#like idk take Will's coat and smell it when he's not looking. or offer the man a damn hug

[tantamounttoflirtation]

I keep forgetting how funny the whole "did you just smell me" scene is until I watch it again. Its dead fucking silent and Hannibal comes up behind Will, looks him up and down, and slowly and hesitantly leans in to smell him like he's a glass of fine wine. And then he looks away all awkward when he's caught. Like bro what did you expect to happen???

#h talks #I giggle every time #hes a normal guy who does normal things . so normal #he doesn't know how to act around his crush #I feel like there had to have been a subtler way for him to do that #like idk take Will's coat and smell it when he's not looking. or offer the man a damn hug #anyways hes so silly #nbc hannibal #Hannigram #Hannibal #me when I lean in to sniff my boybestfriend

[medium-rare-bimbo]

Thoughts in thoughts

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MINORS DNI

May contain: Dubcon, age gap, dark! Characters, Stepcest, somnophilia + reminder that I am the least likely to be a furry

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♡ eddie drugging you with an aphrodisiac ♡♡♡ after being rejected so many times by mean! Bimbo! Reader hes had enough and decides to drug you, unfortunately he uses a little too much and you're barely awake, withering in pain You need to cum so badly but dont worry eddie is there to help <3<3

♡ hopper cumming in/ on your food/drinks <3 hes got you sat in his office eating a donut covered in his seed or drinking a milkshake that's extra thick <3<3<3 you're so addicted to the taste of him that you can help but crave him in your mouth!!! Anything you eat or pop until your mouth is usually coated with his cum and you wouldnt have it any other way <3<3<3

♡ dragon! Billy dressing you up in pretty shiny jewellery <3<3

♡ nun reader x demon/incubus! Eddie 👁👁

♡ robin fingering you under the counter as you talk to Steve, shes stood right next to you chatting away as if she isnt knuckles deep in your gummy walls !!!! Hes trying to vent to you about his awful date but you're too busy cumming to care

♡ thinking of eddie x cryptid!(?) Reader who is so curious about human norms and stands outside his trailer every night making strange noises and moving things around. He tries to understand you and talk to you maybe even help you but you freeze and runaway :((( he soon starts sitting outside his trailer waiting for you to come back, you stand near the tree line watching him holding eye contact and barely blinking, You look human but the way you act tells him that theres something off about you maybe you're not all mentally there? Each night you get closer to him and eddie starts leaving food a couple of feet infront of him hoping you get close enough so he can ask you something. When you're close enough to the plate you crouch down keeping your eyes on him as you bring the food to your mouth, you're almost animal like. Once eddie sees that you respond well to the food he brings the plate closer to him until you're sitting next to him and hes having an entire one sided conversations with you. He somehow gets you to come inside the trailer and in his room where you're immediately interested in the lamps and strange sticky magazines. He offers the shower to you after he notices your dirt covered feet but you stare blankly at him and he soon realises that he needs to bathe you himself if he wants you clean. It was no easy task however, you were more interested in dragging him into the shower with you than actually getting clean, by the end Eddie was naked and his clothes were soaked and thrown on the floor but you were clean so his job was done. He proceeded to keep you locked in his room and occasionally let you wonder around the trailer park but ONLY at night you've already gave poor old lady edith a heart attack when she caught you staring at her through her windows </3</3  as much as eddie tries to train you to behave you refuse >:(( you were born to make nests in his bed, stare into nothing and freak him out, watch him sleep, kneed his pillow, it's in your DNA how dare he deny you of your instincts >:000 idk I just think they'd be a neat couple <3 breeding kink is through the roof though jesus

♡ dog hybrid! Steve humping your foot like the degenerate he is <3 or humping anything that fits between his thighs you can leave him alone because he cant be trusted :(( he cums on everything and anything that smells like you

♡ rockstar! eddie takes his favourite groupie on tour with him!! Hes so pussy whipped and he doesnt care for any other girl as long as he has you <3

♡ rockstar! Billy, rockstar! Eddie and rockstar! Steve stuffing their prettiest groupie until shes dumb and only saying their names <3 three holes and three cocks match made in heaven

♡ hopper only eats cookies that are made with his wife's breastmilk (or pregnant wife) !!! >:(( no one else is allowed the cookies she bakes for him they are HIS and he will not share (the baby gets some too but he eats most of them because an entire batch of cookies cannot go to a singular baby plus you produce so much they would just go to waste ♡♡), sometimes he takes the baby and sits then on his chest then splits a cookie for the baby to knaw on and him to munch on, its usually when you're in the shower so you dont scold him for eating before dinner

♡ imagine the kids playing dnd at your house, they leave the stuff at yours and you have no other choice but to bring them back to Mike's, mrs wheeler let's you in and tells you to put then on the table (mike can get them later) unfortunately you drop one of the figures under the couch :(( you bend over to get it but it's all the way under so you have to get down on your knees and look, it's all the way at the back and karen has the beautiful view of your back arched and panties showing. When you finally get it and notice her watching she quickly rushes over to you "pulling down" your skirt and "fixing" your clothes it's not her fault her fingers slipped inside you nor is it her fault that you have her tits in your mouth and are grinding away at her pussy

♡ hopper let's you sit on his fingers for as long as you want <3 your almost always stuffed with his thick rough fingers he doesnt mind at all he licks up all the juice that dribbles down his hand then makes you lick the stains you left on his pants

♡ "ghostface billy!, Ghostface! Steve, randy!/ghostface! Eddie" NO ghostface! Nancy + ghostface! Robin <3 they walk in on bimbo! Reader stuffed with her fingers which dont reach the right spots too absorbed in your own world to care, they were originally going to kill you but seeing your teary eyes as you try to squeeze an orgasm out of yourself makes them feel bad :(( while you're struggling to cum robin does some snooping in the drawers closest to her conveniently it's your underwear draw and she finds your cute pink glittery dildo !! She waves it at nancy who stalks over you, holding your body down and a hand over mouth you squeal and try your best to kick her off but it's no use as you feel a second pair of hands spread your now clenched thighs. You dont expect the feeling of your forgotten toy to enter your cunt nor do you expect to hear female voices come out of the masked figures, there are hands all over you and you cant stop jerking your hips. You cum harder than you ever have and you're not sure when one orgasm ends and another one begins </3 you dont come to school the next day your legs too sore and body covered in marks, when you do however nancy wheeler and robin Buckley are oddly interested in talking too you especially when you dont say anything about the two women in masks that fucked you dumb <3

♡ vampire eddie has a vile of your blood and you have a vile of his cum <3

♡ stepbrother eddie who sneaks into your room at night just so he can wake you up with his cock, he doesnt care that you're tired or if you have cheer practice or a test shut up and be his fleshlight

♡ hehehe perv! jonathan definitely has picture of you in a jar that he cums into 👁👁 hes gonna give it to you one day <3 let's just hope he doesnt leave it on his radiator

♡ eddie fucks you to the beat and rhythm of his playlists

♡ dog hybrid! Billy, eddie, steve x dog hybrid! Reader !!!!! Billy's big mean and scary, Eddie's too dramatic for your little brain and steve always makes you feel dumber than you are (he doesnt mean too tho) you always stay away from them especially when they fight but you cant help but gravitate towards them when your heat starts, the problem is all of them want you to have their pups and you can barely walk or move once you heat dies down

♡ I'm a slut for an all boys boarding school x reader !!!!!! Basketball captain! Billy/ swim coach! Billy who likes feeling you up in your swimsuit/ gym clothes, photography student! Jonathan who takes pictures of you in your dorm, delinquent! eddie who you meet in detention and teaches you how to hide under the bleachers so you can both get high and he can get touchy, "bestfriend" steve who shows you around and is basically your babysitter but also comes into your room at night to sleep in your bed, cooking club! Argyle who enters your heart through your stomach, teacher! hopper who always makes you stay behind class and spank you for your skirt being too short, head boy! 001/henry who is always pointing out how every boy wants to rip your clothes off and have their way with you, art teacher! Murray who wants you to pose nude for him but dont worry it's all professional and he definitely wont be showing hopper, orrr counsellor! Murray who listens to all your dirty fantasies and how you're sooo upset that you cant make yourself cum, gym teacher! Dmitri/Enzo who makes you stay behind to watch your tits bounce as you run, teacher! Phil Callahan who gets so flustered when you bend over infront of him idk guys

♡ I'm also a slut for all girls boarding school <3 head girl! Nancy who is constantly "adjusting" your skirt, roommate! Robin who is always feeling your boobs and claiming it's a girl thing, cheerleader! Chrissy who helps you shower after cheer practice, teacher! joyce who rewards you in the best way, teacher! Karen who likes teasing you by running a ruler up your thigh then spanking your pussy. Teacher! Joyce and karen who talk about you in the staff room, eden who is assigned your project partner and cant help but sitting thigh to thigh with you (there needs to be more women in stranger things my pussy cant take this >:( !!)

♡ not to mention boarding school x innocent reader I'm going to kick you in the shins make out with me now

♡ Dustin would absolutely send a succubus Steve's way, by accident, hed find a flyer "get your own succubus" thinking this is a DnD related thing he signs Steve's name thinking he needs an adults signature. you gave steve a heart attack when you showed up in his bed he now has to deal with a dumb succubus who thinks hes her mate and also scold dustin for signing documents without reading them fully. Dustin doesn't know what the problem is, it's not like he got his succubus figurine steve is probably just getting spam mail

♡ stepbrother! billy who always flexes his muscles around you and lifts heavy things to prove how strong he is only to realise that you dont care so he makes a show of moaning your name as he jerks off because that will obviously make you notice him

♡ camp counsellor! Billy who sneaks into your cabin after you push him into the lake infront of everybody, he'll put you in your place dont worry he'll show you how hes supposed to be treated

♡ biker! billy and eddie <3 want them to fuck me on their bikes NOW !!! They're in different gangs and hate eachother but are civil when your pussy is involved <3<3<3<3<3 maybe you're already being fucked by one of them (probably eddie), outside bent over the motorcycle that's now shaking with his thrusts, billy stalks over and starts chatting away with eddie as if you're not struggling to hold yourself up. Eddie plays along feeling you clench up as you get ignored, Billy pulls out his cock as if its nothing refusing to stop the light banter between them and stuffs your throat with it. You're being held up by Eddie's hands as they start pummeling your achey body, you're practically blacking out at every thrust they dont care though. After they finish they dont just discard you, when you come into the dingy bar they hang out at they cant help but sit next to you in your booth and slip their fingers into you, the rest of the members think that they have problems with you little do they know billy and eddie are just whores

♡ thinking about how 001/vecnas claws make cuts and bruises along your hips <3 i do NOT care that he is a scary monster I want him to make me cry

♡ #1 believer that phil Callahan cries after sex, his cock is so twitchy and sensitive he cant help but cry after you make him feel so good

♡ Hank Miller had an audio for this but he deleted it from reddit and it's now on patreon so I cant listen to it </3 :((( (could also be read as billy) eddie steals cars for a living, stealing them for whoever pays highest. The newest sports car model? That vintage Cadillac? He'll get it for you. Hes great at his job, the best in the business that is until someone starts taking cars before the customer gets to finish the sentence. Hes pissed, more than pissed actually, some asshole is stealing his deals. He catches you in the act one night, he chases after you leading him to a warehouse filled with expensive cars, some cars that he hadnt even confirmed payment for, he hunts you down, finding you hiding in one of the cars near the exit. He forces you back into the space you occupied before you could even run, a gun pointing to your head demanding to know what the fuck you think youre doing- hes shocked to know that a girl is cockblocking his pay. Hes threatening you, telling you to back off before you get hurt, hes got your arm in a twist forcing you to spill how you're beating him in this game. He gets angrier as you explain that you bugged his phone, listening in on every conversation he has, there was practically steam pouring out of his ears as he spews insults at you. During his rant you grab the gun that hes throwing around loosely, flipping him over and aiming the gun towards him, he stutters out apologies and asking if you could possibly work this out. You dont have the mind to care not when you're sitting in his lap with his hips jerking up as he tries to escape the weapon in you hands. You're not sure how you ended up like this but you're bouncing on his cock, gun still in hand as you tell him how pathetic he is, how he let a GIRL over throw him. He doesnt take lightly to this snatching the gun from you hands pointing it under your chin threatening to keep going, his hips thrust up into you when you struggle to move, he soon decides that he couldnt care less about the gun and throws it to the side, grabbing your hips before throwing you back on his cock, your hands grabbing anything you can possibly find to stable yourself from the abuse your cunt is facing. You end up being partners in crime, living together and owning a cat called marmalade <3

♡ prison boyfriend! Eddie/billy <3<3<3<3 phone sex, and nudes sent via letters !!! After every visit you give him a kiss goodbye where he takes the opportunity to grope you from under your skirt, the prison guard doesnt know if he should separate you or let you go at it, the show is nice but it's not professional, the handcuffs around his wrists dont allow him from going any further but hes pleased with the juices you left behind, sucking them off his fingers as hes escorted back to his cell

♡ prison chief! Hopper rewarding prisoner! Reader after shes been on her best behaviour <3

♡ ABO 👁👁 not a furry but I love the thought of going into heat and having a big strong alpha fuck me dumb !!!

♡ rockstar! Dilf! Eddie fucks the babysitter!!! He cant get enough of your pussy especially not when his bitch of a wife is not putting out for him but instead other men, he loves how wet and warm you are for him, how you take whatever he gives you, how you dont accept the extra money he gives you, how you treat his toddler daughter and baby son so well and how you would be the perfect mommy for them. Hes already caught his daughter calling you mommy before, you're here more than his wife so it's only natural

♡ king! Steve wants a hier none of the princess will do instead he wants the little maid who works in the kitchens

♡ beauty and the beast au with hopper !!! Hes a big strong beast and he cant help but pin you down as you're running away from him, forcing his thick cock into your tight little pussy.

♡ the original perv Jonathan would 100% fuck his stepsister while she sleeps, hed try to be so so sooo gentle as to not wake you, letting you stay ignorant to the assault hes about to put you through, but once hes inside you he cant help but get overwhelmed by how good you feel. He covers your mouth when you wake up, encasing your body with his to stop you struggling, his thrusts dont stop as you squeal and kick. Hes like a dog, panting in your ear as his hips refuse to stop, muttering apologies as he cums inside you

♡ argyle holds your hand when you lazily grind on him, hes giggling and making jokes as his swollen head bumps against your clit making you jump.

