Hey, so I had this crazy idea about drunk bucky being a menace in love and is all over the reader and spilling embarrassing bedroom secrets in front of everyone đ and is so delusional, he believes that she is drunk not him and tries to take care of her but fails miserably and everyone is just enjoying his antics and cheering him on
You know what, you should totally add your own crazy thoughts about drunk bucky if you decide to write this đ
ahhahahahhah, I cackled the whole time writing thisđ
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Bucky Barnes was drunk.
Which wouldnât have been a problem, except that he was aggressively drunk. Loudly drunk. Passionately, whole-heartedly, menace-level drunk.
And completely convinced that you were the one whoâd had too much.
âSomeone get her a blanket,â he announced to the room, throwing his vibranium arm out wide, nearly knocking over a lamp. âShe gets cold when she drinks. You knowâher knees? They do the little shiver.â
You blinked. âIâve had one cider, Buck.â
âYouâre slurring,â he said, squinting suspiciously.
âIâm not.â
âYou are. And your face is doing that⌠face thing.â He nodded decisively. âClassic signs of a tipsy kitten.â
From his perch on the edge of the couch, Sam sipped his beer and grinned. âTipsy kitten?â
You were pretty sure you were the only sober one in the room. And yet Bucky, who had done four celebratory tequila shots with Thor ten minutes ago, was now babying you like you were one hiccup away from collapse.
You tried again. âIâm really not drunk.â
âThatâs exactly what a drunk person would say.â
Natasha snorted. âSheâs literally the one who drove you here.â
âAnd I thank her for her service,â Bucky said solemnly, wobbling slightly on his feet. âBut Iâve got it from here. Iâll take care of her. Always do.â
âAlways?â you muttered, and Bucky turned to beam at you.
âShe cries after sex, yâknow,â he said proudly.
Your soul left your body.
âOh my god, James,â you hissed.
âNot because sheâs sad,â he continued, unfazed, addressing the room like a man delivering a TED talk. âBecause itâs so good. Her words. Not mine. Though I agree. I think itâs that one move I doââ
âBUCKY!â
Everyone erupted. Sam literally dropped his drink from laughing. Tony looked like he was about to take notes. Wanda covered her mouth. Steve whispered a soft âJesus Christâ and turned toward the wall like it might save him.
Meanwhile, Bucky looked so pleased with himself.
âIâm just sayinâ,â he shrugged. âShe gets all emotional. Itâs beautiful.â
You buried your face in your hands. âIâm going to die here. This is my death.â
âNO!â Bucky shouted, stumbling over to you. âNo dying. Youâve had too much. Youâre acting unstable.â
âI am sober, you absolute menace.â
He leaned in conspiratorially, whispering directly into your ear, âDonât worry. Iâll hold your hair if you need to throw up.â
âI will end you.â
âLater, doll,â he grinned. âYou always say that in bed, too.â
A sound left your mouth that may have been a wheeze.
Clint stood up, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. âBarnes, sit down before you reveal the coordinates of your sex tape.â
âWe donât have a tape,â Bucky said, then immediately followed it with, âBecause we deleted it.â
Tony clapped once. âThatâs enough entertainment for the evening, folks.â
But Bucky wasnât done.
Oh no.
Because now he had moved into the delusional caretaker phase.
âYou need water,â he said, cradling your face in his hands like you were seconds from passing out. âWhereâs your water? You gotta hydrate. Itâs important. Youâre so small. You dehydrate faster than other people.â
âIâve been hydrating,â you said flatly. âMeanwhile, you drank what was basically liquid gasoline.â
âBecause Iâm a super soldier,â he whispered, poking your nose. âYouâre just a civilian angel.â
You looked around the room helplessly. âCan someone tase him?â
âNo way,â Sam said through his laughter. âIâm letting this play out.â
âIâm gonna make you toast,â Bucky declared, staggering toward the kitchen. âThatâll soak up the booze. Where do we keep toast?â
âTHE BREADBOX,â you and Steve shouted in unison.
Bucky paused, then snapped his fingers. âRight. Secret bread drawer.â
You flopped back against the couch as he banged around the kitchen, opening cabinets with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb. âWhy is he like this?â
Nat shrugged. âHonestly? This is the happiest Iâve ever seen him.â
You glanced into the kitchen where Bucky was holding two slices of bread up like they were treasure. âHe looks like heâs about to kiss the bread.â
âI might,â he shouted. âBecause itâs for her.â
You groaned into a throw pillow.
