#beloved leaf boy

[nylwnder]

timeline cleanse of my baes

#got the dilfs at the top 😛😛😛 and the menaces at the bottom 😽😽😽 #but the way we’ve been DEPRIVED of seeing brodie fucking serve with his game day drip #bless whoever made that powerful decision that the world needed to see it #the swedes lowkey matching <3333 #did jt lose his backpack?? oh no sir </3 #and bunts. my beloved bunts. just radiating pure happiness. #toronto maple leafs #loml #william nylander #my lil swedish baby! #rasmus sandin #my greasy rat boy <3 #michael bunting #tj brodie #i believe in jt dilf supremacy #john tavares

[redlips-greensleeves]

Didn’t expect my Maraich post to get so much traction…glad to see that the Patalliro fandom is still kicking here

#Leafs Lilting #maraich juschenfe #MY BELOVED BOY #patalliro

[suzufield]

me: I HATE THE LEAFS 🤬🤬🤬 pinterest: 🤭🤭

#it's ok. Im only morally against the leafs. mexican boy with big nose my beloved.

[nyyrami]

LOVING HIM WAS HARD . . .

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. he was your lover. the one you were meant to cherish in your heart but work and duty have taken them away from you and your left to sleep in a cold bed almost every night. maybe staying with them isn’t the right decision after all.

ᡣ𐭩 tags. ayato x reader, xiao x reader, kazuha x reader, neuvillette x reader. angst. little bit of fluff. reader leavesً forever. or sometimes the boy.

ᡣ𐭩 a/n . genshin angst is the best angst so of course I had to do it.!!! this trope is so sad and im a sucker for sadness. if you enjoyed a like or reblog would greatly be appreciated. NOT PROOFREAD.

AYATO of this one thing you were certain, you loved ayato with your whole heart. not because he was the head of the kamisato clan, nor because he was the older brother of your beloved friend ayaka. but because he never failed to make you smile. never failed to cause that light feeling in your chest or made the tips of your ears go red and your stomach flutter.

your silly crush on him grew to be something more than you could ever imagine, and before you knew it you’d fallen in love. it seemed you weren’t the only one. ayato had confessed after a night at the uyuu restaurant. of course you’d proclaimed your love for him too. when would you ever pass up the offer? only now you wished he’d given you a warning beforehand. that loving him would come with the price of barely seeing him. touching him, speaking to him even. many days you slept on an empty cold bed. and many days you awoke to no one beside you. it became such a daily occurrence you’d forgotten the last time you’d even slept beside him. nonetheless felt his hands upon your skin. his touch was a fleeting dream. one you tried so hard to hold onto but whenever you seemed to grasp it, it slid away like sand through your palm.

so you did the most reasonable thing. you let him go.

XIAO was a warrior. he had a warrior heart and he fought like one. it was expected of the adepti. he was a protector and fought monsters so it was only cliche that you’d met him when he was fighting one. you couldn’t take you eyes off him. the way he moved with grace with his polearm. as if he and the weapon were like one. enemies were felled in his quack and you realised why he was called the conqueror of demons.

it was only when you were caught watching him did he finally acknowledge you. he was kind and thoughtful and always had something smart to say. maybe that was why you fell for him. it was inevitable really. xiao was a beauty like none other and maybe you were attracted to that, his foreignness.

that was also the reason why you were so incompatible. xiao was a fighter. he vanquished demons and any foe alike. he was needed everywhere, all the time. you were just a human. you were like the stone, you stood in one place , never moving. but he was like the wind, everywhere but also nowhere. he was a soft breeze on an afternoon that you’d try to follow, but it was too quick. too changing for you to hold on.

maybe that was why you left too.

KAZUHA was freedom. he was the wind that blew in from the sea, bringing the promise of rain. he was like a leaf on a phantom wind. it’s course ever changing. that was how you’d met him. on the docks of inazuma. you we’re working at a stall for you father. bored out of your wits. that was when you’d caught the first glimpse of him. blonde hair with a dashing streak of red. when you locked eyes and he made his way to you. you could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears. love was not an unfamiliar feeling to you it was one you’d never experienced and been given fro your parents, your friends. but this time it was different.

you’d hit it off immediately. your love of poetry binding you. you spent hours, listening to his stories of his adventures. he’d tell you stories of his companions he’d traveled with. and also of the ones he’d lost. he even told you of the one he’d lost to the raiden shogun. maybe that was your first telling. kazuha lived his life on his tip toes. the thrill of adventure kept him moving. you were such a stark contrast to him. you wanted the peaceful quiet life. it wasn’t all that surprising when you were at the docks once again, at the end of summer, watching as his ship sailed off into the distance. it wasn’t all that surprising when you realised he hadn’t given you a goodbye.

NEUVILLETTE was a bringer of justice. he was a judge of fontaine and throughout his various trials, his decree was usually the end point for whoever was on the receiving end. he wasnt happy about some of the outcomes, but his personal feelings were supposed to be detached from the case. he’d done that centuries ago when he took up the role.

you’d met him at the court house. filing some papers for the latest convict. you didn’t like the outcome of the previous trial. you seemed it unfair. but what could you do? your complaints would do nothing to save them so you sucked up your feelings and moved on with your day but the sadness for them always re-emerged when you were doing your work.

you couldn’t look at neuvillette the same either. you knew not to blame him. of course you did. you knew the law was not his word. that if his judgments were from the heart they would be much more different. but how could you remove the judge from the man for whenever you saw him you were reminded of the harsh iudex of fontaine. it came to no shock to him when you never returned to the courthouse again. he’d seen the forlorn look in your eye whenever you saw him, it was hard not to.

©SATURVUE 24 do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work. thank you. if you enjoyed, a like or a reblog would be greatly appreciated!!!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact imagines #ayato x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #Neuvillette x reader #gojo angst #neuvilette genshin

[microwaiver]

källy in goal!!!

#at least something good is coming out of this #my beloved boy #leafs lb

[steveshairychest]

Steve and Robin have been working at the plant nursery for months. It was the only job that would hire them both, and it's honestly been the best job they've had.

Steve loves taking care of the plants, loves the way the outdoor plants wave at him in the wind and sparkle in the sunlight after he's watered them. No one gives him weird looks when he talks to the plants because everyone that comes in understands, they're all plant people too, they know talking to plants is hard to resist. Steve loves that they are very good listeners, especially the ferns in the back corner of the nursery. They brush their long arms against Steve's cheek and make him feel so much better after he's finished dumping all his problems on the poor plant.

And then they get a new employee, a guy with long curly hair and too many tattoos and piercings for Steve to count. His name is Eddie. And he does not have a green thumb. Not at all.

Steve can't understand why the nursery hired this guy! He's hopeless!

Steve watches in horror from behind his beloved ferns as Eddie accidentally chops the head off one of the gorgeous rose blooms while pruning and then tries to hide the evidence. He walks away from the rose bush with the poor chopped off bloom clenched tightly in his fist and then he dumps it in the compost bin.

Steve spends the rest of the afternoon glaring at the new guy while talking to the poor rose bush. Eddie flushes a shade of red similar to the rose he murdered any time Steve looks at him, and Steve hates how pretty he looks, hates that it causes a small smile to pull at his lips.

And then Eddie drops a watering can on a peace lily, a peace lily that Steve spent weeks nurturing back to life and the spell Eddie put on him with his flushed cheeks and big, brown eyes is broken.

Robin pities the poor new guy, she can see he's struggling, so she just makes him do all the heavy lifting with her. She doesn't want him anywhere near Steve's precious plants. She saw Steve reach for his giant pruning shears a few days ago when Eddie went near his ferns.

"You know he's terrified of you." Robin says to Steve on their joint lunch break. They're sitting on a stack of soil bags watching Eddie potter around and show people the plants they're looking for. Steve will give him that, he's good with people. Really good.

"Why? I'm nice." Steve takes a bite of his sandwich and avoids Robin's stare. He knows she's giving him the 'don't bullshit me' stare and if he looks, he'll crumble and do something ridiculous like admit he has been kinda mean to the new guy and that he should have just helped him out from the start instead of threatening to chop his fingers off every time he touched Steve's plants.

Steve sighs. "OK, fine. I've been a dick." Robin nods and steals the last bite of Steve's sandwich.

"Now, make it right and play nice with the pretty boy."

"He's not pretty."

"That's not what you said to your precious ferns yesterday. I think you said –" Steve walks off before she can finish and ignores her laughter as he stalks over to where Eddie is crouched in front of the baby succulents.

Steve clears his throat to get his attention and the poor guy jumps in fright and nearly smacks a succulent off the stand. "Steve! Hi! I was just talking to them. I promise."

Steve stifles a laugh and sits down on the floor in front of the low plant stand. He gently pulls a dead leaf off one plant before offering Eddie a smile, a truce. "That's good. They like it when you talk to them. I actually sing to them when I'm here alone." His sudden gentleness must spook Eddie because he just blinks at Steve, his mouth open slightly as he stares in disbelief that Steve actually just spoke to him.

"You can sing?" Eddie sits down next to him and mirrors Steve's actions; gently pulling dead leaves off and checking the soil.

"No, I can't." He laughs. "But the plants don't seem to mind."

They sit in silence for a minute before Steve gathers up his small pile of dead leaves and stands up, Eddie follows suit. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick." Steve rushes out before he loses the courage to admit it. "It's just... you're awful with plants."

Eddie laughs, the sound catches Steve off guard and echoes around the nursery, and Steve realises in that moment that he's never heard Eddie laugh before. It's loud and beautiful and Steve wants to hear it again. Every day.

"I know. I don't have a green thumb at all, but this is the only job that would take me. I think the plants want me to quit."

Steve wanted him to quit. He'd grumbled to Robin about it nearly every day. Eddie knew that and he still stayed. He smiles at Steve in a way that says he doesn't mind, he's just teasing.

But Steve still feels like a total asshole.

"I could teach you how to look after them properly." Steve offers. "I should have offered to help weeks ago." He adds on quietly as they walk through the rows and rows of plants. Steve touches all of them gently, he grazes his fingers along their leaves in a friendly greeting.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Eddie says with a smile so bright it could rival the sun and cause all of the flowers to bloom.

They spend nearly every day at work together after that. Steve helps Eddie learn all the plants' names, their technical names and the secret names Steve's given them all. Steve shows him how to prune and shape the baby hedges and tries not to blush when their fingers touch while passing over the shears. Eddie is a fast learner. He absorbs everything Steve says and then executes it perfectly. He looks over at Steve and smiles excitedly after he successfully prunes the rose bush without chopping a single bloom off.

The more time they spend together, the more Steve becomes aware of the feeling blooming in his chest. It tickles his ribs and causes him to blush and bump shoulders with Eddie more often, causes him to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Eddie's ear and brush his hand along Eddie’s back whenever he passes him.

The new bloom in his heart causes him to kiss Eddie in the back corner of the nursery behind the ferns.

Turns out Eddie has a green thumb after all because there is something so beautiful blooming between them, and so far only the ferns know about it.

#DID ANYONE SAY OVERPROTECTIVE PLANT DAD STEVE?!!! #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4 #robin buckley #I DIDN'T PROOF READ THIS I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE

[mickyschumacher]

Hi!!! I just wanna say that I really love your writings!!! Their so good hehehe!! Can you do one a mick x wolff!reader?? Maybe one where toto sets them up cause he is tired of seeing them make heart eyes at each other and not making a move HHHH. Thank you lovie!!🤍

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: love at times is shy and oblivious. like you and mick. but sometimes all you need is a father and a plan (with some backups!).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+? (suggestive), fluff, poor humour as guaranteed, (loosely) based on the movie 'set it up', no sense of a motorhome ♡︎, mention of christian horner :(, possibly cringe, basically childhood friends to lovers trope, reader is lowkey a menace, confessions are made, toto in line for best dad award?, google translated german :0, a mess in general!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mick schumacher x wolff!fem!reader, joão felix x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: okay so i've been waiting for a good mick plot but nothing was coming to mind but this! this screams mick! thank you so much for your praise. hope i do them justice with this although the plot holes are there!!

𝐏.𝐒: i'm curious on how people envision themselves as wolff, horner, vettle readers, etc. if you're coloured like me, do you pretend to be adopted or from a previous relationship if it isn't specified? 😭 i mean the explanation has to be viable lmao. maybe you just don't imagine?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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There were certain values a Wolff had. Those that were just innate.

A Wolff, more often than not, was a leader, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking, and embedded with dad jokes. Additionally, when a Wolff wanted something, they would do whatever to get it. They didn't leave any leaf unturned, they made the rounds and the effort.

It didn't make sense. You had all of those values. Yet, every time you joined the Mercedes garage, your father, Toto, found himself questioning everything.

Take now for example. He was in the beloved Mercedes garage, sat next to the best reserve driver he had ever chosen, Mick.

Parents tend to be protective of their children before they're even born. And it only amplifies after they're born. From which strangers you meet, the roads you cross, the seatbelt you have to wear to the clothes you wear, the suspiciously high phone bill and your romantic endeavours. A father's protection for his little girl was a tad bit stronger than this, special in it's own way.

Toto would do anything to protect his children, especially his little girls. And if any guy was making moves on you, right in front of him, the 'dad' side of him was just waiting to come out.

But he could only do that if someone actually made a move on you. Sure there were other guys but the one sat right next to him did nothing but shyly follow you with his blue eyes and blush in your presence.

Mick was seriously frustrating Toto and his wife. The both of them had watched the German boy watch you with heart eyes ever since the both of you had first met at the Schumacher's house for dinner. You were young back then but hell, within five minutes everyone knew that Mick was a lovesick puppy.

Years had gone by with your friendship becoming stronger. Those same years involved Mick and you being stuck to each other as if you were hip-to-hip. You attended all his races and he supported you in all your academic achievements. And oblivious to you, somewhere along the road you had also become as lovesick as he was.

Toto didn't really realise how fed up he was. He didn't want to interfere. In fact, he wanted things between the both of you to happen naturally. But he just had happen to watch the entire hour and forty-five minutes of 'Set It Up' over your shoulder instead of doing his work and he just had to do something... hell, anything.

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First things first... Toto couldn't put the both of you in an elevator. At least not yet. You knew each other while the two bosses in 'Set It Up' didn't, so it didn't make much sense. You probably would never even get to the topic of your feelings. Not without a physical icebreaker of sorts.

Toto needed someone and George Russell just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"George, my boy!" Toto chorused, beckoning the British driver towards him. He slung his arm over George's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. "Do you mind doing me a favour?"

George nodded without too much thought. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"If you see Mick and Y/N go towards an elevator, stop them and tell Y/N that a guy asked for her number, uh, who was that footballer... ah yes, João Félix, him... he did ask her yesterday right?" Toto looked over at George.

"Uh, yeah. Before you dragged her away... listen, Toto, I'm not sure I can do what you asking me to. I thought none of us were going to mess with whatever's going on between them?"

"You're young, George. One day you'll realise what 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' means. So..." Toto trailed off, eagerly looking for an answer before spotting the hesitant expression on the British driver's face. "Can I pay you do the favour?"

George blankly looked at his boss. "I'm on your payroll, Toto. You already pay me. That also sounds like extortion and bribery."

Toto's eye twitched as an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. He stared at George heavily before giving in. "Fine. You'll be out before Lewis for this week's quali."

The corner of George's mouth teetered up, working to a small grin. "Extortion and bribery... it sounds cool," He said with a nonchalant shrug.

Toto shook his head to himself. "You can try and be less British, George. Just because your ancestors colonised doesn't mean you need to take the same behaviour," He patted his shoulder before leaving, feeling George's confused expression bore into the back of his head.

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Toto was a great man. But today was one of those days where George really did question him. Part of him was praying that he didn't see you and Mick head to an elevator. The scenario was so specific that well... the probability was low.

There was no way he was going to see it happen. Not even 30 minutes after he had this conversation and he had just grabbed a coffee and was now heading to Alex...

But the peak of that blonde hair and the familiar shine of your signature glasses caught George's eye. Christ.

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the both of you as you waited for the elevator to go up the Mercedes' motorhome.

First in quali. Come on, George. You got this!

"Hey guys," George greeted the both of you.

You and Mick turned to him and smiled. "Hey George. How's it going? Ready for practice?"

George nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks. Uh, I was just wondering about yesterday... João? Since Toto dragged you away before you could do anything but he was just wondering if you would still consider giving him your number."

George pressed his lips, seeing Mick's eyes narrow from his peripheral vision. God how had the both of you not gotten together yet?

"I didn't know João asked you that?" Mick looked at you with questioning eyes.

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat slightly. You weren't sure why Mick's interest was to intriguing to you all of a sudden. You pursed your lips, looking to George. "Oh? I didn't know you knew João like that."

"I... don't. It's... Kika! Kika knows him... you know... Portugal things," He laughed awkwardly, giving a helpless shrug.

"Right..." You nodded slowly. "Uh, I don't know. I mean was considering it, I guess."

"You were?" George and Mick spluttered out in unison.

Your eyes widened at their reaction. "I mean, yeah... kinda?" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

George could see the German driver's head racing a hundred miles per hour. It was time to get out of this mess.

"Okay, well, if you consider it, you could probably DM him on Instagram. Don't ask Kika!" George quickly said. "I mean... you know, she gets very excited to play cupid... anyways, I have to get back to Dudley, but let me know how it goes!"

You and Mick waved goodbye, heading onto the elevator after what felt like forever.

As the doors closed, you looked over at your thought-consumed best friend. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr Schumacher?" You humoured.

Mick briefly smiled before returning to his brooding state. He folded his arms, leaned on the wall of the elevator and stared at you.

Your mouth felt dry and yet you were drowning in your own saliva. There were certain things that weren't healthy for humans: too much sugar, high cholesterol foods, and apparently air-drying your hair. And then there was too much Mick.

The folded arms and his stupid shirt brought your eyes to the muscles you had so desperately been avoiding after Mick had started to work out even more in the past year.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of another topic of discussion.

In your pondering, Mick opened his mouth. "I don't think you should give João your number," He said, bringing his hands to his side, discreetly allowing the fabric of his shorts to soak up his clammy hands.

Your eyes flickered towards his face. You raised brow. "What? Why?" You asked, feeling an uneasy ache gnaw at your chest.

"I..." Mick started, "I mean what if he's a bad guy? You know... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Your heart dropped. You felt like an deflating balloon: all blown up, only to be taken down. You mustered a soft smile. "I mean, you can't protect me forever Mick. What are you going to do? Vet the guy on the day of my wedding," You joked.

Mick frowned at your response. The image of you marrying someone that wasn't him was disheartening.

"I won't need to if you get married to someone you know," He shrugged. "You don't know João. You know me."

Oh?

Oh.

You almost did a double-take on your best friend. Did he know what words were falling from his lips. "So what? He's kinda cute. And a five-star FIFA player. I could take the risk. And eventually, I would know him... since that's how relationships work... communication and all," You defended the footballer.

Mick stared at you for a few seconds before blinking out of his short trance. "Right..." He said sharply, pushing himself off of the wall as the elevator opened. He struck out his arm, holding back the door. "You go on. I just remembered I need to talk to Toto."

You flickered your eyes to Mick, trying to read his face. "That's fine, we can go togeth–"

"No," Mick interjected, "it's... it's okay."

Upon the slight widening of your eyes and the startled expression lingering on your face, Mick's innate action was to internally wince. "I'll join you soon. Don't worry. I bring your favourite pastry on the way back, hmm?"

You nodded silently, taking a step out of the elevator and headed towards the lounge with a troubled feeling nagging at your head.

Had you struck a nerve?

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Toto couldn't tell what he had done wrong. You and Mick were fine this morning. But after he had told George to push things along between the both of you, a sense of distance radiated off of you.

And George still got out before Lewis for the first quali. Goddamn it.

When Toto raised an eyebrow at you after Mick had slightly brushed you off to talk to Bono, you simply shrugged helplessly.

That night Toto did not get a wink of sleep. Instead, he stared at this hotel ceiling with a twitching eye.