♡ robin thinks you're so pretty, youre a church girl dressed in frilly socks, mary Jane's, flowy dresses and ribbons. She feels disgusting for how she feels about you she knows that you would think shes disgusting, that the thought of kissing another girl was disgusting. She struggles to be around you, hoping this childish crush would leave her body but it seems to grow stronger as you get persistent about becoming her friend, you invited her over for a sleepover (at first she thought this was going to be something else when you mentioned your parents not being home but soon shook the thought out of her head) you didnt let her sleep on the floor somehow convincing her to lay on the bed. You peer down at her as she lies on her back awkwardly complimenting the room you sleep in, she barely has time to react when you lean down and place your lips on hers shes so shocked that she doesnt even kiss back, when you pull away you look terrified and start spewing out apologise before running to the bathroom and locking the door. Robin tries to convince you to come out but you're crying and feel disgusted, you thought she liked girls and you've ruined a perfectly good friendship, she tells you that she was going to kiss back but she just didnt expect to be kissed by her crush, you make your way out of the bathroom shyly hiding behind the door as she eases you out like a scared animal. Robin makes sure you're better by making love to you, shes soft, tender and sweet as she assures you that you're not disgusting <3<3

♡  JIM HOPPER SPIT IN MY MOUTH

♡ priest! Eddie who makes you confess all the bad things you've done while he stokes his cock, you touched yourself to the thought of boys? Girls too? He has no other choice but to make you repent for your sins by sucking his cock

♡ period sex with vampire! eddie he loves watching his cum dribble out of you mixing with your blood. His ketchup and mayonnaise packet all in one <3

♡ 001 getting angry after his punishment and taking it out on his favourite nurse, forcing you against the nereast surface and Making you take his cock

♡ I used to have such a big crush on the bowers gang from IT I have no idea what was wrong with me anyway that's not important, the thought of eddie, billy, Steve, Johnathan bullying their favourite girl into being their girlfriend <3<3<3 they're so protective and possessive of you and guard you like dogs. Constantly around you shielding you from anyone's eyes

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve Harrington x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #Jonathon byers x reader #argyle x reader #murray bauman x reader #enzo x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #cryptid reader #bimbo reader

[doctor-dusk]

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

mr. turner (the car!alex) offers you a ride home on a rainy day. could you turn down an offer from your favorite teacher? 

warnings: almost none, age gap, just a bit of angst, most fluff actually.

word count: 3.9k

kinda into prof!al for so long but i only managed to write something now. maybe there's a part 2 (with smut included), idk.

this was wrong. he knew that.

but was it so wrong?

he asked himself that every time he looked at you, sitting in your usual spot in the classroom, second chair in the second row, from left to right.

quiet girl, shy, intelligent, deer eyes that discreetly followed him when he explained the content as he walked around the room, always making a point of passing close to your row, just to be able to delude himself with the sensation of feeling your body close to his. 

if he was lucky, he could also smell the faint perfume you exhale dissipating due to the air conditioning. vanilla scent, to be more specific.

you were his favourite girl. secretly, of course. so secretly that you didn't even know that.

little did he know that he’s your favourite teacher. but just like him, you were also discreet. 

you avoid looking at him for too long, afraid of looking like a psychopath, or worse, that he would look back at you, something that happened sometimes.

but, oh, when he looks back at you... simply the best three seconds of your life.

you made him feel strangely uncomfortable. not that it's in a bad way. it was a ‘’good uncomfortable’’, if he can put it that way. 

he liked the way your voice sounded, feeling like a warm breeze in a cold day. he wanted to be able to talk to you more, answer something other than a simple question that you occasionally asked him during class. the most you say outside the classroom is ''see you next class'' along with a polite smile.

but again, reality comes weighing like a ton. you were his student. his sweet little student.

this was so wrong. but he couldn’t help it. his eyes fell on you more than he would have liked, as if you were a magnet. to your face, your neck, your chest, always with a minimum of cleavage that was almost always covered with your coat. to your hands, always busy holding a pen, writing tireless and useless notes in your notebook.

he wondered what your delicate hands could do besides write so much. 

on this particular morning, it was raining. like, a lot. you specifically loved rainy mornings when you didn’t have to go to campus, which unfortunately was not the case.

and now, you were stuck in there at one of the exits, watching the rain fall like a deluge, hoping that it would give you a minimal break so that you could at least get to the bus stop without getting all wet.

you looked at the time on your phone. it wasn't that you were in a hurry to get to your apartment, just the idea of staying there on campus didn't please you as you wish.

if only you were taking a class with mr. turner right now… yeah, the whole world could fall apart out there as long as you could be near him. his voice sounding like a shooting balm, his firm hand holding the book while the other hand was hidden inside the front pocket of his pants. you paid attention to all these details just so you could replay it like a movie in your head.

especially before bed.

oh, if mr. turner only knew what you thought about him in the dead of night…

‘’y/n?’’ you were startled by the sound of that familiar voice urging you from behind, and you hoped you weren't too pale when you turned to look at him. were your thoughts too loud?

‘’h-hi, mr. turner.’’ you forced an embarrassed smile, rubbing your arms awkwardly. ‘’what are you doing here?’’

‘’well, i… work here.’’ he chuckled weakly, hoping he didn't sound too rude, and you felt dumb for asking such a stupid question. ''waiting for the rain to stop?'' he asked, looking away from you and looking at the surroundings.

‘’yea, stupid rain.’’ you grumbled, looking around too, giving him the opportunity to look at you. as always, you were breathtaking. 

he thought for a moment before opening his mouth again. should he risk it? well, he could, but he was afraid you would refuse, and worse, end up moving away.

but he had a good excuse. it was raining a lot. it wasn't an stupid rain after all.

''can i... i mean, would you like a ride home?'' he asked after clearing his throat. he had smoked a few minutes ago, so his throat was warm and his voice was a little hoarse.

‘’oh, it's very kind, but there's no need to bother.’’ you said politely, your heart beating like a drum, your palms sweating a lot as you clasped your hands in your arms discreetly. 

‘’not a bother, miss. they said on the news that the rain is not expected to stop, you can stay ‘ere all day.’’ he responded, his mind worked quickly to come up with a convincing lie for you to accept. he didn't even watch the news today. 

you squeezed your arms tighter. you really want to accept it, but what if someone sees you getting into his car? god, you didn't even want to imagine.

‘’listen, 's okay if you don't want to, i just…’’ he said when he noticed your hesitation, looking away for a brief second. did he fuck up? ‘’just tried to help, i know what it's like to have to go home while it's raining a lot like it is now. besides, no one's gonna see us.’’

the last last sentence caught your attention, and ironically, it was what made you calm down. it was raining, what harm would it do if you accepted a ride from your teacher?

you nodded, accepting his offer. he gave a small smile, his fist clenched around the handle of his briefcase, trying to dissipate his excitement. 

you let him lead the way. luckily, he had an umbrella. a small one, not that you’re complaining. this gave you legitimacy to stand closer to him so that the umbrella could protect you both. 

‘’ready?’’ he asked you, opening the umbrella, holding it by the cold metal handle while the other hand held the briefcase. you nodded, getting closer to him so you could follow his lead when you two finally stepped out. 

the cold splashes of water hit your bare legs as you took a short run to the parking lot, dodging the puddles of water along the way and the wind ruffled your hair almost violently.

but nothing gave you goosebumps more than feeling his arm go over your shoulders to bring you closer, careful not to hit you with the briefcase he was holding. he didn't give a fuck if the briefcase was left unprotected and with rain falling down on it, as long as you were protected under his wing, everything was fine.

you stopped next to his car, he was cursing under his breath for forgetting to take the car keys out of his pocket before leaving with you. you held the handle of the umbrella so he could have his hand free to reach inside his pocket and pull out his car keys.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered, disabling the car alarm. he smelled so good. a good smell of sandalwood, cedar, coffee and cigarettes. better than you have imagined. ‘’get in, ‘s fucking freezing here.’’ he said after opening the passenger door for you to get in, holding the umbrella again so you could get in.

he closed the door before you get in, running around the car to get to the driver's door, opening it quickly, closing the umbrella and throwing it on the backseat along with his briefcase. he didn't care if it was going to get the whole bench wet, he could deal with that later.

‘’oh, god, it feels like a flood, huh?’’ he chuckled, looking at you for a moment, noticing that you’re shaking. like he said, it was fucking freezing. ‘’oh, sorry, let me just…’’ he said, quickly starting the car so he could turn on the heater. ‘’there, better?’’ 

‘’yes, thank you, mr. turner.’’ you smiled at him, feeling your body getting warmer as the heater was doing its work. he smiled back, running his hand through his damp hair, putting on his seat belt and you repeated the act so that you could get out of there.

the heater managed to keep you warm, which was great. you could say that the car seat is more comfortable than your bed, you could easily sleep here, and the smell of his perfume permeating the car made you take a few deep breaths, your lungs almost exploded with ecstasy. 

you could spend hours describing how you’re looking at the car the whole time, but you would be lying, because you were definitely looking at your teacher next to you, driving attentively, with his hard expression intact, changing only when he pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. his damp hair gave him a sexier touch than usual, his wide-open brown eyes, even though they weren't looking at you, remained enigmatic.

everything he did seemed mesmerizing. the way he operated the car with one hand, looking at the mirrors, or when he changed gears, or when he simply turned on the windshield wipers.

what a handsome man. 

‘’i forgot to ask you where your house is.’’ he said, taking you out of your daydreams and you widened your eyes slightly, soon laughing softly.

‘’yeah, i forgot to mention that too.’’ you said. ‘’do you know belvedere? the neighborhood, i say.’’

‘’oh yeah, i used to go to a pub nearby when i was younger, good days.’’ he nodded, knowing the way. 

you wondered if it would be polite to ask his age. he didn't look that old. he wasn't, actually. but for you, socially, he was old. not that you would care. 

‘’those days are over?’’ you asked, trying to continue the topic respectfully with him, not wanting to sound desperate to talk to him. but oh, you wanted so badly to keep talking to him.

‘’yeah, i think so. when you're a teacher you don't have a lot of time and energy for this kind of thing anymore.’’ he replied, scratching his chin a little, keeping his eyes on the road, eventually glancing at you. ‘’i can barely stay awake until 2am.’’

you laughed respectfully. but you could laugh without respect too, he didn't care as long as he could hear the sound of your laugh and see your cheeks blush.

‘’if it's any consolation, i also can't go past 2am without ending up asleep.’’ you said, being honest. despite being young, you had a tiring routine, you didn't have the time or inclination to go to parties and stay up until the sun came up. 

‘’two old souls, i suppose.’’ he chuckled and you followed suit. you felt good with him, he made you feel comfortable. and strangely needy.

no wonder he was your favourite teacher.

unfortunately, the ride lasted less than you wanted. you only had to indicate a few streets for him to stop in front of the building where you lived. a small building, which was certainly perfect for single people or couples.

''there you go.'' he said, forcing a smile. he wished to spend more time with you, how he wished…

‘’thank you, mr. turner.'' you said, taking off your seat belt, placing your hand on the door handle to open it, the rain was light now, just little sprinkles of water falling. 

well, you should be more grateful for the ride, shouldn't you? just a small act. 

‘’uhm… would you like a cup of tea?’’ you asked shyly.

he had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did now. so fucking fast that he took a while to respond. he doesn't even like tea, but he would never pass up the opportunity to spend more time with you.

‘’yeah, sounds great, if it's not a bother.’’ he answered shortly, paying attention to your face to see if you would change your mind. it was not politically correct in the eyes of society to invite a teacher to have tea in your apartment, both of you knew it.

and as always, you didn't give a fuck.

soon enough, you were unlocking the front door of your apartment, your teacher right behind you, at a considerable distance, even though all he wanted most was to hug you from behind, feel your curves under your dress to know if your body is as warm and soft as he imagines.

you led the way, turning on the lights wherever you passed, opening the door wider so he could enter. your apartment was small, as expected, but it was tidy and cozy. 

‘’just like you,’’ that's what he thought.

he made himself comfortable there while you were in the kitchen. he had no tea preference, he would take whatever you offered him. he looked around a little more, paying attention to every detail of the living room and hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

the dim lights made the space more cozy and warm, the small plants in the window brought a little more color to the living room, and of course, the books along with the picture frames on the small shelf near the tv were what caught his attention the most. small books of the most diverse genres, but of course literature was what most prevailed, including foreign literature.

he swept his eyes over the photos in the frames. always you, an older woman and a younger girl. he assumed it would be your mother and your younger sister. oh, there was a dog too. such a cute poodle.

it was just normal family photos. except for the absence of a man. not that he thought he should have, he didn't know anything about you at that point, but he couldn't help but think: did you have a father?

why wasn't he in the photos? is that all that you had? your mother, your sister and a dog? 

and then, suddenly, he started to wonder if it was possibly worth risking all of this.

‘’sugar?’’ your voice sounded behind him, making him blink his eyes and look away, his hands hidden in his pants pockets reaching out to grab the cup of warm tea.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered. 

‘’no, i… asked if you like some sugar on yours.’’ you gestured and he shook his head, taking a sip. lemon balm flavored, a true natural calming agent. you noticed he seemed a little uneasy, but you didn't want to ask him. 

‘’it’s a… cute dog, actually.’’ he said, pointing to the picture with his thumb. you gave a warm smile.

‘’yeah, he was.’’ you agreed, siping your tea. was. so, the dog died. he felt sorry for you, but before he could say something, you pointed to the small couch. ‘’would you like to sit?’’

he sat on the couch after you. the sofa was a two-seater, so it was impossible not to end up leaning against each other, his shoulders pressing against yours gently.

you felt nervous, the silence wasn't embarrassing, but it wasn't very pleasant either. your legs were bent while your hands cupped the cup of tea perfectly. you looked at him in silence, seeing that he was already looking at you long before that, taking note of every single expression on your face.

‘’are you nervous? i can leave if you want.’’ he broke the silence, sounding genuinely concerned that you were feeling insecure or uncomfortable in his presence. that was the last thing he would want to make you feel.

‘’no, i'm just…’’ you said, shaking your head and watching him leave the cup of tea on the coffee table in front of you. but you couldn't lie. and even if you did, he wouldn't believe it. ‘’yeah, i'm nervous. i never... brought a professor here and... i don't know, i'm not used to it.’’

‘’it's ok, darling. i’ve also never been to a student's house before.’’ he sounded honest in his response, wanting you to feel comfortable but not wanting to force you into it. you took another sip of the tea, the hot liquid running smoothly down your throat before you set your cup down next to his. ‘’but i can still leave if you want.’’

‘’i wouldn't have invited you to come if i didn't want you to stay.’’ you replied, summoning all your courage to say it without stuttering, looking at him. a weak smile appeared on his lips, and he felt safe reaching for your left hand that was resting in your lap.

you didn't refuse his touch, your hand rested in his open palm, showing the difference in size between you. his thumb brushed over your skin, making you slightly open your hand, feeling more of the contact between his calloused fingers and yours. your hand was more delicate and soft, the way he always imagined. 

your head felt full and your heart beat faster, but you tried not to tremble, enjoying this touch and the way your palms rubbed gently. 

‘’do you play the guitar?’’ you asked, breaking the silence. he nodded, too distracted by the touch of your hand, but not so much that he doesn't hear you.

‘’i take a little risk. can't say that i'm a professional though.’’ he shrugged softly. you smiled, imagining what it would be like to see him play his guitar. does he play standing up? seated? lying in his bed? does he like to play more elaborate riffs? or something more peaceful and soothing? 

‘’it would be nice to hear you play one day.’’ you commented, and he smiled at the idea. oh, he would love to play for you.

‘’yeah, sounds great. we can go to my place any day, i can play you some tunes.’’ he said. so, was he considering taking you to his flat one day? he gave a crooked smile. ‘’if you like, of course.’’

‘’i would love to.’’ you spoke softly, feeling more comfortable around him, your hand still on top of his. ‘’but... wouldn't there be anyone at home waiting for you?’’

nice shot. it was a good move to ask that. at least you would know if he had someone in his life. you would feel like crap if the answer was yes.

‘’no. i used to have, to be honest.’’ he replied, at the same time you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders, you couldn't be too relieved about it the way he spoke. ‘’but it's in the past, she's no longer part of my life and i couldn't be more relieved than that.’’

you didn't have many details about mr. turner’s romantic life, and that was as close as you could get. the only information you had was that he was divorced. the reason? well, you wouldn't dare to ask. at least not now. you were content to know that at least now, he wasn't with anyone.

you gave a small smile, your hand squeezing his for a short moment before you before you carefully approached, laying your head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't push you away. and he didn't. he relaxed his tense shoulders, wanting you to be more comfortable. his arm went around you, the same way he did to pull you closer to protect you from the rain, but his hand fell a little further, resting on your side. he felt warmer inside.

you kept your head still, your eyes open and your breathing was shaky because you were still nervous, and he did everything he could to make you more comfortable. after all, you had the initiative. the fingers of his other hand ghosted over your face, brushing the strands of hair from your face, loving how silky they were and had a soft watermelon scent.

‘’you smell good.’’ he whispered, complimenting you in a sweet way, trying not to overwhelm you or make it worse. 

‘’thank you.’’ you whispered back, moving your head a little so your nose could get a little closer to his neck, smelling the faint scent of his perfume that was still present on the collar of his shirt. ‘’you also smell good.’’

he smiled at the compliment, even though he thinks it's a lie, since he stayed at campus all morning, smoking on certain occasions and sweating during the hours.

his hand sank into your hair, his fingertips working dedicatedly on your scalp, massaging if softly. it felt like a blessing, your eyes closed immediately at his touch. he smiled, kissing your forehead. he was loving seeing you like this, so relaxed and so serene. because of him.

‘’feels nice, huh?’’ he asked quietly, seeing you open your eyes and look at him. god, how he wishes he could kiss you now. he barely had time to weigh the pros and cons, because when he realized it, your lips pressed against his in a soft kiss.

you felt your breaths mixing, your head emptied, all you thought about was him. 

him. him. him. 

it felt wrong at first, but now, everything was so right and so desirable that you wondered why you had never worked up the courage before. his lips were so inviting, you didn’t even need to feel his tongue invading your mouth to get completely hooked by him, but you still got that taste to feel his tongue swirling on your mouth, almost intertwining with yours. 

his hand pressed harder on your head, just like the hand that was resting in your waist, savoring your curves on his hand. somehow, he felt he was committing a great sin. that he was digging himself into a bottomless hole, and what's worse: he was taking you with him.

you pulled out, sighing softly, your lips were a little pumped and rosy. you opened your eyes, looking at him expectantly. did he liked? will he pull you into another kiss? will he reject you?

