#but I didn’t see the prompt list until yesterday lol

[nickfowlerrr]

everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles. 

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended. 

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon. 

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section. 

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim. 

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure. 

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too. 

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get. 

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there. 

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen. 

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned. 

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you. 

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess. 

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more. 

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy. 

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume. 

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together. 

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house. 

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together. 

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights. 

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house. 

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen. 

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt. 

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past. 

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again. 

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too. 

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback. 

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him. 

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased. 

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from  his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh. 

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess. 

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill. 

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky. 

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid. 

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself. 

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now. 

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled. 

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did. 

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless. 

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer. 

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically. 

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed. 

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another. 

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves. 

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs. 

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him. 

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you. 

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips. 

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you. 

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off. 

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core. 

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower. 

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved. 

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit. 

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit. 

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted.  With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock. 

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end. 

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more. 

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.” 

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

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santa's house | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.1k words (oops) request: nope prompt: character a works as a santa’s helper. character b has a small sibling/child. from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: kids, uncle!charles, language maybe, idk what else. **text in italic is supposed to be in french lol** a/n: day 4! a little bit longer than yesterday but oh well, for some reason this one didn’t feel as long when i was writing it. REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, EVEN IF IT’S FOR THE SPECIAL. pls, i don’t want to close my askbox but if i keep getting i’ll have to turn it off.

my masterlist / 25 days of christmas masterlist

the job wasn’t the most luxurious ever, but it paid good, especially with the holiday craze. 

working as one of santa’s elves at the local mall wasn’t exactly on her bucket list, but she needed the money. living in monaco as a student wasn’t easy nor cheap, and she couldn’t let any opportunity to make some extra cash escape. 

thankfully, the lines were never too long, the people were understanding, and the children were the sweetest. since starting that job she’d learned a lot about patience, about being around a lot of kids at the same time, but most importantly, about keeping the children’s innocence and spark alive. 

in the two weeks of working there she’d had to deal with every kind of kid, the excited ones, the ones that were slightly afraid of the idea of santa, little babies that was their first time meeting santa, and she remembered every single kid that she met.

she was sitting on santa’s chair, still wearing the green dress and striped tights, a red santa hat on her head. the actor playing santa had already called off for the night, but she had to wait until her flatmate finished her shift at one of the shops at the same mall so they could go home together. she was about to turn off the lights from santa’s house when she heard the now-familiar pitter patter of tiny feet on the polished floors.

“cha, hurry!” a little girl’s voice echoed through the walls and tall ceiling, she turned her head seeing a girl of about two or three years old running her way. her heart melted, this girl was probably the prettiest girl she’d ever seen. bright hazel eyes and hair, a gorgeous red dress with white tights on. behind her, a twenty-something brown-haired guy was rushing to her, trying to keep up with her tiny but fast legs.

“wait, darling. slow down,” he said, right as the girl tried to climb the small white picket fence surrounding what was supposed to be santa’s house. out of instinct, she hurried to help the girl.

“careful, honey, you could get hurt,” she said softly, opening the entrance to the house and helping the girl down.

“santa,” she frowned, looking around, her heart sunk in her stomach.

“santa’s gone for the night, darling,” she explained as the guy that came with the little girl walked to her, lifting her in his arms.

“sorry,” he said, hugging the girl tight, “don’t run off like dad, your parents won’t forgive me if something happens to you, and neither would i,” he told the girl, who leaned her head against his shoulder.

“santa,” the girl told him, lower lip sticking out in an adorable pout.

“santa’s house is open until six, you just missed him, i’m sorry,” she explained, a small smile on her face.

“hear that, lovie? we can come back tomorrow,” he said, but the girl shook her head.

“i want to see santa today,” she insisted. 

“what’s your name, darling?” she asked the girl, she felt her heart squeezing at the sight of the girl being sad. 

“cami,” she answered.

“that’s such a pretty name, cami. it’s so nice to meet you. listen, how about this, i can show you inside santa’s house, would you like that?” she offered, smiling sweetly at the girl. who nodded.

“he there?” cami asked, pointing to the house.

“no, honey, he had to go to the toy factory for the night, but he’ll be back tomorrow,” she explained, it wasn’t the first time she’d had to make up a story on the spot. 

“cha, down,” cami said, and the guy holding her put her down, but held her hand. they followed her to the entrance of the house, it was simple, but still in theme. there were two cushioned chairs and a bench, a cabinet where she and the santa actor kept snacks, drinks and some make-up. thankfully, there were no costumes there. 

“welcome to santa’s house in monaco,” she smiled as the girl looked around, the soft glow of the lights outside illuminating the inside. 

“it’s small,” cami said, looking around and sitting on one of the chairs, the guy she called cha helped her up.

“yeah, he’s so busy, he doesn’t to spend too much time here, and every night he goes to sleep in the north pole, that’s why it’s small,” she explained, watching ‘cha’ with a smile on his face as he saw cami nod slowly, taking the new information in. 

“he comes back?” she asked, too enthralled by everything around her.

“yeah, he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“cha, we come tomorrow?” she turned to cha, who nodded in return, pinching the little girl’s cheek lightly. “you’re here tomorrow?” she asked her.

“i will be right here, cami.” she nodded, smiling. she saw movement outside the house, seeing her flatmate waiting for her. “but right now it’s getting late, and i think we all should go home, but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she said, standing up from her spot and walking to the snack cabinet. she opened it and grabbed a cookie that she gave every kid that went to meet santa. she thought twice and grabbed another one, instead. “here you go, this is for you,” she handed her one of the cookies, one in the shape of a snowman. the girl’s eyes shined bright, making her smile. “and this one’s for cha,” she said, giving her one in the shape of a christmas tree. 

“cha, cookies!” cami giggled, staring at the cookies longingly. “thank you,” she said. 

“thank you, uh- my name is charles. that’s cami, camille.”

“nice to meet you, charles. i’m (y/n),” she smiled. 

-

the next day, she lifted her head every time she heard a small child’s voice, hoping to see cami and charles walking her way. she tried to hide her disappointment, putting on her happy face and welcoming the kids. with about thirty minutes left, she’d already given up on seeing them that day, but the sweetest voice calling her name caught her attention.

she turned, seeing camille with charles trailing behind her. this time she wore a green dress. she waved at her, turning to sam, the guy playing santa.

“please be on your best behavior for this girl. she wanted to see santa last night but came too late.” she felt two hands wrap around her legs, she crouched in front of cami, “hi, cami, how are you?” she asked the girl, smiling at her and charles as she looked up at him. he smiled back.

“good. i see santa!” she pointed to the side. 

“want to meet him? i already told him about you, he’s been waiting all day to meet you,” she smiled, getting a funny feeling in her stomach at the girl’s bright expression in her eyes. 

“cha, come!” she grabbed charles’ hand and led him to santa. 

-

she waved her hand goodbye at them, already knowing she was going to miss having cami around. she closed the curtains of the small windows of santa’s house, changing out of her costume inside the house. her flatmate had already gone home for the day, so she had to walk home by herself. she didn’t mind it, she liked having time to see her temporary home. 

as she walked past an antique shop, she noticed a gorgeous snowglobe. the bottom was painted gold, and inside there was a carousel, and she was sure it worked because of the small lever on the side. she sighed, knowing that with the holidays the prize was sure to be way out of her budget.

“hey, hi-” she jumped a little letting out a curse word. charles noticed the switch in language, “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.”

“no, it’s okay, i- i was too caught up in my thoughts,” she said, smiling at him. her head went down, looking for cami. “where’s-”

“with her parents,” he said, pointing to a shop across the street. a cozy coffee shop, cami sat with her parents in front of her. 

“she’s your…”

“niece,” he answered, she nodded. 

“i’m guessing you’re her favorite uncle?” she smiled, watching the way charles looked at her softly.

“i’d say so,” he chuckled, “her parents, my cousins, are really close to my age, so i’d say she’s my favorite, too. i love her to pieces.”

“cute,” she slipped out, feeling a light flush creeping on her cheeks. 

“do you want to join us? i’m sure cami will be delighted to spend more time with you,” he asked, her gaze drifted from cami to him. “or if you’re busy or have plans i-”

“no, it’s… i-” she thought for a second, seeing his small smile and bright eyes, so similar to cami’s. “sure. a little while won’t hurt.” 

her heart beat faster at the sight of his relieved smile, he offered her his arm, she slid her hand around it and walked to the coffee shop. as they entered she could see cami turning her head to see charles. her eyes widened and she clapped her hands as she spotted her. 

she sat next to cami, with charles on her other side as he introduced her to his family. 

conversation started flowing easily, with her helping cami eat her slice of cake as if she’d been doing it her whole life, it came natural to her.

charles smiled, knowing cami didn’t open up easily to people, and it was surprising and so nice to see her like that with her. his cousins made her feel welcome, asked her questions about herself, her job, her uni major. with every word she spoke charles found himself unable to look away. 

he wanted to get to know her more. whoever managed to get cami out of her shell was someone worth knowing. 

after almost two hours of talking and enjoying a nice evening, cami and her parents left, the little one having fallen asleep already. and charles insisted on driving her home, she’d said it was fine, that she was good just walking home, but had finally given up.

the car ride was filled with talk, asking questions that were a bit more personal, but both felt comfortable answering them. as she pointed to her building, charles felt a small ball of dread in his stomach. he didn’t want this to end.

“can i-” he said, sighing as he cut himself off. “i’d love to see you again,” 

“oh,” she said, before a smile slowly crept on her face, “me too.” she admitted, feeling shy under his stare. 

“um, is… that’s great,” he said, watching her nod. she nodded, too, tapping her fingers against her leg.

“here,” she handed him her phone, “put your number in. we can text and plan something,” 

“yeah, i’d… i’d like that,” he said, typing his number and saving the contact as ‘cha’ with a bear emoji. he’d explained the bear necklace that cami had picked out for him as a birthday present, she had contained herself to avoid swooning audibly. he called his number so he could have hers as well. 

“good. well, thank you for tonight. i really had a nice night, your family is so great and cami… she’s quite possibly the greatest toddler i’ve ever met. and trust me, i’ve met a lot,” she laughed.

“she is, the sweetest girl.”

after staring at each other for a few seconds, she jumped when they heard a car passing by, too fast to be within the speed limit. 

“i should… go. i- i’ve got to work tomorrow.”

“yeah, of course. have a nice night, and… i’ll call you.”

“i’m looking forward to it,” she smiled, stepping out of the car. 

he watched her close the door and walk to the front door of her building, and it took him one second to make up his mind. he stepped out and closed the door, calling her name.

“yeah?” she asked, watching him walk her way.

“i… i forgot something,” he said, feeling his hands getting clammy as he kept them behind his back. 

“what is it?”

he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her cheek, placing one soft kiss there. her breathing hitched as she looked at him, a smile on her lips as he leaned back, heat rushing to her face.

as soon as she closed the door to her apartment she received a notification.

from cha🐻: sweet dreams.

she smiled, dropping down on the sofa and screaming into a pillow.

there was no way a man this perfect existed.

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Sweet Nothing - Chapter 1 - The Question

A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3

The master list can be found here!

-x-

Hi friends!!

This is the first of the prompts I received for my birthday celebration. I've changed the date you can submit them to until the end of the week (9th July) and you can submit them here!

I am going to try to keep them to around 1k - 1.5k words each (lol) but we'll see haha

So far I have received 24, and will write them as and when I can over the next several weeks.

The prompt for this first one was "get over here", and the anon who requested it had their birthday yesterday - so happy belated birthday!! I hope you enjoy this &lt;;3

-x-

Words: 1.5 k

Warnings: none.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person.

He remembered once, when she was relatively new to the team and still desperate to prove herself, she’d shown up to the bullpen full of cold. She was irritable, her temper short as she insisted that she was fine even though it was evident that wasn’t the case, right up to the moment he had sent her home. 

She’d told him since, after they’d become friends but before they got together, that she’d spent the entire journey home cursing him out at the top of her voice until she’d had to pull her car over because of a coughing fit. 

There had been moments when she was in Paris, where she did the bulk of her recovery from what Ian had done to her, when he wondered how she was doing. If she was driving the French doctors crazy as she insisted she could do things herself even when she clearly couldn’t. He asked her about it on their first night together, his hand resting over the large scar just below her rib cage. She smiled softly as she told him about her physical therapist, who she had nicknamed ‘Monsieur Ratched,’ a tone to her voice that let her know exactly what she thought of the man who had helped her body work again. 

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person, but he had never expected her to be clingy. Insistent on being wherever he was, her face pressed into his neck or her head in his lap as she laid next to him. 

It had taken him by surprise the first time she didn’t feel well after they got together. She had a stomach bug, something she initially claimed was food poisoning from one of Dave’s pasta nights before Aaron pointed out he had eaten the same as her and was fine, and she was grumpy. He’d gone over to hers to make sure she was ok, expecting her to tell him to leave her alone, but she’d wrapped herself around him, her hand grasping at his shirt sleeve when he mentioned he’d leave her to sleep. 

He liked it. He liked that she needed him, that she allowed herself to need him. Something he knows she hasn’t done with anyone in a long time, if ever. 

It’s how he finds himself in their living room, curled up on the couch with Emily’s head in his lap and her hand on his knee as they watch Casablanca together in their pjyamas. 

Jack was the one who had come home with the flu having caught it at school and he was all about Emily when he was sick. He’d snuck into their bed and slept between them. Early one morning, Aaron had woken up alone in their bed and had gone to look for them, searching their house for his family. He’d found them downstairs, cuddled up on the couch with The Wizard of Oz on TV. Emily smiled at him and explained watching classic movies always made her feel better when she was sick, and The Wizard of Oz was the only one she could think of that was child appropriate. 

Emily sniffs, her nose blocked, and then she groans, the sound immediately turning into a cough. He rubs the hand that had been resting on her back up and down it, whispering reassuring words to her as he helps her sit up so she can get over the coughing fit. 

“You’re ok, sweetheart,” he says, continuing to rub circles on her back, “You’re ok, I’ve got you.” 

She moans as the coughing fit passes and then leans in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, “Jack is so lucky I love him and that he’s cute,” she complains, her voice rough and congested. 

Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh, well aware that even when this sick she wouldn’t thank him for laughing at her, and he turns his head to kiss her forehead, “We’re both very lucky that you love us, Em,” he says, grimacing at the temperature of her skin before he pulls back, “I should go get you some more meds.”