There was nothing he couldn't fix. Whatever was going on between you and Mick right now was just a small bump in the road.

The solution?

A baseball game.

Unfortunately for Toto, baseball wasn't that popular in Brazil. But that didn't mean they didn't do them.

The plan was going perfectly. Toto had offered a 'family day' and gotten you and Mick to join him and Susie to attend a local baseball match between some of university teams. Toto made sure you and Mick were sitting behind him so you had all the privacy you needed. As a dad, he shouldn't be that happy about kiss-cam, let alone bribing the camera operators with the help of Pierre and Kika. But he wanted peace and he was going to get it.

But nothing was easy in life. And Toto could not have predicted this in a million years.

As everyone waited for the game to start, Toto timidly turned his head. He caught the brown eyes of the five-star FIFA player. Giving him a hesitant smile, he averted his own eyes back to the field, cursing himself under his breath. "Scheiße," He muttered through his clenched teeth. Shit.

The tension in the air was thick, to say the least. You sat between João and Mick with blank expression.

João, who was in town for the F1 race, decided to stay back to support a friend in the match. Obviously.

When the footballer on your right extended his hand to Mick, you sucked in a sharp breath. You heavily eyed the firmest handshake you had seen in your life. Letting out a nervous laugh, you sat down before the gesture turned into hardcore glaring.

Still, there was the hope of this kiss-cam.

Toto waited with little patience, hearing João crack jokes in Portuguese that actually made you laugh while Mick took deeper breaths.

It felt like life itself had been poured into Toto once the kiss-cam started on the public. This mattered to him more than whoever was going to win this match.

Toto's face dropped as the camera fell on you.

Your mother pointed at the camera with a gleeful exclamation. Your eyes moved to the screen, widening when you saw yourself and the man next to you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Toto exasperated quietly.

You turned your head to the right, meeting the equally shocked brown eyes.

"In what way does he look like 'a blonde boy with the face of the greatest racer in F1 history'?" Toto said into his hands, shaking his head slowly.

Mick looked blankly at you and João on the screen before turning to you. He watched you shake your head softly, smiling awkwardly at the camera as the crowd urged you to kiss.

"Oh mein Gott," You murmured to yourself, eyes darting around in panic. Oh my God.

Suddenly, you felt Mick lean in, his fingers sliding under your chin and resting on your cheek. He turned your head slightly towards him.

Your eyes widened upon meeting his baby blues, feeling unnerving giddiness swarm you. You hoped your face screamed, "What are you doing?!"

All Mick did give a small smile, bringing his lips towards you.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, bracing yourself whatever was about to happen. All you could hope for was that this was all a dream of some sort. Maybe you fell asleep in the car?

You skin flushed at the feel of Mick's soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling him linger for a second longer before pulling back.

What on earth?

You weren't sure if you were breathing as you felt his hand move to your leg, covering your hand and giving it a small squeeze. You moved your eyes to the screen. Mick looked unbothered while the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. You, on the other hand, looked flushed.

And Toto?

The urge to run around with his hands flailing in the air was strong.

This was a home run, for crying out loud!

Whoever said jealousy was a disease... thank you!

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"Liebling, du solltest jetzt rauskommen," Your mother said to you through the bathroom stall you had been hiding in for the past five minutes. Darling, you should come out now.

You winced as you banged your head against the wall of the stall. You sighed. "I don't think I can. Do you think you can convince the staff the bring a bed? Maybe some food?"

Your mother snorted. "What are you going to do? Live here?"

"Ja. War das nicht offensichtlich?" You retorted, eyes screwing themselves shut after replaying the kiss in your head for the umpteenth time. Yes. Was that not obvious?

Susie sighed, awkwardly smiling at a woman leaving the bathroom. "Y/N... it's Mick. You can't ignore him forever. How long do you think it will truly take for Mick and your father to storm in here after not seeing you for so long?"

You sighed at your mother's response. She was. As always.

The last thing you needed was a headline on ESPN: Toto Wolff and Mick Schumacher caught barging into a women's bathroom.

Christian would have a field day!

You shuddered at the thought.

Susie's ears perked up at your grumble as you fumbled with the lock of the stall. She sported an amused smile at the blank look you gave her.

Slinging an arm around you, she rubbed your shoulder. "Come on, liebling. You got this."

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"Oh thank God!" Toto exclaimed after seeing you and your mother come out of the bathroom. "You took forever!"

You narrowed your eyes at your father, avoiding the lingering eyes of a certain German boy. "Maybe next time you shouldn't feed me a hotdog at a baseball game, right?" You pressed with a raised brow.

"Hmm?" Toto mended his brows before nodding profusely. "Right! Right! Yes... that was my bad. Poor thing... you know, Mick, with Y/N being sick and all, I think you should drop her to the hotel. Me and Susie still have a date to go on!"

You and your mother looked at Toto increduolously.

"We do?"

"You do?"

Toto nodded, grabbing your mother's hand. "Yes! Okay, see you two! Tschüss!" Bye!

With a jaw-dropping expression, you watched your parents leave with a twitching eye.

You heard Mick clear his throat.

Slowly, you turned around with a small smile. Fiddling with your fingers, "So..."

Mick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small tinge of pink dancing across his cheeks. "The hotel?" He asked, swinging his keys around the his index finger.

Silently, you both walked out of the stadium and towards the car park.

You furrowed your brows upon seeing the orange and pink laden sky. "What the heck? How is the sun already setting?"

"I mean... you were in there for a long time," Mick shrugged.

The crisp summer evening breeze glided past your flushed skin. Your body winced at the paining silence ensuing between the both of you. You let out a small exhale. "Uh, with the thing before–"

"Yeah?" Mick eagerly turned his body towards you, on edge.

You cleared your throat at the anxious expression Mick sported. "You sighed. "Uh, that was to like... save me, right? Aus Verlegenheit? Danke für das." From embarrassment? Thank you for that.

Mick mended his eyebrows. "Verlegenheit? No. I... that was so you didn't kiss João."

You laughed nervously. "Right! So I didn't have to kiss João."

"No. So you didn't kiss João. There's a difference," Mick pointed out, eyeing your expression carefully.

Your eyes widened at his suddenly soft gaze. You looked up at the sky, hoping the breeze would cool the wave of warmth swirling around you. "That's... that's what I said," You shrugged.

Mick stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead of the sky. "Why do you do that?" Mick asked.

"Do what?" You responded.

"I mean... I–just why do you have such a hard time admitting that I like you?"

You wish you had something to say. Anything. But it was as if the ability to speak had been seized from your throat entirely.

"I mean I know I don't make it obvious. I just thought we had some sort of understanding... you know... the one without words?"

You looked up into his hopeful eyes. Entranced, you leaned in towards him. Your fingers danced across his cheek just the way he had done not so long ago. You watched his eyes close at the feel of your touch, making your heart thud against your chest.

Inching closer, your thumb gently swiped over his lips, feeling his faltering exhale warm the pad of your thumb. "So pretty," You whispered to yourself, eyeing his face.

Mick wasn't sure whether you were talking about him or his lips but he didn't care.

You shuddered, feeling Mick's hand slide around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Without waiting a second longer, you pressed your lips to his.

Mick's lips were softer than you had imagined, warm to the touch. Your stomach churned upon feeling his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, rubbing tingling circles on your hot skin.

You hear an unrecognisable breathy gasp fall from your lips. The hair on your body stood straight as goosebumps littered your skin. All because of Mick.

Mick took advantage of the moment, darting his tongue to explore your mouth. He groaned against your lips, pushing your hips even closer to him, feeling the hard outline of his bulge rub against your pelvis.

Fuck.

You were going to combust at this rate.

Mick trembled in your grasp as your hands wandered his taut torso, lingering closely to his v-line.

He pulled away with an indescribable urgency, staring at you with small pants falling from his lips. He held your face with his hand, thumb gliding across your swollen lips. "We can't–" He sighed out, voice hoarse, "No more. Please."

Your thighs clenched at his plea, eyes falling down to his prominent bulge. You were sure he was in a lot of pain right now. The sexual tension between you to had been pent up for years now.

Your tongue darted out, swiping over his thumb briefly before faintly sucking on it. You looked up at Mick. "You're right, we shouldn't," You nonchalantly told him.

Mick's blue eyes danced with a tortured pain, following your tongue carefully. "We... fuck, Y/N," He complained, feeling impossibly tight in his pants.

"We fuck? Direct much?" You teased, removing your lips from his thumb.

Mick stared at you, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I was saying... we should do this properly. Not in some parking lot."

"Why not? Car sex is hot. Just imagine!" You urged, amused by the conflict in Mick's eyes.

Imagine he did.

You and him in his God forbidden Mercedes... him making sure every inch of his car was stained with you...

Mick sucked in a sharp breath. "Nope. Come on. Hotel."

You gasped humorously. "In a hotel? Mick Schumacher! Well I never!"

Before you knew it, Mick had whisked you into his arms and into his car, hoping he was not breaking Brazil's speed limits tonight.

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(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker

*Banner by my love @persphonesorchid

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.

Word Count: 12,353

Warnings: Smut

AN: This is the penultimate installment of the Autumn Leaves Collab, which is hilariously the reason I even made a Tumblr. We have one cute autumn-themed fic for each of our beloved boys by some seriously fantastic writers, so please go and check them out! Hope you all enjoy :)

~~~~~

(Right) Hook

It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were a gorgeous blend of crimson and gold, the temperature was brisk but not freezing, and the sun was kissing the horizon, setting the entire sky aflame in a blaze of unadulterated glory.

You couldn't have asked for a better day to be backstabbed by your friends. In fact, you didn't have any friends. Just terrible people who promised you donuts and cider and then turned around and forced you into a haunted corn maze.

Your best friend had laughed herself to tears watching your expression change when you caught sight of the sign and realization dawned upon your stupid, trusting brain.

"You betrayed me!" you screeched. Mijin dug the knife in deeper by cackling like the evil witch she was.

"It's your own fault for not looking up the name of this place beforehand," she snickered, wiping her eyes dramatically. You huffed and crossed your arms, sinking into your seat with no intention of getting out. They could drag your cold dead body from the car if they wanted to go into the maze.

"I'll pay for your donuts."

"... Okay."

~~~~~

"FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS!" you screeched, sprinting away from the terrifying clown that had leapt out at your group. Your friends doubled over laughing as you sped off, eager to put distance between you and the most recent jump scare.

In fact, you had been a little too eager to escape, and after a couple twists and turns you realized you were lost. Alone. In a creepy corn maze. While the sun was going down and probably also laughing at your idiocy. Fuck.

For a few slow, spooky moments, you struggled between your pride and your sanity. Should you call Meej and ask her to find you, and deal with even worse teasing later? Or should you just woman up and get through this maze to keep the last remaining shreds of your dignity intact? Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Well, that decided that. You weren't gonna go crawling back to her now. They would find your cold, dead corpse in the morning and she would cry at your funeral and you would sneer at the asshole from your new home in hell. If this wasn't already it.

Meej

LMAO DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PANIC LOSE YOURSELF

YOU MORON

LOLOLOL

The wind picked up and you jumped as the leaves of the corn stalks rustled tauntingly around you. Every little echo and noise sounded like another monster sent to get you, and a falling leaf made you jump and put your fists up for a fight. The shadows looked as if they were reaching for you with inky fingers, and you couldn't tell if your shivers were from the bite of the air or the chill in your chest.

In your head, you knew that it was all fake, that anyone coming at you was just a paid actor in makeup and costume. Unfortunately, your cowardly reflexes and adrenaline convinced your body otherwise and you crept through the maze like a very tense, jumpy mouse. You were so intent on the possible danger ahead, however, that you didn't notice someone creeping up behind you.

"Boo." You felt the barest whisper of hot breath on your ear and you froze. Then your body went on autopilot.

"NOOOOO!" you screamed as you automatically whirled to face your attacker. You weren't entirely sure what had happened, but suddenly the knuckles of your right hand were on fire and there was a collapsed zombie in front of you cradling his nose.

"Oh my fucking god," you gasped as you realized what you had done. You crouched next to the poor dude probably earning minimum wage, and rummaged around in your bag. Did you not have any tissues or napkins or anything?

"I am so sorry, are you okay? Wait that's a stupid question, your nose is bleeding, uh, fuck, shit, can I help? Oh god."

Your victim's shoulders began to shake and you panicked more - you didn't mean to make anyone cry for fuck's sake. Shit, who was the real monster here? Then you realized that he was laughing.

"Uh… zombie guy?" you asked stupidly, wondering just how hard you had hit him. He smiled widely at you. Unfortunately, combined with the costume makeup and the blood flowing from his nose, the gesture was not as reassuring as he intended it to be. You appreciated the attempt, though.

"Jungkook."

"Sorry?"

"I'm Jungkook. What's your name?"

You stared at the boy, wondering just what was going on in that head of his and just how hard you had hit him. Because you were raised to be a polite young lady and some of society's training stuck despite your attempts to fuck the patriarchy, you ended up responding automatically.

"I'm [Y/n]."

Why had you said that? Was your first name and appearance enough for him to figure out your full name and sue you? Was that why he had asked? Well too bad zombie conman, joke was on him because you were broke as shit. The safest thing would probably be for you to peace out and make yourself scarce, but you were still worried about the blood dripping from his nose.

"Um, I didn't break it, did I?" you asked timidly as Jungkook got to his feet. He offered you a hand up, which you took despite feeling like you should be the one helping him. His skin was warm despite the fact that he must have been in the maze for at least an hour already.

"I don't think so," he replied, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve and adding real blood to what was (hopefully) just fake decoration. "That was a mean right hook."

"I'm so sorry!" you blurted again, guilt filling you at his words. Wait, you weren't supposed to admit fault out loud if you were getting sued, right? You had watched that in a show somewhere.

"Nah, it was hot."

You blinked at him. Surely you hadn't heard correctly. By the way he was grinning at you - and it was not cute, considering you were now staring at a grimacing zombie covered in blood - you in fact had. This guy was not right in the head, and you began backing away slowly.

"Okay that's great!" you babbled. "I'll-see-you-around-bye!"

With that, you turned and sprinted away despite your protesting legs. You really had to start going back to the gym sometime. If you did, maybe your rusty skills would be brushed up enough for you to defend yourself from this weirdo.

~~~~~

Line

Jungkook stared after you as the moonlight illuminated your fleeing form. Your feet barely made any noise as they pounded through the dirt and leaves, and he found himself even more enamored. You hadn't even given him enough time to tell you you were heading deeper into the maze instead of towards the exit. Well actually, that was probably a good thing. He had to be out here for a bit longer and this meant that you might still be around when he got off.

"Dude, what happened?"

He turned to see Taehyung who was dressed as a creepy clown and, in his opinion, looked way scarier than any undead creature could. Because clowns were real. And they could be anywhere.

"I think I'm in love," Jungkook sighed, unable to keep himself from poking his nose despite the way it made him wince. It was sort of like wiggling a loose tooth, except in this case it was a reminder of the beautiful moment he met his future wife. He was rewarded by his friend's very unimpressed expression, only mildly obscured by the giant red nose on his face.

"With someone who physically assaulted you?" asked Taehyung, crossing his arms and somehow going from creepy clown to bitchy clown. It was amazing what his friend could do with one tilt of his hips.

"I mean I got closer than I was supposed to because she was cute. And then she punched me."

Jungkook touched his nose again with a dreamy sigh as he gazed in the direction you had run off to. What were you doing now? Were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you?

"My head rang like a bell. Like wedding bells. Our wedding bells."

Taehyung closed his eyes in resignation, knowing his friend was a goner and probably already picturing your babies sparring with each other. If he was talking about the same girl he scared away from her group earlier, she definitely was pretty enough for any of them to get a little closer than strictly necessary for scaring. He opened them again and scanned his friend just to make sure he was really fine.

"Wait, do you have a boner?"

"She had perfect form, okay?!"

~~~~~

"I fucking hate you," you groaned as you sank down onto the picnic table bench next to Mijin. After what had to have been at least half an hour (the corn maze couldn't even possibly have been that big) of what felt like constant scary clowns and zombies and evil butchers popping out at you, you had finally found the exit. And of course your friends had already escaped and were sitting and eating donuts and drinking hot cider like the assholes they were.

"Yo, what took you?" she asked unsympathetically with a mouth full of cinnamon, powdered sugar, and deep fried dough. "After that clown, no one else showed up. We got done like twenty minutes ago."

"What the hell?" you whined, unceremoniously grabbing your friend's cider and downing it, wishing it had something stronger so you could forget this evening had ever happened. It definitely wasn't because you needed the warmth - you were sweating like a pig from fear and more physical exertion than you had performed in the last month combined. Were you just cursed? Wait no, you did not want your thoughts to go there right after that horrible experience.

And because it just wouldn't quit, Mijin poked your shoulder and pointed to where a familiar looking zombie was strolling towards you in a decidedly un-shambly fashion.

"[Y/n]!" chirped the zombie - Jungkook, was it? - as he waved cheerfully in your direction. Meej raised her eyebrows as you looked behind you and then pointed to yourself in confusion, as if he could have been referring to anyone else. Suspicion began to bloom in your mind.

"Jungkook," you greeted as he came closer, ignoring the curious eyes of your friends. "Do you happen to know the reason I was constantly assaulted by horrifying creatures while my friends here made it through untouched?"

The boy grinned at you, and now that you weren't overcome with hysteria and guilt, you realized that even under his make up his eyes were large and mesmerizing. Wait no, he was a weirdo, why were you noticing how pretty his eyes were?

"Yep," he said unashamedly, his smile widening at your inadvertent pout. "I asked my friends to help."

"I said I was sorry!" you cried indignantly, crossing your arms and scowling at the reason your lifespan had been shortened by ten years. "You didn't have to torture me!"

His eyes widened in surprise, making them impossibly bigger and - dare you say it - cute.

"It wasn't for that!" he protested. "It was so I could catch you after my shift!"

"I - what?" you asked stupidly, now completely bewildered. Jungkook suddenly looked down at his feet, and his voice took on a more hesitant tone.

"I was gonna get a late dinner now, um, will you come?"

Mijin's eyes were now burning a hole into the side of your head as you resolutely pretended neither she nor the rest of your friends existed. What the fuck was going on with your life today? First you got tricked into a haunted maze and now the fucking zombie you punched was asking you on a date?

"Um, it's past midnight," you mumbled, unable to come up with any other response as your brain continued to buffer. The hopeful gleam in those large, innocent eyes did nothing to help. Neither did his adorably bashful expression.

"Okay, early breakfast. On me. Please?" he asked, voice taking on a begging quality. His lip began to jut out in a pout and even under the horrible zombie make up you noticed it was full and plump. "It's the least you can do after you punched me in the face."

At that your friends began to snicker and Meej outright snorted. You felt your own face begin to burn despite the nip in the air. And then your so-called best friend decided to punish you for ignoring her.

"Yeah, she's free," she offered, making you swivel and gape at her second betrayal of the evening. Never one to do anything by halves, she then proceeded to hammer the final nails into the coffin of your friendship. "And she has no plans tomorrow that would make her have to go home early."

"Great!" said Jungkook happily as he and Mijin ignored your indignant splutters. "Just let me get cleaned up and I'll be back here in fifteen."

He jogged away with annoyingly bouncy steps and you whirled on your Brutus.

"What the fuck?" you hissed, ire rising at the smirk on her lips. You opened your mouth to screech at her and she shoved a donut hole into it.

"He's cute," she said conversationally as you chewed hard, determined to give her a piece of your mind. You swallowed, took a deep breath to prepare for your rant, and she stuffed another one past your lips.

"There, there," she said, patting your head as you glared at her, cheeks full of delicious pastry.

"He seems like a nice guy, but keep your location sharing on and if you don't text me every half hour I'll come find you okay?" she said soothingly, patting your bulging cheek. "If it really was something nefarious he'd probably pick a girl who couldn't fight back."