‘’i’m sorry.’’ you muttered when you noticed that he stayed silent, fighting a battle against his own mind.

‘’no, ’s not your fault…’’ he whispered back, sighing heavily. ‘’it was good, sweetie.’’

good. so he liked the kiss. 

in fact, he loved the kiss. he could kiss you all day if his mind wasn't so fucked up. you were his student. you were younger than him. you had your whole life ahead of you. and he didn't want to ruin it. he wanted to say he was sorry, that this probably wouldn't work, but it was as if his words were stuck in a lump in his throat.

‘’i think i better go.’’ he finally said, once again trying not to be rude. you hid your disappointment with a weak smile, nodding. 

you felt cold when he moved his body away from yours, standing up and adjusting his clothes. he could barely look at you without feeling a little guilty.

‘’thanks for the tea.’’ he said shortly, glancing at you one last time before opening the front door and leaving. 

you looked at the door, feeling hopeless. the taste of his kiss still remained on your lips, and now, it was tattooed on your mind. you wondered what would become of the two of you now.

this was wrong. you knew that.

but was it so wrong?

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PROMISE (KSJ)

Pairing: Seokjin × Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+, M

Warnings: swearing, smut, jealousy, insecurity, feeling of neglect, alcohol consumption

WC: 4.5K

Summary: When you and Seokjin no longer dream of the same dream, and no longer look at the world the same way, you start recalling the promise you made to each other three years ago in front of the altar. Is it a promise that holds true for eternity, or is it a promise that’s meant to be broken?

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When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I get heaven to myself.

When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I feel this way I’ve never felt.

— The Astronaut, Jin

•••

Seokjin kicked off his shoes on the vestibule, grunting in annoyance when one of them flipped over, hitting one of his heels in the process. It was a long, taxing day at work and an equally long, chilly drive home, and there’s nothing he wanted more than to just crawl into bed and sleep until spring. From where he stood, he could make out the soft glow of the fireplace in the living room and the hurricane candles on the bottom of the stairs. As he pushed the french door open, the smell of sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon wafted through the air, immediately providing comfort and warmth. He released a breath that he didn’t realize he'd been holding.

“Babe?” He called out, but he’s met with silence. “Yn? Baby, I’m home!” He called out two more times, but was still met with silence. He checked his phone from his backpocket to see if there’s any message or call from you that he missed, but there wasn’t. It’s not until he waddled further into the house that he saw the little note you stuck on the fridge: “Ran to the neighbors’ real quick. Hyo-rin wanted candied nuts. Saved some for you too. <3”

Hyo-rin is your neighbor’s three-year-old daughter who loves following you around and takes interest in everything you do. She sits outside with you when you tend to your flower bed, she rides her bike beside you when you go for a walk, and she sometimes unabashedly asks you for random things– last week, she asked for chocolate cupcakes, and this time, she asked for candied nuts. Her parents don’t mind– Hyo-rin is their youngest child and are grateful that she likes socializing with the neighbors that much. They also offer to puppysit for you when you need to run some errands and couldn’t take Kkuma, your little red sable fox-face pomeranian, along. Seokjin loves kids, too, but there’s something about your fondness with Hyo-rin that feels like a giant fist constantly jabbing on his chest, and he hates himself for it. He sometimes wonders if that’s supposed to be how one feels when they’re in a childless marriage for years, too. Setting the thought aside, he wandered through the kitchen and found a glass bowl filled with a selection of nuts– pecans, walnuts, and almonds, coated in glossy spiced sugar. He doesn’t like snacks that much, but he couldn’t resist popping a piece of pecan in his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction as the saccharine taste danced on his tongue. These will be great with wine and cheese, he thought. He leaned onto the counter and dialed your number.

“Hi, love,” you picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, I’m home…” Seokjin stated. “Did you take Kkuma with you?”

“I did, yeah… We’re coming home in a bit,” There was a hint of a smile in your voice. “Hyo-rin’s mom was kind enough to buy some toys for Kkuma, and she’s just getting them from their room.”

“Hmm, okay… I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he sighed. “Hurry up though, I’m so tired, I just want to lie down.” He whined.

~

Your breath hitched at the sight of your husband leaning onto the counter— hair a bit disheveled, exposing a bit of his forehead, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, exposing his veiny arms. Even in his exhausted state, you can’t deny that you hit the jackpot at the handsome husband lottery.

“Hey there, handsome…” Your eyes met and he gave you that eye-wrinkling smile that never fails to make you weak in the knees, before encasing your waist and pulling you close. His mouth captured yours in a tender kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, you felt him relax in your arms. He gave your lips a few more pecks before moving to your jaw, nuzzling the back of your ear, and snaking his hands underneath your shirt at the same time. The warm contact of his palms against your skin made you sigh in delight, “Mmm… I thought you were tired.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head as your husband’s kisses trailed down the side of your neck.

“I am, but you smell so good, babe…” he murmured against your skin. He was just about to kiss you on your lips again when an abrupt yelp coming from the direction of the floor caught his attention, followed by excited paws pitty-patting on his legs. You both broke away from each other, earning a giggle from you and a whine from Seokjin. “Yaahh, Kkuma…” he exclaimed, but crouched down and picked up your puppy anyway. “Way to ruin the mood, boy…” he cooed nuzzling on the little pooch’s neck.

You took that as your cue to go around the kitchen island and retrieved a can of cold beer for Seokjin. “Mama called earlier…” you started telling him about your mother-in-law. “She’s reminding us of the Fall Festival next week.”

“That’s next week?” He put Kkuma down and slumped down on one of the bar stools.

“Yeah, we promised we’re staying for the weekend, remember?” You popped the can open, handing it over to him.

Seokjin toyed with the rim of the beer can in deep thought, “When did we say that?”

“Oh my god, Jin? Seriously?” You rolled your eyes while moving around effortlessly in the kitchen retrieving things you’ll be needing to prepare for dinner. “Your mother was literally sitting on that chair last week when she mentioned that the halloween attraction park is opening again this year, you know, since they shut down two years ago.”

“… like Tulleys?” he quirked his eyebrow, recalling the family attraction farm you used to go to in the United Kingdom when you started traveling as a couple.

“Yes, babe. Like Tulleys, minus all the scary, halloween-y stuff. This one’s more on just the pumpkin patch and good food stuff.”

“Oh, for kids then…” he said dryly.

“No,” you sighed. “For grown-ups too. But hey, your brother said they’re staying over too,” you giggled excitedly at the thought of seeing Seokjin’s nephew again. “Which means, we can take Junho to the farm!”

“I doubt Seokmin is coming. His wife is always too busy with her clients,” he smirked.

“Huh…” You popped a cherry tomato in your mouth before leaning onto the counter seductively in front of your husband. “Wanna know the reason why your mother called earlier?” You asked in a low voice.

Seokjin almost choked on his beer, “Why do you have to talk about my mother in that manner? Yah!” His ears turned bright red before he fell into a fit of giggles. “Babe, what the fuck?”

“Sorry!” You couldn’t help but laugh along too. You composed yourself again before continuing, “I just wanted to prove you wrong, you know!” You went back to the other side of the kitchen and continued assembling your dinner, “Mama called earlier to tell us that Seokmin, Ana, and Junho flew in this morning.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah… she’s asking us if we can drive down sooner. Seems like she’s already too excited to wait for the weekend.”

“It’s only Wednesday though,” Seokjin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I know, that’s why I said I’ll check in with you first,” you said softly. “I know you’ve been busy lately.”

A few months ago, Seokjin has assumed the directorship role at the real estate company he’s working at, and has spent most of his time either stuck in meetings with developers and engineers or reviewing and signing contract after contract. Even at home, when he’s supposed to be resting and spending quality time with you, he finds himself reaching for his laptop or his iPad whenever he thinks something needs to be done. You on the other hand, have been doing well with freelance work, curating pieces for galleries that would require your expertise and keen eye for the arts. That’s how you tread the water on your relationship and keep your heads above the surface— you can ground him whenever his world spins a little bit too fast.

•••

You arrived at your in-laws’ house Saturday morning and to say that the countryside looks gorgeous enveloped in the colors of autumn is an understatement. The moment you stepped out of the car, Junho, Seokjin’s four-year-old nephew ran out to greet you, brown, orange and red leaves crunching underneath his little boots.

“Uncle Jin!!!” He ran straight into your husband’s waiting arms squealing as he picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Seokjin ran around the driveway with his nephew over his shoulder screaming along with the little boy gleefully.

“Yn…” Your mother-in-law greeted you with a fond smile before pulling you in for a hug. “How are you, sweetheart? Are you guys tired from the drive? Are you hungry?”

“No, Mama,” you linked your arm with hers as you walked back to the house. “We enjoyed the drive, the scenery took our breaths away.” You glanced back at Seokjin and Junho still playing outside. “Though your son is really craving haemul kalguksu. He wouldn’t stop talking about it on the way here.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “Did he talk to Seokmin? That boy is asking for the same thing!”

As if on cue, Seokjin’s older brother opened the front door for you. “Yah… I was wondering where my son has run off to,” he smiled.

“Aish… let them be,” your mother-in-law smacked the back of his head. “He hasn’t seen his uncle in a while…” She pushed past the door, with you still in her arms. “Come on, Seokmin. Shuck the clams and mussels, and I’m gonna get started on your kalguksu.”

~

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 02:30 AM and Seokjin still couldn’t will himself to sleep. You’ve been asleep for a while now, your back turned to him, cuddling another pillow. He’s still fuming over what transpired during dinner with his parents, his brother, and his brother’s family. You were doting on his nephew when his sister-in-law started throwing a barrage of questions your way. ‘Yn, are you pregnant? No? Oh. I thought you looked quite a bit… heavy.’ Ana was relentless with her snide remarks. ‘When are you planning to have a baby?’ ‘You can’t keep hogging my son whenever you have baby fever.’ ‘Okay, be honest— which one has infertility issues? Better get yourselves checked!’ ‘I can’t believe three years of barren marriage.’ Seokmin, extremely embarrassed by his wife’s behavior, scolded her, which led to Ana storming off, and their parents cutting the dinner short. You spent the evening helping your mother-in-law clearing up, and preparing the front porch for all the pumpkin decorations you’re picking up at the farm the next day, assuring Seokjin that Ana’s words did not affect you and that he should also just let it slide. He knew better though. He knew that the reason why you slept with your back turned to him, it’s because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

The following morning, your mother-in-law has informed you over breakfast that Seokmin and his family has already left to catch an earlier flight back to Jeju-do. Apparently, Ana was so embarrassed with what happened that she didn’t have the guts to face you, but that shouldn’t dampen the mood and change your plans for the day— which you happily agreed. Your agenda for the day is to go to a pumpkin patch and grab everything you could get your hands on to decorate with. Your excitement is through the roof because you’re not just going to an ordinary pumpkin patch, you’re talking about 90 acres of farmland all prepped up with dozens of pumpkin varieties, just for this festive season.

“Seokjin, how many pumpkins do you think you can load up in your trunk? Your Dad and I are bringing the truck.”

“I thought we were riding with you in the truck?”

“Babe, Mama’s asking—“

“I’m asking because you have to bring enough back home to the city to decorate with!” Your mother-in-law shrieked.

“Meh…” he shrugged. “Can probably fit half a dozen in the trunk.”

“What are you gonna do with just half a dozen? Pumpkin pie?” your father-in-law teased.

“We can fill the backseat, Papa, it’s fine.” You waved your hand dismissively.

“What? No. The backseat is real leather,” Seokjin argued.

The chair screeched as your father-in-law stood up and rounded the table, patting Seokjin on the shoulders, “Son… happy wife, happy life.” He chuckled before fishing the car keys from the decorative bowl on the counter. “Let’s go, everyone.”

•••

The farm was buzzing with people. At the entrance, you were given a large wheelbarrow and a pruner, and then off you went to explore the patch to pick your own pumpkins. There were live roaming characters dressed as enchantress and fairies, playing with the kids around, and in the distance, you could hear the live band coming from the streetfood tent. Seokjin promised his Dad that you’re all going to try the pumpkin draft beer after pumpkin-picking.

“How much are these pumpkins? This one’s heavy!” Seokjin struggled to load the biggest one you’ve picked up so far on the wheelbarrow. “Are they gonna weigh these things?”

“They have size rings that will determine the price later on.” Just when you crouched down to nip another silly-looking gourd from the ground, you heard two small voices arguing from behind you.

“Mina, let me do it!”

“No, let me! Let me!”

“I’m older than you!”

“But I’m stronger!”

Seokjin watched you approach the two little girls arguing over who’s gonna pick the pumpkin with their bare hands, and he felt that pang in his chest again. The same one he feels whenever he sees you play with the neighbor’s kids, play with his nephew, and sometimes even when you’re just playing with Kkuma. You love kids, and you have that certain nurturing air in you that makes him one hundred percent believe that you’re gonna be a great mother one day. Before you got married, you have talked about having kids in the near future, and since you’re the eldest child amongst 6 siblings, you’ve always been vocal to him about having a big family too. Seokjin, being the youngest child, is used to being spoiled rotten, but things took a turn when he met you. He had to man up– especially when he met your five brothers, who albeit all younger than you, could easily take him down if he made one mistake. He had to prove to them that he could take care of you and give you everything your heart desires.

His train of thoughts was interrupted when he saw a man approach you– most likely the children’s father. He thought nothing of it until he saw the glint of recognition in the man’s eyes, his boxy grin was a dead giveaway too. The next thing he knew, you’re waving him over to where you were standing before making the introductions.

“This is my husband, Seokjin…” you beamed, linking your arm around his.

“Hey man…” Seokjin extended his hand.

“Taehyung. Nice to meet you,” he took his extended hand in firm grip. “Wow, I can’t believe out of all the galleries and exhibits we could’ve run into each other, we find ourselves at a pumpkin patch.” Taehyung regarded you after letting go of Seokjin’s hand.

Taehyung. Galleries. Exhibits. Something finally clicked in Seokjin’s mind. This is Kim Taehyung, the artist. Kim Taehyung, your ex boyfriend.

“I know!” You exclaimed. “You have beautiful kids, Tae.” You smiled fondly at the girls who were busy choosing which pumpkin to pick next.

“Thank you! Ah, they’re quite a handful, but it’s been great.” He chuckled. “How about you, guys? Did you come with your kids?”

“Oh no, we’re here with our parents.” You looked around, “They’re around here somewhere.”

“Oh nice, nice…” Taehyung nodded. “Are you still curating? Or…?”

“Yeah, I am! I mostly work freelance now though, but it’s been good. I get a lot of consultations from clients.”

“That’s cool!” One of Taehyung’s daughters waved him over to look at the pumpkin they had chosen. “Well, I guess that’s my cue to get going. I’ll see you around? Maybe we can work together pretty soon!”

“Sure, Tae!”

“Hey, nice to meet you again, man.” Taehyung raised a salute to Seokjin before walking away.

~~

Seokjin had just finished loading up your car with the last pumpkin when you stepped out of the house with your mother-in-law, bearing a basketful of side dishes and fresh herbs harvested from her garden. You figured you would leave early in the afternoon so you can make it back home just in time before sunset.

Seokjin kissed his mother goodbye, promising he would call her as soon as you made it home.

It was a smooth drive, with little to no traffic along the way. The moment you hit the highway, you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a small bag of sour gummy worms that you’ve been saving for the drive. Seokjin was unusually quiet, a tell that he’s exhausted. The only sound in the car is the soft hum of the radio tuned into a random station. You retrieved a piece of the sweet treat and offered it to your husband by attempting to feed it to him yourself. “Open, please. Ahhh,” you opened your mouth wide, willing him to copy you. Seokjin shook his head and avoided the candy. “You don’t want one? But these are your favorite,” you pouted.

“Not hungry,” he answered dryly.

“This isn’t supposed to be a meal, silly!” You giggled, popping the candy into your mouth instead. “I had fun today,” you smiled. “I’m tired though, let’s not unload the pumpkins tonight. Let’s deal with them tomorrow.”

Seokjin nodded.

“Yoongi texted me earlier, asking if he could keep Kkuma for the weekend. Apparently Jimin and Jungkook hogged him all day and he didn’t get some quality time with his quote-unquote nephew.” You laughed thinking about how indifferent your younger brother is, but goes so soft for anything with fur and paws.

Seokjin just nodded again, uninterested.

“We’re lucky Joon and Hobi are both out of town, otherwise, they might ask to keep Kkuma for an entire week.”