“Not yet,” she mumbles, laying back down to place her head in his lap, curling up into his embrace, “I want to lay here a little longer.” 

“It will just take a minute-”

“In a little while,” she cuts him off, her irritation slipping through, and she shifts to look up at him, sniffing again, “You’ll get the meds and then you’ll realise I need to eat with them so you’ll make dinner, and before I know it an hour will have gone by, so I just want to lay here.” 

“Ok, sweetheart,” he promises her, his hand on the top of her head as he plays with her hair, “We can just stay here.” 

He looks at her, and even though she’s sick, he doesn’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.  The combination of her smile and her bright red nose from where she’d been blowing it for days and her paler-than-usual skin, free the words he’d had trapped in his chest for weeks. 

“Marry me.” 

It takes a moment for what he’s said to register, but when it does she chokes out a laugh, her mouth dropping open as she shakes her head, “This is the perfect moment?” 

They’d spoken about it before they’d bought the house. Marriage was something they both wanted, something that felt like the next natural step for them. They both wanted it all. Marriage, kids, a long and happy life together. After everything, they both deserved it. She knew he had a ring, he’d teased her about it more than once, claiming he’d hidden it somewhere she’d never find it, and he’d told her he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to propose.

He chuckles softly, and continues to move his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft strands of it as she looks up at him incredulously. 

“Yes,” he says, his smile widening as she rolls her eyes at him, “It is the perfect moment.”

She shakes her head at him and sits up, shifting so she’s sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she looks at him, “Me being unable to breathe through my nose with a mild fever is the perfect moment?” 

He shrugs one of his shoulders, “Every moment with you is perfect,” he says, smiling as she shakes her head, “I was looking at you and I realised I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I know you don’t need looking after, that you’re more than capable of-”

“Yes.” 

He stops, his mouth still open as she cuts off his explanation, a wide smile on her face. “Yes?” 

She nods and she cups the back of his neck, her fingers caught up in the short strands of his hair, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She replies, and she chuckles as he leans forward to kiss her, pulling back from him, “Honey, I’m sick.” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, holding her in place, “You’ve barely been more than a couple of feet away from me in days, if I’m going to get it that ship has sailed,” he says, capturing her lips in a kiss, smiling when she responds, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she replies, leaning into him to hug him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her. “Can I see the ring?” 

He chuckles as he pulls away, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her, “You looked for it, didn’t you?” He asks, and the way she avoids his eye contact, her cheeks pinking up for the first time in days, tells him everything he needs to know. He kisses her once more before he shifts out from underneath her, “I told you that you’d never find it.” 

She watches as he walks towards the kitchen before she hears a cabinet open, followed by the sound of pans clanking against each other. He walks back into the living room, a small black box in his hand.

“You hid it in the kitchen?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, and he smiles as he shrugs at her. 

“In the pots and pans cabinet,” he says, “I knew you’d never look in there.” 

“Get over here,” She scoffs, but any further response is cut off as he sits back next to her and opens the box and the ring is revealed to her. She bites her lip and looks at him, her eyes shining. 

“Ask me again.” 

Aaron smiles, his heart beating wildly in his chest even though he knew the answer, “Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?” 

She kisses him before she rests her forehead against his, a tear escaping past her lashline, as she repeats her answer, the only answer she could ever have. 

“Yes.” 

-x-

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[disizletzi]

Day 1 of my journaling year!  Happy New Year everyone!  I don’t want to clog everyone’s dash so I’ll put everything under a cut: 

I wasn’t in a great mood yesterday, and so I ended the year on a somewhat depressing note, because, as usual, I was alone for NYE, and as usual, I was thinking it was going to be cosy and nice and it ended up feeling pretty lonely.  This prompted me to go search google for an hour, to see what dating app was the best lol, but yeah, I didn’t register on any of them. I’m still scared of men who  jump on you with a sexual come on, and this is something that can be bordeline triggering for me. I guess I need to build a bit of confidence still, but it would be nice to spend the end of 2023 with someone. Here’s hoping!  I have been single for... ugh... 13 years? So it’s kind of difficult to imagine myself with someone. Giving my trust to a significant other is the toughest thing ever for me, so I think that’s why I’ve been alone for so long. Plus, I’ve been sleeping alone for a long while, I’m used to having my space!!  In other news, my car “broke down” on friday, which sucks, although the timing was good because I have a trip coming next week and I’m glad it won’t happen then because it would’ve been a huge problem. As it is, I was out with my aunts and some cousins, we went to see a play and on the way home my car started making the weirdest noises. Turns out it’s just usual wear and tear and I need to change the clutch system, because it’s old.  So I am carless for now, but I need to check with my mom’s boyfriend, who knows a lot about car, and I don’t think it should be that expensive. It just that the money I had set aside was for fixing my teeth, but, well... I guess it’ll have to wait a couple of months.  I also have been studying remotely for 3 years, to get a degree in English Lit (here in France the undergrad degree is 3 years), and the trip I was talking about that I need to be taking is to go the city where my university is and take the end of semester exams. Which means I had to take two weeks off from work. It’s been a pretty busy 3-year period tbh! I work 40hours a week, and I don’t know how but I managed to do this at the same time so I guess I can say I’m pretty proud of that. I’m also pretty excited about being done. I have to take these final exams and then the ones in May and I’ll be done.  I don’t think i’ll try for a graduate degree because the remote program doesn’t have a lot of options, and also, I’m tired lol.  So, I don’t like NY resolutions, but I do have a “year’s program” every year (because resolutions make me anxious, I feel like i /have/ to do them and when I don’t I feel guilty. A “program” is less guilt-ridden!): - I have to finish and get my degree (not worried about this one).  - I have to go to the gym more often: the goal is once a week for starters, to get used to it and find real pleasure in going there.  - I really have to finish my WIP that’s been on hold since august, I’m sorry to those of you who are reading it and waiting. Classes and work take all of my free time! - I want to write an original novel. The goal is to at least start it this year lmao! And this is it for today! I guess the 1st day of the year always brings a mood where I’m just reflecting on myself and making lists of stuff I would like to achieve (and not even half of them happen but if a few do it’s a good thing!).  I do wish you all who have read until now a very happy 2023. Let me know about your “program” if you have one! And see you tomorrow :D 

#my shit #Letzi daily

[karpyart]

Learning magic in the woods

#twin stars week 2021 #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #decchan #dekubaku #I pumped this one out in one day because I didn’t want to miss fantasy day #I probably should have actually prepared beforehand #but I didn’t see the prompt list until yesterday lol #not sure how I feel about the lighting but I’m trying #this was gonna be monochromatic but I lost track of myself #pls send help lol

[mango-bango-bby]

♡ Fangs ♡

(A/N: Hello darlings!! This is actually an old fic of mine however the person who requested this wanted me to repost it without their ask. So I’m doing that!! Hope you enjoy reading this again 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, NON-CON, biting, mentions of blood, mentions of readers death in a past life, public sex aka alleyway sex, I haven’t written smut in the while so this is bad I’m sorry in advance lol

Summary: Shigaraki + Vampire (Yan!Shigaraki x Fem!reader)

3k Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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There wasn’t a day that went by that Tomura didn’t think about you. He has looked everywhere for you. Even though you had died almost three-hundred years ago. However, Tomura being an immortal vampire, knew people got reincarnated. Yet over all these years he hadn’t been able to find you.

He longed for you. Your kiss, you hand cradling his face, you kissing his eye wrinkles and scars. Such innocent things, but he also missed the more intimate moment between you two. Tomura remembers you like you were with him yesterday. He remembers dancing with you, the large dress that swirled around when you two danced, and undoing your corset afterwards.

He regretted so fucking much, he regretted not turning you into a vampire as well. Perhaps if he has done that you wouldn’t have been executed for being in love with him. Perhaps he wouldn’t have had to see you go before his eyes, perhaps he wouldn’t have disintegrated an entire town after your execution in a fit of rage.

Tomura’s breath hitches as he watches you walk home, he’s following you close behind, a hood over his head as he followed. You looked the same, although you were wearing more time appropriate clothes now, rather than the extravagant ballgowns he remembers you in. You were still so beautiful, even more than he remembered to be honest.

He planned on waiting until you got home for him to reveal himself to you and take you back, but he just couldn’t wait. Not while you were right in front of him. Tomura begins to walk faster, you gulping knowing that this man is following you. You mentally pray to yourself that he’ll just leave you alone or only steal something and not hurt you.

Tomura speeds up even more, pushing you against the wall of the alleyway. The empty street echoing his voice when he speaks. “Don’t be scared, Y/n” He rasps, his bigger body keeping you caged against the wall. Your features finally being up close to him again, it was fantastic.

“L-Let me go” You say, trying to have a commanding tone to your voice. Although your voice cracks and shakes with your words. Your eyes having tears in them but you’re refusing to let them fall. You don’t know who this man is, or what he wants with you, or how the hell he knew your name!?

Tomura honestly can’t help but chuckle a bit at your words, you’re just so cute! He can’t help it! And god, he missed that angelic voice, your sweet voice. Although back before, you never really told him to let you go. In fact most of the time you wanted him to hold you tighter.

Tomura doesn’t even say anything, forcing his mouth onto yours in an open mouth kiss. God, you feel so good. He missed kissing you so much. You whimper into the kiss, not wanting this yet allowing him to do whatever he wants in hopes he’ll leave you alone. However he has no intentions of letting you leave, or letting you go at all.

He grabs your bottoms with his hand, making sure not to touch your skin as he disintegrates the clothes. Don’t worry, Tomura knows he’ll buy you new clothes once taking you home, ones that he knows will fit you more. You squeal, the fear seeping into you even more, tears running down your face.

You don’t dare open your eyes, just wanting the experience to be over. However there was a strange feeling, you felt as though you knew him. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when something penetrates you, your hole suddenly being filled. The stretching in your pussy is almost unbearable, but it seems like the blue haired man in front of you doesn’t care. But lust and adoration shine in his eyes.

You try not to let out any moans or noises, however whimpers still escape your mouth. Although that might be a reaction to Tomura’s guttural groans, he missed this is much. He missed feeling you around him, he missed feeling you’d love. “Gah~ S-Stop” you whine, covering your mouth with your hand, not letting out those sweet moans he missed.

“F-uck, no need to quiet down, my love, I don’t care that we’re in public- oh shit~” Tomura stumbles, the pleasure he could’ve only imagined for the last few centuries. He uses the same nickname that you used to call him, it reminds him of you. Sure you don’t remember anything of your twos time together, but he’ll try to remind you in every single thrust.

You whimper and cry out, the stretch hurting so bad yet feeling so good at the same time. You can feel Tomura grab your shirt and bra, disintegrating them both in one go. Now leaving you completely naked against the brick wall, Tomura relentlessly shoving into you.

Tomura grabs your chin, listening to the scared whimper you let out at his actions. You don’t dare fight back, seeing what he did to your clothing and knowing he could do that to you. However, Tomura knows he would never do anything to hurt you. And after turning you into one of him, a vampire. He’ll be able to touch you with all five fingers, you would be immortal with him. He wouldn’t make the mistake of letting you get hurt ever again, you’d be with him for all eternity!

“So soft…” Tomura mumbles, slowing his pace a bit, gently grazing his fangs over the soft skin of your neck. He can feel you shiver beneath him at the feeling. He doesn’t exactly like the idea of himself hurting you, however he loves the idea that his bite mark is going to be on you forever. Which it is, his fang mark is going to be in your neck forever, and if it ever fades, he’ll put it back.

“Take a deep breath” Tomura rasps, opening his mouth wide before clamping down onto your neck. His pace speeding up inside of you so he can finish soon. You let out a yelp of pain, the sharp teeth digging into your skin. Blood trickles down your neck, then down your chest.

Tomura finishes, letting out a guttural groan as he feels you clench around him. You just feel to good, your body going limp slightly at the feeling as well as the pain in your neck. It’s not the pain you’d expect from a bite, it tingles. Something’s off about it, but you can’t think about it, allowing you body to go limp in his.

Tomura rests for a second or two. He sticks out his tongue, licking a line along with your blood enjoying the sweet taste. Your blood is the most delicious he’s ever had in his thousands of years of life. Although as he licks up towards you neck, he can taste the difference of his venom sinking in.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. You’re going to be weak for a while, while the venom is sinking in. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… My love”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#old fic repost #3k follower event #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere!shigaraki #yandere shigaraki smut #yandere tomura #yandere tomura x reader #yandere!tomura

[hongcherry]

49 + angst jungkook please ?

Save You || jjk

"You're supposed to be at war with the angels, but you can't seem to abandon a certain sarcastic archangel during the battle."

From prompt list: “Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?”

🗡️ Pairing: archangel!Jungkook x human!Reader

🗡️ Rating/Genre: PG-17; Angst, action, angel au, implied apocalyptic au, Angelfall (book) au

🗡️ Warning(s): Fighting and injuries (punches, stabs, cuts, choking, kicking), weapons (swords, bows), near-death experience, mentions of blood, a gross demonic creature (lol, it's gnarly), cursing, pain is inflected

🗡️ Word Count: 4.0k

🗡️ Author’s Note: Several things: First, this was based around my favorite book, Angelfall by Susan Ee. I've been wanting to do a fic based on this book for a long time because I absolutely adore it. I've read it at least five times no joke lol the only book I've ever reread that many times. I might make another because I rushed this one. Secondly, thank you so much, anon, for this prompt! Ahhh I loved it. So many heartbreaking possibilities to make with it. I had multiple ideas hehe. This is the most asks I've ever gotten so ahh my heart. I also apologize for the delay! I kept changing the fic (it's way longer than I planned) then I got sick yesterday and couldn't work on it D: Anyway, I'll shush now. Enjoy, everyone! ^-^

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It was an obvious decision.

You were going to save him.

There wasn’t any hesitation when you realized this could be his end. However, it was pitch black at the moment and your eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness quick enough. There was screaming around you—suffocating you in distress, terror, and panic. You couldn’t do anything for him until the lights turned on. But those twenty seconds felt like a lifetime and you were too anxious to wait.

Steadily, yet swiftly, you pulled out an arrow from your quiver. From years of practice, you didn’t need to see to align the arrow against the bow properly. The only problem was you couldn’t locate your target.

You planted your feet firmly on the broken Incheon bridge, the ground underneath your feet hard and solid. There was nothing you could do to make the lights turn on sooner. They were on a timer, along with the screeching noise emitting from the big speakers nearby.