You pouted and slouched in your seat as your other frienemies snickered. Fuck those NPCs. You didn't know them. They weren't even important enough to have names in this universe.

You sulked while you waited for your mysterious zombie boy. Why were you being forced on a sketchy late night date with a total stranger who liked getting punched? Meej continued to feed you donut holes, petting your head and back as if you were a baby. Unfortunately, it was actually working to chill you out because you were an easy bitch.

"Ready?"

You glanced up at the familiar voice, gasped, and immediately began choking on the powdered sugar that flew into your windpipe. Jungkook had removed the zombie make up and clothes, and while he had seemed cute, you hadn't been expecting him to be a total fucking smoke show even with a swollen nose. Fuck location sharing, you would let this guy dismember you and thank him for it. From the way Meej chortled as she handed you more cider, she knew exactly where your mind was at.

"I-uh-yeah," you said suavely, getting up and tripping over the bench as you tried to get out. He moved easily to grab you before you could land on your ass and you felt yourself pressed against a very firm, muscular body.

"You okay?"

Oh no, he was even cuter up close. You gulped and nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his large, sparkling eyes or his wide smile. His two front teeth were ever-so-slightly larger than normal, making him look like an adorably handsome bunny. Who happened to be ripped beyond belief.

A flash went off and the two of you turned to see Mijin, who was pointing her phone at the two of you. You quickly stepped away from him, wondering if your face was as red as it felt.

"Don't mind me," she said innocently, tucking it back into her bag. "Just getting a picture so if [y/n] goes missing I can give the police a lead. Jungkook, right?"

You glared at her, knowing that while it was kind of true, she probably also wanted to memorialize the stupidly dazed expression on your face. The upside was that the muscle bunny wasn't offended, which gave him points toward not being a Gen-Z Ted Bundy.

"Jeon Jungkook," he told your friend with a grin and a nod. "If that helps."

"Good boy," Meej said approvingly. "Have fun, kids."

She gave your butt a goading slap as you turned to follow Jungkook away, and when you turned to yell at her she somehow managed to throw another donut hole right into your mouth. Maybe she really was a witch.

~~~~~

As you walked towards the parking lot, it hit you that you were about to get into the car of a complete stranger. Granted he was a very attractive, nice-seeming stranger who looked to be about your age and whose full name you now knew, but still. This was what all those old stranger danger videos warned you about. The darkness of the night and the rustling of the leaves did nothing to lessen the creepiness of the atmosphere. As if coming to the same realization, Jungkook turned to you with an uncertain expression on his face.

"There's a Denny's about five minutes away from here, it's the only place still open for food," he explained, pointing his finger somewhere to the east. "You can tell your friend that's where we'll be."

"Denny's," you mused, shooting off a quick text to Meej. "You're a real romantic, Jeon Jungkook."

That bunny-like smile appeared back on his face and you felt your heart give a hop in response as the two of you began walking again. You couldn't tell if it was just because of him or also because you had eaten too many donuts.

"I also make some mean ramyun, but hopefully I'll get to show you another time."

"Hm, that's very presumptuous of you considering you're taking me to a Denny's after midnight," you teased. "Are you just that charming?"

"I hope so," he told you earnestly, the blush that rose on his cheeks doing more to endear him to you than anything else so far. You reached his car, and he gallantly - and cutely - scrambled to open the passenger door for you. When you smiled at him in thanks, he froze and stood at the door, gaping at you like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh… is everything okay?" you asked uncertainly, grin slipping off your face. Jungkook turned bright red and swallowed, shaking his head.

"Y-you're just even prettier when you smile," he stammered, before closing the door and hurrying to the driver's side. You barely heard the slam over the way your blood began to pound in your ears, and a small voice inside of you screamed that this was all way too good to be true and you were about to get murked. Another voice, one that sounded suspiciously like Meej, told it to shut the fuck up. Mijin had the unfortunate (or fortunate) habit of always being right, so you decided to listen to that one instead.

Jungkook still seemed flustered as he got into the drivers' side, which was absolutely fucking precious. It relaxed you further despite the awkward silence that descended as the two of you tried to figure out what to talk about.

"So… was that clown also your friend?" you finally asked, remembering the recurring horror that had kept you lost in the maze for so long. Jungkook grinned and nodded, though he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"Yep, that's Taehyung. Honestly I think his costume is the scariest," he confirmed, and you shuddered in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, zombies and werewolves and stuff aren't real. But clowns are, that makes it worse."

"EXACTLY! See, you get it!"

The awkwardness between you dissipated as you began to banter back and forth more comfortably, and you found yourself laughing outright more often than not. As it turned out, not only was this zombie boy a confusing mixture of sexy and adorable, but he was also funny and kind. You had a feeling you weren't going to come out of this night alive, but for entirely different reasons than you had initially expected.

The easy conversation continued through your late dinner/early breakfast, and you found yourself enjoying talking to him even more than the greasy eggs and bacon on your plate. He was just so sweet and cute, it was impossible not to like him.

As the food dwindled, you found that you didn't actually want this night to end. You realized you were growing increasingly enamored with this strange boy, but you weren't sure if he felt similarly after actually having a conversation with you.

Well, you were a strong(ish), independent(ish), woman who knew what she wanted, right? You were a twenty-first century girl! All you had to do was be brave and be the one to ask for his number!

You took one look at Jungkook's handsome face and sparkling eyes and decided no, you were not a brave, strong, independent woman. He was way too attractive for you to be able to grab life by the proverbial ovaries and just straight up ask him out. You let out an internal sigh at your own cowardice, then eyed the table where his right hand was idly drumming the edge of the forgotten menu. Do it, bitch, whispered the Mijin-voice in your brain.

Steeling yourself, you set your own hand on the table and crept it forward until it brushed against his own. He stopped talking mid-sentence and froze, then pulled his hand back as if he'd been scalded. His eyes were so wide it would have been comical if your heart wasn't currently sinking in your chest.

"Uh, I have to pee," he stammered, before bolting upright and almost running to the bathroom. You sat there, stunned and humiliated. That had actually been worse than just hearing no. What should you do now? Stay here and be awkward? Call Mijin and have her come get you?

Before you could fully make a decision, a beautiful guy who was decidedly not Jungkook plopped down into his seat. Another equally gorgeous boy sat in the empty space next to you, giving you a bright smile that squished his eyes into adorable crescents.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

~~~~~

"Why are we doing this again?" complained Jimin from the passengers' seat as Taehyung followed the car in front of them. "I'm tired, I want to go home."

"Because," said his best friend, "we all put enough effort into Kookie getting this date and he better not fuck it up."

"Wait, with that girl you told me to scare away from the exits?" he asked, suddenly interested. He sat up a little straighter in his seat. "She was super cute."

"Yep, and now I'm invested and I want to see how it goes."

They both sighed a little when they followed Jungkook's car into the Denny's parking lot. It made sense, it wasn't like there was anything else open or around, but still. Denny's? Taehyung parked far enough away that it was unlikely they'd be noticed, but when Jimin went to follow you and Jungkook inside, he tugged him over to the windows instead.

"Seriously?" he asked incredulously, staring at his friend in disbelief. "This is literally the creepiest thing we could be doing, and that's saying a lot considering where we work."

"I'm not hungry," Taehyung replied with a shrug, crouching behind a bush to hide his form from the parking lot. Jimin rolled his eyes but followed suit. When Tae got like this, it was usually better to just humor him.

"Man, she's really pretty," said Jimin, trying not to think about the fact that he was currently admiring a girl through the window of a Denny's while hiding in a bush. Surprisingly, the date actually seemed to be going well - you were laughing, Kookie was laughing, and you were smiling more often than not.

Honestly it was beginning to get boring and Jimin was feeling more and more like a stalker. And watching the two of you eat an absurd amount of eggs and bacon was starting to make his stomach grumble. He was cold, tired, hungry, and it didn't seem like things were going to get interesting any time soon.

"Can we go yet? I think he's doing fine."

As if on cue they watched as you tried to touch his hand and, in true Jungkookie fashion, their friend panicked and ran away. Taehyung gave him a pointed 'I-told-you-so' look, which Jimin ignored as he got up and dusted himself off before heading towards the restaurant doors. If Jungkook was too scared to properly flirt with a pretty girl, then his hyungs would just have to show him how it was done.

~~~~~

"Hi! I'm Jimin!"

"Uh, I'm [y/n]," you replied automatically, before cursing yourself for giving your name to a stranger for the second time that night. Should you be worried? Weird things definitely tended to happen when you sat alone at a Denny's after midnight, but they usually involved alcoholics or tweakers, not beautiful mystery men. Well, maybe they were alcoholics or druggies and it just hadn't destroyed their systems yet.

Seeing the trepidation on your face, the other boy gave you a reassuring grin that simultaneously relaxed you and made your face warm.

"I'm Taehyung. We work at the maze too. We - er - we came here to get some food, and recognized you."

A lightbulb went off in your head when he said his name and you gaped in shock. What the fuck? The creepy murder-clown was secretly also a hot guy? Was everyone that worked at that maze secretly a supermodel? They both laughed and you realized you had said the last bit aloud.

"That's really sweet of you," said Jimin, scooting a little closer to you with a twinkle in his eye. Despite the fact that he had probably been outside scaring people all night, he still smelled quite nice. "I'm not aware of that being a prerequisite, but if it is you'd definitely be a shoo-in."

You felt your face flush bright red at the compliment, but luckily you didn't need to respond because Jungkook chose that moment to return. He looked incredibly pissed, which was honestly pretty hot. And confusing. If he wasn't interested anymore, shouldn't he be relieved to have a distraction?

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked flatly, crossing his arms as he eyed the way Jimin was crowding your space. You were clearly flustered, and the way Jimin was looking at you made his jaw clench in irritation.

"We just wanted to get some food," said Jimin innocently. He smiled at you again and inched even closer, pressing his muscular thigh against yours. "But now that I'm here, I think I'm more in the mood for dessert."

Suddenly his warmth was gone and you realized that Jungkook had picked his friend up by his armpits like a dog. The effortless way he lifted him had you eyeing the stretch of his jacket across his biceps, and you recalled just how firm his body had been earlier. He deposited Jimin next to Taehyung with an uncaring thwump and sat next to you, right where his friend had been. His thigh was just as firm as Jimin's, and you felt your chest go fluttery at his proximity.

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

The tired looking waitress sighed when she saw the two new additions to the table, and while they ordered, Jungkook turned to you with that bright smile.

"Did you want anything?" he asked softly, leaning in closer so you could hear him. You were incredibly confused. First just a brush of your hand was enough to send him fleeing, but now he was sitting in your space and looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Maybe he really did have to pee that badly and you had bad timing? Either way, you wanted to prolong this time with him.

"Um, I could go for a milkshake," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and trying not to stare at how close his lips were to your own. "I don't know if I can drink a whole one though."

"We can split one!"

Jimin's voice broke through the small bubble that had enveloped you and Jungkook, and you looked across the table to see a cherubic smile on his face. You didn't know him well enough to know that this was actually his shit-eating grin, and you also didn't see the knives Jungkook was currently hurling out of his eyes.

"No way, she's gonna share one with me," he protested with an annoyed huff, before turning to you again and looking uncertain. "I mean, only if you want to."

Fuck, this boy was way too cute. You were getting an enjoyable whiplash from the way he switched between being possessive and shy. You nodded, unable (and unwilling) to resist the hope glimmering in his eyes. You gave your order to the waitress, who had started tapping her foot impatiently - not that you could blame her - and brought your attention back to the table.

"So you really punched our Jungkookie in the nose?" Taehyung asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. The full force of his attention amplified your embarrassment and you covered your face with your hands.

"Wait, what?" chortled Jimin, reaching across the table to tousle Jungkook's hair. The former zombie scowled and flicked his friend in the forehead, and the two began to stage an odd over-the-table battle. You slumped further in your seat.

"Your hand looks bruised, let me see."

Warm, gentle fingers pried your own off your face as Taehyung pulled your hand closer to inspect your knuckles. You fought down the urge to shiver as he brushed his thumb across your skin, and the small smile he gave you - more of a smirk, really - made your cheeks heat up.

"He's hard-headed for sure, but it doesn't look too bad," he said with an unfairly attractive arch of his brows. The hint of a smolder in his dark eyes made the gesture seem more suggestive than it should have, and you swallowed hard, unable to look away. "Want me to kiss it better?"

All of a sudden, your hand was back at your side, but now enclosed in another warm grip. You looked at Jungkook in surprise, though you couldn't say you weren't pleased at his attention. He laced his fingers through yours, and you marveled at how perfectly your hand fit into his.

"Leave her alone, hyung," the boy said with a glare, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You hadn't prepared for how hot that looked, or what it did to your insides, and your cavewoman brain short-circuited at the action.

"Are you going to kiss it better then?"

Oh fuck, you had said that out loud. You watched the glare evaporate off his face as he whipped his head to stare at you, then your joined hands. You could almost see steam coming out of his ears as his brain buffered, and your insecurity began to re-establish itself. Until he pulled your hand up to his face and brushed his full, soft lips against your skin, making you shiver.

Your own lips parted slightly in surprise as you stared at him, fully aware that your heart was pounding and your skin was tingling. His own dark eyes looked back at you, and the intensity in his gaze made you wonder if perhaps he wasn't so innocent after all.

"Is that better?" he murmured against your skin. You nodded, momentarily mute, and his happy smile took your breath away. In a burst of courage, you leaned forward and planted a soft peck on his nose.

"Just returning the favor," you said with a shy grin, ignoring the "ohhhhhhh nice one" from Taehyung. The dazed look on Jungkook's face was definitely worth it.

"You know, I think I cut myself shaving this - "

"Shut the fuck up hyung, you grow like five hairs."

Jimin's offended expression made you laugh, and some of the embarrassment you felt at the two other boys witnessing your awkward fumbles with Jungkook dissipated. His grip on your hand tightened as if taking ownership, which set your silly, weak heart aflutter. You relaxed a little further once Jimin's food arrived and he focused his attention more on eating than on sending you flirtatious glances. Until the waitress brought your milkshake.

"What flavor did you get?" asked Taehyung interestedly, eyeing the tall glass with poorly concealed mischief.

"Um… cookies and cream…?" you ventured with a frown, considering the coloring made it pretty obvious. Taehyung's cheshire grin widened, and from the corner of your eye you saw Jungkook's ears turn pink.

"Oh, do you like cookies?" asked Jimin, having been lured away from his pancakes by the promise of being able to tease his friend. You glanced between the duo, feeling like you were missing something.

"Uh… doesn't everyone?" you asked. Jimin chortled in glee at your response and you spared a peek at Jungkook, who looked resigned and annoyed.

"Well our Jungkookie here is the sweetest of all, wouldn't you say?" said Taehyung with a shit-eating grin. "And his cream-"

He was cut off by a stream of milkshake hitting him in the face. Jungkook glared at him from beside you, straw to his lips and pointed straight at his friend. You and Jimin burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Taehyung's face, and you couldn't help but want to rib him back for how much he had been teasing Jungkook all night.

"Well tell me," you drawled, "how does his cream taste?"

Jungkook choked from beside you, and Jimin laughed so hard he fell sideways into his friend's lap. Taehyung just grinned and wiped some with his index finger, then held it out to you.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" he countered, recovering from his surprise impressively quickly. Your jaw dropped in surprise, and as if he took it as an invitation, he brought his finger closer.

Only for Jungkook to lean forward and lick it clean instead. Which was not hot. Definitely not.

"Thanks, hyung," the boy said with zero expression on his face while Jimin gasped for air. You were actually starting to get concerned for his lungs. "The ice cream was good, tasted like there was some bullshit mixed with it though."

"Maybe Taehyung should take his head out of his ass," you said without thinking, then blushed when you realized you had acted as if you were with Meej and the rest of your friends. They were just so goofy that you had gotten too comfortable, too fast. You needn't have worried though, because Jimin had fallen to the questionably clean floor under the table and Jungkook was staring at you with an even dopier grin than when you had punched him.

"You're amazing," he breathed, making you blush even harder. To avoid having to respond, you took a large slurp of your milkshake, then sighed in contentment.

"Kookie, you invited her to the Halloween party already, right?" asked Taehyung, eyes amused. He clearly wasn't offended by your remark, and that helped you relax again. Especially because Jungkook took that sparkling gaze off of you to scowl at his hyung. His attention was making you feel too many things.

"I was going to, before you showed up," he complained, and you fought down the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth at how cute he sounded.

"Oh please, you ditched a pretty girl alone at a Denny's after midnight before we showed up," retorted Jimin, who had finally recovered and was running his hand through his hair to fix it. You couldn't help but giggle at the way Jungkook's plump lower lip began to jut out in a pout, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"So what's this about a party?" you asked him, chest tingling at the way he immediately perked up and turned back to you. His eyes were so large and bright that you were left momentarily breathless.

"My roommate and I are having a Halloween party this weekend," he explained, looking adorably hopeful. "Um, if you're free, would you want to come? You're welcome to bring some friends if you want."

"If you give me your number, I can - OW!"

You suppressed another giggle as Jimin glared at Jungkook, who had not-so-subtly kicked him under the table.

"I'd love to," you replied, ignoring the two older boys. Jungkook's face lit up brighter than the moon outside, and you unlocked your phone and handed it over to him so he could enter his contact information.

He pouted a little when you did deign to get Jimin's and Taehyung's numbers as well, though he snickered when he saw that you named them TweedleJim and Taedledum. They did tone down their aggressive flirting - slightly - but by the time everyone had finished eating and paying, you wondered how purple the older boys' shins were going to be tomorrow. There had been a lot of kicking from your irritated date, and he had decidedly muscular thighs and calves.

"It was great meeting you," said Jimin as the four of you left the restaurant. The mischievous cast had returned to his face, and he pulled you into a hug that lasted far longer than necessary and only ended when Jungkook shoved him away. Taehyung didn't hug you, but instead took your hand and pressed his lips on your knuckles right where Jungkook had.

"Can't wait to see you this weekend," he said with a wink and throaty chuckle as the youngest ripped your hand away. He stomped towards his car, towing you behind him, and you gave a half-hearted wave to the two monkeys sporting identical grins behind you. You had to half-jog to keep from falling over, but the way Jungkook's cheeks were puffed out ever so slightly was too cute to be annoyed with.

Despite his irritation, he still opened your door for you, and your insides melted further. When he entered the driver's side, you took a moment to admire his pouting profile as he started the car. Then you grabbed his right hand, tracing the skin of his knuckles with your thumb.

"Jungkook, you know I think I like you a lot, right?" you asked, smiling at him. It was a little embarrassing to say aloud, but he seemed like he needed the reassurance after being teased by his shameless friends all night. His large eyes widened in surprise and a slow smile began to consume his face.

"Yeah?" he breathed, eyes shining as he looked at you. You noticed he had a cute mole under his lower lip.

"Yeah," you confirmed softly, gazing back at him and feeling your cheeks warm. You weren't sure who moved first, but then his soft lips were pressed against your own. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than the vanilla still lingering on his lips, and you sighed in contentment as you tangled your fingers in his baggy shirt to bring him closer. He complied, letting his own hands cradle your cheeks gently.

Then twin thuds sounded from either side of you, and you broke away to see Jimin and Taehyung grinning from opposite windows. You screamed in horror and clung to Jungkook before realizing who the fucking idiots staring at you were, and Jungkook swore under his breath.

"I'm going to murder them," he hissed as you laughed weakly and pressed a hand to your pounding chest. It had gone from butterflies to straight up heart attack far too quickly for your preference, and you whole-heartedly supported his statement.

"I'll help," you offered with a scowl as the two idiots gave you cheeky waves and scampered off to a different car. "Do you have an extra shovel?"

"Oh, I couldn't let you do physical labor like that on our first date," Jungkook replied innocently and you smiled in spite of yourself.

"But Denny's and getting harassed by your friends is fine?" you countered, though you placed a chaste peck on his cheek to show you weren't actually bothered. Despite the fact that you had literally just kissed, his cheeks flushed.

"We'll do something better next time," he promised, and your heart fluttered at the casual way he said it. Still, you couldn't help but give him a little shit.

"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" He whirled to look at you, eyes wide, and you began to giggle.

"That wasn't nice," he complained, that adorable pout making its way onto his face again.

"I'm sorry, what can I do to make up for it?" you teased, eyes flicking back down to his lips. He grinned and leaned forward, but a loud honk from what was presumably Taehyung's car startled both of you again.

"Let's get you home," he groaned, leaning back in his car. You laughed and took his hand, twining your fingers with his as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I mean, I doubt they'd follow us all the way to my place…" you said, brushing his hand with your thumb. Jungkook drove a little faster.