By the time you finally got him wrangled into a coat and ready to leave, heâd managed to trip over a chair, try to bridal carry you and almost drop both of you, and glare at Sam while yelling, âDONâT CORRUPT HER WITH YOUR FILTHY JOKES. SHEâS A LADY.â
âShe has more dirty jokes than I do!â Sam replied.
âDOESNâT MATTER. SHEâS MY LADY.â
âBucky, get in the car.â
âDonât raise your voice, sheâs had a rough night,â he whispered, swaying dangerously.
You rubbed your temples. âI literally havenât.â
When you finally got him into the passenger seat and clicked his seatbelt, Bucky turned to you with glassy, adoring eyes and whispered, âI love you so much, itâs stupid.â
Your heart softened.
âI know,â you said gently, brushing his hair back from his face. âYouâll remember all of this tomorrow and die of shame.â
âI hope so,â he said, already dozing off. âBecause this was the best night of my life.â
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Authors note: hiiiii guyyyysssss..... sooo i wass thinking about you and that STUPID BUNNY in a room together. But thats soo.. Hmmm.. Cliche </3. But let me know if u guys would like that. Moving on, In this following story, you and jax have already gotten together before, you arrived in The Digital Circus shortly after Pomni. There fore you followed in her footsteps however you got along with jax more then anyone else, and fairly quickly too. anyway, heres a small fast-paced one-shot for you :,)Â
(this was lowkey written only cause i saw jax genderbent and ive been obsessed lately.)Â
MINORS DNI.Â
Contains: suggestive banter, smut, honestly bad writing LOL, quick mentions of choking and spit.Â
Both you and jax decided to skip caines boring-ass adventure today. zooble did the same, they were just a few rooms down the hall. you and jax found your way back to your room, no rush, no plans.
after a while of just sitting around doing nothing, talking about the week, your eyes drifted to your desk. makeup was scattered there, leftover stuff shoved into the small drawers, some just left out. you glanced at jax, then back at the desk. he caught your look and returned it, a quiet challenge in his eyes.Â
âoh no, no no no, youâre not doing my makeup,â he said, like he could read your mind before you even said it.Â
âohh, come on. pleaaaseee?â you pouted, batting your eyes.Â
ânoo, dollface,â his hand slid from your neck to cup your cheek gently. âthat stuffâs so hard to take off-âÂ
He tried to protest, but he ended up  sitting in your desk chair, and you stood over him, tilting his head up with one hand while your other reached for the mascara. his leg rested casually between yours, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.Â
âohh, i hate you for this,â he said, but his grin was huge, less about the makeup, more about being this close to you. you stayed focused, not really responding, though your jaw softened and your lips parted just a bit. he scanned your eyes, your lips, your neck... then drifted downward. his smile faded as his ear twitched, like he realized nobody has ever seen you quite like this.Â
you switched hands, still holding his head tilted, now working on his other eye. a quiet giggle escaped you.Â
âyouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â he teased, you nodded with an innocent smile and a soft chuckle.Â
âyeah... yeah, me too...â he whined, barely catching the words slipping out. you paused, mascara wand mid-air, staring blankly at him as your cheeks played a gentle pink. you grew flustered.
âŚyou shook your head, trying to clear the sudden tension humming between you. Â
âuh- i- ahehe... you look so pretty right now,â you snickered, trying to shake the awkwardness and steer the conversation away from the unease growing inside you.Â
âoh, iâm sure i do,â he replied with a snarky grin. you caught his eyes flicking to your lips, then felt his hand sliding up your side, resting gently at the back of your neck. before you could think twice, he pulled you in for a kiss. you set down your mascara, clearing your hands, then wrapped them around him.
he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto him, straddling you playfully.Â
âheyy, i wasnât done with your eyeshadow,â you whined, half-joking, but the gleaming in his eyes made you lean back just a little. his hands slid to your thighs then one sneaked to your waistband. Â
âyou can finish my makeup later... just please let me toy with you for a bit...â he whispered, his voice dropping to almost a whimper. sudden desperation hung in the air, something you hardly ever saw from him.Â
âi-â you stumbled, caught off guard. âwhat if zooble hears us?â you whispered back, a flicker of worry, but agreement threading through your words. Â
âthen youâll have to keep quiet, wont you?â he chuckled, lowering your pants, he spit onto his 2 fingers and put them against your tongue.
