooner, and are now somewhat regretting that decision.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door handle, opening the door as quietly as possible. Despite expecting it, the sight of Spencer in a hospital bed knocks the wind out of you, and you clasp your hand to your mouth involuntarily.

He appears to be asleep again, so you tread lightly, scanning over every visible part of him as you sit down on the utilitarian plastic chair next to his bed: The bandage covering his upper right arm, the pulse oximeter clasped to his finger. He looks pale, but he looks okay, and your eyes fill with tears that you immediately try to blink back – you’re relieved, yet you’re worried. You know he’d hate being drugged up, and this is the second time in as many years of you two working together that this has happened; that he’s been shot, and you hate it, you wish you could protect him, keep him from ever being hurt again.

The first time – the leg – happened when you’d just joined the team, and you hadn’t known him that well. Because he was out of commission for months and you were not being deployed in the field much yet, you’d spent a lot of time together, working cases from the offices in Quantico. When he was mobile again, and you’d finally passed your field tests, you’d often been paired up together: his superior intelligence and extensive BAU experience a complementary match to your tactical skills and brawn.

Suddenly, Spencer stirs, and his eyes flutter open. He appears to have trouble focusing for a few seconds, but then a grin breaks out across his face.

“Hey,” he says, voice cracking a bit. “It’s you.”

You smile, and squeeze his hand, and don’t know what to do with your face, which is surely betraying you – so you busy yourself looking around for a cup of water to give him. “I couldn’t come earlier; Hotch wanted me there for the full debrief – I’m so sorry – I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I feel great.” He grins again, taking the plastic cup from you, and swallows a sip of water. “I feel rested.”

A noise halfway between a laugh and a sob escapes you, and you sit back down, finally letting go of some of the crushing fear you’ve been carrying around for the last ten hours. “You scared me, Spence. Next time we’re going into a place like that, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

He stares up at you dreamily, and you again breathe a laugh: the finer points of tactical ops are clearly the farthest thing from his mind, and you should let it go for now. His hair’s matted on one side, and you run your hand through it, still needing to feel him, confirm he’s okay. His eyes drift shut at your touch.

“I asked Morgan –,“ he yawns, “I asked him to get you. And he did.”

His hand drifts to yours, closes over it, and your heartbeat feels fast and reedy. Of the two of you, you are the tactile one, and he is decidedly not – you can count on one hand, quite literally, the amount of times he’s hugged you or even clapped a hand on your shoulder. Your brain has embarrassingly catalogued these moments, against your own better judgement, and you’ve shoved this list away into the recesses of your mind, down with the other things you know it’s better for you not to think about.

You make an effort to pull yourself together. “Derek’s good like that. I’m here now, for as long as you want.”

He fixes you with a stare, and you suppose it’s the drugs, but he looks at ease, unguarded – heartbreakingly, it makes him look even younger than he is.

“You’re so pretty.” He says, and you half choke on the non-sequitur, letting out a laugh.

This seems to offend him, and he squeezes your hand in reprimand, frowning: “Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t get called pretty very often,” You say, truthfully, shaking your head, a grin on your face. “You caught me off guard.”

He considers this. “It’s probably because you look so serious all the time.”

You smile at him. “That must be it.”

He’s nodding, satisfied with his theory. “But I know. You’re not serious at all. But it’s good that they don’t see it. I like being the only one who makes you laugh.”

Your heart is brimming over with affection for this man, propped up in a hospital bed across from you, holding your hand. You’re too tired, too emotionally wrung out, too fucking relieved to push it down like you usually would. In the background, a machine beeps in a steady rhythm.

You bring his hand up slightly, press a kiss to his knuckles. “I think you’re drugged out of your mind, Spencer Reid. But for the record, you making me laugh is the best part of my day.” You exhale shakily. “You’re the best part of my day, pretty much all the time.”

“Oh, good.” he says, seriously, and you have to laugh once more.

He appears to be getting tired again, blinking in an effort to keep his eyes open, and he yawns. “When I wake up, I’m going to kiss you. After I’ve brushed my teeth.”

You press another kiss to his knuckles, torn between elation and apprehension, not sure if you should wish or fear that he’ll have forgotten this whole conversation once the drugs wear off. “If you still want to, after you wake up, I’ll kiss you back.”