“Yn, can you just…” he started, irritated. “Will you please keep quiet for a minute, I’m trying to concentrate on the road here.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry,” you bit your bottom lip and sank down on your seat. You heaved a deep sigh before looking out the window, staying quiet during the entire drive.

•••

“Are you working? I thought you’re tired?”

You looked up from your iPad when you heard your husband’s voice. His side of the bed dipped as he sat down, dressed in boxer shorts and plain white shirt; hair still damp from the shower.

“I’m just checking a few things and trying to work on my calendar next week,” you replied. Seokjin scoffed and it made your eyebrows raise; what has gotten into him?

“So you can fit Kim Taehyung into your schedule?” He asked bitterly.

“What?” Did you hear that right? You placed your iPad down on the night stand and sat up straight in bed, waiting for Seokjin to turn around.

“He’s your ex, right? The artist, Kim Taehyung? He wants you to work with him, right?” Seokjin’s voice trembled. “Go ahead, make time for him. You can—“

“Seokjin, why are you bringing this up?” You’re beginning to get irritated. “Why are we having this conversation? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Silence.

“Is that the reason why you were all snappy at me in the car? Because of a happily-married man with two daughters, that I happened to bump into earlier today?”

Seokjin hung his head low, both hands gripping the side of the mattress, back still turned on you.

“What has gotten into you?” You rolled your eyes. “Gosh, you’re not usually—“ Your words were cut off when you heard your husband sniff. “Jin?” You crawled across the bed to his side, your irritation suddenly replaced by concern. “Babe…” You hugged him from the back and rested your chin on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” You planted a kiss on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

The look on Seokjin’s face when he finally turned to look at you made your heart clench. His nose and cheeks were flushed, and his eyes pooled with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Yn…”

“What? Why?” You reached out and wiped the fresh tear that streamed down his face with your thumb.

“I’m sorry that until now, we don’t have the family you’ve always dreamed of,” Seokjin sighed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you a child. Maybe if you ended up with Taehyung, those kids could have been yours.”

“Jin, I—“ you wanted to say something but Seokjin is speaking a thousand words per minute at this point, trying to lay everything out on the table.

“I know you’ve always wanted kids. You want a big family, and I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me, babe. I want to have kids with you, but it’s just so frustrating.” Seokjin’s tears fell freely on his face and he was quick to wipe them away. “You know how much it crushed me as I watched you sit there at the dining table last night, listening to every word that came out of Ana’s mouth? Because it’s true— we have a barren marriage, and I feel like it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Sshh…” You kneeled on the bed and moved directly next to him to get a better angle. “It’s okay, babe. There’s nothing wrong with you,” you soothed him. “We both know that. We’ve been to the doctors, we’re both healthy. It’s just not the time yet, okay?” You cradled Seokjin’s face gently between your palms. “Look at me, Jin.” He looked at you as if you hold the whole universe in your hands. You’ve never seen your husband break down like this before except three years ago, as he watched you walk down the aisle. But this one’s different— this one is full of pain and regrets, and you don’t like it one bit. “I love you, okay? Who cares if we can’t have kids? Maybe—“

“But I promised you everything in the world…”

“You have already given me so much, Seokjin…”

“Is it enough, though?” He asked softly, eyes pleading.

You don’t know what triggered his insecurities like this. You know your husband well— he’s confident, intelligent, and secured. He’s selfless, considerate, and always puts you first. His busy schedule and workaholic nature has never been an issue in your marriage as you balance each other perfectly well. During the first year of your marriage, you have already been trying for a baby. One year became two years, but still no luck. None of you had any infertility issues, but the stress due to your careers made it impossible for both of you to fall into the correct rhythm. You looked back on the past seven years you have been together as a couple, and although there were a few bumps and pebbles along the way, you’ve always managed to overcome them. Looking at Seokjin in his most vulnerable state yet made your stomach flip and your heart ache. You knew deep in your heart that it’s enough— he’s more than enough, and you could not ask for a better life partner than him.

“It is, Jin…” You reached out and crossed the space between you, capturing his mouth with yours in a lingering kiss. “You are enough. You are more than enough for me,” you whispered against his lips. You moved to straddle him on the bed, and just like clockwork, he encased you in his embrace and pulled you closer up against him. Once you’re settled on his lap, you deepened the kiss while running your fingers through his hair. Seokjin moaned against your lips, hands coming up underneath your tanktop.

“Let me see you…” he murmured against your jaw.

“Undress me,” you replied while craning your neck, giving him more access, as he nipped and sucked purple bruises on your skin.

Seokjin didn’t need to be told twice, he yanked your tanktop up and over your head, making your breasts bounce in the process. “Oh fuck,” he tossed the material aside before leaning down to capture one of your mounds in his mouth, kneading the other one with his palm.

You moaned at the sensation his ministrations were giving you and you started grinding on his lap, gradually feeling him getting hard against your core. You could already feel your wetness pooling between your legs at the friction between your bodies, and with the pair of lacy material you have on, there’s no doubt you’re staining your husband’s boxer shorts already. Seokjin’s hands roamed around your body, and with one swift motion, you already found yourself lying on your back underneath your husband whose already making his way down your body, trailing his tongue from your sternum, to your belly button, to the part where you needed him the most.

You couldn’t remember most of what happened throughout the night. All you could remember was how Seokjin reminded you over and over again how much he loves you, and vice versa. You fell asleep within each other’s embrace that night, not caring if both of you were sweaty and out of breath. All that mattered to you was that you’re with each other.

~~

You woke up the next morning, smiling to yourself despite the soreness between your legs. Seokjin is no longer next to you, and you figured he’s already left for work, considering it’s already almost nine o’clock. You were just about to get out of bed when the door flew open, revealing your husband in nothing but his pajama bottoms. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor with how gorgeous he is, broad shoulders and all.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed you firmly on the lips. “I made breakfast.” He smiled proudly.

“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Despite the context of your question, you couldn’t help but reach out and lovingly play with your husband’s slightly wavy hair. He’s been growing his hair lately and you’re loving it on him already.

“Nope!” He said, putting emphasis on the ‘p’ with a pop. “I’m taking a break for a while. I’ve already notified the office this morning while you were still dreaming.”

“That’s great, babe!”

“I know…” Seokjin kissed you again. “Why don’t we…” another kiss, “continue…” another kiss, “what we started last night?”

“Mmm… I’d love that…” you replied, rubbing your nose against his. “But I’m hungry…”

Seokjin burst out laughing at your brutal honesty— the obnoxious windshield wiper-sounding laugh you love so much. “Okay, come on. Breakfast is ready…” With one swift motion, he’s already wrapping your naked body up in a blanket and carrying you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You squealed.

“No!” Seokjin laughed as he adjusted your body on his shoulder, before making his way out of the room and down the stairs. “Better save your energy, my love. I have the entire month off, and we will be making babies everyday, I promise.”

•••

Time Skip: Fall 2023

#bangtansmauyeondan #promise jin #jin x reader #jin angst #bts jin ff #bts imagines #jin smut #jin fluff

[bethdutten]

they don’t love you like i love you

summary: Steve gets a girlfriend. Bucky thought he would feel a lot differently about it.

words: 1.9k

a/n: my first stucky fic!! just a lil somethin idk

Bucky hated himself.

By the time he got his papers, he was almost thankful to be heading out into a war. It would be less dangerous than sharing an apartment with someone who he could never, ever have, despite spending almost every waking hour dreaming of ways to be with him.

It wasn’t that he had anything against being gay-- he’d passed by a few of those small under-the-radar bars while he was out with a girl, and the men seemed fine enough, just like any other man walking down the street. He didn’t think he had any right to tell someone who they were allowed to love, and neither did anyone else, or any god, or any goddamn lawmaker for that matter. 

He didn’t hate himself for being attracted to men sometimes. No, he hated himself because he was completely and painfully in love with his best friend, Steve.

The worst part? He spent the better part of their teenage years telling him that someday, a girl was going to see how great he was. Steve was so insecure all the time, going on and on about how he was too scrawny, too sick, too small compared to Bucky. That’s who the girls wanted-- and yes, most nights Bucky managed to drag Steve out to a dance hall or got one of his girls to bring a date for Steve, but the dames ended up ignoring the younger man and fawning over Bucky. 

Bucky used to get so mad; how could they not see how amazing his best friend was? They never looked past his appearance to see how great his Stevie was. How funny he was, how kind and respectful he was towards every woman who looked his way, how thoughtful and talented and incredible--

Maybe looking back on it, Bucky should have known his feelings went a little above what a normal friendship looked like. But he took it for granted, how Steve was always there for him, always waiting to make sure he got home safe after Bucky’s dates, always ready to make him laugh after a bad day. Always available for whatever Bucky needed, just like Bucky would do for him.

Until one day, just like Bucky promised, a girl did see all the things in Steve that Bucky did. 

She was pretty, seemed sweet enough, and looked at Steve like he hung the stars. Like Bucky looked like him, only Steve didn’t pay attention to Bucky enough anymore to see that.

Probably for the best, Bucky thought. He went out as usual, trying to ignore the crushing feeling in his chest when he came home and Steve wasn’t there. Ignoring the smell of perfume when Steve did eventually come home, crawling into the bed across from his friend and falling soundly asleep while Bucky stared at the back of his head, having to grip onto the sheets tightly to stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through those golden blonde strands.

So when he found out he was being sent out to the front, he was grateful. Because this girl was stealing his best friend away, the man he was reluctantly beginning to accept he was in love with, and it felt like she was flaunting it.

Tonight, Bucky turned down Dot’s offer to go to the ice cream parlour (despite knowing she was really asking for more, hinting her parents were out of town; he was feeling sick all day, after forcing a smile and choking out the words I’m happy for you, pal, when Steve told him he was really falling for his girl) and laid on the floor of their apartment, staring up at the ceiling and willing himself to just disappear. Two more weeks until he shipped out. He could make it that long. 

The front door creaked open, and he listened to the sounds of Steve hanging up his coat, toeing off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bucky!” Steve yelped, a thud against the wall telling him the younger man must have jumped back.

Bucky didn’t pull his eyes away from the ceiling for a moment, eyes fluttering shut before he managed to pull himself together, taking a deep breath. He sat up, pasting his signature carefree smirk on his face as he twisted to face Steve.

“Sorry, just practicin’ for those army beds.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth giving away his annoyance. He’d been vocal about wanting to enlist, and increasingly pissed the more they kept turning him down. “Jerk.”

“Punk.” Bucky got up, moving to the couch instead and collapsing down on the worn fabric. “You’re home early.”

“Mary had plans with her family,” Steve replied, sinking down beside him and leaning his head back. “Surprised you’re home at all. Thought you’d be spending the night at Dot’s.”

Bucky made a sound that could have passed for nonchalance. “Not really in the mood.”

Steve gave him a look, frowning slightly. “You okay? Never heard of Bucky Barnes turning down sex before.”

The older man snorted before he could stop himself, shooting back, “Never heard of Steve Rogers having sex before, but here we are.”

He saw Steve flinch out of the corner of his eye, and immediately wanted to kick himself. “Aw, Steve. I didn't-- I’m kidding. Ya know I’ve been waitin’ for the dames to finally see how great you are.”

Steve just shrugged, gazing down at his hands in his lap. “No, you’re right, Buck. Took nineteen years just to find one girl who would even look at me, and we haven’t-- we don’t..”

Bucky stared over at Steve incredulously. He tried to tamper down the rush of relief he felt, but it washed over him like a wave. “You haven’t slept with her yet?” At Steve’s grimace, he continued, “I mean, nothin’ wrong with that, buddy. She’s a great gal, not a fast one. That’s good.”

Steve shrugged again. “Still not really sure why she’s with me, anyway. Wouldn’t blame ‘er for changin’ her mind.”

Bucky had to reel himself in from launching into a hour-long rant on why anyone, why everyone, would be in to Steve. His best friend radiated goodness, he was everything the world didn’t deserve but needed. Who cares if he was smaller, or his spine was a bit crooked, or he couldn’t hear half the time and spend more time on a deathbed that someone under 80 really should have. He was Steve Rogers. He was the... the love of his life. 

“That’s bullshit, Stevie. I’m real--” Bucky swallowed, voice catching and hoping Steve wouldn’t notice. “I’m real happy you got someone who sees in you what I always have. She ain’t gonna just stop seein’ that, I bet she’ll only keep wanting you more.” Bucky sure as hell did every time he was around Steve.

Steve hesitantly looked over at Bucky, eyes searching for a lie. And because he knows Bucky more than he probably knows himself, it must have been clear. “You’re just saying’ that,” he said quietly, not looking away. “You’re the only one who sees me like that.”

It broke Bucky’s heart a bit, knowing that might actually be true. After Sarah died, Bucky took Steve under his wing and never looked back. The Barnes’ were quite well off-- he could have gone back to school, had his parents buy him a nice place, use the money they gave him to travel or buy expensive suits or take his women on lavish dates. Instead, he spent it all on Steve’s doctors visits and medications, worked for the money needed for rent and food, lived in a shitty old walk up because he didn’t think Steve would allow him to buy them anything nicer.

And yet, as sad as it made Bucky to know Steve walked around thinking he wasn’t good enough or that no one loved him, it gave him a perverse sense of joy to know Steve believed only Bucky thought he was good enough, only Bucky loved him. It made Bucky feel special, knowing he was the one that made Steve feel special. 

Until Mary.

“You gotta girl now, Steve. That ain’t true anymore,” Bucky said softly. He wished it was, as sick as that is.

But Steve kept his gaze locked on Bucky’s, and it wasn’t until Bucky could feel his breath that he realized one of them must have been moving closer, or maybe they both were. Either way, Steve’s thigh was brushing against Bucky’s when he said, “No, Buck. You’re the only one who sees me like that. Only one I want to see me like that.”

Bucky felt his brows furrow in confusion, lips parting. “Steve?”

“Doesn’t feel the same if it’s not you,” he said, and it would have been impossible to miss the way his eyes drifted down to Bucky’s lips, if only for a second.

What? “Stevie, I—“

“I see the way you look at me, Buck.” Steve’s voice dropped lower, but it was shaking, and if it wasn’t for that, Bucky would think he was playing around with him, about to laugh in his face and call him a queer. But there was a hesitation in his eyes, even as his face moved in just that slight bit closer. “If I’m outta line, I understand, I know I’m—“

Bucky closed the gap between their lips, meeting in an uncoordinated and messy kiss. Steve let out a squeak for surprise before he was grabbing on to Bucky’s shirt, keeping him in place before he could pull away. Bucky let out a soft moan, lazily moving his lips against Steve’s, not sure this wasn’t some wild dream he never wanted to wake up from.

It was Steve who finally broke off, although his hands stayed firmly grasped in the fabric of Bucky’s shirt. He was breathing deeply, lungs overworked from those few moments of kissing, and Bucky felt no better despite having fully-functional lungs himself.

“I kept waiting. I thought you didn’t— you had all those girls. I kept waiting and you never said anything.”

Bucky felt his heart drop, giving Steve a look that he hoped conveyed how fucking stupid he knew he was. “If I had any idea you would have been even remotely interested, I would’ve. Those girls were just stupid fucking attempts to forget how I felt about you. Then… then you got Mary—“

“Ya, she remind you of anyone, Buck?”

The older man blinked, an image of Steve’s girl floating in his head. She had light blue eyes, he thinks, almost grey, dark hair, quite a bit taller than Steve…

“Christ, Stevie—“ He dove in for another kiss, this time keeping it slow but deep. He tentatively licked into Steve’s mouth, drinking in the delicious little groan he let out, making sure he moved back to let him breathe. “I’ve wanted you for so long, we’re both idiots.”

Steve gave him a look, but there was a twinkle of fondness in his eyes. “Speak for yourself, jerk. You coulda had me whenever you wanted.”

Bucky just shook his head , leaning in to mumble against Steve’s lips, “Lucky I love you, punk.”

He felt Steve freeze, and suddenly felt a jolt of panic run through his body but before he could say anything, Steve whispered, “God, I love you, too, Bucky. I’ve loved you since before I even knew what the hell love was. It was always you, wasn’t it?”

The older man gave his signature smirk that made Steve blush, murmuring, “It will be now, I swear to ya, Stevie. Just you and me.”

If only he wasn’t shipping out in two weeks.

#stucky #stucky angst #stucky fic #stucky fluff

[mmushroomwriter]

Ostrich x gn Mc

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”

Please

So I actually wrote this months ago, but completely forgot to post it. Reading it back, I'm actually really happy with it. So apologies for how late it is, but here you go!

This isn't set at any particular point (as in its not exactly pre- or post- book, maybe even closer to an au where the story doesn't happen? idk). Set in the crushing stage for both.