With the high-pitch noise, it allowed the humans a chance to fight. For once, the angel’s super-sensitive hearing was a flaw. They were forced to cover their ears from the loud noise. Though, everyone has their imperfections—human or nonhuman. For humans, it was the fact you couldn’t see well in the dark. Angels, on the other hand, had built-in night vision. So while the lights were off, the screeching was on. You could target at least one of their weaknesses while your own weakness hindered you. Though even with your earplugs, the sound was obnoxious. However, the lights and the noise were necessary. The constant change in sound and lights made sure the angels couldn’t get accustomed to either. There wasn’t enough time to get used to the bright light or the high-pitch ringing.

The fight between the angels and the humans was one for the history books. None of the angels believed you scurrying rats could, or would ever, battle them. It was insane, really, to expect the humans to win against adonis-like creatures who were powerful and tyrant. Yet, the goal wasn’t to win. It was to prove a point to the other humans on earth. You didn’t have to succumb to these assholes. While angels saw humans as monkeys, they truly underestimated the brains of millions of monkeys.

However, with Jungkook on your side, you had a better chance of winning. It was your team and Jungkook’s against Baekhyeon’s, another archangel. Baekhyeon only saw humans as worthless and weak. His followers had the same mindset.

When the lights flickered on again, you blinked rapidly to adjust your eyesight.

The beast was in front of you. Its large canines nipped in the air as it stalked toward you. It was revolting. The way the body was human while the majority of the heads, yes plural, were not. There was a human’s head, a lion’s, a cheetah’s, and a wolf’s. A tail akin to a scorpion rose above its head, jabbing into the air tauntingly. It had your whole body tingle in disgust.

If it weren’t for the fact that thing could easily rip you and the other humans to shreds, you would’ve run with your tail between your legs. But that wasn’t you. No matter how frightened you were, people were counting on you. Ironically, you thought to yourself. A weak little girl like you? Supposed to save all humanity? Outrageous.

But no matter how much you tried to argue it, it always fell on deaf ears. You guessed that saving everyone you could made you some sort of hero. You wish you weren’t.

You pulled back on your bow when you spotted your target; however, as soon as you released the arrow, a terrified human bumped into you on their way to escape. It caused your arrow to soar in the wrong direction and for your ass to hit the cold concrete.

The humans were more petrified than before. Five more of these monstrosities climbed onto the bridge. Their origin was unknown, but that didn’t matter to you. One look at these ungodly beasts lit a flame under everyone and they were darting to get away from it. Who could blame them, though? You wanted to do the same.

Your daze didn’t last long and you were back on your feet within seconds. You were too deep into the crowd—being pushed and shoved in different directions. You were never going to get a good enough shot at the beast.

So you did what any sane person like you would do.

You went against the hysterical crowd—straight toward the beast.

If you strained your ears, you could hear people cry out your name. Your sister, your mother, your friends. But out of all the voices, one stood out the most.

Jungkook’s.

Your eyes shot up to the sky, spotting the archangel’s broad frame against the darkening sky. His white wings were wide and beating against the air. He was painstakingly beautiful (though you would never admit that to him. His ego was already too big). A stark contrast to the ugliness staggering toward you. His Watchers, the group of angels who happily served under him, were beside him.

While the humans ran for their lives, the angels were brawling. Fists were flying and swords were clashing. It was a mess of feathers, blood, and hollering.

Jungkook was in the middle of swinging down his sword at an opponent before he twirled to attack the one behind him. Though his eyes weren’t as focused as they should be. He kept flicking his gaze down at you. He wanted to fly down, dropkick the beast that was stalking toward you and scoop you away from this disaster.

“Worry about yourself,” you shouted at him. Only one of the monsters was on you while two angels were on him. You just needed to take this thing out. Simple.

You plucked another arrow from your quiver and positioned it against your bow. Jungkook shook his head wildly at your words and began to fly down, hell-bent on getting you out of there. Unfortunately, two sets of strong arms pulled him back, a powerful fist meeting his cheek. Jungkook’s stare broke from yours to fight his attacker.

Your eyes flickered to the beast as it was getting closer. You inhaled deeply as you tried to calm down your nerves.

“Yn!” Jungkook cried out again, but you kept your eyes averted. It was too easy to get lost in him. Too easy to get distracted by his eyes, his voice, him.

You heard him call out your name again. It was a complete contrast to what you were used to. Jungkook was usually composed. His voice would be steady and he would always be sure of himself. It was disgusting how much confidence he oozed. From his sarcastic replies to his scolding stares, Jungkook was always assured of himself.

Until now.

His voice wavered. If you weren’t in such a grave situation, you would’ve teased him about it. Told him that he wasn’t as composed as he thought he was. Joke that maybe he was a little more human than he perceived. Maybe even get in a few elbow jabs while you were at it. It would’ve earned you a deadly glare, but it would’ve been worth it.

While Jungkook wanted to believe he could save you, he wasn’t entirely sure if that was possible. He wanted to rescue you, despite knowing how against you were at being a damsel in distress, but he knew in the back of his mind he wouldn’t be able to get to you faster. He couldn’t even make it three feet until his wings were being pulled backward by another angel. Maybe if he was more focused he could’ve beat down his opponents quicker.

“How pathetic,” Baekhyeon laughed wickedly as he watched Jungkook spiral into distress. He had just sliced through a Watcher’s wing, causing the angel to become unbalanced and tumble out of the sky. “Your Daughter of Man is nothing but dinner for that bastard. Why are you even fretting over her?”

Jungkook’s glare was something to be terrified of. It was as sharp as the edge of a glass shard. It was as ferocious as a tiger’s. It was as deadly as poison. But no matter how badly Jungkook wanted to behead the angel, he would be condemned to angel prison for eternity for killing a fellow brethren. And while he considered it worth it for a moment, he couldn’t leave you behind. Not right now. Not ever.

Instead, Jungkook sheathed his sword and grabbed one of the angels attacking him. Because he was an archangel, he was stronger than the average angel. He moved the angel with ease as if he was simply a ragdoll to him. Jungkook swiveled in the air once and threw the angel into Baekhyeon.

Baekhyeon tried to dodge the angel, but he flew into Baekyeon’s wing and caused him to do a 180. Jungkook didn’t wait to attack, brandishing his sword and slicing it against Baekhyeon’s chest with a growl.

Down below, you couldn’t hear much from the pounding of your heart against your ribcage. There was no time to back out. The beast was advancing quicker, the desire to catch you causing it to increase its pace.

You raised your bow unhesitantly, steadying your aim at one of the heads before you let the arrow fly into the air.

The lion’s head roared. Gurgling sounds echoed into the night as it swayed, determined to not lose the fight. Eventually, it settled, slumping at an awkward angle that had your own neck tingle with faux discomfort.

As you retrieved another arrow and positioned it at another head, the lights flickered off.

Darkness consumed you and with the fast change of lighting, you were momentarily blinded. Without wasting another second, you released your arrow. You prayed the head was still in the same position. Prayed that the arrow found its target.

From the sudden screaming, you knew it had.

But your luck has run out. You could try again, hoping that if you aimed slightly to the right it would hit another head, but it was too risky. You only had enough arrows to hit the remaining heads without any mistakes.

You couldn’t hear anything over the screeching of the speaker and the beast, so you weren’t sure how close the beast was to you now.

Before you could switch to the kitchen knife you had found stashed in an abandoned house, you felt a hand grip your upper arm. For a moment, you thought it was Jungkook. For a moment, you thought you were saved.

The hand, albeit very human-like, was anything but.

The beast screamed, breath fanning against your face and making your face scrunch from the rotten smell. The hand suddenly yanked you to the floor harshly. The action was too quick for you to maintain a balanced position, so you fell back with a gasp. The quiver dug into your back, bow sliding who knows where as you landed.

The panic inside your chest rose—had you stiffen momentarily.

Though, you couldn’t linger on the fear gripping onto you. When you recovered, you slid your knife from your combat boot and started to slash randomly in front of you. If that thing came near you, at least you could get a few slices in.

Unexpectedly, the lights shifted on. It has not been twenty seconds yet. You spared a quick look to where the timer was at and spotted one of your fellow humans had switched them on. You recognized her as the kind, young lady who you briefly met on your adventures over the weeks. You guessed she had turned off the timer, hoping it would help you even though it gave the angels an upper hand at sight.

When you glanced back at the beast, it had its arms reaching toward your neck. You didn’t hesitate to swing your knife at the extending arms. The beast let out another screech, stinger jerking at you as it stayed persistent in its actions. Its hands wrapped around your throat and instantly clamped down. You sucked in a sharp breath before it could restrict you completely.

“Get off me,” you faintly heard Jungkook’s bellow over the pounding of your heart. His voice was sharp and sounded like lightning crackling—booming and powerful.

You scrambled behind you to grab an arrow. Luckily, it was not broken, and you swiftly jammed it in one of the heads. The beast reeled back slightly, giving you enough time to kick at its chest. It staggered backward and you pulled yourself away, gasping for air as you did so.

Despite the beast being injured, it was relentless and before you could ground yourself—mentally and physically—it launched forward.

The grip on your ankle was unyielding. You thrashed in its hold, trying to kick the hand away with your other foot. While it worked the first time, the other hand came down on it quickly, enclosing both your ankles. It pulled your body toward it, concrete scraping against exposed skin as your shirt raised slightly. However, you didn’t have time to let the pain get to you. That wasn’t your biggest concern.

The hand that was on your knife was clammy, making it hard to keep a secure grip around the handle. Your eyes darted from the remaining heads screaming to the jabbing stinger.

Suddenly a chorus of screeching had your eyes moving past the beast in front of you. The monsters that appeared earlier had come back from chasing off the humans. They looked unscratched for the most part, maybe a few injuries here and there, but nothing that would hinder their movements.

Even though you had glanced away for a second, it was a second too long.

A scream tore from your throat when you felt the stinger pierce your shoulder. Pain shot throughout your body, taking the air from your lungs. Your eyes were wide and you let go of your knife to try to pull the tail away from your body. Your movements were stopped by the beast as it smacked your hands away. The remaining heads opened their mouths and leaned down at you. They gnawed at the air, hinting at what was to come.

As you were about to attempt to kick the beast away, another pang of pain emitted from your shoulder.

The stinger was ripped from you. It felt like a barbed wire was pulled from your skin, the extraction not as smooth as you had hoped. Your vision became spotty from the pain and all you could hear was your harsh breathing. All your senses were momentarily halted, only focused on the pain from the stinger. Your limbs were quick to grow weak. You fell back against the rough concrete. However, you were still on alert so you forced yourself to sit up, hands pressing against the floor and head leaning to the side.

When you regained your surroundings, you saw the beast soaring across the bridge. The source of the throw was one, maddening and barbaric angel. Jungkook’s features were stone-cold, eyes ablaze as he withdrew his sword. He stalked toward the beast as if he was hunting his prey. Though, it wasn’t really hunting. The throw had injured the beast and it was scrambling to move away from the archangel. You could feel the fear radiating from the beast as Jungkook walked to it. Hell, Jungkook wasn’t even moving toward you but your own breath was caught in your throat from fear.

Jungkook grabbed the beast’s ankle, dragging it closer—mimicking what the beast had done to you earlier—before he stomped one boot-clad foot harshly onto the tail. The beast hissed and wiggled beneath Jungkook, but it did nothing to alter Jungkook’s decision. He gave the beast a look of utter loath before he lifted his sword and swung it down on the tail, cutting off the stinger part. The beast howled in torment, thrashing feverishly. There were no hints of remorse on Jungkook’s hardened face. He lifted his sword once more then made a clean slice upon the beast’s neck. It was a smooth cut as if he was cutting jello. The screeching lasted for a few seconds before it vanished into the night.

Jungkook was breathing heavily, forehead perspiring. He seemed to be in his own world as he stared down at the beast. It wasn’t until he heard your voice that he snapped out of his thoughts.

“Jungk-” you tried to call out, but your sentence was cut short when you felt your arms buckle under your weight. You fell back onto the floor once more, the feeling of your quiver digging into your back barely noticeable.

Jungkook was kneeled next to you within seconds. His large hands lifted your body up so he could slide underneath it. He peered down at you, doe eyes wide and alarmed. You whimpered when he accidentally bumped into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I’m here, Yn, okay?”

You nodded weakly, a small smile playing on your lips as you stared up at his handsome face, etched with grief. Jungkook reached a hand out and brushed away a few pieces of your hair that were stuck from your sweat.

“It’s going to be o-” Jungkook stopped when he saw your eyes droop. They were feeling too heavy to keep them open.

“Hey, hey, hey, eyes on me.” Jungkook’s voice was frantic. He caressed your face to get your attention again. “Keep your eyes on me, Yn.”

You tried to do what he said. But it was difficult. It was so difficult.

Jungkook cursed under his breath.

“Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?” Jungkook whispered, mouth tugged in a deep frown, eyes glossing from the tears swelling in them. Yet even now, he refused to cry. Refused to let you see him cry.

A frail laugh. “Who said I fell in love with you?” You breathed out, light and airy. The last few words were so soft that they were barely audible. But Jungkook heard them.

He always heard you.

Although he found it difficult to laugh with you this time, he couldn’t stop the tiny smile from forming on his lips. Even while losing consciousness you still found a chance to sass him. He hated the way his heart clutched at the action—hated the way he fell harder at that moment.

“You didn’t need to,” Jungkook said, a hint of playfulness to his tone to keep your spirits up. There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing you grow paler, weaker in his arms. He wanted to see that smile he had grown to love. He wanted to take the pain from you any way he could.

“Does this mean you won?” You asked quietly, head lolling slightly before you tugged it up. Jungkook adjusted his grasp and slid a hand behind your head for support. His eyes were full of emotions. It was different from his stone-cold expressions, but there was so much swimming in those dark eyes that you couldn’t decipher any of it. At least not in the state you were in.

“Seems so,” he sighed. He didn’t seem as thrilled as he should be. He opened his mouth to tell you that even though he had won the title of being the Messenger, it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t want it. But he didn’t want to spend this time talking about extraneous topics. He wanted to talk about you.

He felt, rather than saw, your body gradually deflate. Each second made it harder to keep your body up. Even against Jungkook’s arms, you forced yourself to not completely relax.

“Jungkook.” Your soft voice had his eyes refocusing. The gentle way you said his name made his heart clutch, a foreign emotion snaking around his chest and squeezing. It made his throat clog, but he swallowed down the feeling.