To which, you sucked as he finger-fucked your mouth and throat. Making you choke and whine a little, his other hand grabbed your throat. You whine out continuedly.Â
âwhat did we just say about being quiet, hm?â he muttered, taking out his fingers and lowering them to your âpretty little cuntâ. You felt absolutely degraded and honestly embarrassed by how fast you give into him.Â
His two fingers slid into you, you gasped as his thumb circled around your clit. He knew you all too well, he knew exactly what spots would make you moan, and whimper.
He even knew the pace and what to do to make him cum on his two fingers right now.Â
But oh, no no. He liked to make you wait.Â
He gets you on edge, your back arched as he rammed his fingers into you, making you cry out. Then heâll slow down. His hand, strengthen around your neck, loosened. Your throat felt empty without his grasp.Â
âplease.. please...â you begged, mumbling.Â
â i just love the sound of you begging for me like this.â he says.Â
âseriously please... please... fuck- i- please ja-â you stuttered relentlessly. You took a breath of air, he noticed, and he shoved his fingers back into you. You squirmed against his hand. His other hand, that was previously hovering your neck/shoulder, trailed against your side and to the hem of your shirt, where he went up against your chest and teased at your nipples. His eyes remained on yours though and you could feel his warm breath against his neck.
both of you guys breathingâs overlapped each other, panting.
âgod you take my fingers so well, every time. Don't you?â he looks at you, waiting for a reaction. You, covered in sweat and a whining mess could barely utter any words.Â
âsay it sweetheart.â he determines. He rubs your tits with his hand, going rougher.Â
âi-i take you..-â before you could finish your sentence jax curls his fingers into your sweet pussy. You moan, and he has a cheeky look on his face, knowing zooble probably heard. Oh he wanted them to hear, anyone to hear. Taking his fingers out and licking them infront of you, smirking, knowing that you hated watching it, you felt digusted even, with yourself. But he milks the fuck out of that moment, swirling his tongue around his fingers that makes you shudder.Â
He'd cherish any part of you.Â
He couldn't waste a drop, and he ended up not taking that eye makeup off for the next few days because you applied it. you.Â
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Helloo may I request Aventurine X Shy reader? (They only shy around Aventurine)
Aventurine and reader have been together for almost a year. Aventurine loves teasing reader, He likes the way they get flustered. Aventurine always thought that he knows them well but who could know that they have other side.
Without Aventurine around reader is completely different, especially defending their beloved. they can be scary, really scary as if they could snap you into pieces. This shocked him, he didn't expect to see reader like this, he admitted that he's a bit scared and he is probably not wanting to get reader in a sour spot. Did you see how reader make a grown man cry?
Reader is a bit embarrassed about it, especially when Aventurine saw their other side of them but of course Aventurine had to make sure to tell them sure that he love every part of them.
Donât Be Fooled by the Blush
Summary: Youâve always been shyâat least around Aventurine. The enigmatic IPC executive has a habit of flustering you with every sly smile and flirtatious tease. Nearly a year into your relationship, he thinks he knows you inside and out. But when someone dares to insult him in your presence, a whole new side of you emergesâsharp, intimidating, and fiercely protective. Aventurine expected many things in life... being scared (and turned on) by you wasnât one of them. Now heâs more intrigued than ever, and completely smitten with every layer of the person he thought he had figured out.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Shy!Reader, Protective!Reader, Hidden Strength, Flustered Reactions, Teasing & Flirting, Emotional Vulnerability, Established Relationship, Angst with Comfort, Soft Angst, Found Family Vibes, Minor Hurt/Comfort, Protective!Aventurine (Eventually), Scary!Reader Moment, Fluff with a Dash of Edge.
Warnings: Light verbal conflict, Intimidation (non-violent but intense), References to past trauma, Mild language, Emotional vulnerability, One grown man crying, Slight psychological manipulation, Reader being low-key terrifying for like... 10 seconds.