Under the cut for length

(also I love Ostrich instead of Osric. Auto-correct can be very annoying, but very funny. At least three people definitely have him saved as ostrich in their phones).

Ancia is always at its prettiest when it snows.

A layer of white coats the streets and the roofs of buildings, hiding the everpresent grime that coats the city for at least a month. The sky takes on an almost otherworldly purple glow - maybe the only times in your entire life of living in Ancia when you see the sky as anything other than a polluted grey.

It's almost impossible not to fall in love with the city in winter.

Small white flakes drift slowly in the air, completely aimless without a breeze around to guide them. Usually, at such a time it would be too dark to see so many of them, even with the dim orange glow of streetlights, but the sky is illuminated with the light of the full moon - even if the moon itself is not visible behind a wall of clouds.

It's late. No way that it's before midnight, evidence of that being right next to you in the form of Osric Jalava walking home.

That man does not leave a venue before midnight, it's somehow impossible.

You’re pretty sure he’s fully lost his mind, as despite the temperature, he’s dressed pretty much as he always is.

That is truly the one downside to winters in the city - the temperature. Because holy fuck, it's cold. You’re wrapped up in too many layers to count, a full ski jacket on top of jumpers on top of long-sleeve-shirts, with a scarf, hat and snow boots on top of all that. And here this idiot is with nothing more than jeans, a t-shirt covered by a thin pull-over, converse (that are utterly soaked through by this point) and a pair of gloves. And he isn’t even shivering.

For as long as you’ve known Osric he somehow seemed impervious to the cold, but this seemed like a bit much even for him.

The two of you walk silently back to his apartment, as it's a good amount closer to the bar than yours. It isn’t an awkward silence though, it isn’t as though neither of you can think of something to say, it just somehow feels wrong to disturb the night. It's a rare occasion for any street in Ancia to be quiet, especially in Greenplane, but it seems as though the cold has even the hardiest of partiers in bed tonight.

Osric reaches into his back pocket, grabbing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He places one in his mouth before turning the box to you, tilting it slightly in offering. You consider it for a moment, the warmth would definitely be welcome right about now, but in the end shake your head. He simply shrugs and lights his own before shoving both items back into his pockets.

It's crisp enough that every exhale already comes out looking like a puff of smoke, but now the smell of tobacco mixes with the smell of the air that always comes with winter, the one that is indescribable except for simply the smell of cold.

It’s oddly comforting, you find. It's not the smell of cigarette smoke anymore you suppose, now it’s just the smell of him.

You look at him walking next to you, his eyes ahead but not focusing on anything in particular.

It’s at moments like these that you can’t help but appreciate how pretty he is. With his face basking in the weird mix of purple and orange light and flakes of snow landing on his face like freckles. His hair is a mess (though to be fair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it not a mess). It’s grown out slightly longer than usual and you know the way it keeps falling in front of his eyes is annoying him - but you also know he won’t be quite bothered enough to do anything about it for probably another month. His lips are ever so slightly curved up into a relaxed smirk, which you’ve come to find is his default expression. You’re not quite sure why it is, but you certainly get why people often think he’s somewhat of a smug bastard before getting to know him. That’s not to say that it’s an entirely inaccurate presumption - he’s certainly a bastard, but he’s not smug, not really… well, maybe sometimes, but no more than your average person. Most of the time it’s an act, inauthentic - a comedic bit that he does for himself that he’s become slightly too good at.

As though he can hear you thinking about him, he turns to look at you, sending you a much more genuine smile. You attempt to smile back, but your chattering teeth make it look a little more like an odd grimace, making him chuckle.

“It’s cold as absolute shit out here.” He tries to say it nonchalantly, turning his eyes back in front of him to avoid yours. He comes to a stop causing you to do the same.

You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it. Instead he looks at his hands intently, as though he’s having a mental argument with them, before pulling off his gloves and holding them out towards you.

You hesitate for a second, causing him to look up. You realise with surprise that he actually looks bashful. It’s strange, as you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look anything other than confident.

“Aren’t you freezing?” you ask, concerned but very tempted to accept the offer.

He shrugs, “I’m not that cold. I’m happy to give you my gloves… you know, if you want.”

You nod, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him grin as you pull them on.

You go to start walking again, but stop as you realise he doesn’t make to follow you.

“Um,” he looks away nervously, an entirely odd sight to see. “Do you wanna, you know…”

He trails off but holds his hand out to you in obvious invitation.

You grin, is the Osric Jalava actually nervous to ask you to hold his hand?

“Just because you’re cold and stuff.” He adds hurriedly. “You know, so you don’t freeze or something.”

He looks at you, trying to keep his face neutral, but his eyes give away just how desperate he is to know if he’s just royally fucked up the situation.

You reach out and grab his hand, causing a relieved smile to break out on his face. You roll your eyes in amusement, this is a man who can unflinchingly ask you to sleep over at his place and share his bed (though calling it a bed is maybe too kind, it’s a blow-up-mattress), but is scared to ask to hold your hand.

“Hmm, yes,” You hum, eyes dancing with a mix of laughter and deep affection. “Thank you for so bravely saving me from freezing.”

He nods effusively, making the snow that had landed on his head fly off.

“You’re welcome.”

And at that, you both start walking once again. Silence once again envelops you, but just as before, it’s not awkward, not even close.

Instead, it’s a warm silence. One that wards off the harsh chill of the winter night, leaving in its wake only the beauty of Ancia in the snow.

#playlistsfortheendtimes #playlists for the end times #snippet #osric #anon #answered!

[hirudou]

            @rosehearrt asked:    “i  think  we’ve  been  going  in  circles,  how  much  longer  until  we  can  get  out  of  here?”  &  sender  and  receiver  have  to  find  shelter  in  the  woods  from  a  sudden  storm  // UP  TO  U  WHY  THEYRE  LOST  IN  THE  WOODS  IDK

        they  really  hadn't  been  out  here  that  long--  a  few  hours  at  most.  jade's  gone  entire  days  out  here  like  this,  it's  quite  easy  to  lose  track  of  time.  enjoying  the  wilderness,  the  peace  it  offers.  the  smells  and  sounds.  yes,  very  easy  to  forget,  especially  when  the  canopies  are  this  full.

they'd  managed  to  find  an  unmarked  trail  (  he  loves  those  the  most  ),  and  though  it  took  a  bit  of  coaxing--  riddle  agreed  to  follow  it  with  him.  now  the  other  is  nervous,  eager  to  go  home.  and  jade,  in  all  his  cruelty,  finds  humor  in  his  discomfort.  cocking  his  head  to  one  side.  "  we  haven't  been  walking  that  long.  "  his  tone  gentle,  steps  coming  to  a  slow  as  he  glances  up  towards  the  shuffling  leaves.  the  wind  kicking  up  and,  with  it,  the  smell  of  rain.  it  really  is  shaping  up  to  be  the  perfect  day--  he  thinks  happily.  hands  coming  to  adjust  the  bag  on  his  back.

"  you ��don't  need  to  be  so  concerned.  "  the  distant  roll  of  thunder  filling  the  momentary  silence  between  them.  the  eels  gaze  narrows  slightly,  as  if  a  direct  response  to  the  rumbling.  looking  a  bit  too  pleased  with  the  sudden  turn  in  the  weather.  "  instead  of  worrying...we  should  probably  find  somewhere  to  sit  out  the  storm  mm?  so  come  on.  "  

though  ---  almost  as  soon  as  they've  begun  to  hike  again,  the  rain  comes.  a  drizzle  at  first,  but  it  doesn't  take  long  for  it  to  turn  to  a  downpour.  jade  doesn't  mind  the  water  (  for  obvious  reasons  ),  and  even  less  than  that  does  he  mind  the  cold.  riddle  however  is...rather  susceptible  to  the  elements  it  would  seem.  and  the  coat  he'd  brought  was  not  made  to  endure  a  spring  storm.  jade  doesn't  say  anything  about  it  right  away,  instead  veering  them  off  course  to  an  outcropping  of  rocks.  the  jagged  edges  hanging  far  enough  to  provide  a  bit  of  cover.

he  still  found  the  whole  situation  rather  funny.  but  knows,  were  to  admit  it,  riddle  would  likely  have  his  head  for  it.  "  here.  "  when  the  other  glances  up,  he  is  offering  his  coat  with  a  small  smile.  "  next  time  you  come  with  me,  you  should  bring  one  that's  waterproof.  "  then  laughs  the  moment  riddle  even  considers  worrying  for  jade's  wellbeing.  "  --  hahaha,  please,  i  insist.  a  bit  of  water  isn't  going  to  bother  me,  i'm  from  the  sea  remember?  "  a  pleased  hum  when  he  accepts  the  jacket.

"  oh...  there's  a  towel  in  the  bag  too.  "  he  says,  just  as  he  sets  it  down  next  to  riddle.  "  i'm  going  to  go  get  a  couple  things.  just  wait  here,  and  i'll  come  right  back.  i promise. then when the storm is passed, we can get you back to your dorm...okay?  "

a walk in the woods

#curious? i suppose i can tell you... ( answered asks ) #this one got real long oop #anyway i feel #being alone in the woods w/ jade would be.... #unsettling at times #like he wont do anything #but still #when you have him alone like that #he just gives off “ i wont but i could ” vibes #anyway hes going 2 get some fire wood because #riddle needs to stay warm #wtf would people think if he died on a hiking trip w/ him #smh

[dreamescapeswriting]

M!!!! i know you’re not taking requests but i had an idea for a skz reaction and i thought i’d send it your way just in case~

so basically… reader can’t speak korean and asks [insert member] “hey what does xxx mean?” and it’s basically an insult. and they get very offended FOR THEM like “where did you hear that? who on earth said that to you?”

and… idk you can decide what happens next~

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

PAIRING: Seungmin x Fem!Reader/ OT8 X Fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, humor? boys shocked that the reader says the word

A/N: I know you said a reaction but while I was sitting and waiting for everyone to leave this morning I wanted to do a small imagine for it! I hope thats okay! <3

WARNING: I don't know Korean(im trying) so the Korean used is from google and it's probably wrong...But I hope you like this 🥺 Again if you still like a reaction please let me know and I'll work on a reaction the next time I open requests.

Your eyes glanced over every word on the page in front of you, trying to wrap your head around the Hangul you'd scribbled down onto a piece of paper you found in your pocket. You didn't know if your handwriting was the problem or if you had heard the woman in the store wrong but you couldn't find what the word meant.

That morning you had been out getting some ingredients to cook with for the boys, your apartment was being redecorated and Seungmin had offered you to go and sleep at the dorms with him and the rest of the guys. In doing so you wanted to make sure that you were the perfect house guest that they could have asked for. Going out of your way to cook and clean for them every day and night while you were staying with them. You didn't want to become a burden by being there all of the time and decided it was best that you make yourself useful to them.

All of you had been friends since you began dating Seungmin a couple of years ago and you'd gotten close with each other. Befriending each of the boys and spending time with them whenever you were able to. Chan and Felix were always there helping you study Korean as you weren't completely fluent in the language just yet and right now you could have done with their help.

You'd been out shopping when a woman called you a word you didn't understand, you had no idea why she had called you it though. All you had been doing was shopping around the market for fresh vegetables when you had accidentally bumped into her. Apologising on the spot almost immediately but it hadn't been good enough as she'd spoken to you with such a calm tone you knew it was something you wanted to know the meaning off. You'd grabbed the first piece of paper you could find and jotted down what she had said to you.

Tapping your foot against the side of the table you kept reading through the dictionary trying to figure out what the word could possibly mean. The thought of texting any of the boys to ask was playing in the back of your mind but you knew that they were busy today. They had been preparing for a show that was coming up later in the week and you weren't going to interrupt that because you were struggling with your second language.

"Baby?" Seungmin called out as he walked into the dorms, glancing around the porch to see if you were actually home. Your shoes were waiting there so he smiled in relief, all afternoon he had been dreaming of coming home to the smell of your cooking and open arms. He could smell the cooking but you weren't there waiting for him, he glanced down at his phone to check if it was later than he had originally thought but it wasn't.

"Yn..." He called out again, taking off his coat and shoes before carefully putting them away and going to look for you. The light in the kitchen was on and as he walked closer he could see you sitting there, hunched over with your nose in a book.

"Good read?" He chuckled as he came over to you, pressing a kiss on top of your head as you whined a little turning your body to look at him.

"Hi, good day?" You questioned as you slowly got up from the chair and hugged Seungmin tightly in your arms. The door to the dorms opened again and in walked the boys, all of them coming to the kitchen to see what it was that smelled so good in the dorms.

"Gross, I didn't come for PDA." Jeongin mumbled as he stole a can of coke from the fridge and sat down in the chair opposite to where you had been sitting.

"Studying Korean?" Felix questioned as he saw the books that were open on the table, you let out a sigh and nodded hyour head.

"I was trying to figure out a word. Maybe you'll know it?" You looked between Chan and Felix and then over at all of the boys that were now listening in to the conversation.

"I'll start dishing food." Minho called out as he walked over to the oven, starting to get bowls out as he poured some of the stew into each bowl.

"What's the word?" Seungmin questioned as he looked at you, your hands searched for the scrap piece of paper and you nodded doing your best to read it and say it the way you had heard earlier in the day.

"What does, 문외한 매춘부 mean?" Filthy Prostitute, You looked at the paper when you heard a smash of a bowl hitting the floor, followed by curse words from Minho as he burnt his foot on the hot food that he'd dropped. Your eyes glued onto him,

"You okay-"

"Where did you hear that?!" Chan cried out in a panicked tone glancing at you and then down to the paper that you were holding. All of the boys were so shocked to hear those words falling from your lips as though they meant nothing,

"What does it mean?" Your voice was filled with concern as all of them looked offended for you, Seungmin looked enraged at the thought of someone saying this in front of you.

"Where did you hear it?" He questioned a little calmly as the others helped Minho clean up.

"Who said it to you?!" He snapped this time as he looked at you, complete sadness in his eyes making you whimper a little.

"I-I bumped into someone earlier, when I apologised she said it...I thought it was nice, she said it so calmly." You explained as Seungmin shook his head at you, still in shock that someone had even thought of uttering those words to you.

"What does it mean?" You asked once again as they all turned to look away from you. None of them wanted to be the one to tell you what it meant.

"Filthy prostitute..." Jeongin said slowly as he received a small slap around the back of the head from Hyunjin, scolding him for speaking it out loud.

"O-Oh...Oh." You slowly sat down at the table as you stared down at all of the books in front of you. Wondering what you could have possibly done to offend someone so much to warrant that being said to you.

"She's not worth it baby...Come on," Seungmin whispered as he helped you up but it didn't help. It still stung to know that someone would call you that right to your face when they didn't even know who you were.

Rest assured the boys were going to do everything that they could that night to make you feel better, Seungmin going above and beyond to cheer you up as best as he could.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix @lolalee24 @lenorelove @yubinism

#skz #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz drabble #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabble #kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagine #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagine #kim seungmin imagines

[bakuvantea]

HEY BESTIE I HOPE YOUR HAVING AN AMAZING DAY

CAN I GET SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS WITH SUNG JIN-WOO WITH A FEMALE S/O

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE BUT REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

>:)

general relationship headcanons of sung jin-woo with his beloved s/o

- warnings: none! just a tad bit of nsfw implications

- audience: I made this gender neutral, i do hope that’s okay!!

- a/n: hello >:) anonnn (may i call u that? lmao-) here’s your request love!! thank you for your kind words <33 stay heathy, stay hydrated, and always rest up okay? hope you have an amazing day ahead too!!

also idk who jacob is-

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: pre-awakened jin-woo (before entering the carthenon temple)

> he was always cautious, he didn't want [you] to hear the whispers going around about how you could've chosen someone better, about how you could've loved someone that was not him. thus, he was very shy and timid, always on edge when he feels the piercing stares from his batchmates -most especially when you try to initiate physical contact with him in your school or in public, you'd see him uncomfortable and so you'd immediately stop (because you respect him, ily). behind closed doors though he would always go above and beyond in pleasing you and making you feel loved, although he always doubts himself so you always make sure to give him praises and assure him that he is the one you love (not that jerk jacob from the class next door).