~~~~~

Sinker

"You think I should've put a shirt on under this?" you fretted as the Uber driver pulled into the parking lot of a decently sized apartment complex. Mijin rolled her eyes as she adjusted the halo atop her cow onesie, which was the exact opposite of yours in terms of being revealing.

"You're the one trying to seduce a guy who's clearly already gone for you," she deadpanned, making you flush.

"We just met a week ago! How would you know?" you protested, checking the tape keeping your robe semi-decently over your chest for the hundredth time since you'd entered the car.

"I've read your texts, they're disgusting," she said fondly. "He texts you good morning and good night every single day with hearts and everything, it's pathetic."

"I think it's cute," you said defensively, making her laugh and ruffle your hair.

"That's because you're just as whipped as he is."

"Be nice to me," you warned. "Or else we can go back and you won't get to meet any of his hot friends."

"Bitch I'm the one who agreed to come in case this is secretly an enclave of hot serial killers."

"Er, not to interrupt, but is this the right apartment?"

You both looked at the Uber driver, who you had completely forgotten about, then at the building outside.

"Yep, thanks! Sorry about that," you confirmed, opening the door and hopping outside. You shivered in the cold and mentally cursed yourself for going the hot girl route instead of the sensible funny costume route. Then again, you had goals for tonight that hopefully involved a cute ex-zombie between your legs.

As soon as Meej got out of the car, you nodded to the Uber and scurried up the stairs to the proper apartment. Even without knowing the apartment number you could've guessed which unit was the right one from the music pulsing in the air.

You opened the door cautiously, not really knowing what to expect, and a wave of warm air and bass blasted out at you. There was a decent amount of people in the room, and you stepped inside with Meej in tow.

"So where's your man?" she asked, trying to scan over the sea of heads. You shrugged, also looking around to see if you could find him.

"You made it!"

You turned to see twin gorgeous boys wearing togas and wreaths, and smiled despite knowing they were probably up to something already. Mijin outright ogled, and you couldn't really blame her.

Jimin was a vision in white, with a golden belt bearing a sun motif and a laurel crown. Combined with his smooth, pale skin, he nearly glowed. Taehyung wore a green toga, with silver moon adornments and a small toy bow-and-arrow. It played wonderfully with his tanned complexion, and you stared for a moment despite being preoccupied looking for Jungkook. They were already gorgeous before, but in their costumes they truly personified the Greek gods they were dressed as.