Youâd only meant to pick up some reports.
That was all it was supposed to be. A simple task while Aventurine attended yet another high-stakes meeting with the upper echelon of Pier Point's Investment Syndicate. You weren't even supposed to be seen. But then someone said somethingâsomething about him, and youâd snapped.
Now, standing in the middle of the opulent hallway, with a grown executive shaking and stammering apologies while practically in tears, you barely noticed the sound of footsteps until it was too late.
âNow thatâs not something you see every day.â
Your stomach dropped.
You turned, eyes wide, face going redder by the second.
Aventurine stood there in the doorway, hat tilted, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips, but his eyes were wide with unfiltered curiosity. Maybe even... awe?
âSunshine,â he drawled, slowly stepping closer, glancing past you toward the blubbering executive. âI leave for fifteen minutes, and you turn the place into a courtroom drama. Should I be flattered or terrified?â
âIâuhâitâs not what it looked likeââ You began stumbling over your words, shoulders practically shrinking.
But Aventurine wasnât laughing. Not yet.
Instead, he circled around you slowly, like a lion eyeing something far more interesting than prey.
âYou glared at him, and I swear I saw his soul leave his body,â he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. âYou didnât even raise your voice. Just stared him down like he owed you seven lifetimes.â
You winced. âHe said you were nothing but a fraud in a pretty suit.â
A pause.
Aventurine blinked, then let out a low whistle. âSo thatâs what did it. You were defending me, darling?â
Your head dipped, face now fully hidden in your palms. âI-I didnât mean to go that far...â
âOh no, no, no,â he said, gliding in to gently pull your hands away from your face. âDonât start blushing nowâI live for your blushes, but this?â He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âThis is brand-new. You, threatening a full-grown man into submission without lifting a finger? Itâs... frankly, exhilarating.â
Your eyes widened. âYouâre not mad?â
Aventurine leaned in, lowering his voice to a near whisper. âIâm a little scared, sweetheart. But gods above, do I love it.â
You choked on your own breath, burying your face in his chest out of sheer embarrassment.
He laughed then, arms wrapping around you with ease, that usual cocky warmth bleeding into something softer, more grounded. âFor the record, you had him on the verge of tears before I even walked in. Iâve made CEOs cry with five-year economic forecasts, and Iâve never gotten that reaction.â
âIâm sorry I scared you,â you mumbled against his shirt.
âYou didnât scare me, love,â he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âYou scared him. Iâve seen men pull guns on me without batting an eye. But you? You give him one look and he aged ten years.â
He pulled back enough to meet your eyes again, his grin a little gentler now.
âI always thought I had you all figured out, [Name]. Shy, soft, sweet... and completely at my mercy.â
You puffed your cheeks at him, and he snorted.
âBut I was wrong. Thereâs a whole other side of you. One that could probably have me begging for mercy if I stepped too far.â
You looked away, embarrassed again. âI donât like people insulting the ones I love.â
Aventurine went quiet for a beat.
His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing just beneath your eye. âThen Iâm the luckiest man alive.â
You blinked at him.
He leaned in, so close his lips barely brushed yours. âBecause I get to say Iâm loved by you. Every part of youâshy and scary.â
You laughed nervously, trying to pull away, but he caught your chin with two fingers, his expression unusually earnest.
âDonât hide that side from me. Ever,â he whispered. âYou think you shocked me? Maybe. But you also reminded me Iâm not the only one playing a game of masks.â
âAnd if you ever feel like snapping someone into pieces again,â he added with a sly smile, âjust let me know in advance. Iâll bring popcorn.â
You groaned and shoved his chest lightly, earning a rich laugh.
He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
âI adore you, sunshine. Every fiery, terrifying inch.â
Later that night, Aventurine was overheard warning a junior executive in the elevator:
âIf you ever so much as look at [Name] the wrong way, just know thisâI wonât have to lift a finger. My darling will eviscerate you with a smile. And between us?â He grinned as the elevator doors slid shut. âI canât say I blame them.â
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Avengers Doctor!Reader) SFW
Genre: Soft Slow-Burn, Flirting, Tension, Emotional Recovery, Hints of Romance
Summary: Being assigned to monitor Bucky Barnesâ recovery wasnât supposed to affect you. But then again⌠you hadnât seen the way he reattaches his arm.