> he always wears spare hair ties or hair pins around his wrists in case you forget or lose yours. in fact when its weekends -and when he's not out infiltrating dungeons and positively offering his life on a silver platter- he always tries to study new hairdos and hairstyles so he can have more variations and choices when he ties or pins your hair for you. he'd always kiss the top of your head after and you'd feel his smile as he nuzzles your hair, smelling your shampoo. since his hair is also long, you'd also return the favor and tie his hair for him. his favorite would have to be the classic apple look with a pointy lock of hair erect in the middle -he really looks like a shih tzu, adorable-

> he.blushes.so.easily !!! he is very weak to praises and your lil kisses that pepper his face. you can see him glow and you even see his smile evidently becoming wider despite him shying away from you, looking downwards to avoid your loving gaze.

> he may be sht but he is also very playful towards you, teasing you and throwing pillows at you when you’re in his room, what a baby.

> often during dates he'd always need to leave early because he really needs to earn money and g to the dungeons. although you try to offer him some of your savings or your help during the dungeon raids, he'd always reject your offer, thinking of how it may burden you or the dungeon raids may possibly hurt you. you don't listen to him though, you give some of your savings to his sister when you cross paths in your school, and you'd always register after him in raids or call up someone you know to have you join in.

"(name) why are you here?!"

"angel face, i can handle myself just fine. it's my choice to help you and whether you like it or not, i've also been called for this raid. come love, we're going in."

> you'd always take his blue hoodie and wear it. he gets so shy when you smell it.

he gets frantic when you take his hoodie and start sniffing it, exclaiming; "stop! i smell weird."

you raise an eyebrow at him, "woo, you smell fine. i like it."

he tries to stutter a remark but was silenced by your smile.

> you always try to visit his mother with him and his sister, jinah. you always talk to their mother out loud and you'd see jinah smile gently at you and jin-woo trying to stop sniffles from escaping his lips by biting them and covering his face with his hoodie.

jinah: u simp

jin-woo: shut it

> he loved cuddles! but he really likes kissing your cheeks. he loves how soft they are and he loves feeling your cheeks move when you smile or laugh at his cute antics.

> he loves you so so dear

: post-awakened jin-woo (after the events of the carthenon temple)

> oh, dear it's the monarch-

> you weren't with him when he raided the "d-rank" dungeon that then turned out to be,, well pretty much a bloodbath, so you were very worried when you heard word of the news. you and jinah basically ran to the hospital and when you caught sight of him you almost fell down from relief and pure shock in seeing the state he's in. well, not long after though suddenly he's all buff and you were really trying to make sense of what's happening.

you: hello there good sir, what in the name of fck are you doing in my boyfriend’s room all sweaty and half-naked😀

jin-woo: (name) it’s me

you: haha yes, sir ‘it’s me’ that’s a pretty weird name but i don't judge, anyways my baby boy is not here uhm haha please get out of my boyfriend’s room

jin-woo: (name) it’s really me!

you: no sir, my woo radiates baby energy, you on the other hand radiates big dilf energy, haha i do not like what i am sensing so please for the life of me leave-

(jinah had to convince you that it is indeed jin-woo, you had her stop you from trying to hold his tiddies)

> you were very happy in seeing how confident he’s become, and you were even more proud with how he still says so humble despite his new accomplishments and title.

> it was obvious that he has become distant with others and have set a boundary between him and other hunters, you accept that part of him though since you know just how much he has gone through. he may act aloof towards others but he’s still very playful and comfortable with you.

> you have also noticed another thing though, he has become a bit possessive or much protective over you and jinah. he’d always have you bring a shadow with you to guard you when he can’t be with you. also, when someone stares at you for far too long, he’d step in and go, “hey there pal” and oh gosh was that enough to get the guy running (pretty damn hot)

> you still visit his mom with him, he doesn’t cry now though.

> when he trains, you’d insist on lying down below him when he does push-ups. you’d kiss him every time he swoops down and you’d hear him laugh which then makes you giggle as you hold his cheeks between your hands

> jinah is sick of the two you, always screaming about how on earth did her brother get an s/o before her, the audacity!

> his shadows adore you, of they’d always try to impress you or get head pats when you tell jin-woo to summon them for you. you live them to bits and always thanks them for a job well done in helping jin-woo with his raids. on the first time you accompanied him for a raid -you had to bribe him with more cuddles- and you were shocked with how his sweet adorable shadows turned a full 180, becoming ruthless towards the enemies. quite a show you’d say. after though, they’re back to flocking over you, even dismissing jin-woo lmao

jin-woo, watching you give each shadows head pats: i hate it here

you: get in line then

> it may be due to his newly acquired talents and his current mental and physical prowess but he has become more perceptive towards you. he can always read you and know just what your mood is and he always tries to make you feel better by giving his whole attention to you.

> of but of course, since dear jin-woo has become quite the looker, you also notice how girls flock over to him. and especially miss hae-in (she’s very sweet yes, but hey that’s your man so like—). the moment you discovered that she left her guild to join jin-woo’s, and then confessed (well basically she did) to your man, well you were upset but really who could blame her? instead of taking your frustrations out on her and your boyfriend, you decided to just talk it out with jin-woo and ask him about how it went. the two of you cleared it out and you got kisses and maybe even more after that ;))

> you and jin-ho are menaces to society when you are together, he hates how endearing and annoying you two can be. i mean, does he really hate it? nope, he absolutely loves seeing you two interact, although his head always throbs when you two start screaming to britney, gaga, and doja.

> a tease, he has become the master of being a tease, you hate it and love it at the same time. he’d trail kisses down your neck to your thighs and leave some marks then he’d suddenly walk away while asking you what take-out you want. rude, that’s what he is. ofc he always finished what he starts tho oop-

> he always randomly bites you now, you don’t know why but it’s really cute when he starts nibbling so you let him be.

> so extra when he tells you that he loves you. he professes it in such weird but adorable ways. one time he had printed out ‘i love you so much’ on a big-ass tarpaulin and had his shadows hold it for him while he’s kneeling down smoldering at you. you hate him so much (you don’t-). or that one time he bought a bouquet basket and had a ring tied to one of the flowers, you had to take the bouquet apart since the damn ring fell to the very bottom.

> sometimes when he gets back to the agency after his dungeon raids you and jin-ho would see him all grumpy and you immediately know that either he wasn’t able to make the enemy his soldier or his coat got ruined.

jin-woo: *sad noises*

jin-ho: that’s okay, you can kill and slaughter the others and take their souls next time

you: jin-ho couldn’t you have worded that better-

over-all, he’s the bestest boyfriend, such a sweet and handsome pretty boy much strong and reliable we love him<333

-•-

- a/n: i can add more to this if you’d like!! just hit me up again lmao it’s too long now so-

#sung jin woo x reader #sung jin woo #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #manhwa #jin woo #jinwoo #sung jinwoo #winamikobabbles #sung jinwoo x reader

[bubupop]

Dreamy eyes (obey me, Asmodeus)

Ok but why does everyone sleeps on Asmo?? He’s so pretty and deserves so much love)): Asmo appreciative club pls manifest / I just love him sm he’s so pretty and clingy and whiny and idk hahah Pls forgive mistakes. I, once again, I’m writing in the AM moment. I am not very smart LOL.

So, it’s common knowledge that Asmodeus can captivate and charm others by making them look into his eyes but this doesn’t work in MC, right? I feel like he would be unsure of what to feel when he realizes what he is feeling for MC is not just infatuation. I believe he cried the day MC complimented him on something other than his looks, the way they tenderly looked him in the eyes and with a voice warmer than any sunshine complimented him, his personality, his way of thinking, his kindness, him. But at the same time it confuses him, all this time he has been validated through compliments and attention and he can’t quite separate the two of them quite yet and then this conversation happens:

➙ You were in his room, just chilling. He was styling his hair, he had offered to do so for you earlier in the day and you refused, you were pretty content with just watching him do it “Like a DevilTube tutorial!” You had said and now he was narrating every step of his routine for both you and him. He loved all your attention on him, a lot. He felt loved when you watched him with those eyes filled with love, love you willingly gave him. He didn’t have to be someone else to receive that love. Just Asmo. ➙ Now, this hairstyle is really cute. Bunch of accessories and bows and all that’s pretty and nice in his hair. It looks and smells nice with it being soft, too. The way his hair fell in his face made him look angelical, truly. He was truly the embodiment of a jewel. But this jewel wasn’t something to possess, rather to care for. That’s how you felt towards him. A little too clingy? Perhaps, but that doesn’t bother you all that much. ➙ And then you put more attention on his face, and he enjoys it, at first. The longer you stare the more nervous he becomes, it’s not that he’s insecure… But does he have something in his face? MC, you would tell him if he had something, right? He’s looking at himself in the mirror and he sees nothing. Oh no, is this something only humans can see like… like plankton or something? Great, he’s panicking, MC. ➙ You take his hand and guide it to your cheek. Your gaze softening automatically makes him relax. “I’m sorry,” You said. “It’s because your eyes...” ➙ “Ah, yes. They’re pretty—” ➙ “... Pretty cool, yeah.” ➙ …. ➙ EXCUSE ME?! MC, what do you mean pretty cool?! Are all humans like this? Is his human broken? He has heard many things in his years alive, different sweet nothings and sugary remarks directed to him. But his eyes “”””Cool””””??? Can’t you be more romantic, MC? Read the room? Avatar of Lust, duh? ➙ You laugh at his dumbfounded face, kissing his palm his attention is back to you and not his thoughts. “Sorry, bad wording. They’re dreamy.” Ah, now. This is it, this is better. He blushes slightly, even the most used compliment felt like the softest kiss if it was coming from your mouth. He breaks into giggles. “Is that so? What else, dear MC?” ➙ Then you go off. Spitting words of love, pieces of songs and poems. Oh, no! He fell right into your love bombing trap. And, don’t get it twisted, he loves it! He just wasn’t expecting it so it takes him a second to recover after that sugar coated vomit of words and afterwards he’s putty on top of you. His head in your belly while his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s just nuzzling into you. Asmo be careful with your hair! Who cares about hair in a moment like this, MC?! Read the room ! 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me asmodeus x you #obey me headcanons #asmo is so pretty pls

[multifandomwritings]

Teen Wolf | How they’d react to their S/O being cold

My first Teen Wolf writing! Feel free to suggest characters:)) I just included some of my favorites so I’m happy to add more if anyone likes. I have been working on this for ages and wrote them all at different times so they’re all kind of written different? Idk why I’ve done this lol, but I hope you enjoy it! (You are their S/O in this ^^)

Includes Derek, Peter, Noah Stilinski, Bobby (the coach), and Stiles. 

Derek:

Derek looked over at you with his typical brooding, moody expression, dark brows furrowed when he noticed you shivering, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. He stopped abruptly, unzipping his coat. You slowed, glancing over and widening your eyes a little in surprise. 

“Oh, no, you don’t have to...” You began, but it was too late — he stood just inches away, wrapping his coat around you as you tried to avoid his intense gaze. You felt your face heat up at how close he was, and at the feeling of his warm coat enveloping you. It smelled of him, woodsy and clean, faded cologne lingering slightly. 

He furrowed his eyebrows further, upon seeing your surprised, blushing face. He backed up slightly, lowering his hands from your shoulders, “What?” 

“What?” You asked, voice wavering. 

He gave you a look that feigned annoyance, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. He had caught on, smiling slightly in realization at how flustered you were, and turning to continue to walk. When you weren’t looking, he glanced over to see you all wrapped up in his coat, smiling a little at the sight of it. 

Peter:

Peter rolled his eyes when he glanced over at you as you walked, seeing your arms tightly wound around yourself as you shivered, “Why didn’t you bring a coat?” His voice was thick with annoyance, though it was mostly because he was kicking himself for not wearing one himself. At least then he would have something to offer you. 

You shrugged, “I forgot.”

“Well, don’t forget from now on. You know, you really should take better care of yourself. Look at how you’re dressed! It’s freezing out, what are you-” 

He stopped upon glancing over at you, seeing you biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide. You were always surprised at how interested he was in your well-being. Truthfully, so was he. He pursed his lips, realizing how nagging he sounded and losing his train of thought. 

Your smile widened as you watched him, snuggling up against him to keep warm and snap him out of his confused daze. His eyebrows raised at the sudden affection, hesitantly wrapping his arm around you and smiling to himself.

Noah Stilinski:

You were always intentionally forgetting your jacket when you were out with him, just because you liked wearing his. One day you’d be sitting in the car together when you’d shiver, crossing your arms and glancing over at him expectantly. To your surprise, he reached into the back, pulling out one of your coats. 

“You’re always forgetting to bring a jacket, so I started bringing one for you,” He said, sitting it in your lap and giving you a look like he was proud of himself for being thoughtful. 

You smiled, rolling your eyes, “I don’t forget, I just like wearing yours.” 

“What? What if I get cold?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as he gave you a playfully appalled look, trying to hold back a smug smile. 

You chuckled, slipping your coat on and sliding up next to him.

Bobby:

Bobby had been making comments about how lightly dressed you were for the weather all day. You couldn’t help but laugh at how naggingly caring he was, especially since you really weren’t cold. Until evening, when the sun set, and the temperature dropped. 

You tried not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right, but you couldn’t help it. He immediately noticed, giving you a stern once over. He took your hand in his to check your temperature, and reacted in his typical over-exaggerated manner. 

“Not cold, huh?” He said dryly, unzipping his coat to give to you.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and happily accepting the warm jacket, bundling yourself up in it. You caught him smiling a little at the sight of you all wrapped up in his coat, his face sobering when he realized you’d noticed. You grinned, snuggling up to him and clinging on, with some playful protest from him. 

Stiles:

Stiles is so caring that he would somehow manage to notice you were cold before you would. The moment he noticed you were cold or dressed too lightly for the weather, he would scramble awkwardly to undo his own coat, quickly wrapping you up in it. 

“Are you still cold?” He asked, zipping you up and scanning you with concern, his own cheeks flushed from the icy air, “Do you want to go inside? I can get you something else, uh... A blanket?” 

You raised your eyebrows and smiled slightly, finding him so pitiful and sweet. His own voice was shuddering slightly as he shivered, yet he was so concerned about you. You slipped your hand into his, and pulled it into the pocket of his coat. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, his blush deepening as you led him toward his house to escape the cold.

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf headcanon #derek hale x reader #peter hale x reader #noah stilinski x reader #sheriff stilinski x reader #bobby finstock x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader

[the-blind-geisha]

Another idea bc Demi has a death grip on my adhd brain: Demiurge kidnaps a human!reader because of mating scents and whatnot but mc is lowkey into it bc she (like all of us degenerates here) has fantasized about being whisked away and relentlessly bred by a handsome devil. Idk I just want to see Demi react to a human who actually wants to be his bitch 😏

For some reason, she was easy to capture. Demiurge had never encountered that sort of behavior in a human woman. He swore she would only be bred to him and him alone when it came to the farm where he bred and skinned humans.

Regardless...she didn't care. She was oddly excited to be with him.

“I don't think you're comprehending what I am giving to you,” Demiurge explained, sitting her down in his work tent. “I am going to be mated to you and you alone. Should I be in rut, then you will have to be there to sate me—whether you'd want that or not. If I smell you are in heat, then I will take what is mine.”

“But I do want that,” she insisted, grabbing onto his hand tightly.

Demiurge wasn't sure how to feel about a mere human grabbing his wrist. Normally, he would punish them. Severe their hand from their body. However, he stopped himself from that thought in an instant. This was his mate. She wasn't at the same level of respect he saw others in Nazarick, but she wasn't below the mere human cattle he had at his farm either.

It was odd for him to admit but...the way she was touching him was...very nice. He pouted a bit, looking away to gather his thoughts before gently taking her wrist and encouraging her to unhand him.

“So this does not bother you?” He witnessed her shake her head. “Not in the slightest?” Again, she shook her head with a loving smile.

Being ever so bold, she moved closer and hugged him tightly. Demiurge tensed, not expecting such an affectionate response.

“I want you to fuck me as you so want...” she said, nuzzling into his chest. “Do what you wish with my body, heart, and soul, for they are yours for the taking.” Her grip tightened about the pinstripe coat, humming in content. After getting her fill of embracing him, she moved to his work bench and splayed herself on top of it with her legs apart and dress hiked up for him to view. “If you wanted to, you could have a taste of what is yours right here and now, my Lord and lover.”

The devil wasn't expecting this sort of response. Anytime any human female was paired with a monster or demi-human, they always acted repulsed. No human had taken interest in him such as this before. He wondered if it were real.

His brow rose ever slightly at the offer. “Really? You'll just offer yourself to me not even in season?” It was new for him. He wasn't aware any human could be this sexually demanding.

“Yes. Always and forever,” she cooed.

Demiurge took to his feet, walking over towards the table to grip the back of her head and encourage her to remain still. “Very well then... I will take what it is that you offer, and remind you that you are mine.”