"Hey guys," you greeted, but before you could introduce them to Meej they grabbed both of you and all but dragged you further into the house. You sighed internally. It appeared that their antics were already in motion.

~~~~~

"Where is she?" Jungkook complained from his seat on the couch as he pouted into his plastic cup. He had been daydreaming about seeing you again since pretty much the second he had dropped you off that fateful night. The two of you had made out for an inordinately long amount of time in your parking lot, and he had driven away with a happy heart and a raging boner.

Between that right hook, first date, and the constant texts you'd been exchanging throughout the week, it was safe to say he was completely enamored. Not only were you scrappy, but you were gorgeous, funny, and nice, and talking to you just felt right. And amazingly, you seemed to feel the same way. So where were you? You said you couldn't wait to see him, so why weren't you here yet?

Jimin chortled at his younger friend's expression, patting his head like a child. Which he definitely looked like considering he was sagging in his seat in a cookie monster onesie.

"She'll be here," Taehyung assured him with a grin. "If not for you, then for me."

Before Jungkook could respond to his obnoxious friend, a slightly slurred, high-pitched voice came from his side and he winced.

"Jungkookieeee!"

"Uh, hi Dina," he said with a polite smile at the girl dressed as a slutty cookie. So this was why she had pestered him to know what his costume tonight would be. He looked around for help, but of course his two friends had oh-so-mysteriously disappeared in his time of need.

The sound of the door opening drove Dina out of his mind, and his gaze shot hopefully towards the entryway. It was hard to see, but there you were with that friend who had forced you to go out with him that night. He needed to remember to thank her for that. She would probably be the maid of honor at the wedding.

Even from halfway across the room, obscured by other partygoers, you were so pretty he wanted to die. Had you somehow gotten cuter since he had last seen you? He shot up immediately, not even noticing that Dina had been trying to sit on his knee, and she was sent toppling to the floor.

"Owww," she whined despite not looking like she had hit anything. Jungkook sighed in frustration. He really did not want to deal with her right now, not when you were right there, but he wasn't an asshole.

By the time he had helped her up, made sure she was fine, and pried her clinging acrylic talons off his arm, you were nowhere to be found. With an annoyed scowl, he realized that neither were Jimin or Taehyung. His eyes narrowed. They wouldn't.

He found you in the kitchen, sipping a drink and being caged against the counter by Taehyung. Jimin was engaging your friend, who looked more amused than charmed. Your expression was decidedly patient, which soothed Jungkook's ruffled feathers somewhat despite the way his hyung was staring at you like the hunter he was dressed as. Then he got a full view of your actual costume.

He had thought he couldn't be any more attracted to you, but you had proven him wrong. You were wearing a silky boxing robe tied tightly over some criminally short shorts that revealed a very appealing amount of leg. Your knuckles were wrapped in athletic tape, and his nose and his dick twinged at the same time. You were perfect.

Jungkook would have taken more time to admire you, but Taehyung was way too close, and currently playing with the hem of your robe. Something in his brain growled mine.

Then the older boy tugged you towards him by the tie of your robe and Jungkook went on autopilot, striding forward and ripping you away from his hyung. He opened his mouth to yell at Taehyung, until he realized he was holding you and his hand was touching warm, bare skin. He looked down and you stared back, mouth open and face pink. He looked further down and realized your tie had gotten undone. Your breasts were somehow still covered, but it was completely obvious you were wearing nothing underneath. His brain short-circuited.

Jungkook stood there, frozen and gaping, for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Then your friend surreptitiously stomped on his foot, and he came back to his senses. He was not about to let his hyungs see you like this.

You gave a squeak as he scooped you into his arms, clinging to the front of his onesie in a way that he quite enjoyed as he strode wordlessly out of the kitchen. He didn't even see Dina, who he almost trampled into crumbs in his haste to get you away. He quickly made his way to his room and shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Um, Jungkook?" you asked timidly, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. He froze again when he realized what he had done, and that your robe was still untied and revealing a tantalizing amount of skin.

"S-sorry," he stammered, trying and failing to not ogle at the expanse of skin revealed by the cascading fabric. "I just… didn't want them to see…"

Your lips began to twitch up into a smile, and you brought your arms around his neck.

"Oh?" You asked softly, voice almost a purr. The look in your eyes made his heart stutter and his dick twitch. You brought your lips to his ear, and your hot breath sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "And why's that?"

You licked the shell of his ear, tongue warm and wet, and something in him snapped. Jungkook tossed you into his bed, and crawled over to trap you between his arms. The flash of worry that he was going too far vanished when you grabbed the front of his onesie to pull him down and crush his lips against yours.

"Because," he said as he pulled back, slightly breathless. You were a vision below him, splayed out and licking your lips as you stared up at him with hooded eyes. "You're mine."

He saw your mouth begin to curve into a smile before he was on you again, hot and hungry and demanding. Your lips slotted against his perfectly, and the whimper you gave when he sucked your lower lip between his teeth added more fuel to the heat blooming in his abdomen. You evidently felt the same, because you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring his hips against yours, making you both gasp as his erection rubbed against your clothed core. Despite the tickle of his costume, it sent arousal flooding through you.

"O-oh, Kookie," you moaned as he turned his attention to the line of your jaw, planting soft kisses and nips until he reached the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Then he began to suckle harshly, making you gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair encouragingly. If his hyungs couldn't keep their hands to themselves, he'd just have to show them who you belonged to.

His hands skated across your bare stomach, making you shiver, until they came to rest at your covered breasts. Then he sat back, looking perplexed.

"Why isn't this moving?" He complained, tugging lightly at your robe. You burst into giggles at the confusion on his face.

"It's boob tape," you explained, and laughed harder at his uncomprehending expression. "It's basically double-sided tape for clothes. Did you never wonder how girls wear drapey stuff without nip slip?"

"I just thought it was some weird boob magic," Jungkook responded sheepishly, and you dissolved into giggles again.

"You're cute," you said between chuckles, then gasped when he ground his hips down hard against you.

"Cute?" he asked darkly, making your mouth go dry. He proceeded to peel the robe off your chest - luckily the tape stayed on the fabric and not your skin - and his gaze went molten. He stared long enough for you to begin to squirm beneath him, and you brought your arms up to cover yourself. His own shot out to grab your wrists and pin them on either side of your head.

"No, let me see you," he demanded, and the pure want in his voice went straight between your legs. His eyes raked over you like hot coals, the heat in them bringing a pretty flush to your cheeks.

"God you're so beautiful," Jungkook whispered reverently before descending again to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, wrists straining half-heartedly against his grip, and he took the opportunity to part your soft lips with his tongue. He licked into your mouth in hot strokes, and your thighs tightened around his hips in an effort to bring him closer. The whine you let out as his cock rubbed you through your shorts made him even harder, and he broke away from your mouth to trail wet kisses down your jaw and your neck. This time, he went past your collarbone to suck bruises that bloomed red and purple on the skin of your chest.

"Jungkook," you moaned breathily, trying to control yourself despite how good he was making you feel. The way he was pinning you down so easily despite how shy he had acted at the beginning was doing a number on you.

He paused to give you a boyish grin at complete odds with the way he was making your pussy clench, before dipping his head to roll your pert nipple around his tongue. Then he sucked hard and you keened, arching into the warm wetness of his mouth.

"Fuck, touch me please," you begged, desperate to feel his hands on you. His eyes darkened further and that innocent grin turned wicked.

"Anything for you, baby," he promised, and the pet name turned you on even more. He released your hands to explore your soft curves, and yours immediately went to the buttons of his adorable but currently unappreciated cookie monster onesie.

You were able to make quick work of them despite the distracting way he was nipping your neck and pinching your nipples, and you forced him backwards so you could shove the upper part of his costume off his frame.

"Oh, fuck you," you groaned when you got a full blast of his glorious body. Jungkook smirked as you ogled his abs, no trace of that stumbling boy left in his dark eyes.

"I mean, if that's what you want," he teased, preening under your gaze. You wanted to roll your eyes, but they were still glued to the hard ridges of muscle on prominent display.

"Shut up and take this off," you grumbled, shoving his onesie further down his waist. "It's tickling me."

Jungkook grinned impishly at you before obeying, and when he kicked his costume to some random corner of his room you sighed in a mixture of arousal and despair at the way his muscular thighs flexed. He was just so perfect, and by the size of the bulge straining against his boxer briefs he was going to be just as perfect there too.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back down to smash his lips against yours again, not particularly caring that this kiss was much sloppier than prior. By the way Jungkook groaned against your mouth when your tongue skimmed his, neither did he.

It was even headier now, with his toned chest pressed flush against your breasts. You ground your hips against his with a breathy whine, raking your nails lightly down his back. When you squeezed his ass - yes, it was just as firm as you'd hoped - he bucked forward, driving his cock harder against you. You briefly wondered if you were soaking him through your shorts, then decided you didn't care.

When you began to wiggle out of your shorts, shy Jungkook made his appearance again. He pulled back, eyes wide, though he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

"A-are you sure? I was just… kidding," he said, as if you couldn't see his dick leaking through his boxers and you weren't half naked on his bed and begging for his touch. It was cute, but this sweet Jungkook wasn't what you wanted right now. So you pouted and began to push yourself off the bed.

"Fine, then I'll go see if Taehy-oof!"

Your gamble was rewarded as you were immediately forced back onto the bed, Jungkook's hard eyes blazing above you.

"I said you're mine," he growled, giving your nipple a hard pinch. You yelped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at the edge in his tone. You threaded your hands in his hair to bring him down for a kiss, but he paused, lips hovering over yours. "You're mine, right?"

Despite the aggressiveness of his actions, there was a hint of pleading in his tone, and you couldn't help but smile as your heart fluttered.

"Only if you're mine too," you replied, making his eyes light up. Jungkook had been yours since you had delivered that knock out punch to his nose heart. He closed the distance eagerly, and you lost yourself again in the heat of his lips and tongue. When one of his hands found its way between your legs, he groaned at how damp you were even through layers of cloth.

"Yours," you murmured, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. His eyes flashed and before you could process what was happening, your shorts and underwear were ripped off and you were bare beneath him aside from the robe halfway off your shoulders. His hand went back and you moaned as his fingers dragged along your wet folds before changing course to start rubbing light circles on your clit.

"You're so sexy," Jungkook groaned against your mouth as you bucked your hips forward, chasing the friction. He pressed his middle finger into you, and the sound that you made was almost enough to make him explode then and there. You were so hot and wet and tight around him already, and if you felt this good around a finger he couldn't wait to feel you around his dick.

You licked sloppily into his mouth, rutting against his hand as he pumped his finger in and out of you and swallowed your whimpers. When he added a second finger your breath caught in your throat, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"J-Jungkook," you gasped when he began grinding the heel of his palm against your clit while rubbing his fingers against your walls. He was working you up embarrassingly quickly, and when your orgasm hit it almost took you by surprise. Your body went rigid as waves of pleasure shuddered through you, and Jungkook hissed and pressed wet kisses all over your neck, working you through your high as your walls spasmed around his fingers.

"Wow," was all you managed when you came back to reality. It was partially due to the orgasm, but mostly caused by the beauty of Jungkook's flushed face and disheveled hair hovering above you as his hungry eyes drank you in. You tugged him towards you by his hair and kissed him hard for a moment before pushing him back a little and giving him your best seductress eyes.

"Fuck me now, please," you said sweetly, in a husky voice you were surprised came from you. Jungkook's eyes somehow went even darker and he almost dove to the side of his bed to open his nightstand, retrieving a condom he ripped open in record time. You giggled a little at his eagerness. Until he kicked his boxers off. Dicks were always objectively funny looking even at the best of times. So why did his make your mouth water?

"Is there anything about you that isn't sexy?" you said in a half grumble, making him laugh as he rolled the latex over his tantalizing length. He hovered over you, one hand by your head and another on his cock as he lined himself up, and you reached up to thread your fingers through his silky hair. He smiled down at you, eyes bright. Then he rubbed his tip against your folds and you moaned, tightening your grip.

"If it makes you feel better, everything about you is sexy too," he breathed, eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and lust as his lips fell to capture yours. All you could do was gasp against his mouth as he began to press his cock past your aching folds. Despite how wet you were, it was still a slow, excruciatingly delicious stretch, and he cursed, hips stuttering against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, thrusting lightly in and out to coat himself further in your wetness. The feeling was definitely mutual, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to go deeper. When he bottomed out, you both stilled for a moment to get your bearings, though he wasn't sure how much good it did him with you quivering beneath him and your walls hugging him so tightly.

"Please move," you finally whimpered when you couldn't take it anymore, giving a little buck of your hips that had Jungkook hissing. His lips crushed yours again as he began giving slow, measured, pumps that had you arching your chest against his hard pecs. He was glad he'd made you cum once because he didn't really think he was going to be able to last very long. Though that didn't mean he wasn't going to try again.

So when he angled his hips a certain way and you cried out and clenched around him, he maintained that position despite the way his thighs protested. He kept one hand on your waist, locking you in place, and brought his other to rub his thumb lightly against your clit.

"Oh fuuuuck," you groaned, head falling backwards Jungkook worked his magic on you. You were usually content if you could get on top and rub one out with a guy during sex, but this boy seemed determined to ruin you for anyone else and the worst part was that you wanted him to. He was hitting all the right spots and doing all the right things as if you'd been having sex for years, and between the thick drag of his cock and the attention he was giving your clit, you were hurtling towards the edge a second time.

"God, do that again," Jungkook groaned, and you hazily wondered what he was talking about, unable to think past the delicious way he was pounding into you. You didn't realize you were pulling his hair, and when the coil inside you snapped again you gave another hard tug with a desperate whine.

He fucked you through your second high, shuddering at the way your already snug walls squeezed him like a vice. The sounds he was forcing out of your throat were too much, and he felt himself starting to lose it.

"Fuck, [y/n], I'm gonna cum," he cursed, pace growing uneven even as his thrusts became harder and deeper. To his shock, panic, and disappointment, you pushed him off of you and onto his back. Then you ripped off the condom and engulfed him in the confines of your greedy mouth and he gasped, hips stuttering against you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he choked, spilling himself down your perfect throat as you swallowed around him. Even after he was done, you kept swirling your tongue around his length as he moaned and let his head fall back against his sheets. You gave a little suck that had him whine and thrust against you despite the oversensitivity before you pulled back, looking way too innocent and cheerful for what you had just done.

"Taehyung was right, your cream's pretty good," you said with a wink, and he felt his entire neck and face go red.

"Oh my god," he complained, tackling you back down onto the bed and holding you against his chest as you giggled and wrapped your arms around him. The two of you lay there, snuggling and enjoying the post-coital haze.

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?" he asked a little sleepily, opening his eyes and blushing at the cute way you were looking up at him.

"Did you mean it?" You looked sheepish, and he woke up a little more.

"Mean what?" he asked in confusion, and you flushed, looking uncertain. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, trying to reassure you even if he wasn't exactly sure what he was reassuring you about.

"Um… about me being yours. And you being mine," you mumbled shyly, avoiding his eyes. He felt his heart swell at the pink rising on your face, and he couldn't keep the stupid lovestruck smile off his face.

"Of course I did," he replied, holding you tighter and smushing your face into his chest. "You're my girlfriend now, you can't escape." Your muffled laugh was music to his ears, and you hugged him back just as hard until you finally pulled away, complaining you couldn't breathe.

"Okay, boyfriend," you said, eyes sparkling happily. He was elated that he had been the one to put that expression on your face. He was less elated when you began to clamber out of bed after kissing him on the nose.

"Nooo, stay here," he pouted, then tried to pose on the bed in an enticing manner.

"I want to, I really do," you told him ruefully as you blatantly eyed his abs. "But I can't just straight up ditch Mijin when I begged her to come with me."

"Oh yes, the maid of honor," Jungkook said with a nod, mollified by how disappointed you actually sounded. You looked confused for a moment before your attention was drawn by your robe.

"Ah shit, the tape isn't sticky anymore," you grumbled as you futilely slapped the fabric against your chest. Jungkook was momentarily mesmerized by the way it made your breasts jiggle before shaking himself out of his daze.

"I'll wear it, and you can wear mine," he suggested eagerly. It wasn't quite the same as seeing you in his clothes or anything, but it was close. You shrugged in agreement, slipping off the robe - which should not have been as arousing as it was when you were already basically naked - and tossing it towards him as you padded around the room to grab your shorts and the onesie. Jungkook stared at your ass for several enjoyable seconds before going to his dresser to grab some basketball shorts.

"This is… kinda big."

He turned around and felt himself torn between laughing and melting into the floor. You had put on the cookie monster onesie, which was sized for him, and were almost drowning in it. You had rolled up both the sleeves and the legs multiple times and yet it still looked hilariously large on your smaller frame.

"You look perfect," Jungkook promised, making your face flush that pretty pink again. Though you frowned when you looked at Jungkook, who was now wearing basketball shorts and your boxing robe. "What's wrong?"

"I… don't know if I want people seeing how hot you are…" you grumbled, eyes glued to his six-pack. Jungkook's heart fluttered when he realized you were jealous, and he grinned at your adorable pout. He strode up to you, enjoying the way you licked your lips when he cupped your face.

"How do you think I felt seeing Taehyung all over you?" he demanded, making your eyes widen before he bent down to capture your lips. Feeling you melt against him was enough to rile him up all over again, but when his hands began to wander you pushed him back a little.

"Fair enough," you replied breathlessly, sounding incredibly reluctant but firm. "Let's go."

You resolutely marched to his door and pulled it open, only to run into a very irate, very drunk cookie.

"Uh…" you began awkwardly, not exactly sure what this chick was doing here.

"Jungkookie, who is she?" the cookie wailed, pointing at you with a venomous glare. You would've felt more worried had Jungkook not looked so done with his life. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"This is my girlfriend, [y/n]," he said, shooting her point blank with the truth. By the way she reeled backwards, it might as well have been a real bullet. Jungkook took the opportunity to usher you past her, lock his door, then take your hand and tug you to the living. You were impressed at the speed in which he had done everything, and wondered just how many quick escapes he had to make from that girl.

"Nice costume."

You turned to see Mijin, Taehyung, and Jimin smirking at the two of you. A fourth extremely beautiful man had wandered somewhere near the vicinity and brightened when he saw you. Despite the pig nose and the blanket he was wrapped up in, he was still impossibly tall and handsome and broad. This had to be the last super hot guy in Jungkook's friend group, right? It was just impossible for there to be more.

"Oh! Are you Jungkook's mystery punching girl?" he asked cheerfully, seeing you with Jungkook. You blushed at the descriptor, and Mijin chimed in before you could.

"I'm Mijin," said your friend as she shook his hand, utterly unfazed by his weirdness. Well, he was a fucking dime so you supposed you couldn't blame her. The man beamed, making his eyes sparkle.

"Yep. It was love at first fight," she said with a grin, and you rolled your eyes at the terrible pun. To your surprise, the new guy's jaw dropped and he stared at your friend in wonder. Then he elbowed Jimin away from her and held out his hand with a charming smile.

"Then it's meant to be, because me Jin!" he said proudly, pointing at his wide chest and ignoring the way Taehyung facepalmed beside him. Meej chortled, giving his costume a very obvious once-over as Jin snickered at his questionable wit.

"Are you a pig in a blanket?" she asked, clearly vibing with her very handsome, very lame suitor.

"Holy cow! You got it!" Jin said cornily, and you heard Jungkook groan at the guy's terrible joke - considering Mijin's costume was exactly that. A cow with a halo. Unlike the rest of you - including a now pouting Jimin - your friend smiled widely.

"Yeah, can you believe [y/n] told me my costume was lame?" she asked indignantly, making Jin gasp in affront.

"They tried to say the same thing about mine!" he complained in commiseration, and the two of them cast peevish looks at the rest of you. You and Jungkook made eye contact and despite the short time in which you had known each other, you knew exactly what he was thinking. What the fuck is happening?

"Uh… we're gonna get drinks…" said Jungkook slowly, backing away from the two farmyard animals. He took your hand again and the two of you fled the scene, once again almost trampling a bawling Dina.

"That's just the way the cookie crumbles," you heard Mijin remark from behind you. All you heard after that was a weird squeaking, as if someone needed to replace their windshield wipers.

"Jungkook, is it weird to say that those two together scared me more than that maze?" you whispered loudly as he handed you a beer. He shook his head and stared behind him, shuddering.

"To never being that fucking corny," he pledged, holding his own bottle out. You nodded and clinked yours against his and took a much needed gulp. Then, unable to resist, you leaned in to kiss him. It ended up lasting much longer than you had intended, and when you pulled away he had a dreamy smile on his face. "I guess it'll be nice if the best man and the maid of honor are together though."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

Jungkook distracted you with another mind-melting kiss, and by the time he released your lips, your legs were jelly. He noticed the way you were clinging to him and grinned that sweet smile at you before easily picking you up and setting your butt on the counter.

"Better?" he asked, nestling himself between his legs and tilting his head up to look at you upside-down. You giggled and leaned down to give him a peck, then stroked through his hair with your free hand. The two of you watched the party from the relatively quiet confines of the kitchen, where Meej and Jin where getting increasingly close and Jimin was now attempting to avoid the advances of a sad cookie while Taehyung laughed his ass off on the sidelines. It was odd how easily things had come together when you were the last person who would ever willingly enter a haunted corn maze.

Jungkook snuggled his head under your chin and you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting your hands rest on his bare sides. Who would have thought getting lured out of the house by the promise of donuts would lead to so much more? You knew Mijin would use this as an excuse to drag you out to more activities, but when Jungkook nuzzled your shoulder you found yourself more excited than chagrined. Fall might be ending, but your time with him was just beginning.

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#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts jungkook smut #autumnleavescollab

[sugumii]

Could I request Gepard and Jing Yuan receiving a bouquet of flowers from their gardener s/o?

The HSR boys with a Gardener! S/o: Giving them flowers

Warnings: Brief mention of blood in Blade’s, nothing gorey however.

Of course, here you are. I hope you enjoy it! This was very fun to write.

Jing Yuan-

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GIF by jing-yuan

"Where did you get those, love?"

Curious golden eyes followed your approaching figure, eyeing the small bouquet of assorted flowers in your gloved hold. The stems were tied up neatly by a small red bow with plants composed of complimenting colors such as reds, pinks, and whites. The flowers were gorgeous, to say the least.

"I grew them in the garden!"

"The botanic garden? How beautiful." Jing Yuan murmured, leaning over your figure to get a better look at them. He was impressed by the talent you possessed to grow such extravagant varieties of plants as well as the time you found to care for them. The older male found himself envying you, wishing he had as much free time as you to try his hand at gardening. You looked at him with a small smile and offered the bouquet to him.

"Here, they're for you!"

The general paused.

"For... me?"

You chuckled and gently pushed them into his hands which he accepted with a grateful smile, admiring them with a loving gaze.

"Yes, love. I grew them for you."

A minuscule blush adorned the male's pale cheeks as he cleared his throat, slightly flustered at this unexpected present. Flowers... for him? In all his years of living, he never received such a thoughtful gift. Usually, it was him giving, not the other way around. Though, he supposes in that regard some merely accepted his gifts due to his immense wealth. The fact you were the first to give him such a meaningful gift moved him.

Jing Yuan's gaze remained fixated on the flowers. A tender smile graced his features and his eyes wrinkled in delight. You chuckled since you could tell he was ecstatic despite his calm exterior.

"Thank you, my beloved. They're absolutely divine... but not as radiant as you."

You grinned, happy that he was appreciative of your small token of love. Of course, you knew how fond of nature your lover was, constantly catching him smelling and caressing the flowers in the garden. He often took his evening strolls there, taking his time to admire the scenery around him.

Jing Yuan opened his arms, making sure to be careful with the flowers you had given him, and hugged you. You chuckled and hugged him back joyfully.

"You're so precious, my beloved. I truly do not deserve someone as wonderful as you."