“I’m here,” he repeated, thumb rubbing over your cheek. You used your remaining strength to lift your hand to his face; however, you underestimated how much energy you had and your fingers barely grazed his jaw. Nevertheless, Jungkook leaned down to get closer, chasing your hand as it fell back down just to feel you against him more.

Your body was numbing. You couldn’t feel Jungkook’s hand on your cheek, couldn’t feel the way he held you so fondly.

“Y-you said I wasn’t-” a breath “-your Daughter of Man.”

You put on a teasing front to hide your curiosity. You recalled the way he had denied he had any connection with you before—constantly telling you an angel with a human was absurd and disturbing. You were simply an acquaintance on his journey to find his way back home.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. However, the brief irritation was directed to himself and not you. He shook his head slightly.

“And you said you didn’t fall in love with me.”

You tried to laugh, but what came out was just small puffs of air. It had Jungkook’s demeanor crack at the choppy sound. His face fell for a moment, unable to control his facial features as he showed you a glimpse of what he was truly feeling. Your heart shattered at it. The agony and anguish contorting his features had you wishing now more than ever that you could Houdini your way out of this situation.

“Touché,” you murmured, smile fading as you slowly slumped in his arms. Even the smile you tried to hold was hard. Every muscle in your body was melting into liquid.

“Don't-” Jungkook pleaded so lowly that part of it got lost in the wind. “D-Don’t leave me.”

What you wanted to say was that he didn’t need you. A big, powerful archangel like himself didn’t need to cling onto a simple human. That you were nothing but a pebble stuck under his boot compared to him. You were minuscule in the big scheme of things.

Instead, you simply replied, “Never,” before your vision was drowned in darkness and your muscles gave out, sagging completely into his arms.

Jungkook felt empty. His wings expanded, curling around the two of you as he let his walls crumble in the privacy of his make-shift room. He felt his body threaten to shake with a sob, but even with you no longer looking, he still could feel other eyes on him. The eyes of his Watchers and his opponents. It made him feel uneasy and he silently wished they would just disappear.

Everything felt wrong. As if the world was no longer round and the oceans were pink instead of blue. Everything was out of place.

Or maybe that was him since he was grieving over a Daughter of Man.

A shaky breath left his parted lips and he bowed his head, leaning his forehead against yours to feel your warm skin. Silent tears rolled down his perfectly tan cheeks, a few landing on your face.

But it was odd. Jungook could still feel the faintest brush of air near his face.

He stayed still, brushing it off to reason it was a gust of wind slipping past his spread wings. It wasn’t until he felt the subtle rise and fall of your chest against his that he snapped up. His eyes grew wide as he narrowed his eyes on your chest.

He was hallucinating. He knew it.

He was filled with so much grief that his head was making him see things. Yet, part of him wanted to believe he wasn’t, so with a shaky hand, he rested two fingers against the underside of your jawline on the side of your neck.

A pulse.

“Yn?” He said ever so softly, heart racing with resurging hope. You didn’t reply, but the constant moving of your chest told him you didn’t leave him. It dawned on him that the stinger had just paralyzed you. For how long? He didn’t know. Could be for a few hours, months, years, or forever. Whatever the case, he was determined to undo what the beast had done.

Because no matter how much you weren’t a damsel in distress, he was always going to save you.

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Ay0 can I request 24. "Were you just staring at Me?" From your prompt list with Tendou lol - ♤

hi sweetie, thank you for your request! i’m sorry it took so long, i hope you’ll see this and like it anyway! 💕 btw, the reader being best friends with semi?? hell yes, this is exactly what happens, because i can ;) hope you enjoy!! 💗

You and Satori didn’t know each other very well. You were really good friends with Semi, and that’s how you met Satori, when you went to one of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball practices for the first time. It would be a lie to say that a particular middle blocker hadn’t caught your interest after watching that practice match.

You didn’t know Satori very well, yes, but something about him made you feel drawn to him, something about his personality was pulling you in as though he was some sort of walking magnet. You didn’t think he’d noticed, not until one day he approached you after one of the —now many— practices you’d watched.

“Were you just staring at me?”

“I— what?!” You let out a —quite embarrassing honestly— squeak, and for a moment you wished Semi was with you. You looked around and saw he was talking with Reon, and you cursed your bad luck. How come this boy was never there when you needed him the most? You stared at the back of Semi’s head for a little while, as though you could somehow call out to him with your telepathic abilities —which, you sadly didn’t have— as though you could magically make him turn around and come over, but to no avail. He didn’t even give you as much as a glance.

“You were staring at me. Earlier, and yesterday, and the day before that. Actually, I could feel your eyes at the back of my neck from the very first time you came here,” Satori said, as though it was the most normal thing to say, as though he didn’t just make you feel like some sort of creep and the biggest coward in the whole world for not having found the courage to ask him out yet. He said it as though there was nothing wrong or —even worse— particularly interesting about you staring at him for so long. 

“I…” You had no idea what to say. What were you even supposed to say? Apologize? Deny it or accept that he’d noticed it and pretend that it wasn't that big of a deal after all? “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He looked surprised, like he hadn’t expected it at all, because after just standing there and blinking at you for a couple of seconds, he laughed and shook his head.

“Made me uncomfortable? I’m just not used to that kind of attention is all.” He glanced at something behind you as he said this, and before you went ahead and said that there was no way there weren’t many people interested in Satori, Semi came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“So, ready to go? I need help with that history project.”

You nodded your head, not having any time to say anything else to Satori before you two made your way outside. A part of you wanted to turn around and approach him again, but you were already out of the gym and you didn’t want to bother him without even knowing what to say. It was probably better to prepare yourself first and face Satori some other time.

Only half listening to Semi as he went on about how group projects were absolutely disastrous all the time, you happened to glance behind your shoulder, only to see that Satori was walking right behind you two.

“I didn’t really get your name,” he said, and both you and Semi stopped on your tracks. 

You ignored the quiet, confused ‘Eh?’ Semi let out and said, “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

 “Y/N,” Satori mumbled, as if tasting the sound of it on his tongue. “Well, I hope I’ll see you in our next practices, then? You’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

That must’ve been what he was expecting —or maybe even what he wanted?— to hear, because he gave you a smile and sent a wink Semi’s way, before turning around and walking toward Ushijima, who had probably been waiting for him a few feet away.

“You and Tendou? So that’s why you’re so interested in volleyball all of a sudden!”

“Shut up!” you said, lightly slapping his shoulder as he laughed. But you felt light and relaxed, and that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to keep looking at your crush from afar anymore. Perhaps you two could become something more than strangers, maybe you could even become friends, and then maybe, just maybe, something more than that.

“You know, he’s been asking about you lately.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just wanted to see how long it would take before one of you made a move.”

 “Semi!”

“Well, it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

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Maybe "Who made you cry?" With Hunter? idk why but I think it fits

Sorry this took me a while! I’m not sure how it turned out, it felt a little corny in the moment

Hunter x girl (lol idk what to put, it’s not OC or reader, just a lot of she/her pronouns)  | 1.3k words

“Who made you cry?” from this prompt list.

It was her laugh that had done him in.

Bright and cheerful and full of heart. It was infectious, compelling anyone fortunate enough to hear it to want to join in. It was like she radiated this warmth, this light, and the sound of it echoed within his mind long after he'd left her.

It was a fairly short mission, more of an exploration than anything, but it took him and his brothers away from her village long enough for him to realize just how attached he'd become to the girl. He had never planned on falling for anyone. This life of his was far too dangerous and chaotic and busy and unfair for him to even entertain the idea that he could include someone else in it. But there she was, seemingly waiting for him to show up to her planet on some random mission so they could finally complete each other. He had held himself back as long as he could, kept his feelings properly ignored....

And then she had laughed.

He dreamed about the sound. Could feel it coursing through him like a thousand volts of an impossibly pleasant electrical current. He would never get enough of it, he knew that now, being so far away (the next town over) and for so long (two days). It sure would complicate things, once the full mission was over, but for now he was determined to let himself pursue this... this... whatever this new sensation was called.

So when the scouting trip finally wrapped up and their speeders zipped back across the plain, Hunter had never felt more alive and eager to see someone in his entire, battle-hardened existence.

She was not waiting for him as eagerly as he had hoped. In fact, she was't waiting for him at all. The other villagers casually dismissed her absence, pointing him in directions that were unfruitful and frustrating. He finally stopped taking their advice and put his own tracking stills to use, following his senses through street after street until he finally made out her lovely figure sitting alongside a watering hole. He found himself holding more of his breath as he neared her. Her laugh may had stolen his heart, but her beauty had been the first thing to catch his eye. It was an unconventional beauty, but a beauty nonetheless.

"Hey," he announced himself so he wouldn't scare her. As he said the words, he could feel that something was off. She had a different sort of air about her this time, more subdued and tired. But she quickly tried to cover it up, turning toward him with a smile as welcome as ever.

"You're back," she whispered as if she couldn't believe it. She scooted over to make room for him to join her at the edge of the basin, even though there was no one else around.

"I'm back," he repeated as he settled next to her. He hung his arms awkwardly over his knees.

"Well? Mission success?"

"We got what we needed."

She looked at him with wide, imploring eyes, so he chuckled and began recounting some of the details. He was used to giving mission debriefs, or analyzing things with his brothers for future improvement. But this, this simple act of sharing how his days went, telling a story about a part of his life he all-too-often took for granted, was different territory for him. He found himself glancing at the girl constantly, gauging her reactions to know if he was being too boring or confusing. She maintained her interest, eating up most of his words with such enjoyment... only the details of a minor flesh wound Tech sustained after tripping over a log made her turn up her nose, so Hunter quickly moved on with the story.

"And how about you?" he eventually asked, deciding he'd had enough talking about himself and wanting to hear from her now. Her mood had perked up considerably but he was still concerned about her previous state. "What'd you get up to while we were gone?"

She gave him a knowing look, though he wasn't sure what it was that he was supposed to know by it.

"The first day wasn't so bad," she sighed a little. "The elders had us redistributing supplies most of the day, so that kept me busy... and distracted."

She self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ears, which he only just noticed were flushed.

"But yesterday... It was tough. I didn't feel like doing much. I had a shorter temper. Ended up arguing over nonsense. Cried a few times."

Hunter snapped to attention at that, as if he was back in the training rooms of Kamino being addressed by the commanding officers.

"What? Who made you cry?"

He looked around as if the offender was still nearby, lurking in some unknown shadow. The thought of the sweet and beautiful girl next to him shedding a single tear made him feel annoyed and even a little sick. Who could ever hurt her like that?

It took him longer than he should have to notice she was giggling at his reaction. He frowned down at her, utterly confused.

"What? I just want to know who."

She playfully pushed his shoulder. "You did, silly."

He still didn't understand, which only made her laugh more. There it was, that gorgeous, magical sound he'd been longing to hear again, and yet he couldn't savor it, not when she'd just told him that he had somehow been the cause of her suffering.

"What did I do?"

She shook her head incredulously. "I thought it was obvious...."

When he still didn't show signs of catching on, he could see her face slowly falling, retreating ever so slightly.

"Hunter, I missed you," she said, quiet but confident.

By the way Hunter felt all his senses simultaneously stop and go into overdrive, she might as well have said she loved him. He had never been missed by anyone, ever. And to hear it coming from her, the one person he had missed himself....

But then the reality of what her words meant sunk in. Yes, she cared for him enough to feel glum in his absence, but he didn't ever want her to feel such a thing again. The simple truth still remained: she had cried because of him.

"Oh, hey, I'm... I'm sorry," he found himself moving closer to her, wrapping a protective and soothing arm around the back of her shoulders. "I missed you, too, Cyar'ika."

She lit back up at that and leaned into him. He rested his head atop hers.

"So, so much..." he whispered into her hair.

"What are we going to do, Hunter? It's only a matter of time before you have to leave again, and you won't be coming back. I don't want to keep you from your life, but I just don't know if I can handle it."

He could feel every part of her as she laid against him. Her breath, her heartbeat, her warmth. It grounded him in a way nothing ever had before. His mind was usually active with thoughts and strategies in situations like this, when options were few and far between but the will to find the perfect plan of action was still strong. However, in this moment, that part of him quieted. He couldn't explain it, but he just knew a solution would present itself eventually. There was no need to rush for it now and miss out on the simple peace of the moment. 

"We'll figure it out," he reassured her, turning focus to bask in her.

Her beauty had caught his eye, her laugh had captured his heart... and her presence would sustain him. He was sure of it.

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May request prompt

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love." Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL

For Haruka from i7 please?

7. “Even if we’re far apart, I’ll keep singing for you with all my love.” Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL from the lyric prompt list! thank you for your request!! i love haruka so so so much, he's my favorite character in i7! >< also! i'm trying a slightly new format that i'll be aplying to my future posts! i'll also start editing the old ones just beause,, yeah i think it looks cute. the colored letters aren't part of the format, but i felt like they fit here so lol on a slightly sadder note, the first draft of this got deleted on accident and i had been sulking about it for a while but lol here we are warnings: gn reader, light hurt/comfort, fluff, long-distance relationships, set sometime in the future of i7's story, though this is pretty much fluff without plot,,, word count: 1623 words

"Up next are Natsume-san and Isumi-san, three minutes!" the voice of a staff member makes him look up from the screen of his phone, where he had been aimlessly scrolling down on his SNS while the hairstylists did his hair.

"Yeah, understood." He answers, putting his phone down on the table as a makeup artist retouches his makeup.

The young idol then walked alongside his unitmate to enter the dark stage, adjusting his in-ear monitor as he sat down on the chair preppared for him beforehand, surrounded by the expectant, excited whispers of the audience who waved their lightsticks in support for their favorite idols. Scanning the audience with his eyes, he clutched his microphone.

The spotlights landed on the two idols as the music started to play and they could hear the cheering of their fans before they quieted down, in order to hear their singing.

"I wandered, lost in my loneliness like a desert without roads."

Haruka Isumi didn't need anyone at his side to be the best, everyone will just drop him the moment the next shiny, newest toy appears in front of them. At least, that's what his experience had taught him.

"There, a single, tiny flower became the melody of love."

Then everything happened. ZOOL happened. But more importantly, you happened.

He, who didn't care for almost anything anymore, became infatuated with you. He fell in love with you, who always looked at him and appreciated him, you, who always supported him and never laughed at him.