Working with the Winter Soldier was supposed to be a career-defining moment.
You were the Avengersâ lead medical specialistâtrusted to patch up wounds, assess injuries, and quietly observe from behind glass. You never expected to be placed on personal watch. But when James Buchanan Barnes was brought in, recovering from Hydraâs grip and his fractured past, everything changed.
It had been about a month now. You were tracking both his physical recovery and psychological stability, reporting closely to Steve and Natasha, and checking in daily. He was doing wellâfaster than expected. But there were still moments where his stare lingered too long on shadows, where his reactions flinched too sharply.
Thatâs why you were currently standing in your office above the training floor, watching him spar with Steve through the reinforced window.
He was fighting without his metal arm todayâat your request.
You needed to see how he coped without it. Whether the muscle memory of the Winter Soldier kicked in⌠or if he was just a man defending himself. So far, he was holding his own. You made a note of it, fingers tapping at your tablet.
The match ended with Steve giving him a pat on the back. Bucky gave a breathless nod, walking over to the bench where his arm rested.
And then he did it.
In one fluid, practiced motion, Bucky grabbed the prosthetic by the bicep, swung it smoothly around his back, and locked it into place on his shoulder with a solid click.
Your knees went a little weak.
You had no business reacting like that, but the grace, the confidence in the motionâit did something. You swallowed thickly, heart skipping as you shifted your weight.
âYou good, Doc?â
A voice behind you. You jumped.
Natasha stood leaning against your office doorway, arms crossed and smirking knowingly.
âIâm fine,â you said a little too fast, âIâm fineâ
Natâs eyes glinted. âUh huh.â She looked through the glass toward the gym. âMight want to sit down next time. Just in case he really turns on the charm.â
You blinked at her, mouth slightly open.
With a teasing wink, she turned and walked away, leaving you pink-faced and flustered.
You looked back down to the gymâjust in time to see Bucky glancing up at your window.
He caught your gaze and offered a little wave before toweling off and heading for the water dispenser.
You sighed and sank into your chair, rubbing your temples. Five minutes. Thatâs how long you had before he came upstairs for his post-session evaluation.
Spinning slowly in your chair, you pulled up his file and glanced at his photo.
You are a professional. You are not allowed to be affected by sharp jaws or broad shoulders or perfect goddamn eye contact.
Another sigh. You opened a new report and began typing your observations, noting stamina, coordination, emotional stability, restraint.
Just as you hit âSave,â a knock echoed on the door.
Right on schedule.
âHey, Doc,â Bucky greeted as he stepped inside like he owned the place. He perched on the edge of your desk without waiting for permission, towel still around his neck, his dark hair damp with sweat.
âSo,â he said, plucking a stress ball off your desk and giving it a squeeze, âI heard Iâm more dangerous off the field than on it.â
You froze, blinking at your screen.
Your gaze flickered to himâonly for a secondâbefore returning to the monitor.
âAnd whom have you heard this from, Mr. Barnes?â you asked evenly.
He shrugged, still fiddling with the stress ball like it didnât look like he was flexing on purpose. âYâknow. Words go around. Some redheads whisper things. And apparently⌠someoneâs been a little distracted by my moves.â
Your brow arched. âMr. Barnes, Iâm concerned about your recovery, not your choreography. I should hope you understand I am strictly professional. Everything I do is for your health and safety.â
You stood, grabbing a stack of papers and aligning them neatly with a few taps on the desk before stapling them. A nice distraction.
But when you looked up, he was still staring at you with that maddeningly soft, amused expression.
âYou sure youâre not secretly impressed, Doc?â he asked with a lazy smirk.
Your cheeks warmed. You turned quickly, walking over to the file cabinet.
âI see youâve been making steady progress,â you said curtly, filing away the report. âAlthough I may have to keep you under observation longer if you keep imagining things. Hallucinations are rarely a sign of good mental health.â
You shut the drawer firmly and walked past him toward the door, trying to keep your voice level.
âPlease excuse me, Mr. Barnes. I need caffeine.â
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Coffee in hand, you returned ten minutes later, still trying to shake off the heat in your face. You pushed open your office door, half-prepping your next report in your headâuntil something shifted in the corner of your eye.
