#all of your OCs are beautiful. this is a joke. don't kill me

[dowhatteverer]

Let's be real, if your Generation Loss OCs aren't just you making up a YouTuber/Streamer name and then creating a character around that name, I don't think you're doing it right.

Yes this is forshadowing for my AU what of it?

[kookslastbutton]

Loverboy ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

Pairing: taehyung x reader

AU/Genre: fluff, smut, angst, established relationship

Word Count: 7,177

Warnings: feat. Jimin and Tannie, body insecurity (including some self-deprecation but nothing toooo bad), sexual insecurity, a hint of marriage insecurity, catty coworkers (one who wants your bf! 😠), swearing, social drinking, and explicit sexual content

Sexual warnings: oh where do I start? dom!taehyung, sub!reader, two smut scenes, praise kink, asking for consent, lingerie, foggy glasses, reader is on pill, f*ngering in the kitchen, oral (f.), d*rty talk, making out, tiny bit of breastplay, m*ssonary (legs over shoulders and then around waist), hand holding while c*ming bc I'm a sap, slight begging kink, back kisses, cuddling, taehyung calls oc sl*t once but all other times he is calling her beautiful, baby, etc., lots of neck kisses, oc does her best to initiate, if I have overlooked some my apologies....these are the main ones though.

Now Playing: UP by J. Valentine (thanks to tae's live 😳)

A/N: I've been have crazy tae fever 😅 once again my pwp's turn into fluffy one-shots hahah with smut ofc. Anyway please enjoy 🥰 fyi oc isn't a virgin nor shy generally speaking, but she's nervous about her sexual abilities.

The last ten minutes of work on Fridays are possibly the best moments of your life.

And it’s all thanks to an unspeakably gorgeous man with ruffled ebony hair, perfectly plump cherry lips, and a seductive tiger-like gaze. The faint mole on his nose is wicked cute too and when he puts his reading glasses on–oh fuck.

Of course, you’re referring to your boyfriend, Taehyung. You accidentally bumped into him while he was taking his Pomeranian for a walk four months ago; leading to the messiest (yet cute) first date ever. Now, he and Tannie come over to your apartment every weekend for snuggles under your cozy fleece blankets.

TGIF right?

But while Friday nights typically consist of snuggling with two goofs, it means getting hammered at the bar downtown to your coworkers. You don’t typically take up their invites to join but tonight you were guilt-tripped into it. Something about chumming with the gossipy group rather than being on their blacklist for the seventh rejection in a row was more appealing—they can be a vicious bunch.

Taehyung wasn't off work for another hour or two anyway, leaving you with a decent amount of time to kill. So why not appease the peanut gallery for a few?

“It’s my two-year anniversary with Eun-woo,” one of your coworkers, Ji-won, pipes up after taking a sip of her Cosmopolitan. She swirls the glass in her hand before setting it down on the table. Ji-won works in the finance department and is absolutely gorgeous. Her skin is clear, has honey-colored eyes, and possibly the best body proportions a woman can have. Her personality is no joke either and her laugh? Infectious. Everyone who comes across her either wants to marry her or be her best friend.

The cynical part of you wants to dislike her but it’s impossible–that’s how charismatic she is.

“Oh my god, congratulations babe!” Another coworker of yours reaches over and pulls the woman into a tight squeeze, giggling at the news. Suzy also works in the finance department and the pair are the best of friends. “I can’t believe how well it’s been going between you and Eun-woo! What are you doing to celebrate? You have to tell me!” She grabs her friend's shoulders and shakes her.

Unlike Ji-won, Suzy is much more energetic and eager to know the details of everyone’s lives. Nosy in other words. But despite her invasiveness, she manages to attract a great number of suitors as well; taking nearly half of them home with her every night. Suzy has beautiful bone structure and to get to the point, she’s naturally very sexy.

You don’t feel the same way towards her as you do with Ji-won; you dislike her quite a bit. The main reason is that she has an insane crush on your boyfriend and shamelessly flirts with him whenever he’s around. She’s told you many times before that if anything happened between you two, to let her know. She masks it as a joke to lighten the blow but god, you don’t like calling people a bitch but if the shoe fits.

“We’re taking a short weekend trip to Jeju Island,” you hear Ji-won’s silky voice reply, cheeks growing rosier with each word. “I think he might propose to me but I’m so nervous.” Her fingers move to grip her Cosmopolitan; raising it to her ruby-red lips to take another sip.

“That’s so wonderful,” you start, downing a shot yourself. The burn of the alcohol rolling down the back of your throat serves as an excellent distraction from your personal worries about marriage. You love the idea but would anyone stay with you for life?

Your relationship with Taehyung has been going swimmingly well, with the occasional fight here and there, but you haven’t been together nearly long enough for a proposal to come into the picture. Maybe someday but you can’t afford to jump ahead of yourself.

“Jeju Island will be perfect for you both. You’re like a couple straight from the Hallmark movies,” you continue with an encouraging smile. “You be sure to tell us if he really does propose though. What hint did he give to cause your suspicions?”

Ji-won chuckles and tucks some of her hair behind an ear. “We were packing for the trip last night and I saw him sneak a small jewelry box into his bag. I didn’t say anything because I thought maybe I was seeing things but when I thought about it later, I don’t think I was wrong.”

Once again, Suzy grips the poor woman’s arm to tug it out of excitement. “Please tell me I get to plan the bachelorette party! I’ll hire only the best strippers for you babe, as long as you want them of course. Oh, I’m just so crazy about this! Weddings are my heart and soul!”

After watching the scene unfold in front of you a grimace spreads on your lips. “Weddings are your heart and soul?” you repeat as a question, trying to withhold your judgment. “Last I knew you weren’t the fondest of happily ever afters.”

“That’s a good point!” A fist suddenly pounds on the table. You all look toward the source; your third coworker Mina who’s already borderline drunk. Mina is your IT specialist and after so much HTML and Python, her brain is utterly fried. Similar to you, she started dating someone about six months back except he’s been on an overseas business trip for the past week.

“Suzy,” she points at the woman whose eyes widen at the stark gesture. “You sleep around, right? So __’s right that you don’t actually like fairytale weddings.” Her words slur a bit due to her drunken state.

Across the table, Suzy rolls her eyes and shrugs. “For myself yeah, but not for other people. I’m not against weddings entirely.” She leans towards Ji-won with hopeful eyes. “By the way, if you need help picking out what underwear to bring with you on your trip, just say the word.”

Ji-won’s previous blush returns fourfold at the offer. “Thanks but I have that under control.”

“Oh good,” she praises, waving her margarita around in her hand. “It’d be an atrocity if you didn’t. Lingerie is the cherry on top for keeping your sex life spicy, and if you didn’t have any I’d drag all of us to the store right now. __ agrees with me.” She winks. “Her and Taehyung must have gone through tons of sets by now.”

What. The. Fuck.

When did Ji-won’s potential engagement turn into a poke into your sex life?

You choose to ignore the comment entirely.

Not that she needs to know but you and Taehyung have recently started becoming very active in the bedroom; you're never in the same position twice. Even began getting down and dirty in the back seat of his car (...if he isn’t the biggest experimentalist you’ve dated then you don’t even know your own name).

But while it's been wild in the bedroom, lingerie isn’t an area you’ve explored yet.

You know, it sounds crazy. Surely a couple that's open to a whole list of kinks and positions would dabble in something as basic as lacy underwear.

It's not the case here.

Truth is you're timid of the whole idea; of purposefully seducing someone with your body. Would you be so bold? No, even if you are interested to try it out, you'd shy away within the first ten seconds.

Yes, you've recently become sexually active with your boyfriend but 90% of the time it's him who's doing the initiating. The subtle hand on your thigh or kiss on your neck while you're trying to wash the dishes—he's truly evil with that one.

Not to mention that Taehyung has your clothes ripped off before you can blink so what's the point of buying expensive, itchy lingerie?

Atrocity or not, you have your reasons.

"Well?" The sound of Suzy's nagging tone brings you out of your daze. She stares you down with piercing eyes, demanding a reply.

You merely shrug and take another shot.

Sorry, but you're not really into the whole swapping sex stories with the woman who wants to sleep with your boyfriend.

Suzy gives a small huff when she realizes you aren't talking. "So anyway..." she turns to the other two. "Sex is boring without a proper lace set. Or silk if that's more your thing. I have at least twenty in my draw." She takes the lime from the rim of her glass and plops it into her margarita proudly.

You're mid-eye roll when you hear Mina shouting in agreement. "Hell yeah, it's boring! I just got a new set the other day for a video call I'm having with my boyfriend tomorrow night." A round of oohs is given before she continues. You on the other hand listen intently. "Ever since he's been away in England at his conferences, it's been like a heaven sent to keeping our sex life alive."

Ji-won nods. "I wasn't sure how it would go the first time I wore lace for Eun-woo. Once I did, we never went back. It gave me a sense of power to take the lead too, which most men find really hot. It gets tiring when they have to do all the work all the time."

The girls chuckle together while your mind reels. Taehyung's never had a problem with you being in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants before fucking you silly. But then again, it's not like you've ever asked him.

Your face flushes at the thought—you've never actually asked if he wanted more.

Is he actually happy with the sex?

Should you be doing more for him like wearing lacy underwear or a maid outfit (or whatever's in these days)?

Maybe he isn't satisfied at all but tolerates it because he loves you. Sex isn't the only part that matters in a relationship you know.

Still.

It's an important one.

And if a few pieces of lace are seemingly such a necessity as your coworkers attest...then you're fucked.

Ji-woo places a gentle hand on your shoulder and furrows her eyebrows in concern. "You feeling okay? This is the second time you've zoned out in twenty minutes."

"Oh my god," Suzy gasps, hand covering her mouth. "It makes sense now. You haven't had sex with Taehyung yet have you?!" Her eyes smile at you devilishly as she bites down a grin. This woman seriously needs to get a hobby other than obsessing over your boyfriend.

"Actually," you drawl, scooting your chair backward until you're able to get up. "We have multiple times and we don't plan on stopping. He's coming to my place in an hour or so where he'll gladly fuck me wherever we please. I gotta head out for that now but see you all Monday."

You hurry away from the group as quick as you can, fully aware of their eyes burning holes in the back of your neck and jaws dropping in shock. Why did you say that __? Fuck it.

You feel unwell.

For the next hour and a half, you're restless; pacing around the house in search of meaningless tasks to do. Cleaning usually helps in these situations, though it's proving quite useless this time.

Are you a good sex partner?

Does he secretly wish you'd take the riegns more?

You fluff the living room pillow and toss it on the couch. Stupid. It's all stupid but you can't shake it.

When your boyfriend finally arrives at your place, you take a deep breath before throwing the front door open.

"Hi baby, how was your d—"

As soon as Taehyung strolls inside and sets Tannie down on your apartment floor, you grab the collar of his shirt and press your lips firmly on his. He's surprised at your boldness yet not the slightest disappointed given the hands that smoothly settle around your hips.