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Ever since you had given your lover the colorful bouquet, you noticed him taking his breaks more often in the garden. Every sliver of free time he got, he spent with you and the garden. You'd often see him taking a peaceful stroll by his lonesome, bent over talking to someone. You remember glancing around your surroundings and sneaking up behind him in curiosity, wondering who he could possibly be talking to. It was then you saw the adorable sight of him crouched down, caressing a rose's petals with a small smile. He was telling the flora about the history of Xianzhou Luofu and how much love he held for you. It made your heart flutter at how adorable he was.

You had once mentioned how you enjoyed singing to your plants since it was a common belief that talking to them would make them grow faster. What you didn't expect was your handsome general to take your words to heart and begin doing it himself.

"Life is as ephemeral as dew on a leaf and full of worldly strife such as beings like you. Nature is quite beautiful." Jing Yuan recited, now holding a bird that was perched on his fingers. The bird sang happily in agreement, doing its best to help serenade the flowers. Your heart fluttered upon seeing the cute sight, it was like the scene was straight out of a fairy tale.

So this explains why your flowers bloomed so fast.

"Do remember, little ones... you must grow big and strong like a warrior for my s/o. Only then can you become vibrant and florish."

Gepard:

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GIF by roxaxs

"Are these... for me..?" The captain asked with flushed cheeks. An adorable pink hue painted his cheeks causing you to let out a laugh in response to his cuteness.

“Yes, honey. I grew them for you! Do you like them?”

“Like them?” He repeated, staring down at the small bouquet in his gloved hands. His heart was beating rapidly at the unexpected gift, making his mind hazy with happy thoughts of you. “Of course I do! I love them. I’ve never received a gift like this before so… it’s quite special to me.”

Your eyes widened at the newfound information. Really? That’s shocking, to say the least… a man as gorgeous as Gepard, not to mention the leader of the Silvermane Guards who constantly risks his life for the citizens of Belobog, never received flowers? This poor baby boy… you were definitely going to spoil him now!

“Never? Not even once?” You questioned further.

“Never…” He looked down with a shy expression, fidgeting on his feet.

“Whaaat?! That’s hard to believe… not even once as a thank you for protecting the city?”

Gepard looked at you with an embarrassed smile and shook his head.

“On the occasion that the citizens of Belobog do express their gratitude, they usually offer me gift baskets of fruit or thank you cards to which I try to reject… but not flowers.”

“That’s hard to believe.” You murmured with a thoughtful look. “Well, never mind that. I’m glad you like them! Surprisingly, they grew quicker than usual.”

It was then you noticed Gepard’s cheeks burning a brighter red as you flashed him an incredulous look. What was that boy blushing about now? Was it something you said?

“Is something the matter?” You asked with an eyebrow raised at the man’s responsive behavior.

“I- um… well, you see… they might've been growing because…” He murmured, the rest of his sentence falling on deaf ears. You shot him a confused glance since this was unusual of your boyfriend.

“What?”

“I said sometimes during my break I visit the garden… and I sing to the garden because Serval told me once if I sang to the flowers then maybe they’d start to grow faster…”

With a rigorous heartbeat, you placed a hand over your chest, blushing at his cuteness. Just how could someone be so precious?! Despite Gepard’s failed attempts at gardening with you (Mostly due to him accidentally exerting too much strength and pulling the roots off the flowers when transplanting or accidentally stepping on his newly planted flower with a horrified expression) he still did his best to help you. He always had a passion for outdoor hobbies, but just… made a few clumsy mistakes at times.

You launched yourself onto the embarrassed guard and squeezed him earning a sort of squeak in response.

“AHHH, Gepard! You’re so cute!”

"C-cute?!"

Let's just say said male almost died that day for the second time.

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Sampo-

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GIF by incultas

"Uhh... is this some kinda scam or something?" Sampo asked with a perplexed expression.

"No? It's just flowers." You replied with an equally confused expression.

"..."

"..."

Uncharacteristically, the violet-haired male was silent. For once, he had no idea what to say or how to react. This was just so... unexpected. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to receive such a kind gift- flowers nonetheless.

It felt... weird.

"Do you want them or not?" You waved the bouquet in front of his face with a frown. The male seemingly snapped back from his thoughts and rubbed the back of his head with a nervous expression.

"If I do, what do you want in return?"

Laughter erupted from your throat at your lover's negotiation. Did he really think you were giving him a present only to expect something in return? Aeons, was bargaining the only thing this man knew how to do?

"I don't want anything. Only for you to take the flowers I grew for you!"

"You... grew these?" He replied in disbelief, finally taking the bundle of flowers from you. His eyes twinkled with amazement, very happy to have received such a beautiful gift. "I mean, of course, you grew these! Who else but my amazing and wonderful s/o could grow these?"

With that, the taller male hugged you, much to your surprise. You were caught off guard not expecting your boyfriend to hug you in public. Typically, he preferred to smother you in affection in the privacy of your home since he didn't want any bad guys to target you too. (Since he was quite the troublesome man, according to many of his customers.)

"I love you, Koski." You said, happily returning his embrace. His hands lowered to rest themselves on your waist as he grinned proudly.

"I love you too, sweets." The male thought for a moment before his eyes widened as an idea came to his head. "Say... why don't you teach The Sampo Koski how to garden with you? We could make some serious income from-"

"No!"

"Okay, okay, Sampo understands... it was worth a shot anyway." He murmured apologetically.

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"But seriously, babe... we could make a profit outta-"

"I said NO Koski!"

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Dan Heng-



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GIF by honkaiedit

For once, Dan Heng was stunned.

And it wasn't because of the trailblazer digging through the trash can (fortunately.)

He stood still with his eyes in a daze, Never in his life did he expect you of all people to give him flowers. Of course, he's gone out of his way multiple times to purchase a bouquet for you occasionally, but he never expected you to return the favor. One you personally grew yourself too.

It felt... strange.

But it also warmed his heart at the same time.

His heartbeat was erratic as he stammered, much unlike him.

“Thank you, Y/n… but what’s the occasion?”

You hummed in thought, placing a hand on your chin as if in deep thought. Dan Heng awaited your reply while also admiring the flowers. He just couldn't remove his gaze from them. They were utterly gorgeous.

“Well, you know how Ms. Himeko and I were given some seeds as thanks from villagers at the last planet? Well, we decided to plant them and they grew the next day! Isn't that cool?” You rambled excitedly with a sparkle in your eyes. Dan Heng's felt a fluttery feeling in his chest at your enthusiastic tone. “I thought, 'Wow these are gorgeous, they’d look amazing in Dan Heng’s room!' So here I am giving them to you!”

“In my room?” He repeated. “You mean our room, right?” The look your boyfriend gave you was one of confusion and slight hurt. What did you mean by 'his' room?

“Yes, yes, our room. It’s just our room is so plain! I wanted to brighten it up a bit with something colorful, you know?” You said, smiling at him. You realized how your words may have come off wrongly and quickly added, “Not that your taste is bad or anything! I’m just used to colors everywhere since at my old home I used to garden a lot. Can’t really do much here on the express.”

“I see.”

Dan Heng looked at you with a kind smile and warmth in his heart. “Of course, I understand. Thank you, love. I appreciate the beautiful gift.”

“It’s no problem, darling.” You grinned, quickly jumping into his awaiting arms signaling he wanted a hug from you. You both stood there in each other’s embrace for a moment, cherishing the beat of each other's hearts. Together, you felt complete almost as if the whole world revolved around the two of you. Love was truly a beautiful thing. It made the both of you forget your current troubles, finding comfort in one another's presence.

Dan Heng smiled softly at you and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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“Ahem… Y/n? Where should I put the flowers?” Your boyfriend asked, looking for a flat surface to put them on. You squinted around the room before pointing at his bookshelf.

“How about on top of your bookshelf? There’s nothing to disturb them and if it fell it wouldn’t get anything wet there.”

"You're right. Perfect."

"Like you." You snickered, watching as Dan Heng's body stiffened when reaching up to place the flower pot. He desperately tried to hide his growing blush from you, but you already knew he had one. His body language said everything, after all.

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Blade-

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GIF by fandomfiish

“What’s this?”

“Flowers.”

“…For who?”

“You, who else?”

Your boyfriend stared at the bouquet you were holding with a blank expression.

“…Why?”

You huffed, irritated at his difficult attitude. You knew he was just messing with you and succeeding at getting under your skin. Blade was quite the sadist, after all. He loved getting on your nerves. The smug expression on his face said it all. He was toying with you.

“Because I want to? I grew them in my garden. So, will you take them or not?”

The male thought for a moment. Not once in his entire lifetime had he dealt with an experience as awkward as this. No… he didn’t think you giving him flowers was an awkward gesture. Rather, he just felt that way because he didn’t know how to react. He’s been a man with a heavy burden on his shoulders weighing him down every day. His immortality constantly pressures him, causing his thoughts to consume his mind daily. He’s rarely experienced true happiness from gentle moments like these. He was just… unsure what to say.

Finally, he made up his mind. He reached his hand out, gently taking the flowers much to your surprise.

“…Thank you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness as you offered him a smile with your hands tied behind your back.

“You’re welcome~!”

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“Oh? What's this? The cold and tough Bladie has flowers? How interesting… I wonder who they’re from?” Kafka said with a teasing grin, watching as her companion walked silently down the halls with the bouquet in hand. “Did your s/o give them to you, perhaps?”

“…It’s none of your business.” He responded coldly, continuing his way to his room. It had been approximately two hours since you had given him the sweet gift and he refused to set it down in fear of them wilting. He didn't know how to care for them properly so he stuck to carrying them.

Once he was in the privacy of his quarters, he sat down on his bed and continued to stare at them with a slight curve of his lips. He gently caressed the petals of the roses, admiring how they were crimson, resembling the color of blood.

He loved it.

Blade smirked and admired them, entranced by their beauty. He never knew you were so talented at gardening. Perhaps he should return the favor to you someday and give you a gift. He never knew he was interested in roses until now.

Yes… they were beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.

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[sandara-and-coco]

₊˚⊹⋆ Hello! As promised it’s time for the girls ! ₊˚⊹⋆

Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills again to prepare these magical sandy rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further and just like the boys here’s a little story behind each design ;)

Nia - In a heartfelt request asked for a ring crafted in the essence of her dearest bloom, a symbol of love shared with her cherished one. Adorned with pink diamonds and fashioned from rose gold, it mirrors the sentiment embodied in the exquisite "Heart Blossom."

Grace - With a desire profound to gift her beloved a symbol of her unwavering support and sought to give them a keepsake to bear her essence wherever destiny may lead. Entrusting Sandara with the task, she envisioned a ring of pure white gold, cradling a gem akin to the one gracing her ears, a tangible testament to the boundless love she holds for her soulmate.

Catori - This ring was made with the very gold from the Golden Goose tokens at Catori's request so she could share a part of her passion with her promised one !

Venti - Came by with this special raw mineral she extracted herself asking Sandara to make the most unbreakable ring ever !

Amirah - Wanted a special ring to crystallize her emotions into a tangible treasure. She tenderly sought a ring that echoed the ethereal beauty of the Mountain Rose for her beloved.

Heidi - The architect of her own ring's design crafted a plan infused with finesse and elegant details, each element meticulously chosen to hold the strong bond she share with her soulmate.

Elsie - Envisioned for her loved one a ring that seamlessly blended elegance and practicality, a pretty jewel in shiny silver ornate with a deep blue gem that would also speak volumes about her journey with her beloved.

Jane - Wished for a jewel that could eloquently express her deep attachment to her most cherished one. The delicate butterflies adorning the piece carry a special message, symbol of their love and heralding a new beginning filled with boundless happiness and joyful moments yet to unfold !

Mi-An - Driven by a wish for her lover's prosperity and a testament to her diligent efforts in revitalizing Sandrock, commissioned a ring with a distinctive touch. In response, Sandara crafted a four-leaf clover adorned with enchanting green gems, a radiant embodiment of Mi-An's sincere emotions and her dedication to transforming their shared world into a flourishing oasis.

Hope the girls could win your hearts with these custom rings!

Again I had a great time making these for the fandom with the help of my fellow tumblr builders out here so big thanks to them too ♡

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #mtas nia #mtas grace #mtas catori #mtas venti #mtas amirah #mtas heidi #mtas elsie #mtas jane #mtas mi an #the girls rings are finally here 💍 #hope you will enjoy these customs one too ♡ #bachelorettes rings #rings project

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 2. cockwarming

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “a different kind of warmth”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up

pairing: swiss ghoul x gn!reader

a/n: swiss my beloved <3 slightly self indulgent because who doesn’t want this man’s dick inside them?

cw: nsfw content. cockwarming. tummy bulge. slight temperature play. swiss is a big boy

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“you feeling warm yet? i hope you are, because i’m not letting you off my dick anytime soon.” —❤︎

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one thing that really bugged you about winter was the absolutely unbearable temperature.

sure festivities are jolly and cheerful this time around, and gathering around a fireplace with your loved ones and a nice cup of hot cocoa was pleasant, but the sheer freezing temperatures were downright agonizing.

and that’s exactly what you were trying to avoid with a certain multi ghoul.

both you and swiss rushed into the halls of the ministry, opening the church doors with hastened desperation. swiss groaned heavily as he forcefully shut the doors, which were threatening to fly open from the pressure of the howling, crystal winds blowing through the gap between the doors.

swiss let a loud curse escape his lips and he locked the ministry doors, slamming the wooden beam down on its hinges, the sound resonating through the satanic halls.

“fuck! satan above the wind is extra bad this winter.” swiss cursed, aggravated by this obnoxious weather.

you also sighed heavily from annoyance, patting down the snow that clung to your clothes. you would’ve appreciated it’s pretty pearly color if it weren’t for the fact that you were freezing to death.

“yeah… shit the weather is bad tonight..” you uttered out, clinging onto your arms and rubbing them to try and generate some sort of warmth.

despite the many layers of warm clothing you were wearing, it somehow wasn’t enough for the piercing cold that shot all throughout your body. your fingers felt numb, lips were chapped from the harsh breezes, and your body was shivering violently.

swiss immediately took notice of your condition. as a ghoul, he wasn’t too affected by the cold weather. it was more of a nuisance to him.

you however, were a different story.

“shit— y/n, you’re shaking like a damn leaf.” swiss muttered softly, approaching your shaky form. you were practically curled up into yourself.

you just nodded weakly and leaned into the taller ghoul’s chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around your smaller frame protectively. “swiss… i’m so fucking cold..”

“i know, honey… come on, let’s get you to the lounging quarters.” swiss reassured you, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you through the stained-glass window halls.

the two of you eventually reached a corner in the ministry that was meant for relaxing and just lounging around. swiss set you down on one of the couches in front of the fireplace.

using his fire element, a flickering burst of flame swayed along his fingertips, carefully bringing it to the charred firewood. fire bloomed to life and the embers danced around it, creating a soft glow of heat that radiated into your body.

the feeling of warmth immediately resonated within your body. sighing heavily, you started to warm up a little, even taking off your winter coat and setting it aside to really feel the fire. it wasn’t much, but it was better than freezing your nuts off.

swiss sat to your side and wrapped his tail around your waist, before pulling you into his side with his arm. “feeling any better?”

you nodded. “a little… the fire is definitely helping.”

swiss hummed, and just drew your body closer to his, trying to use his fire element to warm you up a little, heat enamating from his body.

it certainly helped, but that still didn’t stop your body from shaking with the aftershocks of the cold. that little errand trip with swiss really had your body incredibly cold.

swiss frowned as he noticed you still weren’t completely warm. “y/n? are you alright?”

“i-i’m fine, swiss… just a little chilly..” you tried to reason, but swiss was not buying it.

you clearly were still heavily affected by the unforgiving winds of winter. swiss was racking his brain trying to figure out how to make you warmer.

instinctively, he drew his body closer to yours, wrapping his arms more tightly around you. both of your bodies pressed together rather intimately, making you squeak from the contact.

you liked that a little too much.

and swiss definitely noticed.

he looked down at your body, noticing how you clung to his chest. he definitely liked the closeness, and he couldn’t resist the smirk that grew onto his face. you looked so adorable, curled up into his hold like a little lamb.

suddenly, the multi ghoul got an idea.

“i think i know what to do that’ll help..” swiss whispered in your ear, his voice suddenly dropping to a more husky tone, which definitely caught you off guard.

before you could say much, his tail tightened around your waist, and swiss’ ghoulish nails gently traced shapes into your skin. those little touches already indicated something more… devious.

“i can personally warm you up real good… if you know what i mean.”

you knew how swiss got after all, these kinds of gestures meant something big was gonna happen.

“uh-huh…” you breathlessly whispered, your tone indicating you knew that something not-so-family-friendly was about to happen.

upon hearing those words, a look of lust clouded swiss’ piercing gaze, but it was subtle. he looked down at you and chuckled, licking his lips with his forked tongue.

wrapping his hands around your waist, he hoisted you up onto his lap. you sat yourself between his legs and got comfy, but shifting around against him caused swiss to groan from the friction.

“shit.” swiss cursed, already growing hard in his pants. “stop moving like that.”

“you’re the one that suggested we do this…” you whispered back. “don’t blame me for your rampant horniness.”

swiss just rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. the sudden movement made you gasp, and swiss’ other hand trailed down from your stomach to the hem of your pants.

“i’m doing you a favor by warming you up, baby.” swiss snarled out, yanking your pants down forcefully along with your underwear.

you just groaned from the feeling, and you could feel swiss’ hot and labored breath against your neck. while you were still shaking from the cold, the sudden temperature difference of swiss’ warmth against your ice cold body was enough to get you turned on.

swiss growled slightly and whispered again. “so you better sit pretty and stay still on my cock.”

his seductive words were alluring, you couldn’t help but moan softly. heat pooled in your stomach from the contact, and swiss snickered at you.

the multi ghoul moved his free hand to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers so his hardened cock could spring free. you could feel the head of it against your back, precum leaking from the tip.

“sit up.” swiss demanded, guiding your hips to hover over his lap, to which you gladly obliged. you sat over him, watching swiss adjust his position so you were over his dick.

and the multi ghoul didn’t waste any time. lowering your hips, swiss sat you down on his cock. the penetrating feeling of him being inside of you was enough to make you moan and writhe around slightly, heat already stirring within the core of your stomach.

swiss was big, and you were definitely feeling it. but it was enough to make a wave of warmth shoot between your legs.

“mmmmh.. s-swiss..”

“fuuckkk that’s it. relax, babe. you can take it.”

swiss fully set you down on his hard, throbbing dick. you could feel his huge engorged length pulse inside of you, and that only made your hole tighten around his shaft, feeling the entire thing just sit inside of you.

immediately you could feel a good amount of warmth resonating inside of your body, causing some of the shivering to subside. swiss’ hands were tight around your waist to keep you still, all while you squirmed on his lap, trying to find some friction.

the two of you moaned as you sat on his cock. your body was feeling so incredibly worked up, and the feeling hot and cold clashing inside of your body only made you whine in anticipation.

“s-swiss…” you whimpered out, feeling swiss’ size really start to effect you.

swiss panted, and pressed his hand against the bulge on your stomach, rubbing it gently. “shhh… it’s okay.. i got you..”

he leaned your head back against his shoulder, and you just let out needy whines and moans of pleasure. swiss was warming you up so good, and you just clamped so tightly around him.

swiss let out a string of curses as he felt you tighten around his dick. running a hand through your hair, you whimpered while he whispered in your ear, promising you something.

“you feeling warm yet? i hope you are, because i’m not letting you off my dick anytime soon.”

you nodded weakly, and just stayed sitting on his lap, feeling that hard cock keep you warm throughout the starry night.

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cherry wine - seungcheol

summary: country boy!cheol. a small country town, a kind man with loving eyes, and a beautiful woman who carries around all her memories in a notebook. you're in love with cheol even if you can't admit it, and he has something he so desperately wants to tell you. but you both stay quiet, thinking that's what's best. you have no idea how wrong you are.

word count: 7.1k

warnings: vague mentions of a car accident/memory loss, afab reader, ummm the end made me cry? so.

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it's tuesday. tuesday is the day your yard guy comes by. his name is seungcheol, but he likes to be called cheol. he's got coffee brown eyes and a sweet smile, and he talks about his fiancée so much it's almost annoying.

you have to remind yourself of these little facts about everyone in your life. you have to remind yourself of these little facts about your own life. you have a little yellow notebook you keep all your information in, and you leaf through it several times a day hoping it will jog your memory. the sticker of a honey bee on the front is already worn down from hours of you stroking it soothingly as you try to memorize the contents. you're reading through it now, reminding yourself that you and cheol have known each other for years. you went to school together, and you remember being little kids running around your house with him and some of the other neighbors.

the sound of cheol's truck driving down your gravel driveway pulls your attention from your little yellow notebook, and you head to the porch to wave to him like you do every tuesday. he waves back, hopping out of his truck with a happy smile on his face. he's early today, so you assume the joy in his eyes is residual from spending the morning with his beloved fiancée. you don't know much right now, but you do know one thing: you hate this woman.

whoever she is, whatever she does, you hate her. hate the way she makes cheol feel. hate the way he seems so thrilled to talk about her, to share stories of her so openly with this hopeful look in his eyes. you know that look. it's the same look your sister had before she got married, like she had the rest of her life ahead of her. cheol has that same look in his eyes today, and it makes your chest ache because you feel like you're running behind.

ever since your accident, you've felt that way a lot. you're behind in your recovery. you're behind on bills, the envelopes from the hospital piling up on your kitchen table. you're behind in life, this stupid injury leaving you with a life you need to rebuild and no idea how to do it.

after you wave to cheol, you shuffle back inside, the distant sounds of him pulling his lawn equipment from the bed of the truck soothing somehow. you like keeping a window open while he works, even though he scolds you for it. he tells you that you're letting in pollen and grass and dust, but you don't mind. you like the slow hum, and the smell of freshly cut grass has always made you feel at home. you wonder which cheol would prefer today, lemonade, sweet tea, or just plain water, and you head back to the porch to catch him before he cranks up the lawnmower.

he stops when he sees you waving for him, your hair blowing into your face at the last minute with a strong morning breeze. you're glad cheol came early today. it's gonna be a hot one, so hopefully he can finish up with your lawn quickly before the sun gets to be too much. he takes a few steps closer to your porch to hear you clearly, and he admires the way a soft southern accent adds a lilt to your words as you ask, "water, lemonade, or ice tea?"

"water today," he tells you. "extra ice."

"you got it," you nod. "it'll be on the kitchen table, just knock before you come in. i've got some cupcakes for you too, make sure you stop by on your way home so you can take them to that fiancée of yours."

"sure thing," he smiles back at you, the smallest pang in his chest at your words. he shakes it off quickly, the first drop of sweat trickling down his back sending him into motion. he gets to work, going over your yard once with the lawnmower before moving on to the weedeater. your house is one of his easiest stops, not just because he's been doing work for you and your family for years, but because it's so compact. easy to mow, so uniform when it's done. he always admires his finished work, standing by his truck when he's done and doing a once over to make sure he got everything. more often than not he catches you staring at him through your open window, and when he turns to the house to come claim his drink of the day he smiles to himself knowing you saw him catch you.

he packs up his equipment and then does the final part of his routine here. he stops by the sunflower patch just outside your bedroom window, and he picks the brightest flowers to bring inside and refresh the vase you keep by the door. it was something he did for your mom when he first started his business, and she just loved it. he knows you do too, so he hums a happy little song as he brushes his hands over the sunflowers, deciding on the best.

as promised, he knocks before entering, taking in a deep breath as he pushes through the screen door to the welcoming honeysuckle scent of your home. this is where you grew up, inheriting your parent's place once they became too old to care for it anymore. they're not far from you, and cheol is surprised he doesn't find your mom in the kitchen with you for once. after changing out the flowers by your door, he comes into the kitchen. he smiles and mumbles his thanks as he reaches for the frosty glass of water, taking a look around before commenting, "you've painted in here?"

"yeah," you confirm, following his gaze around the kitchen as you both stare at the newly yellow walls. "dad kept suggesting it, and we found this color the other day when i took him to the store for chicken wire."

"i can't believe your dad still keeps chickens at his age," cheol laughs, and you join him.