You flinched.
âJesus Christ, Buckâ Mr. Barnes,â you gasped, hand over your chest. âI thought youâd left. What are you still doing here?â
He didnât turn. Still facing your wall calendar.
âHey Doc,â he said casually, âyouâre free Tuesday night, right?â
You raised a brow, stepping around him to place your coffee on your desk. âWhy do you ask?â
He looked over his shoulder at you, and there it was againâthat smile. Soft. Sweet. Completely unfair.
âIâve got tickets to a new exhibition,â he said. âBut Iâm gonna look real lonely if I donât have a date.â
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. âThis isnât the 1940s, Mr. Barnes. People go alone all the time.â
He spun around and walked toward you with quiet determination, like a man on a mission.
Before you could say a word, he gentlyâso gentlyâlifted your chin with his fingertips. His touch was barely there, but it was enough to stop time.
âOne night,â he murmured. âI promise itâll be worth it. Iâll make it worth your time.â
Your breath caught. You stared at him, trying to muster some kind of resistance. Anything.
But your heart was already pounding in your ears.
You cleared your throat and stepped away, brushing invisible lint off your sleeve.
âI suppose it wouldnât hurt,â you said, focusing very intently on your coffee cup. âIâll be attending for medical purposes, of course.â
You walked briskly back behind your desk. âIf thatâs all, Mr. Barnes, you may leave. Iâm quite busy.â
He chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying himself. He made it to the door, hand on the handle, then glanced back with a grin that could only be described as smug.
âIâll pick you up at 6:30.â
Then he slipped out, the door clicking shut behind him.
You sat in stunned silence.
And then leaned back slowly in your chair, hands over your face as your heart thudded against your ribs.
Being roommates with Emma means inheriting her best friend, Leon Kennedyâthe effortlessly hot, annoyingly charming guy who somehow keeps ending up on your couch, in your kitchen, and in your head. You try to play it cool (you fail). He tries to ignore how cute you are when youâre flustered (he fails harder). chaotic college romance where awkward crushes, subtle flirting, and oat milk theft lead to something much sweeter.
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You knew moving in with Emma meant her chaotic social life would become yours by association. You just hadnât expected himâLeon Kennedy, golden boy, criminally attractive, and your roommateâs best friend since high schoolâto start hanging out at your apartment like it was his name on the lease.
He wasnât even subtle. One day he was shirtless on your couch with a controller in hand, yelling at some alien invasion game. Another day he was in your kitchen, eating cereal straight from the box, asking if âalmond milk expires or just gets weirder.â
You did your best to keep it together. But your brain did this thing where it stopped working any time he spoke directly to you.
"Hey, you always smell like vanilla or cookies. Is that...on purpose?"
You had stared at him for a beat too long before mumbling, âI'm a dessert in human form,â and then immediately walked into the doorframe.
Subtlety, thy name was not you.
The worst part? He noticed.
One evening, Leon plopped down on the couch beside you, stretching his arm casually along the back. âSo, uh... Emma says youâre taking Psych 203. Howâs learning about the human mind going?â
You looked up from your laptop, trying not to swoon over his stupidly perfect jawline.
âFascinating. Did you know people with crushes tend to act like total idiots around the object of their affection?â
He smirked. âYeah, Iâd heard that. From... science.â
There was a pause.
A knowing pause.
âYouâve been acting kinda weird around me lately,â he said, leaning in slightly. âAny theories on that?â
Your brain sprinted through a thousand escape routes, but your mouth betrayed you: âMaybe youâre just so pretty it short-circuits my ability to function.â
Silence. You wanted to melt into the couch and become one with the upholstery.
Then, Leon laughedâwarm and genuine. âGuess Iâll take that as a compliment.â He nudged your shoulder. âFor what itâs worth, I think your âidiot modeâ is kinda cute.â
You turned to him, eyes narrowing. âSo you knew?â
He shrugged. âI had a hunch. Emma may have also texted me a play-by-play the night you called me âa tall glass of emergency services.ââ
You groaned. âI meant to say âemergency snack.ââ
âThatâs... not better.â
Leonâs fingers brushed yours. Just lightly. Like he wasnât sure if it was on purpose or not. You stared at your hands, frozen, your brain screaming this is not a drill.