"My tears suddenly fell, shaking the green leaves."

You, who helped him through each and every one of his worst moments and were there to laugh with him during his best moments, you, who were both his best friend and his dear, dear lover.

"Wow, 'the weaker you become...'"

You, who always supported him on his dreams and were the first one to congratulate him on everything he achieved.

You, who he was now supporting as you walked to your own dreams.

You, who were walking towards your dreams, far, far away from him.

"(So, don't look back)."

"'...the kinder...'"

You, who he hoped woke up earlier than usual today just to see him singing live even if it was through a computer.

"(Sharing, big love)."

"'...you'll become.' Your gentle warmth taught me that."

You, who taught him everything he knew about romantic love, who showed him that there was more to people than hatred and betrayal. So warm and gentle, you always made him feel like he belonged somewhere.

But you're not next to him, not anymore. Not physically, at least.

But, that's alright. It hurts, it hurts so much and it makes him anxious constantly even if he'd never admit it out loud. But that's alright.

"Like the falling rain, we are not alone."

That's alright, even if it hurts and it brings scary, unwanted thoughts into his mind, it's alright. It's alright, because he knows you're doing what you love just like he is.

And it's alright, because he's not the weak, arrogant crybaby he was when you met. He's stronger now, he has grown up, he's mature. He can handle this. He can keep this going. He can support you without crying every night for your absence.

"Beneath this wide sky, even if you're on the other side of the world, I'm thinking--"

"--of you again today."

It's alright, because he knows you've grown up as well, he knows neither of you is a stupid, oh so stupid and inexperienced highschooler like when you first met. He knows, you both can be stronger than this distance.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"Look, the crescent moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He knows this, and still...

He can't help but get worried, sometimes.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"I want to envelop everything..."

He can't help but worry that you'll get tired of this. Tired of him always being busy, of your schedules never matching, of how he still has to keep you as a secret to protect you from the tabloids and his crazed fans. Worry that you might find someone who has less trouble giving affection, someone who can love you better than him.

Though all his worries wash away, everytime you send him a picture of his newest merchandise that just arrived to your apartment and a cute stamp through RabbitChat at ungodly hours for him, followed by the usual voice note saying 'i love you'.

He knows you have your own fears about it all, as well. But he's told you, over and over again, without ever feeling annoyed, that he only has eyes for you, no matter how many pretty actresses and idols try to snatch him away, the only person he loves in that way is you and only you.

There has never been anyone else but you inside his heart.

You're the only one Haruka wants to spend his whole life with, the only one who can fully understand him and love him.

"...Just as the gentle wind loves the sea..."

And no matter how longer you may have to be apart, how many people you both will meet and how many worries there will be in between before you can next meet again, he wants to and will make sure to remind you daily that he loves you and will love you until he takes his last breath.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love."

He lifts his gaze to look at the camera with a content sparkle hidden in his eyes, once his next line comes around.

"I wish you--"

("I got a scholarship to finish my college studies overseas, Haruka!" You told him a couple years ago.)

"--happiness."

("I'll be here waiting for you to comeback when you're ready." He called your name that night at the airport, hugging you close before you took off.)

"This seed of happiness that I touched exists to protect the person I love."

("It must be hard for you, isn't it? You don't need to call me every day if you're too tired to do it. I can wait for as long as you need.")

"Our words dissolve in the twilight."

("Nonsense! I... am, tired, but! You must be tired too, right? Get some rest, I'll hang up if you promise you're going to rest too!")

"That seed of happiness that you touched reaches out to someone I don't know."

("I saw that selfie you posted with those two from ainana, I'm so happy to see you really have friends!" "Why did you even doubt that?!" "I worry about you, since I can't see you everyday and all that...")

"Because the circle of love that connects us lights up tomorrow."

("I miss you." "I know, I miss you too." "Let's try to meet during my summer break?" "I already told you, didn't I? I can wait for as long as you need, dummy.")

"Look, it has started to rain."

("Isn't it almost midnight there? Go to sleep." "But I wanna talk more with you..." "You're so hopeless... Go on, sleep, I'm not going anywhere until you sleep." "Hehehe, can I get a lullaby from you before I sleep?" "There's no helping it, right? You really get needy when it's late at night." "But you love anyway, so it works out...~")

"I want to envelop everything, Shadow."

("...Yeah, I love you.")

"Today's live was amazing, Haruka!" Your voice tells him through the phone while he layed down on his bed, late at night in his timezone. "Everyone was so cool, but you were the coolest! The whole time you were on screen I was all like 'Yes this is my boyfriend just look at him go he's so amazing!!!'"

He chuckled at your words, a loving gaze softening his gaze while he listened to your voice.

"I know, right? Praise me more, praise me more~ But only after you tell me, did you sleep early yesterday to wake up early today?"

"I totally did! I wouldn't miss one of your shows if I can help it!"

Though most of the times you couldn't.

He still felt his heartbeat race up at your support.

"You're so cute, did you know that?"

"Eh-? Why tell me that all of a sudden?!"

"Because..." He yawned. "I want to." You went silent for a second, before speaking again.

"You're tired, aren't you? You should go to sleep..."

"No... wanna talk to you more..."

He can already hear your tender smile just from your words alone.

"Go ahead, Haruka. You did well today, you deserve some rest."

"Do I get a lullaby from you to sleep?"

You chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. You are so needy when it's late at night..."

"Like you're one to talk."

"I know, I know."

He smiles, hearing you giggle through the phone.

"I wish I could hold you until you fell asleep right now... But since I can, you'll have to do with me singing my new favorite song for you~"

"'s okay, I like your voice. I'd listen to your voice the whole day if you wanted me to."

"Then... I'll start..." You cleared your throat, and he couldn't help but smile to himself again when he heard the lyrics of his duet song with Minami.

You're not a singer like he is, and you of course haven't trained your voice for as long as he has, he knows that and he still loves the sound of your singing voice.

He drifts off to sleep with your voice as his lullaby, and he knows you both hold true to the lyrics for as long as you need to.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love...~"

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[cake-writes]

No Vacancy (2/5)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Story Warnings: Both Bucky and Reader are gonna get kind of dark in this, so… Dark Fic (I guess?), Very Dubious Consent, Somnophilia (sex with a sleeping partner – and it’s gonna be more than once), Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Hair-Pulling, Choking, Spanking, Degradation, Visible Marks, Breathplay, Throatfucking, Restraints, Masturbation, Angst, Anxiety, Feels, Mutual Pining, VERY OBVIOUSLY 18+

Summary: You and Bucky have been on so many missions together, you’ve lost count. How is it that you’ve never shared a bed until now?

A/N: this chapter was supposed to be about half this long and contain the next chapter’s plot, but now the next chapter is going to involve a POV shift so tl;dr yeah idk what i’m even doing anymore 🤷 LOL enjoy!!! *nervous laughter* what the fuck

Part One / Master List

In the soft fleece of his sweatpants, he feels… sticky. Strange. Off, and Bucky realizes, then, that he must have had a wet dream.

Shit.

It’s his first realization upon waking. The second is that you’re already up; the sheets beside him are long cold, and he can hear the shower running, water splattering unevenly against tile as you wash away yesterday’s road trip. Too many hours cooped up in a stuffy beater, but the two of you have been on so many missions together now that it’s commonplace. Normal.

He’s more used to being with you than by himself anymore.

The two of you drove to the middle of nowhere for this mission, and by the time he pulled into town – a little after 1 in the morning – the only motel was already fully booked, save for a single room with a queen bed. Some wellness convention in town, apparently, and a whole thirty attendees by the looks of things, but you just took the room keys with a shrug and a smile.

“We’ll manage. Right?”

“Yeah,” came his answer, automatic, but it felt wrong to share a bed with you because it’s more than that for him. The way he always trails behind you like a lost puppy dog, like when you made your way back outside to grab your bags – it’s obvious.

He wants this.

You don’t.

And now, the very thought of you wet and naked in the shower makes him uncomfortably hard. He can picture it so easily because his mind’s already done the dirty work for him. What should have been a nightmare last night, a vivid memory of one of Hydra’s breeding experiments from decades past – well, it wasn’t so bad this time. It felt real. It felt good, and he can only assume that’s because you were in it.

A nameless face replaced by yours, gasping, wanting, begging for more, begging him to breed you, to fill you, to make you his – it’s a fantasy he’s kept under lock and key for far too long. 

It’s difficult enough having to share a bed with you, so why the hell did he have to dream about that now?

You make him feel things he shouldn’t. You always have.

The shower shuts off, then, and Bucky quickly pulls himself out of bed to hide the evidence of his crime. White-stained sweats are discarded in favour of a fresh pair, just in time for you to pull open the bathroom door, one towel tucked taut around your body and another for your hair.

You stop in your tracks when you see that he’s awake. It’s a longer pause than necessary, and he feels the heat bloom in his cheeks as you stare at him. The way you study his face makes him nervous, makes him feel like you know what he’s done: that he’s dreamt of you, that he’s made a mess because of you.

It’s embarrassing. It’s humiliating.

At least until you offer him a casual, “Morning, Bucky,” and make your way to your suitcase.

Maybe he’s thinking too much. Nothing’s changed.

“Morning,” he responds, but his throat is dry. He wants to ask how you slept, half to ascertain that you don’t know and half because he’s genuinely curious, but he doesn’t ask. He’s too nervous.

“Shower’s free,” you say, turning away from him to rifle through your things for a change of clothes.

And of course Bucky’s eyes lock onto the exposed skin of your shoulders and back because he just can’t help himself, not when he’s feeling like this, and he watches a droplet of water roll from the nape of your neck to beneath your towel – right next to a couple of freckles he swears he saw in his dream, the very dream where he fucked the breath out of you and filled you with cum until you couldn’t take anymore. But not for lack of trying.

Christ.

“Yeah,” Bucky rasps, tearing his eyes away just seconds before you turn back around, t-shirt and jeans in hand. “Okay. Thanks.”

He won’t look at you again. He can’t. 

He shouldn’t think about you like this. He shouldn’t want you like this.

So he escapes into the steamy room, because he’s just about ready to jump out of his own skin. The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and the sound comes as a small comfort; it’s a barrier, almost, one that’s quickly forgotten when he sees your toiletries on the benchtop and in the shower.

He’s surrounded by you.

He’s suffocating.

The shower leaves Bucky feeling a lot more refreshed.

Ropes of sticky white wash down the drain along with his worries, and he already feels better. Clearer. Even if it’s wrong to imagine you that way, it still takes the edge off – lets him concentrate more on the mission than you, which is the entire reason the two of you are here.

Problem is, he feels like god damned teenager. 

What the hell is wrong with him?

“What’s the plan for today?” he asks you, towelling dry his hair with one hand. He’s still shirtless – pulled on a pair of black jeans a minute ago, but he hasn’t yet grabbed a shirt out of his duffel because he’d rather try for a proper conversation with you. Try to make things feel normal again.

This is commonplace, he has to remind himself. Casual. 

You’ve shared a room before, a fact only further proven when you glance up at him from the notebook in your lap and barely bat an eyelash. You’re sitting on the bed with your legs crossed, going over the mission notes and putting together a list of potential leads just like you always do.

“Breakfast,” you answer. “I did a little light reading while you were in the shower.” That’s when you hold up a pamphlet with the motel’s branding on it for emphasis. “Free muffins, see? All you can eat.”

Nothing’s changed. You’re the same as ever.

Bucky snorts. “How bad do you think their coffee is?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be awful,” you say with a grin, tossing the pamphlet back down onto the bed. “Come on, hurry up. I’m starving.”

“Muffins aren’t gonna fill you up, you know,” he teases, reaching around you for the pamphlet. He wants to check if it mentions any specific brand of coffee or if he’ll be drinking dirt today.

Not that it matters, because that’s when you do react; it’s barely noticeable, but you flinch.

Not normal.

A shaky breath escapes your lips.

“After breakfast, we should stop by the pharmacy,” you try continue on with the day’s itinerary like nothing’s wrong, like you didn’t just jump because he got too close, but he can discern the slight tremble in your voice.

You’re scared. Even Bucky can see it.

“Why?”

It’s a question he doesn’t want you to answer. Not really.

When you look up at him again, there’s some emotion there – something unreadable. It’s like you want to say something, maybe, but you don’t. Instead you clear your throat and give him the obvious excuse: “I’m not feeling too great today. Gonna grab some cold meds.”

A lie.

And then you shift to squeeze your thighs together, before you hop up from the bed entirely – up and away from him.

“Alright,” Bucky acquiesces, but it’s only out of respect for you that he does.

You’ve never done that before.

You’ve never lied to his face like that before.

You’ve never been scared of him before. Not like that.

He should know; he’s gotten close to you a lot, probably too often if he’s honest with himself, but it’s not like anyone’s actually keeping track except for him. The two of you have played newlyweds and siblings and all sorts of stupid roles together on undercover gigs; he’s had his arm around you, had his body up against yours, even, and you’ve never, ever reacted that way.

Why now?

As Bucky pulls a shirt over his head, he catches you watching him in the mirror. There’s something dark about the look in your eyes that unsettles him, but it feels even worse when you look away.

Bucky opens the door to the guest services office for you, and when you walk in, he gently places his hand on your lower back like he’s done a number of times before. This time, however, it’s a test.

You don’t react. You don’t even blink.

Maybe he’s thinking too much. Again.

It’s been raining for a while, judging by the number of puddles in the ill-maintained parking lot and the bucket catching water in the foyer of the office. Bucky finds himself thinking that the two of you might have gotten lucky with your room; no leaks yet, but his mind is still stuck on other matters.

Maybe you really aren’t feeling well. Maybe that’s all it is.

The office smells even more damp and dusty this morning than it did last night. It makes his nose wrinkle.

“This place is a real mess, isn’t it?” you whisper under your breath, eyes alight with mischief as you peer up at him in the dim lighting. You’re so close that the sweet scent of your shampoo cuts through the mustiness like a balm.

His brows raise in amusement. “Think it’s worse than the Ozarks?”

It’s an inside joke the two of you share: the worst place you’ve been on a mission together.

You chew your lip as you consider the question; then, “Close.”

“Good morning,” comes a cheery voice from the reception desk, and Bucky looks over to find a new face there, a plump older woman smiling at him. She’s a far cry from the pimpled teenage boy who gave you the keys last night, the one who checked out your cleavage in the process.

Not that you noticed, because the look Bucky shot him was enough to make him stop.