"I missed you," you say desperately, walking him back into your kitchen island. Taehyung grunts when the small of his back hits the edge.

"I missed you more."

He shoves his tongue into your mouth, drawing out a sweet moan from your lips. His favorite is when you gasp, hips bucking into his. So with subtle fingers, he untucks your blouse from your pants to trace up the expanse of your back. His cool fingers cause you to shiver as he does this; not because you're chilly but because of the growing anticipation inside you.

As Taehyung runs his large palms up and down your bare back, you card through his soft, fluffy hair. He knows how messed up you enjoy making it. That and it's typically a sign that you're extremely turned on; yearning for him.

He'll gladly take either.

"Oh!" You yelp when he spins you around until it's your back against the counter. An unexpected giggle comes out of you upon seeing his glasses foggy from your mid-make-out session. You do the honors of removing them from his face and carefully set them on the counter. "Hi handsome," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Taehyung lowers his head to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, placing several feather-like kisses along the ridge. "Beautiful," he returns your greeting, smokey eyes lifting back up to meet yours. "Wasn't prepared to be kissed like that."

"Did you like it?" You bite your lip which most definitely does nothing to tame the growing erection in his trousers. Taehyung brings a thumb up to your lower lip and swipes across it lightly before pushing it into your mouth.

"I liked it a little too much." His voice drops a few octaves as he watches you suck on the digit. He'd rather have it be his big cock but it's all about the build-up. "I was trying to be a good boyfriend and ask about your day but all you seem to want is to get dicked down on your kitchen counter. Is that all that's on your mind tonight baby? To spread your legs like a dirty girl?"

You whine and rub your thighs together but he prys them apart with his knee. He then moves to unbutton your pants, watching for a nod in consent.

"Please Tae," you say once he retracts his thumb from your mouth, giving a brief nod. "Been waiting all week for you to touch me."

"Shit." Taehyung makes quick work of your pant button and unfastens the zip. He then dips his fingers into your underwear to glide across your folds. "You want me to touch you here baby? Stick my fingers in you and make you come around them?" He teases, obvious that you're wetter than the Pacific Ocean; you could probably take him all right here and now if he desired.

"Yes, put them in," you beg, bucking your hips into his hand. "Please, can't wait much longer."

He smirks at your neediness and begins to sink two of his fingers into your wet pussy, just the tips. "How's this? Can you come like this? You're so wet I bet you can."

You shake your head, inches from snarling at him. "More. Need your whole finger in me to come. Baby—"

As soon as you drop the 'B' word Taehyung pushes his fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. The loud gasp you let out reminds him of how far his fingers can actually reach; sometimes he forgets how long and slender they are.

His pace is steady from the start, fingers pumping in and out of you as he watches your head fall back further and further in pleasure.

"Fuck," he swears and quickens his speed, curling his fingers to properly stimulate your sweet spot. "I can feel your pussy clenching and throbbing already. Come whenever you want okay?"

"Uh," you answer in a pant, sweat lining across your forehead as your body jerks back and forth.

"Mm that's it," he coos. "Can't even talk can you? That's okay, focus on how my fingers are making you feel. Good right?" He continues thrusting inside of you, loving how you've started riding his fingers in an attempt to make yourself come faster.

"F-feels amazing Tae!" You moan as the peak of your high inches closer and closer. To help get you off, Taehyung circles his thumb over your clit and latches his lips to the side of your neck.

"You wanna come?" He taunts between kisses and you reply with a breathy 'yes'. Taehyung smirks and nibbles on your ear, licking the shell of it a little until finally, you come all over his fingers.

"Such a dirty slut," he says, slipping his fingers out of you and cleaning them off. He kisses you afterward while his hands work to remove your blouse. Once he has the material pushed off your shoulders he kisses a hot trail down to your collarbone.

Taehyung reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra next but then, he feels your body suddenly tense up. It's not a good tense-up either, it's stiff and uncomfortable.

"You okay beautiful?" He stops all movements and puts his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the counter. "Did I go too far? Shit I'm sorry if I did, you can tell me."

You shake your head fervently, rejecting the idea. "No, you didn't do anything." You then glance down at yourself in your plain black underwear; nothing fancy. All at once the conversation with your coworkers floods your thoughts again and you feel silly for letting it consume you but it does, it bothers you.

"Taehyung I—" you choke on your words as you watch your boyfriend's previously playful face turn into one of worry. You glance down at your hands and chuckle, feeling bad that you just ruined the mood. "I really need your dick in me, let's just get back to it." You move to kiss him but he doesn't let you.

"Hold on a second. I know that laugh," he says, looking deep into your eyes. "Something's bothering you."

"Oh no, I was just thinking that you must be really hard right now so—" You wave your hands about but he grasps them into his, softly.

"Stop. My dick can wait. What's going on?"

You sigh and allow your shoulders to slump a little. "Its nothing, Tae."

"Which means it's absolutely something." He takes the initiative to lift you on the counter; into a seated position and you know, you're not getting out of this until you tell him what's up.

A good 30 seconds of silence pass with him patiently waiting for you to say something, anything. Taehyung's about to prod a little more until you blurt it out all at once.

"Am I sexy? I mean, we have sex but are you...satisfied? Are there fantasies you haven't told me yet? And what about lingerie? You know I haven't worn any of that so...am I boring? Is it boring to have sex with me? Because I can wear that stuff if you want...if you like it I mean."

Taehyung's mouth gapes open at you, baffled by what he's just heard. It takes him a few moments to gather his thoughts; the last thing he wants is to be an idiot and reply dumbly.

"I'm sorry," he starts and rubs soothing circles on your hands. "I don't know where to start. Of course, you're sexy, you're my angel. And boring? This coming from the woman who makes me hard just by looking at her?"

"Tae I know that–"

"I love you," he continues. "And I love all the things your pussy does to me. There's nothing you need to do, wear, or say for those to be true. Now who gave you the idea that you're boring? Was it me? Shit, it was me wasn't it?"

"No! It wasn't." Your fingers tighten in his hold, eyebrows raising in slight alarm. "I was out with some girls from work and they said that lingerie is the cherry on top for keeping sex spicy. They also said that sex is boring without it and that a woman should take charge in the bedroom so her partner isn't doing all the work."

"Well, that's bullshit."

"Taehyung! You're not taking this seriously."

"I am baby. I promise I am. But since when did fabric define a healthy, thriving sex life? We fuck all the time without lingerie and last I checked we both come. And you know why? Because we're made for each other and we have really great sex. I'm not one to blab about our sex life to others but if I did, everyone would be jealous. Especially of me, because I'm with a literal angel. So not to belittle your coworkers but they're a little narrow-minded."

The faintest smirk pulls at the corner of your boyfriend's lips as he slowly dances his fingers along your waist. "By the way, I would happily do all the work. I aim to please as you know. And taking charge isn't a problem for you seeing as you practically jumped me two seconds from walking into the door. Poor Tannie is scarred for life now. I think he ran into your bedroom."

"Stop," you allow a chuckle, feeling the tension lighten from his joke. "Tannie's seen a lot worse, I'm sure. He just likes my fluffy comforter. Little dog has high standards just like his daddy."

"It's true, I spoiled him too early." Taehyung's grin spreads like oil across his face and you smile as well, not as wide as his but enough that the mood picks back up. "Back to what we were talking about though. I don't want you to think that you're not giving me enough okay? Maybe for your coworkers, sex is different for them and fair enough, they have their own relationships to maintain. But, as long as you're alright with how we're doing, both in and out of the bedroom, then we're perfectly fine."

"So..." You pause to take in the drastic difference in opinion. "You don't want me to wear a sexy lace set or something? What about a ribboned bodysuit? I've seen those becoming more and more popular because they show–"

"Yes, I–I'm aware of the variety out there." He wets his lips, thumbs pressing into your delicate skin harder. "I won't lie in saying I wouldn't love seeing you in a set or two, but I think it's up to you. Because the only thing I need is for you to be comfortable, whether it's in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats or naked on this countertop. You're stunnimg to me either way because it's you in front of me and no one else."

"I love you Tae," you sigh and lean into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist to bring him near. Naturally, his crotch brushes against yours as he inches to stand between your parted legs. "Wow, you're still hard?" You snort, feeling his very obvious bulge.

Taehyung kisses the top of your head. "Yes, you'll be surprised at how long I can last with a boner."

A week after your conversation with Taehyung and getting possibly the best fuck of your life on your kitchen island, you find yourself at the mall with your favorite pink-haired boy; Park Jimin. You and Jimin have been close since college and when you say there are no secrets between you, you mean it.

Jimin is also a fashion mogul which is why he's insisted he tag along with you on your search for new clothes. Due to the coolness of the season, you're in need of some warm fall clothing. He prefers you look for something from Dior or Chanel but you put a stop to that; your bank account doesn't have the funds to support that joy ride just yet.

"My grandma's sweater looks better." You hear your best friend sass for the twentieth time behind you. "Put it back __."

"No." You throw the hanger with the baby blue cardigan over your arm and continue browsing through the sale rack. "I happen to like this one, you snob."

The man instantly slaps a hand over his heart as if mimicking being shot. "So rude when I'm just trying to save you from a fashion disaster. If my assistance isn't needed then I might as well go over to the men's section and take a look at the new cufflinks I saw on the way in."

You give your eyes a roll and if you did it once more, they'd get stuck up there. "Fine by me, you've been gawking at them the entire time we've been here. I thought you didn't dwell with the commoners Mr. Only-Buys-Designer-Staight-From-The-Runway-Itself."

"Well, what can I say," Jimin snaps and heads for the other side of the store. "We all have faults. It just so happens that my new partner prefers these kinds of cheap renditions over classic Prada cufflinks."

"Aww poor Chim," you holler after him. "Maybe gift him a pair for Christmas to help break him in?"

"Tried that for his birthday and it was a major fail __. But it's all good because I'm saving that gift for someone else."

You freeze at the questionable choice of words. "And who's that?" you ask. Jimin whips his head over a shoulder and smiles sweetly.

"Your boyfriend. Did you forget he also loves designer?"

"Oh yeah, right. Thanks, Jimin." You hold out the baby blue cardigan, observing it once more. Maybe you shouldn't get this? Not that it matters to Taehyung what you wear either but....maybe it does look old ladyish.

"Hey," your best friend strides over to you again with a softened expression. "Everything alright between you two?"

"Everything's great, you just got me thinking of something is all. I recently had a small talk with him last night about, you know, our bedroom situation."

Though your voice is lowered Jimin understands you clearly. You confide in him a lot so of course he knows about all your personal challenges; the ins and outs of you. He's known about your hesitations towards lingerie and intimacy long before Taehyung came into the picture.

"Oh shit," he swears under his breath. "What did he say?"

You proceed to retell him the highlights of last week's conversation; how sensitive Taehyung was to you and how he told you it's up to you if you want to bring lingerie into the mix. Jimin nods along.