âSo,â he said, voice a little quieter, âwhat happens next in this whole 'crushâ science experiment?â
You blinked. âWell. Typically⌠the subject either flees or confesses.â
Leon nodded solemnly. âAnd which one are you feeling?â
ââŚsomewhere between flight and total emotional combustion.â
He grinned, biting back a laugh. âYou really do say the weirdest things when youâre flustered.â
âYouâre not helping,â you muttered, but there was no heat behind it. He was still close. Still looking at you like he was memorizing your face.
âIâm actually trying to help,â he said, softer this time. âBecause, truth isâIâve kind of had a thing for you, too.â
You blinked. âIs this a prank? Because if Emma jumps out with a camera, I swear toââ
âNo prank,â he said, laughing. âThough Iâm sure Emmaâs waiting in her room with popcorn.â
As if summoned by name, her door creaked open and she peeked out, phone in hand. âIs it happening? Did someone confess? Are you guys gonna kiss or what?â
Leon rolled his eyes but smiled. âEmma, go away.â
âI live here!â
âSo does your best friend,â he said, nudging you. âAnd Iâm trying to have a moment with them.â
Emma made a strangled squeal and shut the door with a dramatic thud.
The room went quiet again. Leonâs thumb lightly brushed your hand this timeâdefinitely not an accident.
You smiled, cheeks warm. âSo, you really like me?â
He shrugged, but his eyes were all sincerity. âIâm pretty sure Iâve liked you since the first time you yelled at me for drinking your oat milk. You called me âa menace with abs.â It was⌠charming.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âIâm never living that down, am I?â
âNope,â he said, leaning in just a little more. âBut Iâd like to be around to keep quoting it back to you. If thatâs okay.â
You looked up at him, heart pounding in the best way. âItâs more than okay.â
And when he kissed youâfinallyâEmmaâs muffled cheer from behind the door didnât even ruin it.
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Leonâs POV â Three Days Earlier..
He wasnât trying to fall for his best friendâs roommate. Really.
But the first time you mumbled something like âLeon Kennedy, walking thirst trapâ under your breathâloud enough for him to hear as you tripped over your own shoelacesâsomething in his brain short-circuited.
He had smiled all the way home that night, even when he walked into a lamp post.
At first, heâd chalked it up to harmless flirting. A few jokes, some teasing, the occasional weirdly specific compliment (âYour hair looks like it belongs in a very clean action movie.â What did that mean?). But then he started noticing the little things.
Like how you always looked away when he caught you staring.
How you fidgeted when he sat too close.
How you always remembered how he liked his coffee, even though heâd only mentioned it once.
And howâwhen you laughedâit kind of echoed in his chest for longer than it shouldâve.
Thatâs when he knew he was in trouble.
He tried playing it cool. Tried to act like he wasnât low-key counting the days until Emma invited him over again. But then she caught him scrolling through your Instagram at work, and that was the end of that charade.
âYouâre an idiot,â she told him. âThey like you back, you know.â
Leon blinked. âWhat?â
âLeon. They call you things like âcertified menace with a jawlineâ when they think Iâm not listening. Ask them out already.â
He spent two days psyching himself up. Day one: complete failureâhe just asked if you had any ketchup. Day two: also a failureâhe made it to the living room but chickened out and started a conversation about mushroom-based protein.
Day three, though? That was game day.
He flopped on the couch, started with casual banter, and fully expected to keep things surface-level until you dropped that whole âpeople act like idiots around their crushesâ line.
His heart did something weird.
And when you called yourself a dessert?
Yeah. That was it. He knew he had to say something before he combustedâor kissed you mid-sentence, which, while tempting, mightâve been poor form.
But when you looked back at him with that hopeful, deer-in-headlights kind of smile?
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Your relationship with Adam could be summed up in one word: waiting.
Waiting to see if the brush of fingers meant something.
Waiting to see if the way his hand lingered was an accidentâor a choice.
Waiting as you wiped food from his mouth like it was nothing, like it didnât make your chest ache afterward.
You wondered if youâd be punished for thinking about him like this. For wanting him the way you did.
Adam, meanwhile, was doing a terrible job pretending he wasnât thinking the same things. He couldnât stop imagining what your touch would feel like if it wasnât stolen in passing. It was human nature, he told himself. To want. To create. And somewhere deep down, he was sure you wanted it too.