“Morning, ma’am,” he greets pleasantly. “We’re here for breakfast.” An elbow nudges him in the ribs, prompting him to clarify in annoyance, “The muffins.”

She nods. “Of course! Follow me.”

As she leads the two of you to the breakfast room – back through a hallway behind the reception desk, because that’s not weird at all – Bucky mouths, “Really?” at you over his shoulder. 

You just give him an innocent little shrug in return, like you didn’t elbow him in the ribs. Then you gesture to the long hallway and mouth back, “What the hell?”

Now it’s his turn to shrug. The two of you have stayed in your fair share of dives, but this place is in a class of its own. It’s bizarre, and the breakfast room is even worse: tiny, with a shoddy plastic table set up on one side, opposite an empty wall covered in paintings that are probably older than he is. There’s also nowhere to sit, because the room’s too small for that.

Thankfully, the muffins do look appealing. They’re large and varied and stacked high on two serving platters, and he has to wonder how many of the guests actually take up the motel on their offer. A quick check of his watch indicates that it’s a little after eight; maybe the two of you are just the first to arrive.

“Enjoy,” says the woman – Bucky glimpses her nametag, then, which reads Judy – and after he offers her a nod in thanks, she heads back down the hallway to the front desk.

“Thank you,” you call out behind her, awkwardly, and he stifles a laugh.

This room – or should he say closet? – doesn’t smell so musty. Not like the rest of the place. It’s the one silver lining, he supposes, because nothing else about it is very appealing. Next to the muffins sit two diner-style coffee pots in their cradles, as well as a stack of styrofoam cups, some cream and sugar, and a bowl of fruit.

So much for a continental breakfast. There’s barely anything here.

After he selects a particularly red apple, Bucky pulls two cups from the stack and deadpans, “Happy now?”

You beam at him. “Delighted.”

“You’re an idiot,” he tells you, pointedly, which only makes you smile more. That’s when he makes sure to grab the caffeinated coffee pot, because he can already tell it won’t be worth the lack of caffeine otherwise – which is what he desperately needs right now in order to deal with you.

“Yeah,” you say through a mouthful of blueberry muffin, “but I’m your idiot.”

Bucky’s heart stutters inside of his chest, and he very nearly spills the coffee he’s pouring.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

But he doesn’t spill a drop, and soon he’s got two styrofoam cups of lukewarm coffee in hand as he makes his way over to where you’re leaning against the wall. Both have equal amounts of cream and sugar to dilute the taste, so he chooses one at random to offer you.

“You’re gonna choke if you keep stuffing your face like that. Here.”

It’s not an order, exactly, but you accept the cup from him anyway and take a sip. Bucky can tell the moment it hits your tastebuds because you immediately make a face.

“Worse than the Ozarks?” he suggests again, with a teasing lilt.

“Oh yeah,” you reply with a grimace. “At least the muffins aren’t bad.” To prove your point, you break off a piece with your thumb and forefinger and hold it out to him expectantly.

This is commonplace. It’s normal. It’s casual, but he pauses; there’s a look in your eyes he doesn’t recognize, something dark, hungry, and he feels the heat start to creep up his neck.

Why do you keep looking at him like that?

When he hesitantly opens his mouth, you feed the piece of muffin to him. Of course you do, but your fingertip lingers a little too long – and his tongue slowly licks the crumbs away, prompting a sharp intake of breath from you.

This isn’t normal.

It’s only when you chew your lip and pull away does the spell break. Bucky immediately averts his eyes – winds up staring down into his cup of coffee like he’s just gotten caught doing something he shouldn’t have, but the reprimand he’s expecting to hear doesn’t come.

A crinkle cuts through the silence, and then, “It’s good, right?”

Bucky glances up from his coffee to find that you’re not focused on him, now, but on the wrapper of a banana bread muffin. His face finally flushes hot, almost like it’s been waiting to make sure you’re not looking – and you definitely aren’t. Not now.

It’s embarrassing.  It’s humiliating.

“Yeah,” he answers, heart racing inside of his chest. “It’s good.”

And then he takes a sip of coffee, but the only thing he can taste is the sweetness of your skin.

“Have any other rooms opened up?”

Your question to Judy on the way back outside makes his heart sink.

Breakfast didn’t feel quite right after that, but Bucky thought things were fine. At least until you stopped to ask that, anyway. He checks his watch again to distract himself from his nerves; almost nine o’clock now.

“I’m afraid not, dear,” Judy informs you politely. “The convention booked us right up. Probably won’t have any other rooms available until Monday.”

Today is Friday.

Shit.

“That’s okay. Thanks anyway.”

While you offer her a sweet smile to go along with your platitudes, Bucky knows instantly that it’s not a real one because it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. It’s like he’s on autopilot when he opens the door for you this time, because he’s too caught up in his head to even notice. 

Was it because of breakfast that you want to switch rooms, or maybe you do know what he was dreaming about this morning and you’re just too nice to say anything—

“Bucky?”

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and he looks down at you to find that your brows are furrowed and you’re asking him a question, now.

“I said, are you okay with staying here one more night? Sorry, I know it’s not ideal. Guess it’s not too comfortable sharing the bed with me, huh?”

An awkward laugh follows your supposed joke, and you briskly rub your arms because it’s a little chilly this morning from the rain.

For a moment, he just stares. How can he do anything else? It takes him a second to process what you’ve asked, what you’ve said; and then he realizes you were looking for another room because you think he’s uncomfortable.

“What are you talking about?” he finally manages.

“Since you got up this morning, you’ve been kind of…” You pause to think of a good word for it, and then you finally say, “off, I guess?” Then you rub the back of your neck, looking about as awkward as he can only imagine you feel. “I don’t blame you. Things were a lot different in the 40s, right, and I pressured you into sleeping with me, didn’t I—”

“You pressured— What?” That’s right. He remembers, then, that it’s anxiety – that you’ve got the same issue he does. You overthink. “Now wait just a damn second, doll. When did I say I wasn’t comfortable?”

Your mouth opens for a few prolonged seconds, and then it shuts, like there’s something on the tip of your tongue that you want to say but you just can’t get it out. Again.

“I slept with you because I wanted to. You sure as hell didn’t have to pressure me into it.” The way he says the word makes it sound like the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, maybe because it is. “Okay?”

The implication of his choice of words and yours hangs heavy in the air as you peer up at him through your lashes – searching for the lie, but there isn’t one. All you’ll find is his honesty, and he assumes you do when you reply, “O...Okay.”  

And then, when your search gives way to something darker, baser, Bucky breaks away. He doesn’t know what to do when you look at him that way, but it makes him think of things he absolutely shouldn’t.

“Come on,” he calls over his shoulder, feeling his face flush and his heartbeat quicken. “We’ve gotta get moving.”

He shouldn’t think about you like this.

He’s suffocating.

Part Three

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #no vacancy

[gallickingun]

hello!! i came over from the lilhemmo fam and wanted to ask if you were planning on writing for bnha?? if so, could i request something about baku?? i am in love with your writing and him, so it's the perfect mashup! thank you in advance!!

a/n: i’m slowly making my way through the show, so i can’t promise i’ll deliver on their characters very well! but yes, i’d love to branch out from dbz :) hopefully this does ‘suki justice!!

warnings; swearing (obv), blood, battle, etc. if you watch the show, you should be good lol. if it needs saying, everthing is 18+ even if there’s nothing inappropriate going on lol. just to be safe. 

also, grabbed the prompts that are bolded from THIS LIST! 

“All right you fuckin’ extras, now listen up! I-hey!”

“We’re not letting you just run in and bash their heads in, ‘Suki. That hasn’t worked any of the times you’ve suggested it.”

He’s growling and setting off explosions in his gloves, but you step in front of him and start instructing the others. The heat radiating off of him from behind you is excruciating, but you know you’ll just have to deal with him once everyone else has disbanded.

“You piss me the hell off.”

“Yeah, and?”

Bakugo rips his gloved hands through his hair, stomping on the ground, “You’re lucky I don’t blow your ass to hell right here!”

“It’s just a training exercise,” you step forward so you’re closer to him, only the bulky material of his gauntlets coming between you. “You really should learn to lighten up, ‘Suki.”

Something in him falters at the name and you can’t help but notice it. However, a millisecond later his expression has hardened and his eyes are like crystalline amber. You touch his wrist, “You’re our most important weapon, and you know that. Having you charge in first doesn’t do us any good.”

“Damn you,” he mutters, shaking his head as he stands to his full height, spine erect. Bakugo licks his lips and you watch as his chest heaves, “I hate it when you make sense.”

You allow yourself a faint smile but it’s gone as soon as an explosion bursts off in the distance. With one look at him, you know the training exercise has started. The two of you bolt forward, joining the others.

It doesn’t last very long. Even though you’re all side kicks at your current agency, you’ve got your own strengths and abilities that you’ve all learned to hone in on and perfect. Even Bakugo has since tampered down his ultra-destructive tendencies, although he’d never admit it out loud.

“Well, shit, you guys aren’t as terrible as you were yesterday,” Bakugo looms over a training robot, the only thing remaining is cinders. He kicks the ash into the air and looks up to where a group of sidekicks have gathered, “Seems like training with the champ is rubbing off on ya.”

The others look at you, your knuckles torn with use and chest heaving, and it burns something much more than nitroglycerin in his body. You lick your lips and smear the blood from your cheek, “Good job, guys. Go grab a bite to eat.”

You are the last left in the locker room after all of the other heroes have maneuvered their way to the agency’s cafeteria. You try your hardest to hide your injuries from them, waiting until they’re all gone to remove your costume. You wince as the chest plate gives way to a plethora of bruises littered over your skin, turning it all shades of green and purple. Your knuckles haven’t healed, the insides of your gloves sticking to the bloody scabs hidden underneath.

The doorway wooshes and you hear the familiar heavy steps echo in the locker room, “For fuck’s sake, ‘Suki, can I not get a moment without you bombarding me?”

You’re able to hide the wince that the intense tone draws out of you by turning your head so he’s only able to see the back of you. You swallow and lick your lips, a heavy breath forcing your chest up and down.

“I’m sick of you takin’ all the damn spotlight,” Bakugo spits on the ground as he approaches you. He reaches for your shoulder to turn you around to face him, “Listen here, I’m the number one, and I’ll be the one who orders around all those idiots, not you!”

You wonder if now is the right time to let out your secret, to tell him exactly what you’ve been orchestrating for the past few weeks. You chew on your lip, nudging your boots off. If he’s this close, he’s going to figure out why you’re not fighting back sooner rather than later.

An apprehensive breath pauses your voice in your lungs, but you push past the anxiety crushing your chest and tilt your head just enough that you can look him out of the corner of your eye, “Well, you’re in luck, then, ‘Suki.”

He pauses, hand frozen on your shoulder blade.

You smile but it’s ironic, “I’m headed to a new agency. You can have this whole class of sidekicks to yourself now. You can kick all their asses.”

Bakugo blinks, and the thing he says next is confusing, “What the hell? You’re just-leaving?”

You push your shoes out of the way and stand to your feet, left in only your underclothes. Your torso is bare for the most part, the bright bruises on display for him to see. You cross your arms so your palms rest on your biceps, the crimson painted on your knuckles easy to make out even in the dim lighting of the locker room.

“I asked for a transfer when I realized our personalities were going to clash too much,” you shrug, licking your lips. You swallow, “I don’t want to get in your way, ‘Suki. The last thing I’d want to do is piss you off for the rest of our lives. I figured it’s what’s best for the both of us.”

Bakugo’s brows furrow as he takes in your body, the black paint around his eyes making his irises even more stark as his eyes widen. He takes a confused step backward from you, his body finally catching up with his mind. The way his gaze passes over you, taking in each of your injuries, he’s stuck in place.

The way you make him feel in this moment only fuels his rage. He’s sweating from the face, his gauntlets no doubt collecting an advanced amount of his nitroglycerin to dispose of later.

“So you just get to fuck off because I piss you off?” Bakugo’s jaw is clenched, the thin muscles quivering under the stress. “Doesn’t sound very hero of you.”

“We’ve both got a lot of potential, ‘Suki.” You shrug, “There’s no point in stunting both of us.”

He’s growling again and if you weren’t in so much pain, you’d let it stir you into an argument. His palms turn to fists at his sides and his gloves squeak under the pressure, “Is this supposed to be you telling me that we’re evenly matched? Cause we’re not!”

You roll your eyes, “Can you turn your ego off for seven seconds to listen to me?! I’m trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Maybe you’re what’s best for me!” Bakugo is shouting now, eyes strained as he leans forward. “You’re the only half-decent hero at this place. Sparring with you is the only part of my training that might make me better.”

You tilt your head and feel the bruise blooming on your jaw twinge. You’ll definitely have to see a healer after this. Your lower lip shakes, “Bakugo, I-”

“Shut up,” he grunts, tapping your shin with his boots, “I don’t need your sympathy.”

He’s turned a little softer on you, you think. The last thing you wanted was to leave the agency. Everything that he’s said, you’ve thought before. One of the best ways that you can become better in combat is to battle, and Bakugo doesn’t hold back on  you. He gives you his all, and in turn, it improves your strategy and strength. You’re not sure you’ve ever had a rival - no, a partner - who pushes you to go beyond your limits. 

Bakugo spins on his heels and starts to walk out of the locker room, leaving you with your thoughts. Just as the door opens, he cocks his head and looks you in the eyes.

“Oh, and don’t ever call me Bakugo again.”

You narrow your eyes at him, confused by the statement.

He chuckles at your simple mindedness, “You’re the only one allowed to call me ‘Suki. Don’t take it for granted.”

Before you can retort something smart, the locker room door swings shut.

-

a/n: i hope you guys liked it! i didn’t want to get too mushy on you on my first go around with bakugo lol. 

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[generalfoolish]

Ba'buir

Ba'buir: grandparent

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: soft!Din, non-canon backstory?

Word count: ~860

Pairing: (eventually!!!) Din Djarin x F!reader

Summary: Two Mandalorians get some intel about an Imperial Holdout

A/N: Hey babes! This is number ten of the #mandomay2021 prompt list. Sorry, it's late and it's short! I had my second vaccine yesterday and it killed me! Fully vaccinated, but currently struggling. I'm working on part 11, but I don't want to raise expectations here lol. Enjoy 💕

Masterlist | Ori'vod | Solaar

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You and Din were left waiting impatiently for the better part of an hour, before you were graced with Big Brother’s presence.