"So what about you then? Do you want to explore the endless realm of lacy bodysuits, transparent bras and panty sets, garters, and aisles of naughty roleplay outfits to fulfill your sexual fantasies or no?"

"Damn, no wonder that lingerie store you worked at straight out of college didn't want you to leave. Anyway, I was thinking about giving it a try but I'm still unsure. It's not that I don't want to or that Taehyung's pressuring me–I still just feel really nervous."

"Here's a thought then." Jimin hums aloud. "What if we went to an underwear store and you tried on a few things? You don't have to buy any of it or take any home to show off. It'll be an experiment of sorts."

You ponder the idea and it doesn't sound half bad. Low commitment right?

"Okay. I think there's a Victoria's Secret on the second floor."

"Oh no no," the man shakes his head as if amused by your cuteness. "We're going somewhere a little more special than that."

"Jimin! Help please!" You holler from inside the dressing room of one the poshest boutiques you've been in. Turns out the place you've been dragged to is a high-end underwear store called Delilah's. You were beyond skeptical of the price on your way in but it wasn't horrible.

"Oh my god," Jimin rushes into the stall with you as soon as you call for him. "You look so sexy in this __. Like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped."

"The tiny silk bows on this thing barely cover my nipples." And you're not exaggerating. The set you've opted to try on first is Jimin's pick; a strappy red two-piece with matching garters, silk choker, and bows over both breasts. He says it's supposed to be like a sexy Mrs. Clause but while it's sexy for sure, it's way more revealing than how you'd prefer (at least the first time trying this kind of thing out).

"Turn around," he commands. "You're straps are a little loose."

"I don't think this one fits me Chim. This is obviously meant for a specific body type and it's not mine." You have a hard time staring at yourself in the mirror so you stare down towards the floor instead.

Jimin takes a small breath and turns your shoulders back around so you're facing him again. "This is for anyone who wants to wear it, love. Your body is beautiful and this set looks smashing on you. If it's not your style, no problem, but I won't have you getting down on yourself."

"You're starting to sound like Taehyung now." You give a nervous chuckle and rub your arm.

"If it means you listen to him then good. I'm your best friend and your biggest supporter __ so you know I'll always be honest with you. Now do we not like this because it's not to your taste or is it because you're not good enough for it?"

"Not...my taste," you slowly draw out the words. "Thanks Chim."

"You really mean that?" He straight into your eyes, knowing you have a habit of telling him only what he wants to hear sometimes. You nod.

"Yes, and I was thinking maybe we can keep the color the same but go for something a little tamer?"

"Anything for you, love."

Well, he convinced you to buy the third set you tried on at the boutique. It's a similar shade of red as the first set; the ones with the bows on it, but covers a bit more. Both the bra and panties are strappy and made of sheer, but also have the occasional lace detailing to cover the important parts. A matching red robe made of silk was included in the purchase too.

When you got home, you shoved the set into the back of your drawer, not thinking you'd take it out any time soon.

But alas, you did.

You're now twisting in front of your bedroom mirror with it on, along with the robe which loosely hangs off your shoulder.

"Is this cute?" You ask yourself. "I look kinda different with it on. Maybe I should return it," you continue to talk to yourself in mutters until your bedroom door squeaks open. You jump at the sudden intrusion.

There, sauntering into the bedroom is your boyfriend's dog. Being Friday again, Taehyung and Tannie came over to spend the weekend with you. But while your boyfriend is busy showering in your bathroom, Tannie has decided he wants to make himself cozy on your bed.

"Hi Tan." You crouch down on your knees in front of the pup and give him a few good pat. He yips at you but doesn't move away. "Have you still not made up your mind about me yet? I know I took your daddy away from you so now you don't have him all to yourself anymore but didn't I give you extra treats this morning?"

Tannie's big eyes look up at you and then towards your bed. He then trots over to the edge where his doggie stairs are and uses them to climb up atop the bed. You stand up from your kneeled position and place your hands on your hips.

"Well, I guess you made this place your home huh?" You watch as the little dog spins three times in a circle before plopping down. "Alright, you're too cute to be fake mad at. Since you're here though, maybe you can help me."

You feel utterly stupid for what you're about to do next, yet that feeling doesn't stop you. "What do you think about this new set I got? It's my first one so I'm excited but it looks weird right?"

Tan huffs and stares at you.

"Yeah? It does, doesn't it? You know when I got this I was thinking maybe I could get into it...this whole lingerie thing. And it's sexy, no denying that, but as I told my friend Jimin. It's not meant for my bod–"

Your sentence is abruptly cut off when a pair of hands make their way around your hips. They stay atop your robe yet the burn of your boyfriend's fingers is still fiery hot.

When did he get out of the shower?

Taehyung stands behind you in a pair of silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. His bare chest presses lightly against your back and his wet hair falls messily around his face with a few strands covering his eyes. "Hi," he breathes in a husky tone, right next to your ear. It sends a whole trail of shivers up your spine. "What's not meant for your body, baby?"

In a ball of nervous energy, you move to tug the robe as closed as you can, forcing his fingers to loosen around your body. "Tae! I didn't hear you get out of the shower. I was just talking to Tannie and I-I'm gonna go get changed, now that the bathroom's free."

You'd make a beeline out your bedroom door if it weren't for the arm that snakes around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "Do you have to change? Because I really, really don't want you to. As always I'll let you make your own decisions though..." Evilly, he sweeps your hair all to one side to expose the nape of your neck. He then places a kiss on the sensitive area; too soft, his lips are too soft.

You bite your moan back however, don't meet his question with a response. The thought of opening your robe and showing him the number underneath makes you crazy with arousal. You just wish you didn't have the pesky whisper that tells you that there's nothing to go crazy for after you do.

You're really not trying to be so hard on yourself but can you actually do this? The set is hot, sure, but maybe it was a mistake to g– "Oh Tae, fuck." You gasp when your boyfriend latches his mouth on the side of your neck, sucking on it lewdly. It never fails to send your head backward into his firm chest. Your eyes fall shut to bask in the pleasure. "You're way too good at this," you coo.

Taehyung slowly traces down the fabric of your robe, near the opening. It's a struggle for him not to pull the thin material open. "Can I see?" It's a plead.

You wet your lips and fiddle with the material yourself. "I-I don't know."

"Let me rephrase that." He folds his palms over your fingers and spins you both around so you're able to see each other's reflection in your full-length mirror. "Do you want me to see?" His deep, lusty eyes lock with yours in the glass. Taehyung brings his chin down to your shoulder, resting it there calmly while his grip tightens around you.

He gives you as long as you need to reply.

"...yes," you finally decide, dragging your robe down and off your shoulders. Taehyung groans and kisses your bare shoulder as you cautiously show yourself to him.

"Tan." His voice calls out, more gruff than when he was speaking with you moments ago. "Living room." The little dog's ears perk up and he flees off the bed and out the room.

"Did he really have to go?"

"He's our baby. He can't witness all the nasty things I'm about to do to you. He'll make himself comfy on the couch, don't worry." Your boyfriend runs his hands up your thighs before helping you remove your robe completely. "I haven't said it yet so I'm going to do it now. You look fucking hot in this, like a lucid dream. I don't deserve this, fuck."

"Really?"

His fingers sensually trace your curves, then the thin band of your lace panties. "Yeah, really," he hums and cups your mound. "This color on you is making me insane. I can't decide if I want to take it off or savor it on your body a little longer."

"Tae—mfph!" He doesn't let you finish, preferring to turn you around so he can press his lips on yours. He moves with passion, nipping your bottom lip to sneak his tongue inside. Your moans only grow louder when his grinds his hips into you.

With a gentle pull, Taehyung leads you to the edge of your bed. "Lay down for me, on your stomach."

You do as he says and slide onto your mattress, face down. All your senses tingle at once when you feel his body hovering over you. His legs straddle you from behind as his hands cling to the sheets on either side of you.

"Tae what are you doing?" Your senses heighten, your heart thumping at the inability to see him.

"This," he answers and brings his warm lips to the small of your back. The tiny jolt of surprise doesn't stop him from continuing to kiss up your spine and all the way up between your shoulder blades. He's never kissed you like this before. Your body arches off the bed from the newness and arousal pools between your thighs.

"This feels ni-nice." The broken moan spurs your boyfriend on. He kisses you the same way again, faster. Clearly, wherever your boyfriend's lips touch you, you like it tenfold.

Once he gets back to your shoulder blades Taehyung lifts his head up and unclasps your bra. He then flips you over, gives you a quick peck, and rips the now pesky material off your body.

"I love seeing this on you and I wanted to wait it out some more but I can't do it." He cups the swell of your breasts, squeezing them together while his thumbs fondle your perky nipples. "You look so, so beautiful and I need to make love to you now or I'm going to come in my pants like a teenager." He releases your breasts and mouths at the supple flesh, tongue licking across the peaks.

"Fuck," you moan and sink your fingers into his hair. "I need you too. Please."

Your panties are off before you know it, the cool air hitting your warm pussy. Taehyung spreads your thighs wide open and tells you to keep them there until he gets his own pants and underwear off. He's seconds from putting himself into you when he pauses.

"Can't skip over this can we?" He circles your clit with the pad of his thumb and lowers his head down to your center. "Not that you really need it seeing as you're soaked down here, but I'm a creature of habit." He proceeds to lick up your folds, teasing your clit at the same time.

"Oh, oh my god Tae!" You claw his hair harder and reflexively buck your hips into his mouth, drawing a deep groan from him.

"Shit!" He raises his face from between your thighs with lips already glistening with your arousal. "Maybe I can finish eating you out after I fuck you into the mattress."

You nod your head. "Okay, yeah sure, fuck me. I'm still on the pill."

Taehyung lifts both of your legs over his shoulders and rubs the tip of his cock up and down your entrance. You clench at the teasing. "You are literally going to be the end of me, baby." He thrusts himself all the way into you, bottoming out much quicker than other times.

"Fuuck," you both moan at the stretch. Taehyung's hips snap forward with vigor, his thick length being squeezed by your velvet walls with each push and pull.

"Goddamn, this pussy is too good for me. So hot and tight, shit! You're so beautiful you know that? Everything you are. That's why—it's why it hurt me so much when you asked if I thought you were sexy or boring last week."

Your nails dig into the sheets as you watch the veins protrude from his neck. His eyes, on the other hand, are laser-focused on you.

"Hurt....you?"

"Yes," he affirms, fucking into you faster with hard, controlled thrusts. "Hurt me so much because you're mine and I–fuck I'm gonna come soon!"

I never want you to question how I feel about you. And when you asked me those things, it made my head spin. Our relationship is not all about sex and I thought maybe I was making it seem like that. And now, seeing you in sexy red set gives me such a mindfuck but I don't want you to feel like it's just because of the lace."

"No, no not at all. I don't think any of that because you're perfect to me too Tae. Going out with my coworkers and having that conversation just triggered me. This is all still new to me....us."