The stern nurse from before walks in, motions with his chin for you to scram. Spencer’s eyes have closed, so you tuck the sheet around him, taking care not to disturb his bandage, his monitor. You should go home, to shower, to rest, but you know you won’t – you’ll be right here, folded up on the cramped waiting area sofa, not leaving until Spencer wakes up again, whatever that might bring.

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gingerjunhan · 7 months

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boyfriend headcannons - kim jungsu

☆彡 letting the delusions win once again so Jungsu stans come get y’all juice!!!!!

word count: 713 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s blushing, I’m blushing, we’re all blushing, let me know if I missed anything!! 🩷

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starting off by saying that in my head Jungsu is the most Boyfriend™️ member of xh and nobody can change my mind!!!!!!!!

he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen??? okay moving on

he strikes me as a romantic!!!

not like, Seungmin type of romantic though (although there can be some overlap)

he’s the type of romantic that knows your coffee order by heart

watches “chick flicks” with you over and over again

always puts your needs before his

willing to drop everything for you

gives you his hoodie the second he sees you shiver

does absolutely nothing without asking if you’re okay/ comfortable with it!!!!

that type of romantic

“that’s literally the bare minimum-“ SHUT UP it's the little things that count

anyways moving on

I know I’ve mentioned this before in a fic somewhere but Jungsu is so so so SO respectful and he just wants to make sure everyone is happy and safe so I can see him wanting to have a long, in-depth conversation with you about boundaries

you’re both in this relationship because you love and care for one another, and he’s not gonna let you forget it!!

he is so madly in love with you it physically hurts him

like,,,, YOU chose HIM???? he can’t wrap his mind around it

he knew you were “the one” shortly into your relationship

hype man

imagine him wrapping his arms around you while you’re looking at your outfit and he just makes eye contact with you in the mirror and hits you with the “you look so pretty today baby” and then gives you a little kiss wherever he can reach UGHHHHHH THIS MAN

MATCHING OUTFITS MATCHING OUTFITS

“Oh you’re wearing blue today? Okay good to know.” and then he immediately goes and changes

I can picture Jungsu as the type who finds it really hard to sleep without you

like,, he needs a cuddle buddy

but in public?

people would never guess that

I talked about this in my PDA fic, but I don’t think Jungsu is big into PDA

like, aww you’re holding hands? that’s enough 🧍🏻‍♀️

he gives me the vibe that he doesn’t like seeing other people’s PDA so he doesn’t do it either LMAOOO (me too)

okay I talked about this with Gunil so I feel the need to bring it up again

your family loves him

if you have siblings or cousins who are younger than you?? they ADORE HIM

Jungsu gives me lovely big brother energy and in my head I think he’s be great with kids (ignore those Rock The World episodes lol)

give this man a toddler I need to see it

imagine coming home to Jungsu and your kid and Jungsu is dressed up in some silly costume, too wrapped up in the child’s land of make-believe to realize you walked in the door

he’s just so sweet :(

okay okay okay so if you couldn’t tell by the fact that I think I’ve mentioned them in every single Jungsu fic I’ve written… I love Jungsu’s broad shoulders

Jungsu is just so big and strong and I’m swooning right now

he’s so tall and pretty and UGH what if I cry

you can’t reach something?

he’s picking you up

you’re feet hurt?

piggyback ride

he’s giving you the Princess Treatment™️ truly

I also feel like Jungsu gives the best hugs in xh

those arms of his 😵‍💫 hugging machines

the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms and broad shoulders oh my god

safety

he’s like if a fuzzy blanket was a guy

he’s just so awesome I love Jungsu dude

I can also imagine having some good late night talks with Jungsu

telling secrets and sharing stories

he’s not afraid to be emotional in front of you!

within the first month of your relationship you saw him cry and tbh he’s so real for that

he can put up the front that he’s all tough or whatever but that facade cracks with you around

he’s just so blushy and giggley with you!

Jungsu totally believes that you bring out the best in him, and he’s so glad to be with you

he commonly fantasizes about his future with you

he’s so excited to spend forever with you :(((

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