"believe me, it's fun to watch," you giggle, the sound like the tinkling of your wind chimes by the back door. "but i don't think that man will ever stop working on his little projects. he's going to keep farming or building or painting until his body gives out."

"i hope i'm in that good of shape when i'm his age," cheol says, and you smile. not wanting to keep him from his other jobs, you perk up when you remember the cupcakes.

"here, before you go," you say, and cheol takes one final gulp of water knowing this is you telling him to leave, "i put the cupcakes in an old cooler, so don't worry about bringing it back. i just hope they don't melt in the heat today."

"thanks y/n," he says graciously, taking the small cooler from your warm hands. "i really appreciate it."

"let me know if you like them," you demand as you see him out. "tried a new recipe, so."

"i bet they're perfect, as always," cheol compliments, and you hate the way it makes your cheeks splotchy with a girlish blush. you say your goodbyes, and you close the door behind him with your heart beating quickly in your chest.

yeah, you really hate his fiancée.

-

cheol comes back to return the cooler the next day, even though you told him not to. you were in the middle of a meaningless task for work when you heard that familiar sound of his truck in your driveway, and for a split second you have a flashback to this exact moment. you, at your desk in your office, somehow expecting the sound of cheol's truck outside. you shake it off, sure that it's just one of those phantom memories your doctor told you about. or it could be a memory of any other tuesday, who knows. what you know now is that cheol is knocking at your front door, hand pressed to the speckled glass and eyes peering into your home. he smiles when he sees a flash of your hair, then the smile widens as you open the door with a confused look on your face.

"what are you doing?"

"came to return this to you, miss," he says in an overly polite tone that you hate yourself for giggling at. he motions to your house and you welcome him in, watching him move through your living room to your kitchen like he's done it hundreds of times before. you follow him, leaving the door open to let in the almost autumn breeze. he's standing by your fridge, carefully taking something out of the cooler with his tongue poked between his lips in concentration. "where should i put this? can you open the fridge?"

"what is it?" you ask cautiously, knowing whatever is in there was most likely made by her. you don't want it in your house, but you can't let cheol know that. you have to be polite, so you rush to help him, opening the fridge as you take a look at the container.

"it's banana pudding," he replies. "i seem to remember this is somebody's favorite dessert."

"you get your information from a reliable source," you tell him, taking the container from his hands completely. screw it, even if his angel fiancée made this you could at least give it a taste. you can't resist banana pudding, after all. "so did you like the cupcakes?"

"did i?" he laughs, rinsing his hands at your sink. he notices there's no towel on the rack, yet somehow he knows where you keep the fresh ones, reaching into the nearby drawer to grab a fall themed cloth to dry his hands. weird, you think, but not weird enough for you to comment on it. he goes on, saying, "it's a good thing i do manual labor for work, or i'd have to move in at the gym to get rid of the mess all your sweet treats seem to put me in."

"oh please," you scoff. "you'd be fine either way." he would, you think. he's so muscly, naturally strong but toned from years of hard work. his thick arms and broad chest make you wonder what it feels like to be held by him, your head resting just above his heart as you fall asleep...

"good to know," he says softly, pulling your mind from that strange place of deja vu you seem to keep traveling to. he watches you, unsure of what to say next, and you worry that you've made him uncomfortable. thankfully, he changes the subject, motioning to the dish in front of you to ask, "you're not gonna try any?"

"oh, um, well i was," you start off, and he watches you like he's hanging on to every word. "but i was going to wait until you leave. i don't need you to see me eating this straight from the dish you brought it in."

"be my guest," he smirks, again so seemingly comfortable in your kitchen as he reaches into the correct drawer to retrieve two spoons. he hands you one and he looks at you for permission before taking a scoop out of the corner closest to him. he hums at the taste, one eye on you as you do the same. he sees the recognition cross your features and waits.

suddenly, you don't want to eat this banana pudding. it's making you sick, the taste so familiar to you it has your stomach turning. this is your mom's recipe, you'd know it even if you closed your eyes and plugged your nose. what is cheol doing with your family recipe? better yet, what is his fiancée doing with your recipe? does she not have her own family she can mooch off of, she has to come to yours instead? cheol watches these conflicted emotions cross your face, and he calls your name quietly. again, to save face and be polite, you look up with a forced smile and nod, assuring him that it's delicious.

"so good," you lie. "my compliments to your fiancée."

"oh, sure," he nods stiffly. the mood has changed, it's gone from comfortable to awkward, and you watch cheol quickly clean up after himself so he can leave.

"really, thank her for me," you say as cheol dries his hands on his pants while he walks back to the front door. "and thank you for bringing the cooler back, you didn't have to."

"it was nice coming by for a visit," he says quietly, a sort of sad look in his eyes.

"i hope this wasn't out of your way," you tell him, and he shrugs.

"i like your company."

"oh," you whisper. cheol lets out a low whistle as he pats his pockets for his keys, and then his hand is on the door. "um, cheol?"

"yeah?" he asks, turning around quickly to find you worrying the bracelet around your wrist. a gold chain with a single charm: a little honey bee. his eyes flick from the bracelet back to your face as you continue.

"um, where'd your fiancée get that recipe for the pudding?"

"it's a family recipe," he replies. "she got it from her mom."

"that's nice," you nod, looking at cheol and not wanting him to leave. "well, thanks again. see you next tuesday."

"next tuesday," he nods, closing the door behind him and letting out a deep breath as he walks to his car.

-

your mom is reading in her garden when she sees cheol's truck coming down the driveway. even the sound of the engine is tired, so when cheol emerges with a worn look on his face she sighs knowing that his visit today didn't do the trick.

"how did it go?" she calls as cheol gets out of his truck. he shrugs and walks toward her with something in his hand. when he's close enough your mom realizes it's sunflowers from your house.

"i think it just upset her," cheol says sadly, and your mom's heart constricts. he hands her the flowers anyway, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek in greeting. "it was a good idea though."

"aw, sugar, i'm sorry," she sighs, returning the kiss on cheol's opposite cheek. "i'll stop interfering, i'm afraid it always makes things worse."

"no ma'am," he shakes his head. "if you think of anything that can get her to remember me i need to try it. i want my girl back."

"we'll get her there," your mom reassures him. "i'm not due for any yard work, so did you come over just to give me these flowers?"

"no, i'm being a little selfish," cheol says as he shuffles his feet in the pebbled path. he keeps staring at the rocks he's pushing around as he says, "i don't have any other jobs today, but i don't want to go back home yet." he looks up at your mom then, lopsided smile on his face. "i miss her so much. figured seeing you and dad would make me feel better."

"bless your heart," your mom coos, patting cheol's cheek. "dad's out in the shed if you want to go do something manly."

"yes ma'am," he nods happily before loping off to the backyard.

when you and cheol first started dating, your parents were your biggest cheerleaders. they've loved cheol like their own since you were kids, so when you two became a couple it's like fate was taking its course. he took care of you, protected you, and worked hard to give you the life you deserved. you looked out for each other, your love so sweet it could rot the teeth of anyone watching. it broke your parents' hearts almost as much as cheol's to watch you forget him.

at first you didn't recognize him after the accident, asking who he was in the hospital and nodding in understanding when he answered. then one day you called your mom in a panic that there was a man in your house. it was cheol getting ready for work, but you sounded so scared everyone thought it was best for cheol to head back to his parent's for a little while. the doctor said this was normal, that it was best to be patient and wait for you to come around.

it's been weeks since that happened, and cheol is getting tired of it. your mom is tired of it too, sick of this limbo she knows you're in. that's why she suggests little things, like sending cheol over to you for yard work, house work, and sometimes just to jog your memory. that's what the banana pudding was for, but she's got a lump in her throat ever since cheol said it made you upset. she'll keep thinking of ways for him to stop by and check on you, and hopefully one day soon it'll all click.

-

since the accident, you haven't had to go into the office much. they've been really flexible with you, helping you get set up with a home office and transitioning a lot of meetings to virtual so you can be there. every once in a while you do have to go in, and usually your parents are able to take you. today though, your boss asked you to come in last minute and you don't want to bother anyone with this. it is a tuesday, which means you won't get your weekly cheol visit. oh well, right?

except you're running late, an old habit your memory problems have not interfered with. you're on your way out the door when cheol pulls up, and he looks happy to see you. it makes your heart flutter, but you can't get distracted now. you wave to him like always but continue on your way to your car parked under the big oak tree next to your house. you're busy balancing everything into one hand so you can unlock the door, so you don't see cheol rushing up behind you.

"hey y/n!" he calls, a nervous lilt in his voice. "whatcha doin?"

"hey cheol," you greet him politely. "sorry, i'm running late for work. i owe you two drinks next week."

"you're driving there?" he asks, hoping he sounds casual and that you can't tell his heart is racing. the last time you drove was the day of the accident, so understandably the idea of you behind the wheel distresses him.

"yeah, figured it was time to start getting back to normal," you say as you turn to fully face cheol. he looks concerned. "why, what's up?"

"um, nothing," he replies, looking between you and his truck.

"really cheol," you push. "i know you. you look worried. what's wrong?"

"let me drive you," he says, and before you can even protest he adds, "it's not an offer, y/n. i'm driving you."

"no, cheol, that's too much to ask-"

"stop it," he shakes his head. "your yard doesn't need work today anyway. consider this my job for the morning."

"fine, but next week i owe you two drinks and a meal."

"sounds perfect," cheol smiles at you, grabbing your work bag so you can carry your coffee. he leads the way to his truck, opening the door for you with a flourish. you can't help but giggle, an extra pep in cheol's step as he crosses to the driver's seat. once you're both settled, cheol hands you his phone to put in the directions and you notice his homescreen. it's a picture of his hand holding one slightly smaller with the most beautiful engagement band on the ring finger.

"pretty," you acknowledge, and cheol smiles awkwardly. "she must love it."

"yeah," he nods curtly. "it was her grandmother's, so it means a lot for her to have it. meant a lot for me to propose with it, i think it was a sign that the family really accepted me as one of their own."

"that's sweet," you nod back, handing him his phone with your work address pulled up. "um, quick question though, if you're taking me to work, how am i supposed to get home?"

"i'll come get you," he shrugs. you watch him curiously as he looks back to reverse, and you admire his jawline long enough that he catches you staring. "what?"

"nothing, i just...won't your fiancée mind?" you ask. "i can just call my mom-"

"i can pick you up," cheol repeats, holding your gaze for maybe a moment too long. you look away with a blush, and you two sit in silence for a while as cheol follows the directions on his phone. you get a couple miles down the street before he says, "you can play the radio if you want. or a cd, i've got some in the glovebox. whatever you want."

"ooo, i wanna know what you listen to," you decide, leaning forward to dig through cheol's measly cd collection. you only crack a few jokes, overall pleased with his choices, until you come across one of your favorite cds. "oh my god."

"what?" cheol asks with concern in his voice. he looks over to find you staring at him, mouth agape, and he laughs. "what?"

"this is my favorite cd," you tell him, and he hums. "no, cheol, this is my favorite cd. and my copy of it has been missing. are you stealing from me?"

"no," he laughs again, keeping one hand on the wheel as he grabs the case from you to put the cd in. "this is, um, this is my fiancée's favorite album, so i keep a copy of it in here for her."

"she has good taste," you tease, turning the volume up. cheol hands the case back to you, and you stop. you joked about him stealing from you, but now you think he's lying. the back of the case is cracked and taped back over, and you have a vivid memory of stepping on this very cd and freaking out thinking you'd snapped the disc in two. you shake it off though, wondering if somehow you'd lent cheol your copy of it. anyway, cheol singing along to one of your favorite songs distracts you. he's trying to hide a smile as he sings, glancing at you to make sure you're joining him. he even starts beating his fingers in time on the steering wheel, and you think going in to work every day wouldn't be so bad if this is how you got there.

-

while you're at work, there's an awful rainstorm. the parking lot at your office floods a little it's so bad, and cheol calls to check in with you halfway through the day.

"hello?" you whisper, trying to keep your voice low to not disturb your coworkers.

"what's wrong?" cheol whispers back, and you laugh.

"nothing? you called me, what's wrong with you?"

"no, why are you whispering?" he clarifies with a chuckle. "they holding you hostage at this job of yours?"

"no, i might actually get to leave early," you tell him. "the storms are so bad my boss wants us all to head home during the lull in the forecast soon."

"how soon?" he asks. "i can leave now and be there when you're ready-"

"no, cheol, i'm not letting you drive in this rain," you cut him off, and even though you can't see him you imagine him shaking his head, which is exactly what he's doing. "one of my coworkers offered to drive me, she lives pretty close-"

"y/n, no way," cheol cuts you off this time. memories of your accident flash through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. he's not letting anyone except himself drive you in these conditions. "no. i'm coming to get you. just tell me when you're almost done and i'll head that way."

"fine," you sigh. "i'll text you, but it'll be about two hours."

"i'll be there," he says, and you can tell he's smiling. you let your cheeks warm and heart pick up speed knowing he cares for you so much. you hang up with a giddy feeling in your chest and your eyes glued to the clock until it's time to leave.

-

a man of his word, cheol is waiting for you when you get off work. despite the rain, he runs out of his truck with an umbrella to meet you at the door and walk you to the passenger side. in the chaos of the pouring rain you miss the happy stares from your coworkers.

"all good?" cheol calls over the pitter patter once you're seated in the truck, and when you nod he closes the door for you before rushing to the driver's side. "this rain is awful."

"yeah, and nobody knows how to drive in the rain," you commiserate. you don't see the way cheol's hands tighten around the steering wheel, and you can't notice the way his heart speeds with nerves as he carefully drives you home. a ways down the road you chuckle at him, his eyes never straying from the road but a curious raise of his eyebrows prompting you to say, "you're being so careful, cheol. you can drive a little faster, i'm sure you wanna get home to your girl."

"i'm in no rush," he mumbles, intense focus never wavering. it's a longer, quieter ride than this morning, but you enjoy it nonetheless. cheol looks so handsome when he drives, and the way he's so focused makes him clench his jaw in a way that makes your stomach flip. you take turns stealing glances at each other, never once catching the other's eye. cheol looking to make sure you're alright, you committing the slope of his nose, the plump of his lips, every single eyelash, all to memory.

finally, you make it back to your house. thankfully, the rain let up at the end, but cheol lets out a low whistle when he sees the state of your yard after all the rain and wind.

"good lord," you mumble yourself, getting out of the truck to land directly in a puddle of mud. you whine loudly, cheol rushing to your side and trying to hide a smile when he sees your predicament.

"oops," he teases, and you reach for him to help steady you.

"these are brand new shoes," you grumble, stepping out carefully so you don't lose them to the mud. with your hands in cheol's you look around at your yard and sigh. "the storm did a number on me, didn't it?"

"sure did," cheol nods solemnly. "guess i'll have to stop by tomorrow to check on everything. i'll pick up some of these branches too."

"you have time for that?" you ask him, and he nods.

"always have time for my favorite customer," he smiles, squeezing your hands as he says, "now let's get you inside and wash those shoes off."

cheol leaves you on the porch to rinse everything off with the hose, ducking inside to bring you a towel. you forget to tell him where you keep the bath towels, but he comes out with a clean one anyway. you take it graciously, drying yourself as you look sadly at your shoes.

"i'm afraid they might be ruined," you pout, and cheol picks one up to inspect it.

"nope," he shakes his head. "they just need to dry and then maybe get a shine and you'll be alright."

"you think?" you ask, assessing them yourself. you shrug and decide it's a problem to deal with later, because you catch the time on your phone and gasp. "oh my god, it's past dinnertime. cheol, i'm sorry i kept you so long!"

"don't worry about it," he shakes his head, deciding then to test the waters a little more. "i'm, uh, i'm flying solo tonight, so all you're doing is keeping me from an empty house."

"oh, really?" you ask, and he nods. you can tell something changed in the way he's looking at you, but you don't want to pry.

"yep, it's just me and my books tonight."

"what have you been reading lately?" you ask him as you gather your things to head inside. he holds the screen door open for you, following you inside like a lost puppy, eyes big and adoring. "the doctor told me i should try reading again soon, said it might help with my focus and retention or something."

cheol has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying, yeah i remember that, but he's able to hum in agreement and explain the plot of the book he's reading instead. it's one of your books, a story he remembers you talking about for months after you read it. he keeps talking as you flit around your house, his eyes never leaving you as he speaks. cheol finishes once you've put all your things away, and now you both stand awkwardly in the living room.

"well, if it ends up being good you'll have to bring it to me," you tell him, and he nods sadly, if that's possible. he sucks a breath in and pats his legs, his usual sign that he's about to go. something inside you tells you not to let him leave, so as he turns, a goodbye on his lips, you call out, "cheol, wait!" he whips around, heart in his throat as he waits for you to say what he's wanted to hear for so long. "don't go, stay."

"st-stay?" he stutters out, and you nod.

"yes, please stay for dinner," you continue, and cheol visibly relaxes. he doesn't know how he'll react when you finally remember him, but every glimmer of hope you've given him always makes him tense up just to be let down. he smiles regardless, replying, "i'd be happy to."

you figure having cheol for dinner will be thanks enough for his help today, but he's proving to be a bothersome guest. well, it's not a bother, really. he just keeps trying to help, offering to chop for you, to clean the chicken, to do anything you might let him. you try bumping him out of the way with your hip, but he just bumps you back. he won't leave your side, and you don't mind per se. there's just something nagging at the back of your mind, and it won't let you enjoy this moment fully.

you try shaking it off anyway, holding a spoon out for cheol as you ask him to taste. your heart skips a beat watching his lips wrap around the spoon, your hand below his chin to catch any drippings. his eyes flutter closed at the taste, and when you ask if it needs anything he assures you it's perfect.

"i love cooking for you," you tell him as you start turning everything off, getting ready to serve. "no matter what it is, you always make it seem like the most delicious thing you've ever had."

"because it always is?" he replies, and you roll your eyes.

"go sit at the table, i'll bring the food over."

"i'll get the drinks," he ignores you, opening the freezer to bring out an ice tray before finding two glasses. you smile at his choice, your favorite cups in his hands. one is printed with sunflowers, the other with a honey bee. they weren't made together, but they match somehow. you don't use them often, only bringing them out when your parents are over, because you don't like to separate them. cheol catches you smiling at him, and you're surprised to see him blush. he clears his throat as he asks, "um, sweet tea or...?"

"sweet tea," you confirm as you place some of the food on the table. cheol set it for you already, a plate for you at your mom's old spot and a place for cheol at your dad's. cheol brings the drinks over then, pulling your chair out for you as he says he'll bring over the rest of the food. you start dishing out food to him first, and he makes a precious sound when he sees the piles you've left for him.

"you think i eat like a caveman or something?" he jokes. "this is too much."

"too bad," you shrug. "you can take home what you don't eat," you tell him, but you both know he'll end up with a clean plate pretty soon. you eat in silence for a while, and it makes your heart hurt when you realize how nice this moment is. how nice it must be to share dinner with someone you love every night. you're pulled from your thoughts by cheol asking something, and you have to get him to repeat himself before it processes.

"what's that?" he asks again, nodding toward the chair at the end of the table. there's obviously a large bag sitting in it dauntingly, and you swallow hard before explaining to cheol what it is.

"it's, um, it's all the things i had with me in the crash. dad finally got it from the junkyard a couple weeks ago, but i haven't been able to go through it yet."

"that must be hard to think about," cheol says, and you nod.

"thankfully, i don't remember much from that day, but i do remember being scared," you say as you stare at the bag. "i guess i'm just afraid to look through everything because it might make me remember things i'd rather stay forgotten."

"um, i could help, if you ever decide, um, to go through it," cheol says carefully. "i could be here for moral support, you know."

"thanks, but i think i need to do that by myself," you smile at him, reaching out to squeeze his hand without thinking. you stare at your hand on top of his, eyes flitting nervously until you catch sight of his plate. you pull away and reach for it, asking, "guess you don't need to take anything to go, huh?"

"you were right, i did need all that food," cheol agrees. "chicken and dumplings is one of my main food groups, so i should've known i'd finish it all."

"i'll remember that," you nod as you take his plate with yours to the kitchen. "i'm sorry i don't have any dessert but i could make-"

"oh hush," cheol scolds. "you must be tired, don't even think about doing anything else." he stands and brings your cups over, taking one last sip out of the sunflower glass before he says, "i should really get going though. don't wanna get caught in the next storm."

"sure," you agree, hyperaware of how close cheol is to you. if you really wanted, you could reach out and brush his chin, bring his lips down to yours...

"so i'll be over around lunch tomorrow to check on your flowers and everything," he says and you nod while he adds, "and don't think you need to repay me with a cake, or a five star meal, or-"

"i get it, i get it," you laugh. "i'll have a glass of something cold ready for you though."

"looking forward to it," he smiles.

-

after cheol left, you thought it might be nice to read for a little bit with the sound of the rain in the background. before that though, you get out your little yellow notebook and jot down cheol's love for chicken and dumplings on one of the earliest pages in the book. you look over the information again, all of it seared into your memory. it was hard to read at first because you were unfamiliar with the handwriting, and you initially worried maybe yours had changed after the accident. then you remembered your mom encouraging you to use the notebook more, and you just assumed each page was started with her filling in the information. once you finish writing about cheol, doing this now more out of habit than anything else, you close the notebook and stroke your thumb over the worn honey bee sticker on the front. you eventually put it down and pick up your book, determined to read until your eyes get droopy.

you get comfortable on the couch, an old quilt made by some family member draped around you, the perfect reading condition. but you can't stop thinking about the bag with all of your things in it, waiting for you, staring at you from across the room. you try focusing one last time, but you end up huffing your way back into the kitchen to grab the bag and bring it back to your couch. with a few deep breaths, you carefully peer in, and you see a few bits and bobs that must have been loose in your car. old lip gloss, half used hand sanitizer. so far it's not too bad, just proving that you maybe need to be a tidier person going forward. there's a crumpled up t shirt that you lift to reveal a purse you recognize as yours, and you hold your breath as you lift it out. you clear everything else from around you, organized into piles of trash and things to keep. so far so good, you think.

the purse in your lap is another story, though. a quick look at it reminds you of the crash, trying to tug it free from deep within the wreckage to find your phone. the strap is broken because of that, some scratches to the leather too that show its history. all of the important things had been recovered when you were rushed to the hospital, your phone and wallet mostly the only items of concern. as you go through the purse, you unravel every receipt, every movie ticket, each one showing proof of two meals, two tickets to the same theatre, all things that confuse you at first. you could've gone with friends or family, so that's not too strange.

you keep digging, humming in confusion when you pull out a loyalty card to a men's hair salon. it's just down the road, past cheol's house, so maybe you went there a few times to save yourself a trip into town? who knows. you toss it into the trash pile, continuing on. next is a note, signed by cheol, saying something about the yard. he must have stuck it in your mailbox one day when you were gone, because it starts out "sorry i missed you..." the message itself isn't weird, it's the handwriting that catches you off guard. it's the same as the handwriting that started each page in your yellow notebook. but it couldn't be...could it?

you find loose coins, way too many empty gum packets, and discarded mints. your purse is almost empty now, most of its contents just trash that's accumulated on your coffee table. you hoist your purse over the pile, shaking it upside down to get out the last few stragglers. what falls out makes your blood run cold, the purse falling from your grasp to the floor below. you'd found a couple pieces of stray jewelry, so the ring that fell out shouldn't be a surprise. but it is. it's familiar in a way that makes you feel sick, a memory from earlier today crossing your mind.

why do you have cheol's fiancée's engagement ring?

you pick it up tentatively, afraid somehow the metal will burn your fingers, but it's just cold to the touch. you hold it carefully, letting it shine in the light as you stare at it, worried. you trace the diamonds, fingers catching on the gold detailing. you wonder briefly what it would look like if...no. you can't put it on. it's not your ring! and yet, when you slip it over your ring finger, hand extended in front of you to admire the way it gleams, your mind flashes back to dinner tonight, your hand on top of cheol's. that image in your mind looks awfully similar to cheol's lockscreen, the photo of his fiancée's hand in his, this ring on her finger.

with shaky hands, you reach for your phone and make a call. you need answers, and you need them now.

-

the next day, you're anxious as all get out waiting for cheol to come by at lunch. he promised he would, so you know not to expect him any earlier or any later. you can barely focus on your work, eyes constantly checking for a truck on the horizon and ears hyperfocused for any sound outside that could be cheol.