"I know." Taehyung unexpectedly stops his movement to lower your legs from his shoulders. He then brings them around his mid-section which you gladly wrap around. "It's new to me too but we're just starting right?" Your hands are intertwined with his when he resumes his previous brutal pace.

"Right," you breathe, fingers gripping his firmer against the mattress "I'm-I'm gonna come baby. It's so close."

"Me too."

You both have your release at the same time, panting like crazy from the post-orgasmic bliss. Taehyung rides both your highs out, then pulls out of you slowly.

"Holy fuck." You're the first to speak. "That damn lingerie really did make our sex better."

"Better?" Taehyung squeaks out. "What do you mean better? Was it not as good before?"

"I'm kidding, however, I do think you were a lot more eager this time. What happened to the whole being able to last with a boner for eternity if you have to speech?"

He breaks out into a cute grin. "I guess I was bullshitting then, lesson learned. Also, even though the lingerie is hot we don't have to keep doing it...I mean if you want to–"

You shut him up with a kiss and snuggle into him. "Maybe we'll try it again. It was kinda fun. Either way, you're right, we don't need it because I love you."

"I love you more. Now how about I fulfill that promise earlier about eating you out?" He jerks back to look at you with a quirked brow.

"Taehyung....we were having a moment."

"Oh shit, sorry. We can keep snuggling, come here beautiful." He pulls you back into himself with a smile.

a/n: Hoping you enjoyed ☺ LMK your thoughts 💞

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no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

[butterflywannabefree]

Moodboards for @camhues

So, I've been getting a bit bored with my life lately and decided I needed to do something to get busy. My art skills are killing me and I'm trying to practice but I gave up for a while. Then I'm scrolling through Tumblr and admiring everyone's amazing OC's and I wish I could draw like them and some of them are underrated more than should be so...Why not just celebrate them ?! I can't for my own life draw anything good but what I can do is find good aesthetic choices and I love making moodboards and such for characters. So that's what I'm doing for OC's of people who need more attention ! Today we are starting with the beautiful and talented @camhues. If you don't know them, she is a artist of Tumblr mostly known for her LMK OC's and does a lot of doodles with them. And she makes only women and OH MY GOD, THESE ARE THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMEN IN MY LIFE AHH- Enough, I need to get on. She has a lot and I did one for all of them ! (Sheesh-) Or at least the ones I know. So Here's the Moodboards for them and a quick summary of what I think of them.

First off, Mama Jun. Her main OC from what I know and sort of a mother figure to MK and a reincarnation like Pigsy and Tang. Um, she's so gorgeous. I want that braid and the simplistic design works in her favor because there is something so simple and charming about her when I look at her. Also, her Mama-Son bond with MK is adorable-

Then there is Daiyu who from what I know is a Plant-Controller Demoness...or something ? Oh, and she's shipped with Red Son and their name is RedJade. Not as simplistic as Jun but it works in her favor here because she could step on me and I wouldn't be offended. Just let me smell the roses you grow, Daiyu !

Next here is Ling who is a Jade Maiden and is probably one of my current favorites. One of the simpler designs which I love and the lore behind her is also something I wanna find out. Her aesthetic was something I struggled with but it worked out. And as for who she is dating, it is unclear as Cam said she could be with one of three characters. Azure, Wukong or Macaque- I think she and Azure would be really cute-

Here we have Miss Suyin, secretary to the Spider Queen and Resident Mommy according to those who repost her- That's why I added that 'Mommy, sorry-' picture, I couldn't skip the joke. This woman is one of the many reasons I like women with glasses and she's a spider and her 4 eyes look cool-

Another one of my favorites, Baozhu. A Monkey Painter who is someone who I really wanna exist in real life so I can touch her fur and hair because it looks so fluffy ! I mean, look at this girlie ! She's FLOOFY ! I wanna touch the floof ! <333

And now we have domineering Lady in Ao Jiang who from that name I believe is somehow related to Ao Lie ? And is part of Mei's family ? I don't know that much yet but yeah, I love this one. Also, the little jewels hanging from her horns ? *Chef's kiss*

Space Lady Polaris who is giving me stars in my eyes for how cute she looks alone. She looks like someone who would be waiting in my dreams so I could just talk to her. I don't wanna burden her with my troubles though-

Brave Knight of the Falling Stars Asterius who I think might be related to Polaris in some way. They are both Space related in a way. I wonder if there is a connection ? But I love how she looks. She seems like a tomboy and I love tomboy characters :)

Lychee, Oh Lychee, how I tried to do justice for you ! But your aesthetic was something I couldn't nail down much. But at least I added real Lychee's for your sake and put some baking and wrestling into it. Please don't hit me...Or you can. You're gorgeous as you are friking intimidating. For a wrestler and a baker anyway.

Meihua who is honestly one of the most wholesome characters I have seen in a while. She gives me hopeless romantic vibes which I tried to add in here. The flowers for his florist work as well and mainly pink for this one because it matches her hair. Younger me would've loved her while current me thinks she's a lovable character who needs protection.

This woman, however, doesn't need protection as she can use her heels to murder her way through the crowd. Xin Yan, everyone. An evil woman who is gorgeous and she knows it. I heard she was a dancer and singer and the owner of a nightclub so that inspired this a lot. Xin Yan looks like she could kill me with a stare...and I would thank her for it.

Zhenzhu who I don't know much about but damn I really wanna give her a hug because she looks so sad in this picture. She's a handmaiden from what I know for the Empress of Heaven. HOW IS SHE A HANDMAIDEN WITH THE LOOKS OF A GODDESS ??

Chenguang is the ancestor of Jun who once went on the Journey to the West disguised as a man. Her aesthetic was hard to nail down but I eventually went for one that has themes of independence, journeys and outdoor backgrounds.

Ehuang who I thought was another version of Wyldfyre from Ninjago: Dragons Rising. If I didn't know she couldn't control fire, I would've thought fire would be her entire thing. That's why I added boiling water. Along with potions and lots of red.

And last of the OC'S, Chyou ! Who I really don't know much about except for the fact she is an Egret Celestial. So she's graceful as the bird itself and as beautiful as it as well. She is really lovely and the flowers in her hair are a nice touch <3 And that's all the OC's belonging to @camhues ! Or at least the ones I know. If I missed anything, I apologize and I'll make one for them on another day. But for now, have this. These were so much fun to make ! :)

Also, Cam, if you are looking at this, this is for you:

This moodboard is for you ! Don't take this the wrong way but you give me Chaotic Academia vibes- That's not an insult ! I'm sorry, your art is lovely and should be viewed by everyone ! Maybe I'll do this again but I don't know yet. I have to find time to do so. For now, have these gorgeous women ! And guys, please go and take a look as Cam's stuff. They are a very talented artist with a unique style and just a lot of women who you will grow to love ! For now, I'm Vee and I'll see you later when I can :D

All these beautiful characters belong to @camhues (Do not steal from her)

[mikyur]

Private Ghost~

Yandere oc (Ghost) x Gn/reador

Warnings: mention of fire, slight obsession, general Yandere behavior.

You're working in your office as usual but the memories of last night won't leave your head.

Was it all real or not?

Hey little star! And to his concern, the ghost appeared in front of him, all excited.

Don't appear like that, it almost kills my heart!.

Sorry! It's just that when you're a ghost it kind of becomes a habit to scare people. He says giving an awkward smile.

Ok, ok but talking about scares, are you the one scaring people here?. You ask, already having an idea of ​​the answer.

...maybe~ He says letting out a whistle and giving a mischievous smile.

Are you serious?. You ask, looking seriously at him.

Sorry, sorry, like I said, when you become a ghost there's no way to avoid it. He tries to explain himself a little nervously.

Just try to stop it, okay? People here are already nervous about the new presentation we're going to do and a real ghost isn't going to help anything. You say letting out a tired sigh, it wasn't in your plans to deal with a real ghost now.

I'll do everything for you little star! He says excitedly and makes movements as if he were receiving orders from a general.

Little Star? Why do you call me that? It's been a while since you noticed this nickname and decided to ask about it now.

Because your beauty is so incredible that it makes you shine like a star. He says floating around you.

I don't think I'm that pretty. You say laughing.

Of course it is, I was called a star so I have the right to call whoever I want a star too!

About that, that painting near the entrance is you in the photo, isn't it?. You ask, putting your no on your chin thoughtfully.

Yes, they got my best angle, and I didn't even like taking a photo. He laughs at himself.

That painting could be called old, which leads me to think you must be old. You say with a mischievous smile on your face looking at him.

Let's not talk about age now, can you be a little star? He says laughing nervously and you decide not to talk about it then.

Okay, okay, I won't bring it up anymore then, but...it was obviously put in after the major renovation of the theater after it-

It caught fire, yes, the painting was placed after the theater was reopened, as a tribute to me...

You didn't even need to ask him the cause of his death, you already suspected it since the burn marks could still be seen even though he was a ghost now.

And you also realize that this is still a delicate subject for him, but that was also obvious, you also didn't want to be reminded of your own death.

Sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just that my curiosity is stronger than me sometimes.

It was nothing, you would never bother me little star! And maybe one day I'll tell you more about it. He returns with his usual smile as if nothing had happened.

Changing the subject, about the new presentation, I wanted to be able to help you, you don't just need to depend on that manager.

What do you mean?

It's just that you have me now, and I'll be more than happy to help you in any way, it's just that being a ghost makes you bored all day and I want to help you!

I see...well then I'll think of something for you to do, so you don't die of boredom~ You say trying to hold back your laughter.

?... He doesn't understand and looks at you confused.

What- oh! Are you going to make a dead joke now!? He asks, pretending to be indignant.

...Maybe~ You say feigning indifference and shrug your shoulders, laughing.

I didn't know you were so funny little star, it makes me want to discover more sides of you!