“What do mandalorians want with Imperial Holdouts?” The Phindian asked as he approached. The only indication that he was “Big Brother” was that the other patrons in the cantina vanished upon seeing him.

“Beskar.” Din told them evenly. It was a good lie.

“Hmpf. Well, then I will give you the information you need. Imps are bad for business.”

“Business?” You interjected.

“Mm, spice business. It's a family business.” You cocked your eyebrow, and then remembered the helmet hiding your reactions. The seeming lack of reaction had Big Brother filling in the cracks, babbling from nervousness.

“It was started a long time ago, by my grandfather’s father. The business was passed down to the eldest. My father met an untimely demise, and my grandfather taught me all the ins and outs.” You nodded, wondering what it was like having the kind of lineage you could trace back. Your ba’buir had perished during the purge, your father during another civil war. You wondered about Din. He said he was orphaned. Did he know his ba’buir before?

“That doesn’t matter. Just give us the coordinates.” Din told the Phindian, and you winced knowing it was your fault the man had prattled on.

“Here,” The Phindian slid the fob across the table. “We planted a tracker. There’s three units. Fairly large, but shouldn’t be an issue for mandalorians.” Big Brother smiled at you, his teeth striking against his yellow skin. Din grunted as he stood, and swiped the fob off the counter.

You followed Din’s broad back all the way to the ship. He didn’t speak as he punched the coordinates into his vambrace.

“Is it far?” You asked, your voice much smaller than you wanted it to be.

“About a day’s walk.” He told you, not looking up from his panel.

“Do you think we can handle it?” He looked up then, leveling his visor with yours.

“Of course, we can handle it.” You nodded, feeling suddenly unsure, fear creeping in and clutching your insides.

“We can always turn back.” He promised, and lifted his gloved hand to your helmet. You wished you could feel the real pressure. You shook your head, and he dropped his hand.

“I’ll grab some ration bars, if you grab the guns.” You told him weakly. You had trained heavily, all mandalorians had. You knew how to push fear and hesitancy down. You were a warrior.

You told yourself all of this anyway. It was mostly true. You had been trained. You just never really stuck the landing. There was a reason you hadn’t expected to get far in this endeavor. You were sure Din was a fighter. He had won the darksaber, of course he was a fighter. It was an understatement.

Before you had worried about nothing. You had no one to leave behind. Now you had to think about Din. He had Grogu, friends, and a planet, counting on him. He couldn’t be lost to your whims.

It wasn’t long until you met him back at the entrance of his ship. He had shouldered a bulky bag, a weapons bag, and you carried the smaller bag of food. You walked in a comfortable silence for a while, picking through the underbrush of the jungle, before you found your voice.

“Before, did you know your ba’buir?” You asked him, purposefully quiet. You half hoped he wouldn’t hear, or engage with you. You didn’t want to pry. It was a long time before he spoke.

“I was young when the mandalorians saved me. I mainly remember the day I lost everything, nehutyc.” You felt heat climb at the nickname, feisty was better than scrange. “But I remember my ba’buir making a family meal. It was sparse, I believe my family was likely quite poor. But, I remember her making the food, and taking care that it was good.” You listened quietly, as he told you story after story of his childhood. The words tumbled out of him, as though he had thought them lost to time. He joked about the brightly colored, red robes he used to wear, and how often his buir fussed at him for dirtying them. You had a hard time imagining the man before you ever playing in the mud.

“This is a good spot to rest for the night.” He told you, coming to a stop. You nodded, and pulled the bag from your shoulder. You moved past him to grab some kindling, and he softly held your arm.

“What about your ba’buir?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I never knew them. They were lost to the Purge.” You managed to get out, your throat feeling tight. He rubbed up your arm, and squeezed when he came to your forearm.

“I’m sorry.” You nodded at him, and kept walking out of the clearing. Your heart felt heavy with the loss, but you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you imagined a young Din, dusty, grabbing his ba’buir’s robes in the kitchen.

**

Ba’buir: grandparent

Nehutyc: feisty, gutsy

#mandomay2021 #the mandalorian #mando x you #mando x fem!reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #star wars #Star Wars fic

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Another possible chubby Az prompt for you my dear 😊 Crowley sees him in a form-fitting robe for the first time, all white and curve-hugging and pretty. In the sun it’s almost translucent, and every plump part of Az is on display. He looks like a painting come to life. Crowley genuinely has a nosebleed over it. Like, a real one. It’s really embarrassing. He needs a tissue. Maybe he snakes out a bit, gets scaly and can’t say his S’s right for a while lol

( Thank you so much nonny!!!! i loved both the prompts you sent!!!! so much!!! this one ended up shorter than i intended but i am so very tired! it turned out super cute though i think so it’s still a win!!! thanks again i hope you enjoy it!!! )

Ao3

The Garden In Between

It had been… days. Since the ark. Maybe weeks… Possibly months. Crowley squinted up at the sun, looked at the smooth stone buildings around him, let his fingers drift over the cool surface. It may have been years. But not many years. Not enough years for the buildings around him to look like ruins. So not many years at all. He wandered through the streets, moving nimbly around some giggling children as they ran past, chasing each other, smiles on their faces. Crowley smiled as he watched then stumble around the nearest corner. And then he smelled it.

An Angel.

He sniffed, his tongue running along his lip to get a better scent. He closed his eyes and focused. He’d been thinking about the Angel just yesterday. He’d seen some children eating something that looked sickeningly sweet and he knew, the Angel would love it. He sniffed again, deeply, and opened his eyes. It was his Angel alright. Now he just needed to find him.

He checked the market first, eyes moving over the food stalls quickly. He didn’t have to focus hard, Aziraphale was easy to spot. He nearly always stuck out like a sore thumb. Crowley supposed he must stick out as well, he only ever used the bare minimum of his magics to hide himself. And these days it was really just his eyes he needed to hide. People tended not to notice, or if they noticed, they didn’t say much. Either way, he couldn’t be bothered with that now, there were more pressing matters at hand. Matters like where an Angel might go in the city. An Angel who loved food and wasn’t anywhere near the food.

The garden.

The words had barely crossed Crowley’s mind before his feet were carrying him away. Down two side streets, three alleys, and a short cut through a rather grim looking building. He reached the garden gates and peeked inside. The garden was enormous, and beautiful, full of flowers and trees and life. He couldn’t see the Angel, but he could feel him. He stepped inside, wiggling his toes in the soft grass beneath his feet, as he walked.

He moved slowly, his fingers dragging over tree bark, and thick leaves, a gentle smile on his lips as sweet smells rushed through his nose. The sun shone through the trees at their thickest, shining rays of light illuminating the greenery beneath them. Crowley’s chest felt lighter and lighter the deeper into the garden he walked.

He could hear a stream now, the water gurgling in a far-off whisper. He followed the soft sounds, eventually meeting with the small path of water. He dipped his toe in, shivering at the chill. He followed the stream, this garden reminding him so much of the last one he’d been in. The day he’d met the Angel. He squinted into the sunlight passing through the trees, he could see something now. Something bright. He thought it might be sunlight reflecting off of water. He stepped through the trees, onto the banks of a small lake. And it was there that he found his Angel.

Crowley gasped, a strangled sort of sound, at the sight of the Angel. He was standing on a dark flat rock that reached out into the lake, the water just covering his ankles. But it wasn’t the rock that had Crowley gasping, nor was it the water lapping at the Angel’s pale skin. No. It was the sunlight. And the way it shone just behind the Angel, lighting him up. Crowley could see everything. Every curve, every dimple and roll. He tried to swallow, his throat closing around a strange clicking noise. The Angel turned then, toward the sound, and oh, this was so much worse.

The light was hitting him from behind now, his hips now outlined a beautiful shadow against his robes. Crowley could see him smiling, smiling at him, as he walked closer. His brain began to boil, his knees shaking and bumping together as the Angel moved closer.

“Crowley? Is that you?” his voice sounded far away, but he could hear in that voice that Aziraphale knew it was him, of course it was him, who else would it be? Crowley tried to answer, tried speak, to say anything, anything at all. His hands were shaking now as his eyes fell to the Angel’s thighs, the light behind him illuminating the way they moved when he walked, so perfect, so soft. Crowley longed to touch them, to feel them move that way beneath his palms. To know what it felt like to sink his fingers into the meat of the Angel’s thighs, and hear what heavenly noises he might make.

“Crowley?” there’s concern in that voice now. And Crowley knows his eyes have changed, he can feel them. And he can feel other things as well, scales. Along his arms, and his neck, and maybe a few along his face, he can feel them, pressing up out of his skin the closer the Angel gets to him. And then he’s there, right in front of him, looking like Heaven and making Crowley burn.

“Dear me, you’re bleeding.” His voice is much higher now. And it’s now that Crowley’s throat begins to work, how well it’s working remains to be seen.

“Ngk.” Is all that come out. And then the Angel’s fingers wrap around his wrist gently. He leads him to the water and makes him sit. He miracles a cloth and begins wiping at Crowley’s face, just under his nose. His nose was bleeding. How embarrassing. He blinks, slowly, his brain so very fuzzy. The Angel being so close not helping that. He shakes his head and comes back to himself, a little. He swats at Aziraphale weakly, trying to push his tending hands away.

“Now please. Let me help you. What happened to you?” the Angel sounds almost mad now. And it clicks, after a second, that he thinks someone has done this to Crowley. He nearly chokes on the irony. He moves his hand to Aziraphale’s wrist. Halting his ministrations.

“Sss’okay Angel, it jussst happens ssssometimes.” He takes the cloth from the Angel slowly, and he lets him, but only just. He doesn’t move away but he let’s Crowley tend to himself. He wipes at his face until the rag comes away clean.

“What on earth happened? I haven’t seen you this… snake like, since… well, since the beginning.” He says, sitting a little straighter and looking out over the water.

“Right. Yeah. It’ssss gardensss.” He says, internally flinching at the drawn out S’s, his tongue was in shambles in mouth, he could feel it, forked, flicking over his teeth restlessly. The flinch may also have been due to the completely, and badly, made up excuse, but Crowley was going to aim it at the tongue situation and not think about it any further.  

“Gardens?” the Angel asks, looking at him, brows furrowed. Crowley swallows.

“Yeah, gardens… they…” he has no idea where he was going with this.

“Bring back memories?” the Angle supplied.

Sure. Let’s go with that. Crowley nods, not trusting his mouth.

“Oh course. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I didn’t realize.” He said, sounding so very sincere.

“Ssss’nothing.” Crowley said, waving his worries away.

“Your scales seem to be fading.” He says, an offering, an attempt to make him feel better. Of course they were fading. Crowley was all but forcing them out, he hadn’t looked at the Angel since they’d sat down. He was so close now. It wasn’t safe to look directly at him this close up. Crowley was genuinely afraid he may just turn fully back into a snake. He glanced toward the Angel, he could see his robes bunched and resting on the soft curves of his thighs, his round stomach nestled perfectly above them.

“Oh, there they go again.” Aziraphale sighed. Crowley looked away again, feeling scales pressing forward, across his cheeks and down his neck, and thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be a snake right now. He could just… slither away.

“Are you certain you��re alright?” the Angel sounded worried now. Crowley did his best to meet his eyes.

“Sss’fine. Nothing to worry about.” he shook his head, not sure if he was shaking it to go with his words, or if he was trying to shake his tongue into submission. He was sure it didn’t matter. Aziraphale was still giving him that look.

“It’ll fade Angel. I’m fine.” The look in the Angels’ eyes didn’t fade.

“Thank you.” Crowley said, and watched the worry dissipate as the Angel looked away, finally.

“Well if you insist you’re fine I suppose I’m inclined to believe you.” The Angel said, his body moving in one of its little wiggles as he sat up straighter, Crowley felt scales run down his back like a chill in the night.

“I do.” Crowley looked away, his eyes falling back to his lap.

“You do what?” The Angel asked, not looking away from whatever his eyes had seen across the water.

“I inssissssss- oh really?!” Crowley growled, catching the Angel looking at him from the corner of his eyes. Crowley glared and the Angel laughed. He laughed. He tossed his head back, and laughed. Crowley sat there, scales breaking out across his skin like the plague, tongue twisting and turning in his mouth, begging to be free, eyes, locked on the Angel. The light was still shining on him, the sun had fallen a bit as they’d been sitting, turning a wonderful soft golden color, bathing Aziraphale in a warm glow. Crowley’s eyes tracked the way his hands fell to his stomach as he laughed, and watched the beautiful curve of it shake with laughter.

He watched the way his legs pulled up a bit, as he rocked backwards, and begged whoever might be listing these days to let him touch, just once, some day. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe not for hundreds of years. Maybe not thousands. But someday.

He sat, and he watched the Angel laugh, and told himself that this was enough. For now. If this was all he could have of the Angel, just moments like this, just the two of them.

It was enough.

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[robinofinashiro]

- request by @red-riots-crocs​: “Hello!! I would like to ask if I can request for a Sero fic with a plus size Latina reader!! I always see insecure plus size reader, but could i get a more confident plus size reader? The plot/headcannon could be up to you, but maybe just kinda more on the fluffy and domestic side? I’m thinking maybe a mini day in life? Idk its totally up to you :)) (I’m saving the angst and more “detailed” plot for the next ask lol) THANK YOU DEAR I LOVE YOU LOTS :)))”

- request status: open

- pairing: sero hanta x fem! reader

》 life with Sero would be amazing in general. whether that be bc of your friendship with him or you becoming his significant other, Sero would absolutely be an amazing friend or boyfriend. 

》 but you got lucky! you’re his girly-friend! so you get to see him being all soft and cute 25/8. plus, with Sero being so laid back, his dating preferences wouldn’t really matter to him. you can 4′8 or 6′1, skinny or plus sized, if he likes you, HE LIKES YOU. 

》 for the sake of the headcanon list, lets say the two of you are having a day out. the first thing he’ll suggest is to go to a park or maybe the pool if it’s nice enough. if it is, pool it is! and damn, is he glad that he suggested to go swimming bc you? in a swimsuit? FIRE. his eyes wouldn’t come off of you for the rest of the day. 

》 he’ll be the one to pack snacks or small meals depending if you guys stay at the pool for long periods of time. he’ll also suggest to take photos for both of your social medias! I can imagine Sero being the kind of boy to be very active on social media, especially with his girlfriend, so he’ll 100% post photos of you from the day you had. 