So one quiet nightâtoo quietâhe turned to you and asked, casually, like he was asking about dinner.
âDo you want to create a child?â
âWhaâWHAT?â
The word came out broken, disbelief tangled in your throat. You stared at him, trying to understand how he could say something like that so easily.
âAdam, this is way too soon to ask that,â you snapped.
âI thought youâd enjoy it,â he said, genuinely confused.
âI would,â you admitted, softer now. âBut there are⌠other ways. Ways of being together. Without the consequence of a child.â
âThere are?â His eyes widened.
âYes,â you said, smiling despite yourself. âI could show you.â
âWell, it starts withâumâŚâ Heat rushed to your face. âIt starts with penetrationâ
âOh, I know,â he said quickly.
âThen why did you let me explain!â you shot back.
He smiled, slow and fond. âBecause I love hearing your voice, angel.â
Confessions, Crunches and Completely Unexpected Crushes (Chris X Reader)
What happens when your gym trainer finds your private journalâand your not-so-subtle thirst entries about him?
Youâre new in town, awkward with weights, and totally smitten with the too-hot-to-be-real Chris Redfield. Heâs professional, disciplined, and built like a Greek statue sculpted from pure intimidation. But when he stumbles across your diary and reads about âmoaning during form correctionâ and âbiceps as a spiritual awakening,â your sessions go from mildly flirty to a slow-burn firestorm of tension, blushing glances, and âaccidentalâ touches.
Heâs faced monsters, bioterrorism, and global crises. But now? Heâs up against his toughest mission yetâresisting a woman who thinks he's the main course and the protein shake.
Youâre new in town and finally work up the courage to sign up for the gym everyone raves aboutâthe one with the state-of-the-art equipment, intense classes, and a gruff, no-nonsense trainer named Chris Redfield. Heâs all business: serious, structured, and somehow still patient with you, even when you canât tell a kettlebell from a dumbbell. Over the next few weeks, you start growing more confidentâand more hopelessly flustered. Especially when he flashes that rare, crooked smile that makes your knees buckle.
One afternoon, Chris stumbles across a small leather-bound notebook you accidentally left in the locker room. Planning to return it, he flips it open to confirm itâs yoursâonly to discover itâs your journal. Inside are hilarious, heartfelt entries about your gym misadventures, awkward encounters, and, much to his surprise, your very detailed thoughts on just how attractive you find your trainer.
He tells himself to stop reading. He knows itâs an invasion of privacy. But then he sees the line:
"Pretty sure I accidentally moaned when he corrected my form. Please bury me in the squat rack."
From that moment, your workouts feel...different. Chris becomes quieter, more intense. His eyes linger a little longer; his hands pause just a moment more when adjusting your form. Thereâs heat under the surface. One day, after you drop your water bottle for the third time and stammer something about replacing all your fingers with thumbs, he corners you by the dumbbell rack and murmurs:
âTell me, exactly how hot do you think I am?â
Cue the slow burn: lingering touches, flustered stares, tension so thick you could bench press it. Accidental run-ins outside the gym that feel suspiciously like fate. He helps you re-rack weights while trying not to look too amused. You swear youâre fineâuntil he brushes his hand over your back during a stretch and your soul momentarily leaves your body.
And Chris? He may be a battle-hardened soldier whoâs faced down zombies, bioweapons, and the literal apocalypseâbut nothing, not even his most dangerous missions with S.T.A.R.S. or the BSAA, prepared him for the challenge of falling for a woman who describes his arms as a âspiritual awakening.â And honestly? Heâs absolutely here for it.
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đ¨ Psychic cuffs, telepathic chaos, and a flustered reader trying not to combust.
It started with a nice trip to an alien carnival, but with one suspiciously charming vendor later, chaos ensues.
The Doctor says itâs probably safe.
Naturally, itâs absolutely not.
Cue one magical handcuff, zero warning, and a Time Lord who can now hear every single thought you never meant to say out loud.
đ¸ Thirteenth Doctor x Female Reader
𼾠Rated E for everything youâve been thinking
đ Dom!Doctor, forced proximity, smut with feelings, emotional tension, and way too much blushing