Sorry for any writing errors and for disappearing (I was lazy) 7w7

[rookfeatherrambles]

hey so for the angle that cries ink ive been wondering how jon like got under the institute in the first place and how similar he is to the jon the know, the character from TMA. like before he was trapped was he our precious little guy who read statements and then immediately disagreed with him or is he more like an OC with a completely different backstory. i don’t know a whole lot about fics in general or how much youre willing to share about this one in particular but i would love to know some things about jons backstory if you could share? idk a whole lot about much of anything rn or if youve shared anything yet that I just haven’t seen so idk this is your sign to tell me as much as you want whenever you want to ig

long story short: would love to know some about jons backstory :)

considering I haven't written anything but chapter 1 so far... and I did yell about this on my blog before, I don't consider this a spoiler. Jon was put under the Institute by Jonah Magnus! You could say that the Institute was built because of Jon, but that's not quite true. However, the place Jon resides and has for like idk 150 years of his 200 that he's spent on this earth was made to be a home for BOTH of them. That, obviously didn't happen, and now its Jon's prison. As for if Jon is the same... yes and no. Yes, he was canon all the way up until the finale, spoilers for mag 198 and 199 and 200, but he went kinda crazy, if killing Jonah, becoming the pupil and then going through with his plan to burn out the fears is crazy. I think its real sensible! (that's a joke). Anyway, mag 200 didn't go according to plan. the panopticon didn't blow, and Jon set about his villian era. I have no idea how I'm gonna write it but he basically waged war, being marked by all fears, he could puppet them (thanks web) to a degree, and he pitted them against eachother to the death. The world burned. He BECAME the Extinction, do you get me? And he kept Martin by his side until, well. He was caught in the crossfire. The End doesn't barter its dead, even to God. Martin was gone, and Jon quickly destabilized and was deposed. I'm pretty sure he was draged kicking and screaming (and cursing) to hilltop house and the rift and thrown into it. Thus, the web's plan was ultimately fulfilled, it just took like a century. In the void between millions of realities, the fears (mainly the web) reshaped Jon. As punishment for him trying to escape the strings he'd been dancing on, he was remade in a mockery of the savior he had tried to be. Markless, beautiful and ethereal, connected to every fear, a harbinger, an angel. They took his voice too, his only weapon. Jon was brought to an almost identical world, but 200 years into the past, and given directly into the grasp of one Jonah Magnus who was just dipping toes into the supernatural. Jon's punishment, is to be immortal, and to be the reason every single person he cares about or so much as knows, falls to the fears. he is the reason they are here, after all. So yeah. That's Jon. He's been alive for 200 years, and all he wants to do is see Martin again, and apologize. Only, his Martin is dead, and this world's Martin has no knowledge of Jon's feelings or even his existence.

[putnamcapital]

Some love for the YR writers, and their OCs

As a small gesture of thanks to the incredible creativity and generosity of fanfic writers, during this time of holiday excess and the AO3 YR tag being just lit!, I thought i’d pull together some favorites to share. Hopefully if you’ve haven’t read these fics yet, they might entice you. I know we all know and love the endless iterations of Wille and Simon, and Sara, August, and Felice, but did you know there are some truly incredible original characters in the YR fanfic library? Here are just a few of the characters that have stayed with me. Made an effort not to spoil in the descriptions! I’ve tried to spread the love across lots of writers and have tagged you if i know you're on Tumblr. And i mostly read AUs. If you’ve got other OCs you just love, please add to this!

So, in no particular order … Part 1 of ?.

Chetna from Tis the Damn Season by littelbluefish, (M, 15/15) - “in a near-constant state of dancing readiness” (i love her for that alone), also witty meddler, dispatches unwanted men with savage accuracy, pitch perfect level of snark, loves Simon to pieces.

MJ and Mario from And that’s how you make history baby by waybeforeyourtime (T, 16/?) - it’s difficult for me to choose between the two, but i think maybe the author would agree they are inseparable. MJ and Mario run Benders, a bar where Simon ends up performing. They literally jump off at the page at you. MJ, appearing as Mary Jane, gets one of the best entrances i’ve seen in a while. (“Mary Jane sat in front of the door of Benders in a crudely made replica of the Iron Throne from Game of Thrones, except it was dildos that adorned it, not swords. She wore a pale pink strapless dress, white fishnet stockings, and black patent-leather Mary Jane platforms.”) His partner, Mario’s, first words to Simon: “"I don't have time for games. Violet, kill the light.”, but it was a match made in heaven. The dialogue between these two!!! Read this fic! Run! Don’t walk!

Melvin from Simon Eriksson: Just some guy from biology (G, 1/1) by fandom_commitment_Issues (@zee-has-commitment-issues) - good student, considerate partner and father. On this list because he does deadpan so well. He kept a straight face when W huffed “I’m getting married to an idiot”.

Alba from Taking me Back (M, 6/?) by wilmonlibrarian - for being one of those too smart for your own damn good teenagers who sees straight through her own father, Simon. (Alba isn’t buying it. “So, you’re saying nothing I experience in the next few years will matter to me in the future?”) and yeah karma really is playing a terrible joke on poor W & S in this.

Luis from All the Places we’ve been (M, 10/10) by This_time_its_just_me (@in-amor-veritas) - Simon’s roommate in New York, Simon who has his own life and successful career as a singer. Gives Simon essential advice on what to wear to meet his ex (yes, you know the ex). (“Oh please, none of your clothes fit you correctly, Simón”) He works at one of NYC’s biggest fashion magazines. Think Devil Wears Prada, friends. Just the absolute funniest and most loving wingman, takes absolutely none of Simon’s bullshit or his polyester. Has entirely the correct reaction when he finds W in his bathroom.

Lotta from Heart and Homeland (M, 33/ ) by @bluedalahorse and @heliza24 - An intrepid, loyal, and revolutionary woman with a heart of gold, who holds the key to a major plot twist in this masterful AU set in the early 1800s, where Wilhelm is at the center of a fight for Sweden’s future, and everyone writes each other a lot of beautiful letters. (“Lotta sighs and giggles like we are best friends and says we should tell one another romances or fairy tales and I want to tell her that princes are not the same in real life as they are in stories.”) Don't miss this fic!

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Recently I have come across a beautiful character Time from Tim Burton's "Alice through the Looking glass" and decided to write a small fanfic about him and my OC for this universe. Hope you'll like it!

A deeper meaning

Time was listening. Chronometers were ticking gently above him, counting seconds of each life in Wonderland. Every day it was a day of someone's death and birth, new grief and new happiness. Tears and laughter, dancing and agonizing, love and loath - so many things, so many emotions contained in a simple monotonous sound: "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..." But Time could read it through like an open book. He knew everything - and didn't judge, but watched. Time cherished all living beings lying at will of his hand.

Suddenly his attentive ears caught something different.

Fast little steps. Shallow breath. Harsh heartbeat.

Time turned around. He saw Hannah a few meters away, her cheeks rosy due to running; she was panting, her plump lips opened just slightly. Grey wings were wrapped around her tiny figure not being higher than a quarter of his leg. The girl studied him nervously, as if asking if he was mad at her coming here. Though, it still was a glimpse of hope in her eyes. Time couldn't get angry even if he wanted to; she was small and weak, just a fly comparing to him. Now, when she was that tiny, it was brutally clear that even an originally six feet tall girl was yet nothing but a girl: young, awkward and fragile. A girl who was hard not to fall in love with.

- What is it, Hun? - He lowered down and made a welcoming gesture. - Why did you leave your apartments?

She rushed closer, but stopped right beside his hand, throwing shy glances at it.

- I just came to ask if you need anything. You overworked. - She murmured, opening her wing "shield" a little bit, but didn't come any closer.

Witnessing her hesitation, Time smirked kind-heartedly and leisurely picked the girl up from the ground. Fluffy, tiklish feathers touched his cheek and the man’s smile grew wider.

- I guess you are right, dear. - Time sat her on his shoulder and took his hat off revealing his beautiful brown hair - the same color Hannah had. – And… don't be afraid of me so much. It has been much of me already!

- M... Hm... - She nodded, moving closer to his face and settling in her favorite spot beside his neck. Young valkyrie dared to look in his shiny, sky-hue eyes and saw nothing but kindness and warmth.

- I guess it's a right time for dinner, since the Time is rather hungry!

The man turned on his heels and headed straight to the exit. His passenger giggled at the joke and hid in her thick feathers from the wind. She wasn't always that shy, actually. It was just... Him. They had been living together for two months, however, that uneasy feeling was too stubborn to set her free. Sometimes, he would scare her: with his loud voice, soldier pace, piercing gaze, hot temper – his breathtaking largeness, at the end. Besides, he was a lover of a mad woman who once wanted to force Hanna kill innocent people only because she was a valkyrie. A monster, as they say... She was kind of glad she drank that mixture and became small - at least, she wouldn't be that easy to find...

And, despite all that, Time accepted her. He knew who she was, what plans Red Queen was making about her, but he didn't tell a soul she was here. Why? It was hard to say for sure. Hanna wanted to believe he liked her, though it would be too good to be true...

The pair went through the Time-shaped corridor and took their course to the private quarters of the castle. The huge building was a unique piece of art: high ceilings painted by the best masters of Underland, the walls decorated with gold and black wood, specular floors so clean that, if you looked beneath your feet, you would think you were floating in the air like a balloon... It would be difficult to describe the whole glory of that wonderful place. Hanna never got tired of gracious, harmonious lines, of endless columns and pilasters, complicated patterns and pictures fascinating viewers with their colors and stories. There was a tale of the whole Wonderland written by hundreds of generations and carefully kept by Time itself, remembering each day, each life, each destiny.

At such moments, Hannah always thought about connection between a person who gave her shelter and a huge dial in the main hall. Behind a facade it was an immortal, the most powerful creature in the world, not just a cute man with funny German accent.

Maybe, that was the reason why every time she talked to him her knees shook, despite everything she had gone through.

Finally, they found the right door and Time laid a hand on a door knob, but suddenly a low metallic grumble thundered in the halls. The echo roared:

- Where is this clock head!? Find him immediately you fools! I know she is here, and he won't get away with this now! Oh, how angry I am! And he was telling me he loved me! Liar! Liar! Pathetic, disgusting liar!

Hannah would recognise that crispy, deafing scream from the thousands. She tensed and her eyes got poured with horror.

If they had come for her - and they definitely had - she was dead. She turned to Time – his face darkened. Gears on his neck were moving with abnormal activity.

- Don't worry, she won't hurt you. – He whispered gently, concern and anxiety in his artificially blue eyes. – I'll make sure of that.

Something about his tone wasn’t right, though Hannah didn’t pay much attention to that - and instantly regretted it. She couldn’t possibly imagine what was about to happen. Hanna let him reach her, hold her in his hands, bring her close to his lips and...

To say that she was terrified was to say nothing. She tried to struggle in his grasp, but his grip on her torso and wings was firm - it was impossible to make a move, and if she did, she would hurt herself, cutting her skin with various rings on his fingers. Her legs were squeezed by his throat, and no matter how hard she tried to kick them out of there, they only slid further downwards with each gulp. Very soon she saw a row of white teeth over her chest. The girl shut her eyes and waited for him to cut her head off, but... It didn't happen. Instead, very gently, she was guided to the pharynx and swallowed whole.

It was slick, and humid, and dark, and tight; strong contractions of the flesh – or whatever material it was – quickly overwhelmed her. The girl felt dizzy and nauseous – something between terror and disgust occupied her quivering soul. Time promised to protect her, and instead he did... This...

Why? How it supposed to help?

Was it a trap all along?

What… What if she was going to die?

Everything around her was ticking, scratching, whining, rotating - it was like being thrown in a huge old mechanism which the man actually was. Though she couldn't see, the girl could sense every cog doing its job. There were no organic sounds at all, and that startled the valkyrie even more. Still wiggling in poor attempts to at least slow down her glide, she was travelling along a slimy - or rather oily - tube to the core of Time and trembled, predicting what awaited her when she would reach her destination.

Suddenly, the walls squished the girl more intensively than usual - with a pitiful moan, she was expelled in a bigger room. It was soft and a little stiffy like an old laundry; as she crawled forward, her hands dove in a pool of viscous liquid. Like a mouse from a cat, Hanna jerked from it to the side and pressed her little palms against slippery inner surface of the pouch.