#i think that face would be the face he'd give mc lol #and i find it funny he runs a literal monster fucker farm #and all us monster fuckers would gladly sign up #demiurge #demiurge x reader #demiurge x mc #human!reader #overlord #mod answers #anon #demiurge snippet #nsft

[anyotherwriter]

frost

Masterlist / buy me a coffee? / art insta

I had a dream and it had absolutely nothing to do with this, but this is what it turned into? idk. Probably doesn’t make any sense but

Credit for the gif to whomever made it. I only post my writing here. If you want to be added to my general taglist, let me know. Feedback is always welcome!

Okay, love you, bye.

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The idea of the first frost coating the grassy fields in a delicate, iridescent sheen wasn't expected this early on. They were still harvesting delicate crops back in Alexandria and sitting lake-side still offered warm breezes in the evening before the sun dipped below the horizon. It had a familiar, nostalgic feeling of summer vacations growing up and serene get-aways. If only the convenience and safety of those trips could be felt, too. 

Being out now wasn't necessary. It wasn't a life-altering run, wasn't the thing standing between imminent death… it was frivolous. One moment you were crouched in the garden at Alexandria, hands smudged in deep brown streaks as you plucked peppers from their plants, and the next, a hand outstretched to you.

"C'mon." You heard Daryl grumble from above you, his shadow consuming you from the warming of the high sun. You didn't hesitate to grab at his hand, a similar color and clean to yours, and let him pull you to your feet. Your knees cracked as you stood, taking in Daryl's face. The worry line that typically rested between his brows was smooth and calm, and you almost picked up a hint of a smile as he looked at you. 

He tugged at your hand that he still held with a small nod of his head. It was in the direction of the gates, where you found his bike sat with a packed bag resting on the passenger seat in waiting. 

"Where are we going?" You asked him as he handed you a beat up denim over-shirt to pull over your bare arms and waited patiently for you to take the backpack and let it rest on your back. Daryl only offered you a smile, a gentle one that made his eyes look lazy and tired but also full of mischief. It wasn't common to see him in a calm state of being- one where he felt comfortable and absent of worry- but seeing that look on his face brought a blooming warmth through your chest. 

"Out." He said easily as he threw his leg over and started up the bike. You looked at him suspiciously for a moment before grabbing hold of his shoulders as you climbed on behind him, and held onto him the way he had asked you to many moons ago- tight and close, for warmth and safety, and because the feel of you melted around him never failed to make shivers run down his spine in the sweetest of ways.

And you rode off through the gap in the fence, into the wasteland of broken cars, homes, and dreams, with the tips of Daryl's hair tickling your cheeks. 

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You would've been confused at the sight of the cabin, but Daryl had this habit of finding new places, and- if they were safe enough- he'd show you the way. 

It started out as a way for him to ask for help; he'd found food and wanted help toting it back. You'd taken the car that time, the windows rolled down to let the smell of the fresh spring rain fill the cab, and you couldn't recall a time, even in life before, where you were so at peace. As much as you wanted to reach over and grab Daryl's hand that hung limp as his arm rested on the center console, you couldn't, not then. He didn't say much to you, but would sneak glances over at you when the silence felt heavy, to see if you were sleeping, or if you were still smiling into the breeze that splayed across your face as your hair mussed about. That was the first time he felt he'd been truly and completely alone with you, the first time he knew what your energy felt like, if your smile translated the same for him, if you trusted him the way he did you. 

Daryl tested the waters a few more times after that; he'd go in search of large caches- food, supplies, building materials, books...anything that seemed worth bringing back. Only to return empty handed so he could ask you for help retrieving it. He didn't feel he needed an excuse to have you come along, but having an endgame made him feel more comfortable asking. Daryl wanted to ask you many times to go outside of the walls with him, but grew too self-conscious when he had no real purpose. It wasn't until last spring that he approached you, his fingers fidgeting with a greasy rag, that he braved asking you to go with him on his bike. 

The heaviness in his legs that was there when he asked disappeared when you didn't hesitate to say yes. And any apprehension and nerves he had before you'd left bursted into a smothering swarm of butterflies when you wrapped your arms around his waist for the first time, only for him to grab both of your hands and tighten your arms more around him.

"For safety", he told you, before putting his bike in gear before you could change your mind.

Now the sun had set, the food Daryl packed long eaten, and a small blanket was draped over your legs as you both stared into flames that danced in the small fireplace. It wasn't a fire for heat, it was one for light, because Daryl was aggravated that the shine of the full moon still didn't allow him to get the full look at you that he wanted. But as time grew later, and returning to their respective beds became a dangerous feat, the temperature dropped lower. You chuckled gently as you saw your breath turn into a disruptive white cloud in front of your face. 

"This doesn't seem right." You said quietly, afraid to disturb the peace, or interrupt the songs of the crickets outside. Because it didn't. The day may not be exact, but they'd decided it was mid-August, a time of the year where a frosting temperature was off by a month or so. 

"Did'n think it was supposed'ta get cold tonigh'." Daryl said as he peaked out one of the broken windows. 

"I don't think anyone did." You said, keeping a close eye on his profile. He seemed perturbed and his hands began to fidget again. "You okay?"

He was quick to nod his head, a few times too many- something you noticed he did when he lied. He started chewing on his lip when he looked back up at you. "'m sorry."

"For what?" 

He only shrugged. He wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for. Dragging you out into the cold, into a place without a comfortable place to sleep, keeping you out this late. Daryl enjoyed your company so much, enough that he accidentally disregarded what you wanted. He didn't consider that maybe you had something you wanted to do tonight, hadn't asked if it was okay that you probably wouldn't make it back to Alexandria until midday tomorrow. Now it was cold, the both of you under-dressed, and he noticed you shivering a few times already.

"Here," you said as you peeled the small blanket from your legs and draped it gently across his shoulders. 

"Nah," he dismissed it quickly, starting to pull it away. "Keep it, ya need'ta stay warm." He tried to continue his protest as you swatted his hands away from the edges of the blanket. 

"Stop."

And he did, the sound of your voice carrying a finality that he didn't want to argue with. Daryl let the blanket and his hands both fall limp. He couldn't help but grow curious as you began to fuss over him, where his feet were placed, how straight his back was, and the growing heat in his cheeks was more than enough to keep him warm as you continued to gently push and pull and arrange his limbs until you pushed up onto your knees and locked eyes with him. 

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You said, your voice small and asking for permission, but for what he wasn't clear. He remained silent, but offered you a nod of encouragement anyway, because whatever you did wouldn't possibly make him uncomfortable. 

And then you shifted slowly and turned your back to him and the feel of your hands rested on his thighs as you gently sat down between his legs made him gasp. It was quiet and could've been mistaken as a creak from a floorboard below, but you still mumbled a quick apology, waiting for him to push you away. 

The last thing he wanted to do was push you away. The feel of your back pressed into his torso, hair starting to tangle around the buttons of his shirt, and how warm you already felt made him relax. It was something he'd thought about many times before- being close to you, offering nothing but warmth, a place to rest your eyes without fear, a home. Daryl hoped it was more than warmth; he hoped that the chill of the evening air was what gave you the push to move closer to him, to invade his space, to be with him in the moment. 

Before you had a chance to sit forward again, to decide his uncomfortability for him, he brought his arms down painfully slow, the edges of the blanket tangled in his fingers, to wrap around your arms. He was worried you'd feel trapped under the weight of his arms pulling you closer into him, worried that he misread you.

But the way he felt your body relax into the new warmth made him drop his face into your hair, hiding a small smile in the little tangles.

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@srhxpci @wickedscorpio22 @diaryofkali​ @baseballbitch116​

#trash day #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction

[corruptedconfessions]

last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :) 

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou: 

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.  

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

 Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

 He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.  

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

#yandere #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #naga

[ohnococo]

Sorry to bother you but could you do some super fluffy headcannons for how Reiner, Pieck, and Eren would act around their crush? Thank you for all your writing!

idk how fluffy these are anon, but I tried!

Fluffy Headcanons for Reiner, Pieck & Eren With Their Crush

Under a cut for length.

Reiner

This man is pure heart eyes when he has a crush. He’s coming up with every excuse to be near you, staring at you dreamily while you talk about anything at all, and he will text back in .2 seconds. 

Feels the need to take care of you and while he can’t give the best advice, he’s always there to listen. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2am, all you have to do is text him “ugh...” and he’s ready to hear whatever you’ve got to get off of your chest, even if it’s just that you overcooked your ramen. If you’re going through a particularly stressful time he loves to take you on late night drives. Maybe you take the opportunity to chat about what’s worrying you, maybe you just listen to music with him, driving always clears his head so he loves to take you with in case it can help you too.

His go to way of taking care of you or showing is fondness without outright admitting his crush is food. Had a hard day? He’s buying you a meal to make up for it, anywhere you want. Feeling sick? He’s already on the way to drop off some soup for you. Or maybe your day was fine, are you hungry? He just wants to take care of you and surely french fries and a shake are a good way to do that.

He’s absolutely the kind of guy to always be offering you his coat, or his seat, and you’d best believe you always get to ride shotgun if the two of you are on a group outing with friends. 

Basically if he has a crush on you it’s going to be totally obvious to everyone via his actions... he just has to get around to putting it to words.

💛

Pieck

Pieck is an absolute sweetheart to her crush. She’ll compliment you every time she sees you, and take notice of any little changes. Expect each greeting when you meet up with her to be followed by her telling you how pretty you’re looking today, or how you smell really nice, or how the color of your shirt is perfect for you. She’s not shy with her words, and if she can manage to get you to blush or get flustered that’s a bonus for her - you’re just so cute to her like that!

She’s very physically affectionate too, always hugging you or leaning against you as you two sit together. 

She has no qualms about falling asleep leaning on you. In fact, she’d love napping with you! She loves to have you read to her while she falls asleep with her head on your lap... or maybe you can curl up on the couch and spend the day dozing with her.

She’ll link her arm with yours as you walk too, just a lot of little touches like that.

💛

Eren

Eren can be a little bit of a show off around his crush. Whether it’s playing a game, messing around with his friends, or even just finding an excuse to be shirtless around you, if he can impress you he feels like he’s winning. He doesn’t want to seem like a show off though, so the subtle ways he checks to make sure you’re watching out of the corner of his eye (or when he thinks you won’t notice him glancing at you constantly) is super cute though. 

He’s a little bit shameless with how much he likes you. When friends invite him out he will absolutely ask “Is y/n gonna be there?” if the answer is no he might just say “Eh, I dunno then.” If the answer is yes he’s gonna be on his way guaranteed.

Loves getting just SO close to you. He’ll drape himself on you while you walk or always have his arm across the back of the couch behind you. When he has a crush he just has no awareness of any kind of personal bubble. Secretly likes to see how close he can lean into you because if you don’t lean back it gives him butterflies in his stomach. 

#aot headcanons #my writing #requests #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #pieck x reader #pieck finger x reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader

[arminty7]

𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘦

Mermaid!Jungkook x Reader [Part 3]

Trapped in this life of expensive wine and judgemental eyes Y/N met an unusual lady who offered her a job at an aquarium a few towns away. Despite being hesitant and uncertain for the future she decided to take the offer as it was her only way out, not knowing that many dangers might come her way.

Jungkook swam his way through the small tunnel in wonder. He didn’t realise what he was ‘walking’ into as he took the entire night to explore a tunnel. He thought it might lead to you, how naive. It is only when he heard the piercing sound of drilling from the small tunnel entrance did he know what was happening, he was trapped. With that, his instincts took over.

Chapter: #3 Swimming in Wine

Words: 4843

Warnings: Mild Swearing // Fluff // Eventual Smut? Idk maybe depends // Jungkook obsessive // Evil Namjoon (im sorry guys) // It might be a little messed up.

AN - It's been a while. I know. 

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This work shall not be copied, reproduced, translated and/or modified in any way without my permission. In a case where this might happen, legal action will be taken as it would be a criminal act under the law and breaching these terms. Upon reading my work you are acknowledging that this work is mine and that you know the consequences if this work is copied, reproduced, translated and/or modified in any way without my permission.

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It was early in the morning when the sun started to creep its way into the room. You were sitting on your bed and surprisingly enough, you were already awake. You never used to be such an early bird, but throughout these past few nights, you would wake up drenched in sweat. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop thinking about the incident on the cliff. Upon sleeping, you could almost feel the arms of the creature wrapped around you, like its haunting touch has placed a permanent mark on you. When thinking about it more deeply, it felt human to you. The arms of a human, but its touch too deeply pressed on your skin: the coldness you felt, reached down to your bones. It was like death was clinging onto you, with you as its life source.  

 "Hey Y/N? You up?" You heard a whisper and you saw Julie poking her head through the door as she opened it slightly. You look over at her with a relaxed expression and a soft smile.  

"Yeah, I'm already up. Did you want to go and get a coffee near the waterfront before dropping me off to work?" You stand up from your bed and start fixing the blankets and pillows. 

 "Yeah that sounds like a good idea, let me go get my bag and we can leave soon." She spoke as she left the room, closing the door but not all the way. 

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Looking out onto the ocean, it felt calm today. Although the tranquillity that you felt while looking out onto the shore exhibited a chaotic kind of peace. The calm before the storm. You could feel it, the anger of the waves crashing down and the freeing nature of the water wanting to come out. But it held restraint, it couldn't do anything even if it tried. Something was missing but you didn't know what. All you knew was that the feeling you had felt when looking out towards the ocean, changed somehow. The calm waters seemed too good to be true.

 You sat there at the coffee shop across from the beach near where you work. The smell of sea-salt and fish mixed with coffee seemed like a horrible combination, but the locals were used to it. You found comfort in the idea that you might get used to it too. The coffee that you held in your hands was hot against the cool air. You sipped your coffee while waiting for Julie to come back with her usual morning cravings of insatiable sweet pastries. 

 “So, tell me. Have you made any work friends? Any of them cute?” Julie sat down across from you, taking you away from your thoughts. You looked over at her and chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I have made some friends, not many but hopefully that will change in time” You smiled slightly looking out at the ocean again, feeling yourself get distracted but not with anything in particular. "Well it’s your first day today so make sure to stay on your toes, but don't overwork yourself," Julie spoke while her mouth is full of sweet dough-like pastries, more focused on the icing coating the top of her lips, not realising that you have been spacing out this entire time. 

Thankfully you're good at multi-tasking and you chuckle at her comment, "It’s funny, people keep forgetting that I have worked at an aquarium before you know? It's not that much of a big deal." You sip your coffee but immediately placed it back down on the table, it was too sweet.

You look at your watch, realising its time to go. Plus, you would rather be at work than trying to have a normal conversation with her, you know she's trying but she's not your caretaker or mother, she doesn't need to try so hard.

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As you walk through the entrance of the Aquarium you could immediately feel the difference in atmosphere from the other day. The busy environment that you knew so well back home at the aquarium suddenly felt familiar. The buzzing sounds of life engulfed the reception as many families and residents were chatting away while waiting in line. Kids nagging at their parents and young couples looking at each other lovingly while waiting in line.  There were not many people though as it was early, and it wasn't officially open for another 30 minutes. 

You walked past them towards the reception and saw Seokjin who looked busy talking to the people in line. He glanced over at you and he made an expression as if he remembered something.

"Ah Y/N, Jimin told me to tell you to wait for him at the food court at the bar. You'll be working with him today. Taehyung is meant to be here, but he called in sick". You nodded, silently chuckling to yourself as Taehyung probably just called in sick because he was "too busy" or had some "emergency". While in reality, he's probably watching a new season of a drama he recently got addicted to. 

You head your way to the food court after you say goodbye to Seokjin. It seemed quiet in the food court but simultaneously busy as workers prepared for the day. You could see some workers running around in their little cafes or tourist shops as you walk towards the main bar. You could hear your heels hit the glassy floor, echoing as it bounced off the wall of the gigantic room. 

The bar had no one in it. You suppose it didn't open till later in the day. It was weird to you, you have never seen an Aquarium that had a bar before. Mind you, you never really travelled anywhere so you wouldn't know if it's a common thing to have at Aquariums. 

You sat on the stool, looking at the giant tank circling the entire food court, acting as a wall around the large room. You tried to look through it to see how far it went but all you could see was the light blue ocean that seemed almost endless. Some small school fish could also be seen swimming in the tank. It felt as though you were in the middle of the ocean. All alone. 