》 you are one confident girl anyway so imagine your confidence being partnered up with Sero’s compliments? they’ll be no way some petty side comment about your weight that would even bother you. but if the person who is deciding to harass you continues it, they might find the person taped to a pole. 

》 going back to snacks for a moment, your mom DEF taught you how to make pastries from wherever your from and Sero will be all over them too. he’ll probably scarf down the majority of what you made. either that or he’ll save whatever was left and give it to the Bakusquad to show off. 

》 “see this? my girlfriend made yesterday! and it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste!” 

》 that probably prompts a very embarrassed you. what can he say though? he’s proud that he’s dating a Latina! he gets to immerse himself in a new culture meanwhile eating some of the best food or pastries he has ever tasted. plus, if you weren’t born in Japan and just happened to move there for school or whatever, he will show you everything in Japanese culture as well. it’s a trade off basically! 

》 okay, so lets say that your day out happens to be in the middle of the winter, don’t fret! a day out in the cold, going ice skating or looking at a holiday light show is also his thing! he will probably even bring an extra set of hats and scarfs if he sees that you didn’t bring your own or are getting way too cold.

》 also, please indulge him and give him your sweater! totally see him as the kind of boy who has the thing that girls do about stealing sweaters. he isn’t going to lie, your scent is comforting, and he will not turn down the chance to wear you sweater and probably even wear it to bed. he’s THAT extra. 

》 umm, Latinx pastries??? especially around the holidays??? SIGN HIM THE HELL UP. if you aren’t able to travel for the holidays, your parents probably sent some over to you to enjoy and you can damn well assure that you gave him to Sero and in turn, you shared it with the entire class. 

》 for a winter date, it’s probably more fun than it is in the summer. going shopping for the holidays and giving Sero a few early holiday gifts and him giving you some in return would be CUTE AS FUCK. he’d probably give you some gag gift that he made with his tape and then give you your few early holiday gifts. that probably turns out to be a bit of a running gag for the both of you whenever you celebrate holidays together. 

》 another thing about that, HOLIDAY CLOTHES. man, seeing you dressed up to attend whatever holiday party the two of you have to go to and seeing you dressed in a dress or some form of casual clothing ascends him. you can assure that you both probably get matching holiday sweaters or footie pajamas. preferably maybe something in the Pokemon realm. 

》 IF HALLOWEEN IS A THING FOR YOU, COME ON!! MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES BABYYYY!! you’ll probably go as matching mummies since he has enough tape to go around. he’ll make sure to tighten up the tape a little bit around the chest. i mean c’mon, he’s a teenage boy who wants to indulge himself when he can. 

》 will most def give you a Halloween basket. it’s probably filled with candy, crappy scary movies from the late 70s and 80s, comfy socks, shit, if he has enough money, matching pajama bottoms. it’ll probably be those black and orange squared pajamas and a hoodie. he won’t be the type to scare you, however; he will bring you in the kind of schemes he has planned out against the rest of the Bakusquad. 

》 double dates are a sure thing with him too. whether that be if your double dating with Kiri and Baku or Todoroki and Midoriya, if he sees that another couple is just lounging around doing absolutely nothing, the four of you will probably see a scary movie that’s out or even go around trick or treating if happens to land around Halloween day. 

》 100% pulls up with the Halloween scented candles. pumpkin spice, apple spice, whatever is available and within his financial means, he’ll buy you some and give them to you so when he comes to your dorm, you can light them up. he’d even probably put in a few in the Halloween basket he makes for you. the rest of the dorms know when the two of you are hanging out bc they can smell the Blueberry Pie scent in the halls. 

》 the two of you will set up your dorm to be mildly spooky. i can see this turning into a competition for the entire dorm. the one to win at least the first year would be you and Sero. the years to follow would probably be Momo bc she has enough money to go all out and whoever has creative brains to pull off those kinds of D.I.Y. crafts the following year. it’ll probably be Jirou tho. 

》 shows you off to his parents fairly early! he’ll send photos of the two of you a few months in and his parents are in love with you. you’ll probably meet them around the holidays as he’ll probably tell you to come with him if you can’t go back home. you’ll be making food with his mom as she tells you all abt Sero as a baby and then probably watch sports with his father. 

》 they’ll def give you gifts that’ll probably match with Sero. they can’t help it. your his first serious girlfriend and they LOVE you so they’ll do everything to make you stay with him. plus, who wouldn’t turn down hearing stories abt baby Sero. it’s adorable.

》 whatever language you speak, whether it be Spanish, English, etc, his parents will make him learn it so he can immerse himself even more into another culture. idk, Sero’s parents would 100% be on board with the relationship and hope to see it progress past high school. 

》 overall, Sero as a boyfriend, 100% do it. DO IT. he’ll give you the world if he can and he damn well make sure that this relationship will last until the two of you leave U.A. and become semi-pro heroes. marriage, pregnancy, etc, would be for another headcanon list but i see Sero as the finding the one for life in high school. 

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[minghaocouture]

Wednesday, again?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun X Reader Genre: Comedy, Light Fluff, Soulmate AU Waring: Suggestive themes, drinking, mentions of one night stands WC: 2k+ Tag List: @princessthotty​ @tleeee​ @samemagicpoint​

Prompt: If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

A/N: ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i usually don’t write suggestive stuff so i’m sorry if that part seems a bit brushed over lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Growing up, you were a big fan of soulmates. After all, your parents were soulmates and so were their parents, it was a magical thing to think about. That there was one person out there who was just...meant for you! 

But as you grew, you never found your connection. Some people had timers, others had strings, some had words, but you had nothing. Nothing to point you in the direction of your intended. It was disheartening.

You did your best to stay optimistic, after all some people didn’t get their soulmark until they were 18 or even 20, but you could always feel that lingering fear in the back of your mind. 

Now here you were, in your mid twenties and in college, yet not sign of a soulmate or any kind of soulmark. At least until now.

“I swear to God if I have to sit through this lecture one more time I will legit fight someone.” You muttered, clinging onto your best friend, Handong, as she dragged you inside the classroom, laughing as she did. Obviously she wasn’t nearly as irritated as you. 

After all this was going to be her first time dealing with this lecture, meanwhile you were on your...twelfth replay? 

Sure twelve didn’t seem like much when it was just a lecture but this was the twelfth time you had experienced this day, down to the smallest detail...everything was the same. Almost two weeks of nothing really changing was starting to drive you crazy. At first, you would explain what was happening to Handong, telling her everyday that you were repeating everything. The two of you had eventually figured out that it was your soulmark, and so you set out to find whoever your soulmate might be in hopes of ending the loop. After a week with no results, you stopped telling her about your situation.

So now here you were, sitting in your lecture hall...getting ready to listen to your professor drone on and on about history. You had to admit that Professor Byun was hot and funny, but not one was hot or funny enough to make you okay with this. 

Taking your usual seat, you dropped your head onto your desk fully prepared to sleep your way through this lecture. That was the best thing about being stuck in the same day, the trouble you got into only lasted for that day. Everything would reset again tomorrow. 

“Are you going to Jooheon’s party tomorrow? I heard that DJ H.One is gonna make an appearance!” 

Of course, you unfortunately already knew this. You’d tried going to the party a few times during your repeats, but nothing ever came of it. Okay that’s a lie, you got to make out with the hot DJ, so there was that, but nothing soulmate wise happened.

“ ‘m not going.” Your voice muffled as you refused to remove your head from the table to look at her. You could practically feel her pouting as she stared at your slumped over frame. 

“Well, now you’re not getting a choice. I’ll drag you there if I have to!” She declared. You heard rustling as she pulled out her supplies, getting ready to take notes for the day. “I really don’t get what’s up with you today. You were fine yesterday, did you just sleep wrong or something?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. All the same thing.” 

Before she could question you, the door slammed shut, signalling the entrance of Professor Byun and the start of your lecture for the day. 

***

“I can not believe you actually dragged me here.” You groaned, downing a shot of alcohol and fixing your best friend with a pointed glare. Once again, nothing had changed here. The guests were the exact same ones you had seen every other time you had come to this obscenely crowded party. 

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. If it had been any other day you probably would have freaked out, but this hadn’t changed either, so you didn’t even flinch at the unknown arm around you. 

“Please get your arm off me, Minhyuk.” You muttered, eyes not bothering to turn to face the male to your side, not even as you heard Handong greet him as well. 

Minhyuk was a good guy, sometimes a little loud but overall a good guy. You had a few classes with him back in high school and just so happened to enroll in the same college, so he was probably the closest you had to a childhood friend. 

And he was obviously already very drunk.

He leaned further towards you, causing you to stumble a bit because of his weight, before he began going into the same whining spiel he went into every time you were dragged to this party. Handong’s attention was always enough to satisfy him, so you just tuned him out and continued to watch the rest of the room. Debating on if you were gonna try and make out with the DJ again, he was a good kisser at least. 

Glancing across the room towards the small set up that this dude, you think his name was actually Hyungwon, was chatting it up with a dude you didn’t quite recognize. Which was...strange, at this point you didn’t think that was possible since everything would play out the same everyday and...nothing had changed today. Except for this guy that was now talking to the cute DJ. 

Shaking Minhyuk’s arm off of your shoulders and ignoring his whines of protest as you left, making a beeline for the other side of the room. The new guy didn’t really look like he was here for a party, what with his rather soft looking sweater and fluffy brown hair. 

Once you got close enough, Hyungwon fixed you with a rather bored look. 

“I don’t take-”

“Requests, yeah I know.” Cutting him off, you focused your attention on the new guy. Upon closer inspection he was pretty short, especially compared to Hyungwon who was basically a walking string bean. You couldn’t lie, he was definitely handsome though. 

“Who are you?” It was probably a rude way of asking but, this dude wouldn’t remember this tomorrow...well today, once tomorrow was today again. Once that happened, how you spoke today wouldn’t matter. 

The male stared at you, looking almost baffled as he did so and you noticed light bags under his eyes, a sign that this guy probably wasn’t sleeping properly. Sucks that he was stuck like this, at least he was unaware that he was trapped in this annoyingly never ending time loop because of you and your stupid soulmate. After a second or so the male turned his head to check and see if there was anyone behind him that you could have possibly been talking to, the look of utter confusion still on his face. 

“Are you talking to me?” He questioned once his gaze returned to you. You noticed that he was now adjusting so that he stood a bit taller, probably attempting to seem more intimidating as he stared you down. 

“Yeah, i already met that one,” pointing your thumb towards Hyungwon, who wasn’t really paying attention to either of you anymore. “You’re new though.” 

“Say you, this is my house. So I’m pretty sure you would be considered the new one here.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t too sure, but it almost felt like he was sizing you up. You had to stop yourself from snorting in laughter at the almost incredulous look on his face. 

“Well I’ve never seen you before, sooo you’re new.” 

“He’s a homebody who hides in his room during parties.” The two of you glanced over at Hyungwon, who had decided to speak up once again. The shorter male let out a gasp of indignation, and almost looked like he was about to stomp his foot. “Now can you two take your flirting away from my set up? You’re killing my vibe.” 

Now that hand you bursting at the seams, holding your stomach as the other male yelled at Hyungwon, something about respecting his elders and such. Hyungwon seemed pretty unbothered by it and just grinned a bit, making a shooing motion with his hands before he returned his attention to his set up. 

“You heard the man, let’s go hamster boy.” You reached over and grabbed his forearm and began dragging the male towards the kitchen, where you might be able to talk to him in private. 

“H-Hamster?!”

“Yeah your cheeks puffed up like one when you got angry. It was cute.”

Since you weren’t facing him, you couldn’t see his reaction to your statement but you definitely heard the loud exclamation of denial from him. This prompted another round of laughter from you. 

Entering the kitchen, you released his arm and grabbed one of the still sealed bottles of liquor (better safe than roofied) and poured a glass for the two of you, introducing yourself as you handed him the cup.

“Kihyun.” he returned the introduction as he took the glass, giving it almost a dirty look before he took a long swig of it. 

That’s how it all started. Turns out the two of you...well were complete opposites, but despite this you actually hit it off pretty well. He was just easy to talk to, even when he was nagging you to get off the counter when you had decided to take a seat there. 

As the drinks ran, the night blurred, but you didn’t care. You would wake up tomorrow, sober and lacking a hangover, in your own bed. Just like you had been doing for the past two weeks. This thought was probably why you found yourself making out with the man, his lips plush and malleable against your own and the noises he made were sinfully delicious.

***

A loud scream.

That was what woke you up today, not your usual class alarm...but a human scream. You winced, head throbbing as you tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Things hadn’t changed since these loops started, so why would they switch up now?...Unless.

Your eyes snapped open and you forced yourself to sit up, which was a bad idea as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Glancing around, you noticed that this was...definitely not your room. Needless to say, you were confused.

As you looked around you found the source of the loud scream was none other than Kihyun, basically naked. If you were more awake you would probably be freaking out just as he currently was, but you were exhausted and your head was pounding.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you. The noise level causes you to wince, clutching your head at the hangover. 

“Well...that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” You retorted, looking around a bit and trying to find your phone as you ignored the babbling from Kihyun. Thankfully it was on the dresser next to you, checking the time you saw it was around noon and you were definitely late for your class, but what really hit you was the date. 

“It’s...thursday? Wait, but it’s supposed to still be Wednesday,” You muttered, more to yourself than to Kihyun.

“Excuse me??” Glancing back over at Kihyun, you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude but you were definitely grateful for the softer tone of voice. “It can’t be thursday, it’s been wednesday for almost two weeks now!”

Now it was your turn to be baffled, well more than you already were. 

“You know that it was wednesday for two weeks?!” 

“Yes! It was hell having to deal with that stupid party for this long!” Your heart practically stopped at those words, things connecting as best as they could in your current state. 

“Did...Did I have a drunken one night stand with my fucking soulmate?” 

If there was a list, for the worst ways to find out your soulmate. Then this moment would definitely be at the top of that list. 

***

“That is actually disgusting. I can’t believe you two are my parents.” You laughed as your daughter fake gagged at your words. 

“Hey don’t complain, I didn’t tell you all the details like I did with your Auntie Handong. I spared you because you’re my kid. Remember that,” You joked, wrapping your arm around the young girl’s shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Kihyun laughing from his spot on the couch as he watched the two of you, calling across the room.

“Now hurry and go get dressed. Your timer is almost out, and you wanna make a better first impression than they did.” 

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, never.”

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