- Time! Time, don't leave me here! Please, let me out! What did I do wrong? Please, I'm scared... Time...

The valkyrie hit that elastic flesh and cried. She didn't get an answer, no matter how much she yelled into the pitch black nowhere. It was pointless - it was all pointless. At least... At least it would save her from the fate of becoming a murderer. There he was right - Red Queen wouldn't get to her here. No one would be able to get to her ever again.

Soon she stopped protesting and pleading, and just laid limp on the soft floor, burring herself in her wet feathers. The stomach was warm, and plushie - not the worst way to pass out. But he abandoned her. He... She thought, he was her friend.

Well, she forgot - time is a friend to no man.

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Meanwhile, Time was at a very critical situation himself. Iracebeth came across him at the very second he felt his stomach swell, and that was good - she didn't know where Hanna was. However, the woman was so furious, Time could start worrying about his own well-being. She unceremoniously dragged him to the side and pushed into a living room where two guards stood beside an armchair. He was thrown there, and his "lover" sank him in an ocean of questions which were constantly interrupted by her complaints, threats, lamentations and drizzling of broken items she ran into while restlessly wondering around like a tiger in a cage. Although, it wasn't like Time really listened - his hand was on his middle, and he carefully examined his sensations coming from within.

He had to warn her...

Time heard Hanna's desperate screams, they broke his mechanical heart, but he couldn't reply to them, thought he really wanted to. She must have been very scared in there. She must have thought she was going to die... Poor girl. She suffered so much already, and now, when it seemed he managed to help her, he destroyed everything again. The only good thing was that she would be fine. He really hoped she would - if not mentally, then physically. Though, he couldn't really say he was fine - all that happened left him in pure shock.

Rubbing at the spot where he could feel the valkyrie's little body, Time mutely stared at the pissed off Queen and waited for her hysteria to burn itself out. His long experience with that woman taught him that at such occasions patience was the best tactic.

As he expected, thirty minutes passed and she gave up. After breaking one more vase, Red Queen, breathing heavily, sat on a sofa before him and gave her partner a venomous look. She was exhausted.

- ... And after all of that you don't even try to defend yourself? Fool.

- Why would I need to? - The man replied calmly, his gaze confident and clear. - I'm not in any trouble. You were definitely tricked, your majesty.

- What!? How dare you say such nonsense!

- I do dare because the girl you are talking about is not here and I have never seen her in my life.

- I hardly believe it. - The queen took out a big handkerchief and wiped her teary eyes. – And don’t call her that! She is nothing more than a beast. Ah! Even you deceived me!

Time accumulated all his will not to show sarcasm. He could understand everything - Iracebeth's aggression, her hatred towards sister, her sadness and tears, but sometimes her manipulative habits and cruelty were just too obvious. He would still feel bad about her no matter what since, unlike many others, he could see the whole picture of her bitter fate. But that time he stood on the other side of the barricade.

He had to make her leave. And, which was not less important, to keep their relationships in a safe bay.

- Well, I challenge you to test my devotion, love. Order your guards to look around my castle - I can assure you, you won't find any evidences against me.

- Your assurance doesn't worth anything. - She scoffed, turning away. - But you gave me a good idea. Guards!

The red soldiers immediately straightened up, waiting for her words.

- Search through this palace - look under every stone and on every shelf, shake it from the roof to foundation, but find me that winged freak. Alive! And don't stand like useless statues, go for it, now!

The guards obediently left.

While Red Queen wasn't looking, Time exhaled, relieved – Hannah’s quarters were hid well, only he knew the path. So, the game was already over.

At the meantime, in his stomach, the girl who seemed to settle down, suddenly came to life. Oh, it was pure luck only he could catch her voice out here. She sobbed. Gosh, that pretty tiny bird would give him a heart attack! Time didn't stop secretly stroking his taunt middle through the clothes, feeling how the clock in his chest ached as if someone stabbed it with a knife. He tried to convince himself she would be all right. Just some more minutes. He could afford it.

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Hannah heard him speaking to someone, possibly Red Queen. Nothing bad happened yet, and still she felt very helpless, and hopeless. It was unnerving to be stuck in complete darkness, figuratively and literally. The only "entertainment" she had was something touching her back lightly as if in attempt to soothe her, however, the valkyrie couldn’t know for sure – perhaps, it was just her lively imagination. She felt indescribably lonely. And that unchanging, never-ending ticking - cold, indifferent - it drove her crazy! She wanted, no - she demanded to get a sign, to hear a single word meant for her, anything showing that he remembered...

Hannah got up again and dug her fingers into the silk flesh once more, struggling to reach the source of slight sensation. Her lungs burned of crying. Choking and sniffing, she called:

- Time, please!.. Please, say something. I can't bare this anymore... Answer me!..

No respond. The girl pushed harder, but the wall softly sprang under her hands and Hannah slammed over the bouncy floor. Her wings felt numb and sore – lack of space didn’t allow them to stretch even on a half of their capacity. Moreover, they were soaked in that oily liquid and visibly weighted: the valkyrie couldn’t stay straight for long or it would make her back dangerously creak.

Time didn't hear her, or pretended that he didn't. The girl didn't know what was worse. Her love for him had a violent battle with disappointment and sorrow. It wasn't like she hated him, no. She just couldn't understand why. Now, when she thought it was the end, "why?" was the only question lingering in her tired mind.

It was inevitably the last question, every fucking time...

Old memories waltzed before her gaze, rapidly turning darker and uglier as they did.

It was definitely all her fault... They were right - it was her fault!...

Powerless, she gave up on the attempts to squirm. But, hiding her dirty face in her palms, she continued occasionally calling out for him.

She didn’t believe he would answer anymore.

But it was the only thing she could cling on just to stay conscious. To stay alive.

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Time closed his eyes. It was almost over - they didn't find anything and soon the queen would be out. Regardless, any moment prolonging her stay gifted him with a new wave of agony.

- I'm scared... Don't do this to me... I... I beg you - don't be so cruel... – He heard a new faint shout from within and clenched his teeth.

Why didn't he come up with anything else? What was the reason he thought that swallowing Hannah was the best - and the only - option? Analysing it now, he saw countless possibilities aside that one. But... Back then it was something Time couldn't control. He had to keep her safe, yet close, because only then he could be certain the girl wouldn't get harmed. He rarely felt such strong emotions, and that made it difficult for him to find any proper explanation of what it was. But undoubtedly, it was something primal, subconscious. Something like... Hunger.

Time wasn't a human, though he looked like one; he didn't need to eat like normal people did. When he made a joke about dinner, in his case the man ment consumption of things that would simply keep him going, like oil, for instance. So, average hunger or starvation were unfamiliar to him.

However, that pang which struck him at the moment of danger tore a hole in him - at least, that what he felt. The man couldn't help himself, he knew - that was the right choice: to take her in, to become her alive armour, a tower no one could conquer where his tiny princess wouldn't fear anything. To satisfy that empty feeling. And his opened his mouth, and swallowed her whole despite protests and cries.

The only goal he achieved was that now, she feared him.

- I guess, I was wrong about you after all, my darling… - It was incredibly difficult to focus on Iracebeth, but Time forced himself to stand up as she jumped off her seat.

No one would expect so many controversial emotions to fight beneath the mask of courtesy on his face.

- See? I wouldn’t go against you, love...

- But I’m still mad at you! - She interrupted him. Her foot in a high-heel shoe gave the floor a capricious tap.

- What did I do to cause your displeasure, your majesty?

- You knew I was looking for that creature all along and didn’t do anything! If you really loved me, you would have already brought her to me!

- My seconds are working days and nights on that… It seems she is quite smart. Although, not smarter than my dearest, isn’t she? She will be yours, my sweet queen...

His smarmy grin made Iracebeth visibly soften – she smiled back and let her partner guide herself and her servants to the exit.

" Ok, act casual - a smile, a kiss, a bow. Don't let her know. They almost departed."

- Time... Please...

Wilkins opened the gates and the guests finally crossed the last border of his territory. He watched impatiently as Red Queen crawled into her carriage and two bright red horses with long black plumes on their heads swept her away.

-Time…

Wilkins vanished too. Good.

-Say anything...

- Hannah!

He put all the pain he felt into that word. The man leaned to the locked gates and hugged himself - hugged her inside of him.

- I am here. Please, don't cry - I meant no harm. I... You are safe. Trust me, Hannah - you are safe!

He fought the wish to cough her up right then and there - it would spook the girl even more; she could get hurt. He prayed she would listen. Time have never thought that his own seconds could be that intimidating; the valkyrie in his belly went silent. Deadly silent.

- I'm sorry I didn't say it to you earlier. It would be too dangerous! I... I understand how you feel right now - I will understand if you don't want to speak to me ever again, but I'm not kidding, Hun. I meant no harm.

The last phrase turned into a whisper on his pale lips. He was counting.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

- T-Time?

Her voice was cracked and high-pitched.

- You didn't leave m-me? Is it really you?

Thank goodness!

- Hannah...

- I thought... I thought you would... - She trembled. - That you would kill me...

- No, no, of course not! I'm very sorry... Forgive me, Hun. If you can...

He slowly sat down on the floor. Strange, but oddly pleasant sensation of another life wiggling around inside him restarted. He could say she still was kinda edgy, though the movement appeared to be rather curious than panicking. Time pressed a hand a bit harder against his waist, tracing the girl’s way. In return the man received a hesitant pat.

-What is that, Time?

- Don’t worry. It’s just my hand.

- Oh… - Hannah flinched. She put two and two together, and late realization came to her. – So… You… You were with me… I… oh, Gosh... I was an idiot... I should have thought!..

Her emotions was so strong that she couldn’t finish – the valkyrie simply buried herself in soft wrinkles of the stomach and rubbed at the spot where she could feel his presence. All her worries disappeared instantly.

- I’m sorry for rumbling – you don’t like that…

Time laughed drily.

-Do whatever you want and don’t even TRY to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong! It was me who scared you. By the way, I want to tell you: you don’t have to watch your step every moment around me just because I’m “the Time itself”! Sounds ridiculous, I know. However…

He paused, trying to find the words.

– I require honesty, Hannah. You should be honest with me and yourself. I’m honest with you – I care about you! I’m on your side! I won’t hurt you just because I can – there are people like that and you met them often – but I’m not them. I call my seconds stupid. But they are my beloved children I would kill for. It’s as true as the fact that you are my… friend.

Hannah noticed the place heated up. Wait… Was he blushing?

-T-thank you… Time. No one ever said that to me after my parents passed away. – She said quietly. – And, frankly… I couldn’t be happier now. I’m shocked – and glad – that you see me in this way. Because you are my friend too. I like you.

He didn't say anything about that. The space suddenly got even more crumped and the clock above started ticking a little bit off the rhythm – but it was just silence. Not frightening, but rather… fluttering that time.