finally. finally, a little after one, you hear the familiar sound of cheol's truck rambling down your gravel drive. you can't help it, you don't want to wait. you rush to the front door and tear it open, bare feet hitting the stairs and then the ground fast and hard as you rush out to meet him.

cheol sees you running, a frantic look in your eyes, and he stops the car immediately, jumping out to see what's wrong. you reach him halfway up the drive, chest heaving, eyes sparkling, and something glinting on your hand in the sunlight. cheol stares at you, not able to stop and ask what's wrong because you crash into him, making him stumble back and bump into his truck. your arms wrap around him in a vice grip, like you'll never let him go. cheol is confused for a moment, but then he melts into your touch, tears shyly reaching the tips of his eyelashes as he realizes what's going on.

"cheollie," you whisper into his neck, and his heart bursts with joy. cheol squeezes you back just as hard, if not harder, lifting you up into his arms so your legs have to wrap around his waist. you nuzzle your face into his neck, the warmth of his skin feeling like home. you press your lips against his skin, whispering, "cheol. cheollie. my cheol."

"my honey bee," he whispers back, tears freely falling now as he pulls away to reach for your chin. he pulls your gaze up to his eyes, smiling so hard his face might split. "my girl. you're back."

"i never left," you reply, nudging his nose with yours.

"i missed you terribly."

"then come home," you tell him, and he crashes his lips into yours, the kiss a mess of tears and happy laughs and teeth.

cheol can't believe it. he's got his honey bee back, and you've finally got your sunflower.

#choi seungcheol #seungcheol #scoups #seventeen #scoups imagine #scoups fluff #scoups one shot #choi seungcheol imagine #choi seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol one shot #scoups x reader #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups fic #choi seungcheol fic

[bomberqueen17]

letters

So in 1944 my grandpa got tuberculosis. It was bad enough that they sent him to a sanitarium up in the Adirondacks for a rest cure, which was what was recommended at the time. He'd been married to my grandmother for just a little while; they had a son, my uncle, and she was pregnant with my dad.

While he was there he wrote letters daily. He wrote a lot of letters, I think, to his parents and sister and friends. But the ones he sent to his wife, my grandma, she kept.

I don't know the chronology of it all, but after Grandma died, probably my dad found the packet of letters, as he was the one who went through her effects-- might have been his little sister, my aunt. Anyway the packet got circulated around, and then came back to my dad, who carefully organized all of the letters into a binder with individual plastic archival sleeves. Someone asked after them recently, and Mom found them and pulled them out. I was over there today, feeding her cat while she's on vacation, and so I leafed through them.

Grandpa's handwriting is similar, a bit, to my late father's, so I was able to read it reasonably easily. He started strong, the first letter he recounts how he fared in the rainstorm he'd apparently left home in, and then asks how Grandma fared.

How are you, my Baby? Did your schooner of sleep bear you safely thru the storm? If it didn't then you won't be reading this sorry excuse for a letter.

In that same letter he goes on to say,

Zounds! How can I create in this infernal bedlam? All the patients are up (as far as possible) and braying, the phone is ringing, Ma is delivering the Gettysburg Address + Pa is making more noise with a piece of wrapping paper than I could make with a hammer and a piece of steele [sic].

It rapidly escalates from there, and in a later letter he explains that the rest cure was so boring he had literally nothing to do, nothing to write home about, and so in an effort to keep from dwelling on how much he hated it there, he would write these flowery, possibly-repetitive love letters, because he simply had nothing else to talk about.

Your accounts of the marital woes of the [illegible, probably neighbors] are really hair-raising, but I don't think that the happiness of our marriage is due entirely to good fortune. As I have always said, we were made for each other a long, long time ago and our hearts refused to love anyone until the right one came along.

Looking at the postmarks, I realized they dated from right around the time of my father's birth, so I found the one that was sent the day after Dad was born, and it did not disappoint.

My beloved Words cannot express just how I feel this morning; I am all mixed up. You are so wonderful that sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve you. You are the one who is increasing our fortunes, for truly our children are the treasures that make us rich. You are so brave, so cool that I hold you in undying amazement. I am sure of one thing, My Darling; I know your sons will love you, not just because you are their mother, but for your own precious self, for the truly great woman you are. For the ordeal you have gone thru to bring these precious lives into being, rest assured of the eternal devotion of your menfolk. Last night all I could think of was you. I heard the night train coming into the station and my heart said "Run, run and catch the train before it is too late. Run to your loved ones and to hell with the results. Run, let nothing keep you from their sides." But my head said, "No, don't undo all that has been done. They also serve who stand and wait. Wait, and by so doing, prove your love to be more than the reckless love of youth, prove it to be the wise, guiding love that lives on long after passion has spent itself and thus spent, dies." And so I waited and the train left without me + my heart hated me for it.

Oh boy I cried, I sure did. (I had to look it up; "They also serve who only stand and wait" is from John Milton's Sonnet XIX.)

He always uses beloved or darling or somesuch as the salutation, but he often refers to her as Red within the text of the letters, because she had red hair. He occasionally made saucy references to their sex life, elsewhere in the letters. But mostly it's absolutely banger shit like this:

My thoughts and deeds, my smiles and tears, my happiness, my loneliness, my joy, my sorrow, my every breath, yea, even the final beat of my loving heart are poor blossoms placed on my altar of adoration, raised in humble gratitude to you.

Her name was Margaret, and I never knew her to have any nicknames, she just went by her name. Except to him, apparently. But as for him-- his government name was John, as was my father's, but my father never had to have a nickname, because there was never a day in his life Grandpa went by John. His name was Buddy, everyone called him Buddy, and he signed his letters as Buddy.

He died in January of 1978 of complications related to the damage to his lungs from the tuberculosis (not directly, but it was related). Grandma was standing in the hallway of the hospital, watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up so he could meet my older sister, his third grandchild. He never did meet her.

She died in 2002 of congestive heart failure; I'd spent much of the preceding week with her and she'd spoken mostly of him.

#family lore #letters #history i guess

[dawneternal]

I Have Loved You For the Last Time

Sad Eris ✅

Gay Eris ✅

Soft boy Eris ✅

Based on the theory that Mor and Eris had secretly agreed to a lavender marriage. Forgot Eris's hounds are supposed to be big don't roast me

TW: angst, homophobia, loss of a loved one, inner circle critical (from Eris' perspective)

Word Count: 1.4k

Eris pulled his scarf up to cover his nose and nuzzled into it. The autumn wind was bitingly cold today, as if it was also restless with grief. It pressed against him as he walked, as if to say

we know we know we know

The sun cast golden light along the path, illuminating each fallen leaf with tender care. Bare tree branches twisted into a sparse canopy, fracturing the sunshine as it fell. The bittersweet smell of decaying leaves mingled with the scent of distant swaying wheat fields. All carried on that fluttering wind.

Eris looked down at the hound that walked by his side, donning a little plaid cloak to protect against the cold. So content to follow him wherever he went, looking up at her master every once in a while with only admiration and eagerness in her eyes. The most loyal creature he had ever met.

The path curved toward the edge of the woods and Eris pushed through the wards at the treeline. He entered the protection of the little clearing and let out a deep sigh. From the outside, the clearing was empty. If his father, or anyone else, ever tried to enter it they'd be struck with a sudden headache so fierce they'd forget what they were doing in the first place.

But Beron would never bother with this corner of the autumn court. A place where the High Lady used to play in her childhood. Inside it, hidden from prying eyes, sat the ruins of a beloved hand-made play house. And beside it, two gravestones.

There were no bodies buried here, only the stones for visiting and remembering. Away from cruel brothers and guards who would only ever be loyal to the High Lord. Away from that complex world of secrets and games, weaving as wide as the halls of the sprawling Forest House and wider all the time. Here, it could be simple for a moment.

Eris ran his hand across one of the gravestones and murmured a blessing. His fingertips brushed over the name carved into it.

Jesminda

He wondered about her sometimes. What her family had been told about her death. If they knew anything at all, if they blamed Lucien for it. Nevertheless, the flowers he had sent to Jesminda's family on her birthdays were always anonymous. It was something he did more for himself than anyone else. But he did it anyways, though it did little to lessen the deep well of guilt inside him. Neither did enchanting the flowers that grew on her grave to never wilt or die. Forever blooming, like Jesminda was supposed to be.

Eris knelt on the ground before the other gravestone. His hound sat next to him and leaned into his side, as if she remembered what it meant when they came here and knew he would need the support. Eris mindlessly stroked the little beast's fur and lost himself in his memories.

This second stone was not marked. He could not have anyone carve it. Some knew of Jesminda's story -- Lucien's young love and her untimely death. But no one would ever know of Sebastian, the one who held Eris's heart. No one but Beron. And Lucien, the nosy busybody.

It was Beron's doing that no one knew of Sebastian. Jesminda, he could turn into an example. But Sebastian's existence infuriated and shamed Beron so thoroughly that he had any evidence of his life wiped from the Autumn Court. Like mud scrubbed from the palace's polished floors.

Sometimes Eris wondered if his father had gone as far as to have Sebastian's family's memories erased. If Beron had known that his youngest son was in on the secret, Lucien would surely have been made to forget. But Beron would not make Eris forget. Eris's punishment was to remember.

Of course, it was Eris's fault. He thought he could juggle it all, keep it all secret and safe. But Beron had found the one loose thread and pulled until he had discovered the whole truth and Sebastian was lost to him forever. Perhaps part of him had hoped Beron would not react so terribly. After all, Sebastian was from a noble family. He was proper and polite and trained perfectly. An ideal match for a High Lord. Except, of course, that he was male.

A tear slipped down Eris's cheek. This was the reason for the impenetrable wards. So he could let his tears fall and not immediately be torn apart. He let out a bitter laugh as he remembered his reputation -- cold, petty, and unfeeling. And yet here he was, crying over the empty grave of his lost love and a lesser fae girl he had barely known.

It was Morrigan who had started that reputation, keeping his character in a chokehold with the stories she spread about him. Twisted and incomplete, painting him in such a cruel light.

Such dark bitterness filled him with the memory of the Night Court. He thought about them often, more than they deserved. More than he wanted to. Like it was a habit.

That infernal inner circle, drunk on happiness that he would never have. Even brooding Azriel had more tenderness in his life than Eris could ever hope for. Azriel, who had wrapped his hands around Eris's throat and kept squeezing, even as Eris laid still and did not fight back. He had not wanted to spit those venomous words. Had not wanted to taste them in his mouth. But Beron was always watching, and he must keep up the appearance of a grudge against Morrigan, his "ruined" bride. So Eris let himself be Azriel's punching bag just for the show, knowing that he deserved it anyways.

But then Azriel had the gall to act like a wounded animal, comforted and calmed by the High Lady. He had sat by her, been served by her. And none of their circle seemed to see how ridiculous it looked, watching them all play house together at a High Lord's meeting. It was a joke, all of it.

And he wanted it. All of it.

An inner circle that would die for him. A mate that would tear apart courts for him. A city of peace filled with lovely trivial things, plagued by only the smallest of worries.

"You're all I've got, Marigold," He whispered to his hound as she laid her head in his lap. "You're my inner circle."

Eris shook all thoughts of the Night Court from his head as he noticed a glint of Emerald green among the goldenrods planted over Sebastian's grave. He pulled a little velvet box from among the flowers and golden ring blinked back at him when he opened it.

He held it close to his eye to examine, and found that a word had been carved into the inside of the ring. Written in an old and mostly dead language. Memories came to him of he and Lucien learning that language to use as a code, one their father couldn't read.

Sebastian.

A smile tugged at his lips. When he slipped the ring on his finger, it vanished completely. It looked as if he wore nothing at all. He had no idea how long it had been there waiting for him, but the metal of the enchanted ring reminded him of a certain redhead's golden eye. The only other one who knew of this place and what Eris had lost. If it wasn't him, then the ring was not a gift at all but a threat from someone who had discovered his deepest secret.

He held the ring in his palm for Marigold to inspect. She gave it sniff and turned away disinterested. Golden light filled Eris's chest. It had been left by Lucien.

In the blink of an eye, the world became much less bleak. The air even felt a bit warmer. He leaned forward to press a kiss to the gravestone and then stood,  Marigold immediately at attention by his side. He said goodbye with his usual prayer and slipped the ring on his finger, practically skipping back to the forest path. And he clung tightly to that sunrise in his heart. The closest thing to hope he could allow.

Mother hold you. May you pass through the gates and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil, feel no pain. Go and enter eternity.

#eris #pro eris vanserra #acotar #eris vanserra #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #eris fanfic #acotar fanfic #eris fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #gay eris #eris acotar #eris acosf #soft eris #lucien #Lucien vanserra #jesminda #jesminda acotar #rhysand #azriel #autumn court

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

[misshoneyimhome]

Okay I need a lil bit of holiday angst followed by fluff, I’m thinking he’s on the phone with Alex and they’re prepping for the Nylander clan to arrive in Toronto for Christmas! Now you’ve met the family and adore them but you’ve never spent a holiday together and you’re excited as you think this is a huge step in your relationship! So you arrive back home from gift shopping and he’s on the phone and you’re about to pop in to say hello but you overhear him saying how he feels a little apprehensive and doesn’t know how he feels about you joining in on their holiday, big ouch you feel as though you’re rushing into the family and feel badly about planning this whole business, now if you stayed to listen longer you’d know it’s because he knows how much you live your family and he feels bad for keeping you from them for the first time at Christmas and he’s anxious because he wants to make it a perfect first Christmas together as it won’t be the last…but boy has some explaining to do when he finds you crying in your shared bedroom amongst his family’s presents😭

Oh yes! Nothing says Christmas more than a little holiday misunderstanding 😅 bb, I hope this comes somewhere close to your idea, and that you’ll enjoy a little bit of soft!Willy as he tries to comfort his girlfriend ❤️

Words count: 2.3+

・✶ ｡ﾟ

My Only Wish

"Okay, I think that's the final one," you quietly murmured to yourself while checking your list twice. And then with a contented grin, you set off for home after a successful Christmas shopping spree. 

Meanwhile you’d been out hunting for gifts, your boyfriend William Nylander was busy getting things ready for his family's visit.

This Christmas marked your first year celebrating it together, and although it felt like a significant step in your relationship, it just felt right. You and William had been dating for almost two years, and an official couple for almost just as long, so spending the holidays together seemed like a natural decision.

Initially, you were a bit unsure about skipping your usual family Christmas, but with work commitments looming with important meetings on the 22nd and William's home hockey match on the 23rd it made more practical sense to stay put in Toronto. Besides, William had extended an invitation to almost his entire family to join in the celebrations.

Or perhaps, it could have been his sisters' insistence to have everyone together that pushed the plan forward. Nonetheless, they were all set to arrive on the 22nd, catch the Leafs playing against the Blue Jackets on the 23rd, and then Alex would fly in from Pittsburgh, giving you all ample time from the 24th to the 27th to enjoy the Nylander family's company. And this year, you were to be a part of it all.

You were absolutely thrilled. Christmas was your favourite time of the year, and there was nothing you wanted more than to spend those days with your beloved boyfriend. You'd found him the perfect present, or maybe even presents, and you'd also sorted gifts for all his family members.

Despite William's insistence that you shouldn't spend all your time and money on gifts for his family, you couldn't help yourself nor contain your excitement. You were simply too eager and joyous about the upcoming celebrations.

You adored his family, and it seemed they felt the same way about you.

William surprised you by introducing you to them rather swiftly, which was unexpected as he wasn't usually the type to share his personal life so soon. But he was simply immensely proud to have you as his girlfriend, and he just hadn’t been able to resist mentioning you to them. So soon after, he pulled you into a family video call for a virtual introduction. Then, during the following off-season, you spent almost two months in Sweden with all his family and friends.

Returning to the condo, you struggled to unlock the front door while juggling numerous bags and holding your phone in your mouth, but eventually managed to push it open.

"Hey babe," you greeted softly upon entering, but there was no response from William.

Thinking he might be in the bathroom, you carefully set the bags down before removing your coat and shoes. But just as you were about to call out once more, William's voice echoed from the living room.

"I don't know, Alex," you heard William's voice sounding rather intense, almost irritated, you thought. "I mean, I love y/n, but I’m just not so sure about her spending Christmas here with us."

The sudden mention of your name caused you to freeze in place.

Moreover, you were baffled by his words. Why would he suddenly express uncertainty to his brother about you staying for Christmas? You'd discussed it several times, and each time, William had appeared genuinely thrilled about the idea. It was even his own suggestion when you’d mentioned the stress of travelling during the holidays.

His words cut deep, leaving a painful sting in your heart.

"I know, it's just... she's been putting in so much effort, and she seems genuinely excited about the whole thing..." William's voice resonated through the condo. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you merely found yourself unable to move. William was talking to Alex about you, and it didn't sound like a positive conversation.

"No, she's out Christmas shopping right now... I just don't know how to say anything..." William's tone was gentle yet slightly husky, and his voice began to quiver as he talked about you spending the holiday with him.

Listening to one side of the conversation, you felt your heart shatter. Naturally, you couldn't hear Alex's response.

True, you had put in a tremendous amount of effort. You wanted your home to radiate the holiday spirit, maybe going a bit overboard with decorations, perhaps choosing a rather large Christmas tree, and even deciding to prepare every variety of Christmas dishes, blending traditional Swedish courses with Canadian ones.

However, you had believed this was what you both wanted. Although William wasn't adept at planning such gatherings, you interpreted his expressions as pure excitement, reflecting the joy you felt in organising the entire event.

But clearly, you were mistaken.

Perhaps it had overwhelmed him. Maybe this step in your relationship was too significant, and now he was having second thoughts.

"I just feel bad... maybe we shouldn't have agreed to do this..."

Slow tears traced down your cheeks as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind, leading you to regret this entire situation. Your breaths became uneven, your chest felt burdened, and pain pierced through your body, gripping your heart with a deep ache.

This couldn't be happening, you thought.

Closing your eyes, you allowed the tears to flow freely, and gently grasping all the bags again, you quietly attempted to make your way to the bedroom, seeking solace and tranquillity. Peeking into the room, you spotted William, his head bowed, facing the large window of the condo, and seeing it as an opportunity, you tried to sneak past him and into the bedroom.

And as soon as you entered, your body collapsed at the foot of the bed, throwing the bags with you. Nestling your knees against your chest, your back leaned against the bed frame, and you released your sobs.

You felt hurt. Hurt that William didn't share the same enthusiasm about spending the holiday together and hurt that he felt unable to tell you how he truly felt.

**

"I just feel guilty about keeping her away from her own family, Alex," William confessed to his brother, expressing his concerns about the upcoming days.

"Come on, Willy, if y/n didn't want to spend Christmas with all of us, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to plan it," Alex chuckled lightly over the phone, prompting a gentle sigh from William.

"I guess you're right. She's seemed so excited about it, which makes me happy. I just hope she won't be disappointed. It's her first Christmas with us, and... God, I just hope she'll like it."

Thinking about having you there during this time of year brought a sense of joy to William. You meant everything to him, and experiencing these emotions with you excited him more than anything else.

He knew how much you cherished this holiday. And he had to admit that all the joy and romance of Christmas had a profound effect on him too, despite being a 27-year-old boy who sometimes felt immature and challenged with admitting to his own deep feelings. Yet, deep emotions coursed through him, seeing your eyes sparkle with excitement when you spoke about spending Christmas together and how much you adored his family.

Your unwavering commitment to him and to making the holiday special touched him deeply. And it only had him believe that you were indeed meant for him.

"Willy, chill out, she's going to love it! Besides, she's already spent enough time with all of us, so she won't get scared away," Alex's chuckles echoed in William's ear, prompting laughter from William as well.

"True that," he replied before their conversation gradually faded, and they eventually hung up.

William released a gentle sigh, feeling relieved after his chat with his brother, as it had helped ease his earlier concerns about your decision to stay back in Toronto with him and his family.

But then looking at the time, he found it odd that you hadn't returned yet. You'd been out for hours, and while he understood that shopping could take time, he also knew you had had a plan, so it shouldn't have taken so long.

Attempting to call you only led to voicemail, which started to raise some concern, as he then began pacing around the condo. He should have heard you come in, but as he noticed your shoes and coat by the front door, he slowly realised that perhaps he hadn't heard you due to his phone call.

Contemplating where you might have gone, William made his way to your bedroom, gently knocking on the door.

"Babe, are you in there?"

Startled by William's voice, your heart sank deeper, and you find yourself struggling to speak.

"Yes... um, but please, don't come in here," you managed to say, trying to hide the tremble in your voice.

"Why? What are you doing?"

Your mind felt foggy from crying, and you hurriedly made up an excuse, not wanting William to see you in this state.

"I, um... I'm wrapping your present," you forced out, attempting to conceal the cracks in your voice.

But sensing that something wasn't right, William felt a twitch of concern. It wasn't like you to come home without saying anything to him, even if he was on the phone. Normally, you'd give him a silent kiss before heading off if he was in a call.

But as you’d simply slipped away into the bedroom, he knew something was off.

"Come on, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his tone tinged with worry.

You attempted to deflect again, trying to get him to leave, but William wasn't easily convinced.

"Nothing's wrong, Willy... I'm just—"

"You're not wrapping my present; you did that just last week," he stated firmly before pushing the door open.

William's heart shattered into pieces as his eyes fell upon you. You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by the day's haul of presents, your eyes red and puffy, clearly showing signs of crying.

"Shit, babe, what's wrong?" William hurriedly sat down next to you, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Has something happened? Are you okay?"

The sight of you crying almost shook William. He hated seeing you like this, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had caused it.

"It's nothing..." you almost whispered, avoiding his gaze as you felt too vulnerable to face him.

"No, it's not nothing... you're crying, and I want to know why."

Your entire body trembled as you struggled to articulate how you felt. You had overheard his conversation and knew he didn't want you to stay for Christmas. But finding the words felt incredibly challenging.

"Hey," William spoke softly, his finger gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Talk to me..."

It was as if your mouth wanted to slowly form the words your mind had been processing, yet your voice hesitated.

"I..." you softly began, more tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know, Willy... I know you don't want me here for Christmas." Your voice was low and quivering.

"What?" William was taken aback. "What makes you think that?"

"I heard what you said to Alex... that you weren't sure about having me here for the holiday... and that you felt bad because I've gone overboard, and now you didn't know how to tell me that you didn't want to spend Christmas together..." You repeated softly, recalling the conversation between the brothers.

"y/n, that's not... that's not what I meant," William sighed deeply.

"It's okay, Willy, I get it," you continued gently, trying to muster a soft smile. "Maybe it is too big a step in our relationship, and that's alright... I just wish you'd told me sooner, so I wouldn't have gone through all of this and made you feel bad about it."

By now you had surrendered to the tears, letting them flow freely.

"Baby! I want to spend Christmas with you," William spoke more assertively, now understanding the root of the misunderstanding. It pained him to think that you believed he didn't want this, especially when he was overly excited about having you there. In fact, he had been considering it since last Christmas, but he was unsure if you'd be okay with it until you had both discussed it.

Letting out a deep sigh, he felt the need to explain.

"You only heard part of our conversation, y/n/n. I said those things because I feel like I'm keeping you from your family. Believe me, I want nothing more than to have you around and spend these days with you and my family."

Your eyes darted from side to side, searching his for any hint of insincerity but found none.

"Really?" you simply asked.

A wave of relief washed over you as he clarified the true essence of the conversation. Moreover, you felt a pang of guilt for drawing to conclusion based on just a part of the entire discussion.

William couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Of course, babe, my only wish this year is to be with you, and I just want you to be happy about it as well," William said, taking your hand and gently intertwining his fingers with yours. "I just feel guilty that you won't be spending the days at home."

"I am happy about it, Willy. I don't want to be anywhere else but here, with you and your family. Please believe that," you reassured your boyfriend. "You've got nothing to feel guilty about."

"Good," he flashed a gentle smile and planted a kiss on your forehead. "I just love you so much."

"I love you too," you softly spoke, leaning into his touch, before the two of you shared a tender kiss.

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