In contrast to the light blue colour that is seen throughout the rest of the room, the small tank that was built into the wall behind the bar looked darker and overgrown. It was a very small square tank that resembled a small window. You could barely see through it, a thick layer of algae covering the glass, it looked so dark in there. Maybe it was connected to another section of the aquarium, perhaps it even descended underground?

You shivered and looked around the food court, were you being watched? You could feel the sudden nervousness tingling throughout your body.

It was a weird feeling that came upon you, an icy cold feeling of loneliness like the air had suddenly shifted. The voices of the other workers in the food court were drifting away and you were slowly slipping away from reality. An alluring voice crept into your ear, singing an enchanting but hypnotising harmony. Somehow you could sense that it wasn't one of the workers for the voice sounded too angelic, too sweet to even be real. Your bones were chilled as you sensed the familiar feeling of cold strong arms enveloping around your waistline and chest as if you were reliving the moment by the cliff. You could physically feel it, its touch… his touch. Closing your eyes, you could feel the cold sharp wind from that moment above the water as it brushed against your cheeks. The creature’s hot breath giving you some type of warmth in the moment, yet it felt unknown to you. Mortality was clutching you in its hands, but you felt so safe. Like it was saving you despite drowning you at the same time. 

You shook your head, awaking from the trance that you were in. Glancing back over at the tank behind the bar and you saw a dark figure in the water. It stayed there looking through the algae ridden glass. You could only see a face, black and blue scales on its cheekbones and jaw. It looked human, but at the same time, you knew it wasn't. Its alluring golden eyes, shining in the water, staring into your own. Its eyes were soulless. 

By the time you blinked, it was gone.

You stood up, wanting to go closer to the small tank behind the bar. Making your way behind the bar, you were stopped by a strong hand pulling your shoulder back. "What are you doing here?" You turned to see a man who held your shoulder with a firm grip, his eyes staring straight into yours.

Oh, if looks could kill.

"I uhh.." Your mind went blank as you stepped back a bit, away from the man. He looked annoyed while you struggled to let the words out. By this time, you forgot what just happened moments ago.

"Answer my question" He spoke quietly but sternly, letting go of your shoulder but moving a step closer to make sure you can't run away. 

"I was waiting for-" 

"Yoongi-Hyung, what are you doing?? Leave the poor girl alone, you'll give her a heart attack" You sighed in relief as you saw Jimin walk up to the bar. 

'You know this girl?" He spoke in a serious tone, you remembered what Taehyung said earlier about the Bartender, I guess this is him.

Jimin nodded, leaning on the bar. "Her name is Y/N, she's the new recruit Hoseok was telling us about" Jimin looks over at you with a charming smile while you take the opportunity to escape the bar and onto Jimin's side. 

Yoongi looked at you and then back at Jimin, "well get outta here will you, the aquarium opens up soon”.  

You nodded and Jimin just smirks before looking over at you "Come on Y/N, we have a busy day ahead of us" He stands up, grabbing your hand, giving you his signature smile before leading you out of the food court and down the hall.

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Third Person POV

"I can't believe we are opening up the aquarium a day after we caught it, what if it escapes?!" Hoseok looked down at the ground continuously tapping his foot on the ground as he leaned on the bookshelf in the office. Namjoon sat there in the chair in front of him. 

"Don't worry, it can't escape" Namjoon reassured him and then continued. 

"We have reason to believe it got stuck in an old tunnel filled with water that was built throughout the aquarium. We constructed the tunnel ages ago for the public and we were going to add glass windows to it, so you can look through the tunnel. However, the construction wasn't going as planned and we halted the idea." 

"So, it's just swimming in a small tunnel throughout the aquarium walls with no way out? Like a maze? In pitch-black darkness?" Hoseok widened his eyes, he never heard of such a thing. 

"You have nothing to worry about, the tunnel that he swam through to get in the aquarium was connected to the ocean, but we blocked it off as soon as we found out he swam in it. He's stuck in there." 

"Are you certain? Have you swum through the tunnel yourself? How do you know there's no other way he can reach the other aquariums for the public to see?" Hoseok said, his voice raised. He walked up to the front of the desk, his hands crossed, Namjoon could sense his doubt radiating off of him. 

"Before this place was opened to the public, I got some divers to check it out, it has no pockets or windows. It's pitch black down there" he tried to reassure Hoseok again. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he nodded, uncrossing his arms. 

"Let's hope he doesn't go too crazy down there, we'll have to get him out soon." He continued, "Oh, by the way, Jackson called. He said yes to the deal." Hoseok 

"Good. We will prepare the creature for transport soon".  

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It was a busy day. 

You sat off to the side as Jimin stood in his wetsuit on the platform of the dolphin's tank. He had a big smile stretched across his face as he instructed the dolphins while the crowd watched from the bleachers. With every flick of his hand, the dolphins would jump up in the air and the echoes of cheering would fill the small arena. You had a bucket of fish with you and you watched as each dolphin would come up to you after doing a trick. You sat on the side of the tank, you were visible to the public eye, but they weren't paying attention to you. It was sad really, you knew what went on in aquariums. How ironic that you want to be free yourself when working at an establishment that rejects freedom. You looked at the next dolphin that swam your way, it seemed weaker than the others. You went closer to the tank and sat on the edge. It slowly swam up to you, it was at that very moment that you saw a gash stretched out on its back. It wasn't bleeding, and you could easily see that it’s been there for a while.

You looked up at Jimin in worry although he didn't take notice. He held the microphone as he catered to the audience. You looked back at the dolphin and reached a fish from the bucket. Perhaps it was self-inflicted somehow. You heard that stuff can happen in aquariums. You watched the dolphin gently swim away, back down into the water, following the strict routine that was given to them before the show. 

After the show ended, you still couldn't get that dolphin out of your head. Its empty expression in its eyes is still burned in your mind. All the hope and optimism you once associated with dolphins was now gone. 

You stood there in the tiny tin room out the back of the aquarium near the dolphin tank, cleaning buckets of fish that were now empty. Jimin left you and went to go help another co-worker and gave you the task of cleaning out buckets that radiated the smell of decaying fish. You remember the innocent smile he gave you when he asked you for this little favour. It was your job, you couldn't say no - and he knew that. 

"Thanks, Y/N! I owe you" Jimin yelled out, waving his hand as he ran off. 

It was around 4 pm when you finished cleaning. Your body felt tired from the long day and you and Jimin were headed to the bar.

As you stepped into the food court the feeling you had before suddenly crept through your body. You shivered, and a sudden feeling of dread came upon you. It was weird, you didn't even think about the incident after it happened. Like you suddenly forgot about it. But now, as you slowly walk up towards the bar, you felt a chill encompassed around your bones. 

Jimin sat down on the stool on the bar and placed a hand under his chin. He looked up at Yoongi with a smirk, "So, how's business?". Yoongi took a glance up at the both of you and looked back down again, wiping the bar down. 

"It was pretty slow today. It was weird, I expected more people to come" Yoongi said quietly. You sat down next to Jimin and crossed your arms over the bar, letting your head rest gently on your arms. 

"Hey, I just cleaned that" Yoongi looked over at you but after the day you had, you couldn't care less. You replied with a monotone "sorry" but stayed in your current position. He could tell that you were tired and surprisingly enough, he didn't push it. 

"So, you remember that key I gave to you right? The one I found?" Jimin straightened up at Yoongi's words and looked over at you for a split second. 

"Yeah I remember, what about it?" Yoongi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I need it back" Jimin looked confused, "but I thought you found it, that it had no meaning to you. That's why you gave it to me in the first place"

Yoongi sighed, "To be honest it was actually Hoseok's. I was curious to know what it's for, so I gave it to you. I didn't realise you wouldn't tell me after you found out. Still, after all these years, you haven't told me! To think, I was the one who gave you the key in the first place". Yoongi grabbed a glass from under the bar and shoved some ice in it before filling it up with apple juice. He passed it to you as if to tell you that he still remembers that you're here.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you gave me the key because you were too lazy to figure it out on your own". 

"The point is, I need it. Where is it?" Yoongi looked somewhat anxious as he wiped down the bar for the third time. 

Jimin shrugs, reaching his arm over to take your drink from the table that you haven't touched.

It’s too sweet. He sipped it casually and looked over at you before landing his eyes towards Yoongi again. "I don't know, I threw it away, I found no use for it". 

Yoongi crossed his arms frowned, "that's bullshit, you are lying, and you know it, you've always been a bad liar". Yoongi then looks at you, your arms still crossed as you lay your head there, if they didn't know any better, they would have assumed you were asleep. Except you laid there, silently listening. 

Jimin then also frowns, "look I don't know what to tell you, it's been years since you gave me that thing. The truth is, I lost it." Jimin looks up at Yoongi but Yoongi scoffs. 

"So, you threw it away or lost it? Come on Jimin, just give it to me, I know you have it". Yoongi looked right through Jimin's eyes, you looked over at both of them, you could tell there was tension in the air. 

Jimin was silent and Yoongi sighed grabbing the drink that you obviously weren’t going to finish and pouring it into the sink before placing the glass in the dishwasher under the bar. 

Yoongi spoke quietly but you could tell that his words held a lot of weight, "Promise me". 

Jimin looked up, "I don't get why you are so obsessed with this key, I don't even have it!" 

"Promise me that you don't have it" Yoongi looked at him, his facial expression was the look of hurt more than anything. You could tell that there was more to this than what Yoongi was letting on. You sat there next to them, waiting for Jimin to spill the beans about giving the key to you.

Jimin was hesitant for a second before strongly responding, "I promise I don't have it." Yoongi stood there silent before nodding, mumbling a soft "sorry" under his lips before going back to cleaning the bar, even though he already finished. 

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"I can't believe you lied for me," You spoke as you walked around the dolphin tank outside, Jimin walking beside you.

"I didn't lie. I don't have it. You do." Jimin smiled at you brightly, although you could tell that something was bothering him. You both kept walking before Jimin looked at his watch, "I'm sorry I got to go, feel free to stay here as long as you want, Namjoon doesn't mind us staying after hours. Although you do realise our shift ended an hour ago, right?" Jimin smiled brightly as he looked down at you, his eyes shining in the moonlight. 

You chuckled, "Yes I knew, I just like your company. Thanks for being there for me. I haven't known you long, but you made me feel comfortable on my first day" You smiled, it seemed like you and Jimin were going to become really good friends. 

"I'll always be here Y/N... Anyways I'll see you at work tomorrow yeah? Have a nice night" Jimin waved goodbye and walked away. 

You sighed, reaching for the key from your pocket. 

"Might as well check it out while I still can?" You thought. 

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It was late, really late and you found yourself questioning Jimin's earlier statement about being allowed here after hours. You wandered through the halls of the aquarium, following the directions Jimin and Taehyung showed you last time, careful not to make any loud noises to gain any attention. 

The halls were cold, and you could hear were the sounds of your heels tapping against the hard floor. While walking, you felt your chest become heavy, looking around you started to hear weird sounds coming from the walls. You shrugged it off however, you've been in aquariums long enough to know that it could be anything and that it's never completely quiet. 

Finally reaching your destination you head down the metal steps. You've never been to this part of the building apart from when Jimin and Taehyung took you, you suppose it's for private personnel only. Continuing down the steps you reach the door to the moonpool, the sounds of water can be heard dripping and sloshing from behind. Inserting the keys and turning the metal handle you slowly walked inside. It was darker than the last time you saw it. What was surprising was the glow worms on the roof of the moonpool illuminating the moonpool and stone walls that surrounded it. You didn't see them during the day. They were beautiful.

Walking along the gravel towards the moonpool, you took off shoes your socks and placed your backpack next to the moonpool. You sat on the edge, dipping your legs in as you rolled up your pants, so they don't get wet. You closed your eyes, feeling the water reach up to your kneecaps. The water was lukewarm, and the smell of sea salt radiating off of it. 

What a long day. 

If you were being honest, all of this was too much for you. You never thought you would say this, but you miss home. You miss Marina's cooking and weirdly enough, you miss your mother. She hasn't called, even texted since you left. You felt like you thought this would be different, the people here are nice but every so often you get reminded about the flaws of this world, the treatment of animals, – the dolphin – the uneasiness you felt about Julie and her intentions. Even Jimin and Yoongi, you didn’t want to cause a fight between them because of some stupid key.

The water had suddenly started to turn cold, starting from your feet you feel a rush of icy water spread to your knees, eliminating any prior warmth you felt. The dripping stopped, the sloshing of the water halted. You opened your eyes curiously to see a figure from the other side of the moonpool staring right at you. You looked right in its eyes. Time stopped, and you could barely see anything else but the wide golden piercing gaze of the creature. You sat there frozen in place. You don't know how long you stayed like this for, but it took a while to realise what was happening. It didn't say a word, but you could tell by its knowing facial expression that it somehow knows who you are. Looking down in the now murky water you could see an outline of a human’s body, his muscles and broad shoulders prominent underneath the dark blue scales that stretched over its torso. You continued to examine the long outline of a tale - a big tale at that - with the front looking slimy however you could guess that the back of the tale was sharp enough to cut through any piece of flesh that it would encounter. One aspect of the creature that seemed almost beautiful were some parts of his scales that were brighter than others, acting as a highlighter around his cheekbones and arms. 

You didn't want to make any sudden movements, frightened that the creature would drag you under. Eat you. Kill you. You decided that it was now or never and spoke quietly under your breath, looking back up at its eyes that never left yours. "Hi, my name is Y/N". Your breath was shaky, and your lips were dry. 

"It probably can't even understand you," You thought to yourself. 

The creature stopped staring into your eyes and lowered its focus to your legs that were swaying in the water. You shivered, the cold air getting to you. Goosebumps appeared on your legs and arms and you could have sworn you sore the remnant of a smirk that appeared on its lips. 

You suddenly had an idea. 

Carefully, you looked up at the creature, "I'm just going to grab something out from my backpack, okay?" Slowly you stretched your arm out towards your backpack while maintaining eye contact with the creature. The creature stayed still, however you knocked something metal in your bag and it made a loud noise that echoed throughout the moonpool. The creature’s facial expression turned darker and it went full force towards you, grabbing your calves as it didn't let you go. It was close to your face, its golden eyes peering into yours as you could feel its grip and claws on your legs tighten, its body between your thighs leaning in on you. You breathed in slowly, feeling almost petrified, but somehow you knew the creature didn't mean any harm. It looked over at your hand that was inside your backpack. You waited a few seconds before slowly, lifting your hand out of the bag, to reveal a container of prawns that was meant to be your lunch today. 

The creature's grip loosened from your calves as it watched you open the container, taking a prawn before slowly reaching over to the creature's lips. One of its hands let go of your calf as it held your hand, guiding it towards its lips before it opened its mouth biting the prawns head off. You looked at the creature, a little startled. Its teeth were sharper than a normal human, like razors. In fact, you looked closely at the details of the creature's face, noticing the similarities to that of a human. Everything was the same except for the scales on the sides of his face, neck and on his cheekbones. The outline of his eyes was darker though, making his golden eyes brighter than usual. It had brown locks of hair, wet but you could see it was starting to dry. He resembled a male in his 20s.

He finished the prawn quickly and looked back at the container, wanting more. You spoke softly, "have more if you would like". 

He looked down at your hand and then back up at you as if it was asking you to feed him again. His grip on one of your calves was softer and you could feel his thumb running circles over your calf. You grabbed another prawn, reaching over to his lips as he was careful not to cut your fingers with his teeth as he ate the prawn. 

You sat there, feeding him the rest as he grew more comfortable around you. His hand reached out of the water towards the gravel next to your thigh as he spelled out the words "Jungkook" on the gravel. 

"Jungkook?" You questioned, "is that your name?". Jungkook looked up at you before placing his hand on your thigh. 

"Yes", he answered. Your eyes widen in shock, you didn't think he could understand you. You frowned and asked him curiously, "could you understand me this whole time?". 

He smirked slightly, "I'm not the best at this human language but yes, yes I could" He looked up at you, his eyes shining. You frowned, feeling a little messed around with since he could have at least answered you the many times you spoke to him. But then again you understood, he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. 

His grip on your calf and thigh tightened as he started to pull you in the water. You freaked, holding on to the edge of the moonpool. "Wait, wait, wait! I can't get these clothes wet and I uhh, have to get going soon..." Jungkook frowned but stopped pulling. He let go of you. 

"Promise me you'll come back?" He looked at you with a sad expression, lowering himself in the water. 

You looked down at him as you took your legs out of the water and grabbed your bag with your shoes and socks.

"I promise"

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AN: I know I haven’t updated, but I do really wanna update more. I feel like this chapter was a good one, give me some feedback? :)

tags:  @mjlock​

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