Mechanical noises coming from here and there lost their flat and unbothered tone – they talked. They sang. A trap turned into a temple; Hannah suddenly thought that she was actually inside of his body. Well, it was obvious. But earlier it sent chills of horror down her spine while now they were the chills of extreme adoration. Before he appeared in her head as an invincible god. In fact, he wasn’t invincible – he could feel pain, he could be broken. She could break him like, right at that moment – or any other moment in the past. Time’s abrupt – almost instinctual – decision to put her under his skin, to give her access to the most vulnerable part of him only to defend her instantly obtained a much deeper meaning she was only about to understand - and deeply appreciate…

She snuggled deeper into the warm flesh, listening to the melodic rhythm of his body. He sat there, curled around her possessively.

They stayed like this for long – it could be an eternity.

Although, everything, good or bad, comes to an end.

-I guess, you want out now. – Time’s voice was slightly tremulous.

-I… I do. No offence. - She admitted shyly. - My wings need some space.

-Sure. – She could feel him straighten up. His palm didn’t let go of her even for a second. – And by the way... After you get ready, we still could have that dinner together. If you still want it, of course…

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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Seven

Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC) Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of alcohol, Pining (actual pining, Josh is down bad), To reiterate: Josh is down bad this chapter, Getting Jaked, Masturbation Jokes, Unnecessarily long facetimes. Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Josh has always loved love,  and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. Author's Note: This chapter is so cute to me, and I hope you all enjoy it too. We have a little bit to go before our two dummies are ready to be together, but the seeds are there. 

“Clinging to your late-night courage Anything to pass the time Lying in the backseat, trying not to fall apart Waiting for your life to start.” Driving Through a Dream - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I walk through the aisles of the craft store, tidying up before our afternoon rush. The Generic Christian music pumping through the speakers is the soundtrack to this mindless task. As I pick up misplaced items and return them to their homes, I find myself lost in thought. These days, most of my daydreaming involves Quinn. The way they giggle sits heavy at the front of my mind, followed quickly by their passionate wit and otherworldly beauty that spans soul-deep. It’s been over a week since they’ve graced me with their presence, and I long to see them. 

I’m startled out of my thoughts by the sound of footsteps at the front of the aisle. Speak of the devil. I think as I look up.  “Oh! You’re back!” I wave, perhaps too enthusiastically, at Quinn as they walk down the aisle toward me. “Hah!” They laughed, “Yeah, I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

My stomach does a little flip at that. I know they don’t mean anything by it, but I wish they did. Nothing would make me happier in life than being able to call Quinn mine. I see a faint blush grace the tops of their cheeks as they pause, seemingly realizing what they said. I wish I could reach out and comfort them. “I’m here because I need to buy even more supplies for my kids,” They spit out quickly to try and hide their embarrassment.  “Did Matilda eat the chalk again?” I ask, remembering a certain chalk eating student Quinn mentioned previously.  “Noooooo,” a giggle bubbles out of them, “I can't believe you remember that.” 

Of course, I remember; I remember every little detail Quinn deems worthy to tell me. 

“I’m just dealing with some personal things and don't have access to the stuff I keep stashed at home,” they continue, placing a hand on the back of their neck. And oh, how it kills me to see them uncomfortable.  “I hope it’s nothing too bad,” I reach out to pat their arm, “I’m happy to lend an ear if you need one,” I flash them a bright smile.  “You know, it may make me feel better if I talk about it to someone besides my roommate,” they wring their hands, “but I don't want to burden you with my troubles.”  “Your troubles could never be a burden, dear.” 

Quinn rewards me with a shy smile before giving themself a little shake like they're trying to hype themself up for whatever they're about to tell me. 

“I um, I…” they close their eyes and take a deep breath, “I broke up with my partner a few days ago.” 

I’m flabbergasted. I could not imagine being with Quinn and throwing it all away. Though I shouldn’t be shocked, I have met Craig a time or two. I try to keep the shock off of my face as I gently prod them for more info. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you well?” I dramatically slap a hand to my forehead, “No, wait. That’s a stupid question.” They huff out a small chuckle, “No, I’m fine. Our relationship ran its course, and it was time. The problem is that it all happened so quickly, so most of my stuff is still at our, I mean his, apartment.” “Oh! I’m glad you're fine. But I’m happy to help you get your stuff if needed. I have a truck, and I’m off on Sundays,” I reach into my pocket and pull my phone out, handing it to Quinn, “Here, gimme your number, and we can coordinate!”  “There are easier ways to get my number that don't involve signing yourself up for manual labor,” they crack a crooked smile. My eyes go wide, and a million thoughts flit through my head. Oh God, I hope they don't think I’m trying to pick them up. I obviously wouldn't be opposed to it, but Jesus Christ, that was not my goal. Should I say something? Can I salvage this? Oh, My tummy hurts. 

“Oh, uh, that wasn't,” my brain tries to kick back into gear as Quinn hands me my phone back. “Relax, Josh. I was joking. I was upset that I didn't get your number before leaving the cafe the other day,” they attempt to calm me down, “I had a wonderful time hanging out that day and would have loved to be able to continue our conversation.”  “Oh, good,” I make a dramatic show of wiping imaginary sweat off my brow, “I do wish I was getting your number under better circumstances, though.”  “Eh, what can you do? Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair. I just wanted to stop and say hello,” they flash a grin and walk toward the drawing supplies, “Oh, and don’t forget to text me.” Oh, I certainly will not forget. I went back to mindlessly tidying the store, amazed by the laziness of some people. Is it so difficult to walk your unwanted knitting needles back to the aisle they originally came from? It’s one aisle away. 

Oh, never mind all that; nothing will ruin my afternoon now. 

I clock out and practically skip to the parking lot. I don’t get the least bit annoyed when I step into a puddle, dirty water seeping into the canvas of my white vans. I’m not even a tiny bit angry when some jackass flies into the parking lot and nearly hits me as I’m walking to my car. I don’t care when I realize I didn’t take my keys out of my work locker, and I have to walk back inside and back to the break room. I even stop by the cash registers on my way back out to tell Martha Carruthers, one of our most notoriously rude and demanding regular customers, to have a lovely afternoon. 

When I finally got into my car, I let the radio play on without intervention. This day is going my way; I trust that the radio gods won’t let me down either. I pull out into the early afternoon traffic and get lost in whatever song shuffles first from my Apple Music. 

“Staring out the window with your, with your head on my shoulder Try to get some sleep. We’ll be driving through a dream.” 

I begin to visualize a future where I look over, and Quinn is in my passenger’s seat, one Doc Marten’d foot on my dashboard, with their window down and summer wind blowing through their hair. The ocean air, faintly scented like salt and fish, circulated through the truck, mixing with the scent of our sunscreen. They’re scream-singing along with the radio, and they’re made of pure, unbridled joy. 

I’m pulled from my daydream by someone honking behind me. I look up and see I’m at the four-way stop across from the bar. Holy shit, did I drive home on autopilot? I’m banning myself from daydreaming in the car. I turn my blinker on and take a left, waving apologetically out my window and hoping the poor person wasn’t waiting too long behind me. As soon as I pull into my usual parking spot, I hop out of my truck and basically fucking frolicked my way to the stairs leading to mine and Jake’s apartment. As I reach the top of the stairs and shove my key in the deadbolt, I hear Jake puttering around inside the apartment. 

“I’m home, brother dearest,” I sing-song as I fling the door open. I step inside and kick the door shut behind me, stopping to hang my keys up and take my shoes off. Living above a bar taught us how essential a shoes off household is when it comes time to clean, and I’d rather eat my left fist than track bar funk across the hardwood. 

“FINALLY,” he calls back, “I’m in the kitchen, and I need your help with something.”  “It’s as if you’re only happy to see me when you need something from me,” I let out a massive sigh and slowly made my way to the kitchen. As I cross the threshold, I see Jake leaning over the counter. “Right on the money, bub,” he looks up from the interesting purple concoction he’s focused on and rolls his eyes, “Now, stop being dramatic. I need help with the tasting notes for next month’s specialty cocktail.” “And you’re doing this up here instead of in your bar; why?”  “Oh, sweet, young Joshua. Every supplier,” he raises an eyebrow, “knows you never take from your own product.” “And you call me dram-“ I cut myself off mid-sentence, fully processing his statement, “YOUNG Joshua? I was born first, and I will see that you die first if you ever disrespect me again.” He snorts out a laugh before proceeding, “No, I wanted to do this up here so I could actually think about it instead of getting distracted by some random bullshit down there.”  “Fair point, you do seem to take your job way more seriously than the average person.”  He narrowed his eyes at that little jab, “God forbid someone wants to succeed!” I fix him with a half smile. He’s just proving my point that dramatics run in the family. “Okay, okay. Let’s get this done. I have stuff to do, Kiddo," I jokingly bite out, and he rolls his eyes at the nickname.  “Like what? All you do is go to work and sit at home.” “I resent that implication,” I say as I watch him giggle at his joke. “You resent it because it’s true. I’m sure your big plans involve sitting on the couch and streaming a movie. Stardust, perhaps?” I gasp because he isn’t wrong, making Jake laugh harder. “I know you damn near better than you know yourself. You are obviously in a good mood, which means something good happened to you today, and you ALWAYS put Stardust on for everything. Happy, sad, promotion, getting fired, it’s all Stardust”  “Yeah, well. I just had a lovely day at the store today, and I want to celebrate in my own little way.”

Jake knows there’s more to it than that, but he doesn’t push me on it because he also knows I’ll tell him when I’m ready. I am not ready to admit to my brother that I’ve actually fallen into a deep, deep infatuation with someone I barely know, someone he's not even met. He’ll think I’m insane, and he wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. I feel insane every single time I think about it. 

“Anyway, essentially, what I want you to try is a Moscow Mule,” he gestures again to the concoction in the cup before him, “But I made it purple.” “Why did you make it purple?” “I wanted something fresh and bright for the beginning of the spring season,” he shrugs, “This is technically called a Galaxy Mule, but I’m renaming it The Indigo Streak because as the butterfly pea flower infused ice melts, you get these little streaks of indigo throughout the drink.” I take a sip of the cocktail and consider it for a moment. “It does taste like a mule, but whatever you added to make it purple adds just a hint of earthiness that compliments the ginger. So, go with that on the menu. Something about a ‘light and bright cocktail to chase those winter blues away with just enough earthiness to keep you grounded as it warms you up.’” Jake jots notes down on a piece of paper that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere and looks up at me  “WAIT! Maybe something about chasing the winter blues away and welcoming brightness back into our days?” “Oh, that’s good. ‘Light floral notes to remind us that the world is waking up?’” “We make an excellent team,” he says, scribbling more notes on his paper. “Indeed we do.”

I finally sit on the couch, tucking my knees underneath me, and grab the remote. I click through Prime and find what I’m looking for: Stardust. I don’t remember when this became my tradition, but it’s been years. Something about the whimsy and romance of it all has made this my go-to movie. If I’m sad, it’ll cheer me up. If I’m happy, it’ll keep those feelings alive. As I press play, I find my thoughts drawn back to Quinn as they often are. Is it too soon to text them? They made it a point to remind me to reach out, but what if I come across as too eager and ruin our vague friendship? What if I say the wrong thing?  I shake my head to dispel those thoughts as I click into their contact in my phone. 

“Quinn (Hobby Lobby)” 

I laugh through my nose and edit their contact to Quinn 🐛, the little worm representing how they’ve already wormed their way into my brain. 

I set my phone to the side and tug a blanket into my lap, trying to refocus on the movie. But, every five or so minutes, my attention is drawn back to my phone. 

I pick it up. I sigh. I put it back down. I sigh. Rinse and repeat. 

“I can feel your nervous energy from here,” Jake hollers, still in the kitchen, “I don’t know what you’re stressing about, but I am begging you to just figure it out.”

I guess I’m being louder than I thought. 

I wring my hands in my lap and pick up my phone again. I click into my messages and pull a new text up, typing Quinn’s name into the “To:” field. 

I type out around fifty variations of “Hi,” all of which I quickly delete. 

Hello, this is Josh - too formal Hi Quinn! - too personal  Hello - bizarre and abrasive

I set my phone down once more so I can wipe the sweat from my hands on the blanket in my lap, then finally settle on a simple but effective: 

Me: Hey there Quinn (Hobby Lobby)

Their response is almost immediate

Quinn 🐛:  Please don’t government name me like that. Me: But you have such a beautiful last name  Quinn 🐛: I know, it’s just too formal for friends to use :) 

I smile at my phone like a madman. 

Me: Oh, how silly of me  Quinn 🐛: Very silly indeed Quinn 🐛: Not to sound weird, but I’ve been waiting for you to text me 

That had my heart pitter-pattering in my chest, threatening to explode out of my ribcage. I wipe my sweaty hands on my blanket again, thinking of something to say.  Me: Well, I do apologize for keeping you waiting  Me: Hopefully it’s a forgivable offense  Quinn 🐛: I think I could look past it 

Before I can even text back, my phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call from Quinn. I quickly scramble back to my room and out of Jake’s earshot before pressing answer. I’m greeted by the sight of them sitting at the desk in a cutoff t-shirt, lettering far too faded for me to read, though it looked like a vintage band tee. Their hair was a bit mussed, likely from running their hands through it, and they were bathed in soft light from the lamp behind them. 

Oh, Quinn, you are radiant. I've never seen someone quite like you, and I'm lucky to see you twice in one day. 

“Hopefully, this isn't too forward of me,” they crack a half smile, “I’m busy with lesson plans right now and didn't want to just leave you on read.” It takes my brain a moment to kick into gear before responding.  “No, this is perfect,” I say softly, “Sorry for waiting so long to text you. I’m sure you want to make plans to retrieve your belongings sooner rather than later.” They pause, looking slightly confused as if planning that hadn't even occurred to them.  “I guess you're right,” they eventually say, “totally understand if that's all you want to talk about.” Now it's my turn to pause; they can't honestly believe I only want to talk “business” with them.  “Quinn, I’d love to talk to you for hours. I just assumed you’d want to make a plan,” I flash a grin, dimples on full display, to ensure they know I’m being honest.  “How about we make a plan, then we bullshit around?” 

“Well, as I said today, I have Sundays off and a truck. So, if you feel ready to see him again, we can start as early as this weekend.” I can't fully decipher the emotion that flits across their face after I finish my spiel. It looks sort of like anguish, but it's not quite there. It’s softer around the edges. It makes me hurt with them.

“I mean, we can wait, too,” I start, attempting to ease whatever emotional distress they're in, “We can wait as long as you need.”  “It’s not that. You just made me realize that Craig never really cared about my comfort level,” They give me a sad smile before continuing, “You're basically a stranger, and you care more about my feelings than my long-term partner did.”  “Do you give your phone number out to many strangers?” I opt for a joke to alleviate the heavy admission that Quinn just made. “Sorry to say, but I do. It’s pretty much my M.O. You’re just one more stranger in a long line of strangers that I unexpectedly FaceTime.” I bark out a loud laugh.  “Well, I am honored that I was your chosen victim tonight.”  “You set yourself up for it, texting me out of the blue like that,” they shrug and go back to writing what I assume is their lesson plan before looking back into the camera, “but, yeah, Sunday sounds good. I can text Craig tonight and tell him we’ll be there in the afternoon?”  “Afternoon sounds good, but I can do any time if you want to knock it out earlier!”  They shake their head a bit and chuckle.  “Josh, you truly are too caring. You’re offering up your day off to help me, and you're still worried about what time works best for me. It's sweet.”  “I’m flabbergasted at this point, dear. If you're comfortable, I need you to explain why you aren't used to people treating your feelings and time like they're valuable. Because they are, and you deserve to know that.” 

And with that, Quinn launches into the whole story of their relationship with Craig. I often interject to ask clarifying questions, but I am mostly content to listen to them speak. From my understanding of their relationship, and my experience with the man himself, Quinn is not used to men making them feel heard, and I am determined to prove to them that they deserve to feel heard and take up space.  We talk for hours. For so long, I have to charge my phone twice. We talk about anything, everything, and nothing all at once. But talking with Quinn is easy. Not that I have difficulties talking to folks usually, but Quinn is exceptionally easy to talk to. Quinn is the type of person you want to spill your guts to without a second thought, so I did. We talk for so long that I eventually hear the apartment door open up, signaling Jake’s return from the bar down below. 

“This may be odd,” I whisper, “But I’m going to be very quiet for a moment. My brother just got off work, and I don’t want him to bother us.” Quinn frantically nods in response and pantomimes zipping their lips and throwing away the key before muting their mic. “Hey, you better be able to find that key later,” I start, but a knock cuts me off.  “Josh, you still up?” Jake’s voice sounds from behind the door. 

I hold one finger up to Quinn and set the phone down, knowing that if I say yes, Jake will come in and tell me about his night. 

“Yeah, I’m up,” I reply with an exaggerated yawn, knowing that if he thinks I’m tired, it’ll cut his talking in half. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but he has always been a night owl, and he has no concept that not everyone else is. Everyone in our immediate friends and family has been “Jaked” at one point or another. He’ll pop into your room or give you a call at around 3 am and talk your head off until he’s ready to go to sleep at 6. It’s charming, but he doesn’t grasp that most people need more rest than he does. 

“I’m coming in,” he warns as he walks through the door. He takes in my appearance: I’m leaning back against the pillows on my headboard, shirt off, a blanket pulled up to my hips, and he cocks an eyebrow. When his eyes land on the phone I have shoved halfway under my pillow, his face breaks out into the broadest shit-eating grin, and he lets out a giggle. “Hey bub,” he lets out a barking laugh, “Did I interrupt your… ahem… alone time?” 

I look around to see how he deduced that from my surroundings, and I do have to admit, I seem a bit suspicious. 

“What? No. Don’t be crude. I was reading,” I point to the reading glasses I keep on my nightstand.  “Where’s your book, then?” “I know you’re basically an ancient time-traveling pirate, but surely even you have heard of an eBook?”  “A likely story, dear Joshua,” he laughs again, taking a moment to sit at the foot of my bed, “I don’t care how you spend your spare time. Just keep those hands away from me until you’ve washed them.” I roll my eyes and contemplate taking my hands and rubbing them across his face to torment him.  “Anyway,” I pointedly changed the subject, “How was your night at the bar?” 

I let him prattle on for about 15 minutes, telling me about Linda’s most recent attempt at picking up Danny. “She pretended to fall off her stool, and when Danny came to her side of the bar to help her up, she said, ‘Don’t mind me, Big Guy. I couldn’t help falling for you.’ I swear the woman has been googling pickup lines. I love her, and I hope she never changes.”  And he told me about how Old Man Chuck said four whole words to him tonight.  “He must like me, talking to me that much.” And telling me about his number one fan, Miss Eleanor  “This woman put back five glasses of Moscato and was still walking in a straight line by the time she left. I swear I’ll put a ring on her finger if I’m still single this time next year.”  I did interject that story with an “Astute choice; after all, that’s probably the only way you’ll get laid anytime soon.” To which Jake flipped me off and told me to “Eat Shit.”

Eventually, I yawn again, and Jake takes this hint. 

“I’ll let you sleep. I have some bookkeeping to do anyway,” Jake says as he stands up, “Love you, bub.”  “Love you too, goodnight.” 

Once he closes the door and I hear the shower start up, I pull my phone back out and smile because Quinn is still on the line.  “Coast is clear, for now,” I say. 

They unmute themself and let out the biggest laugh. 

“Oh, he’s so cute!”  “Hey now,” I place a hand to my heart in mock outrage, “I can get him back in here if you want him to talk your head off for the next 3 hours.” “No, I think I’m fine with the present company. Thank you for the offer, though,” they laugh again, “but no, it’s just sweet. You can tell your brother is passionate about what he does.”

I nod my head because they’re right. This bar is all Jake has ever wanted, and he’s proud of how far he’s gotten. He should be proud. I’m sure as hell proud of him, too. 

“Yeah, he’s fine, I guess,” I start, “Just remember which brother offered you his truck out of the goodness of his heart.” “Oh yeah? Which one was that again? Joseph? Jacques? I can’t remember his name,” They wink, and my heart flutters again.  “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” “Oh, I fully intend to, but thank you for your permission.”

I watch the screen as they stretch their arms languidly above their head and yawn. 

“I should probably let you go. I have to be up in,” Quinn checks the nonexistent watch on their wrist, “like three hours. Kids won’t teach themselves, ya know?”  “It’s true. Good night, Quinn. Thanks for wasting time with me tonight.” “Time spent with you is not a waste,” they respond immediately, “But yes, good night, Josh.” 

I hit the end button and drop my phone to my chest before breathing out a sigh and turning my face to quietly screech into my pillow. God, I’m in so deep already. This situation is terrible. It’s okay. I’ll put my feelings aside and be the friend that Quinn needs from me right now. The last thing they need is a random man pining away for them and making their life more difficult. I’m pulled out of my reverie by one sharp knock. I hadn’t even realized Jake was out of the shower yet. 

“By the way, you’re not slick. Tell your buddy Quinn I say hi next time,” Jake snickers through the door.  Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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[aemondgirlfriend]

INVISIBLE STRINGS (4)

Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister (OC)

Summary: Aemond Targaryen was known as a cold, cruel and frightening prince, but he wasn't like that. Aemond was affectionate, intelligent, obedient and loved his family, but mostly her. Alysanne Targaryen is Aemond's twin sister, but with a different appearance. She had hair like her mother Alicent's, but her eyes were the violet of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon running through her veins. Aemond Targaryen was cold, cruel and frightening, but not with her. What Alysanne wanted, he did. Because it was always her and always will be.

Rating: Explicit/+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Violence and explicit NSFW, third-person POV, bad language, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), use of fingers)

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is the first story I've posted on tumblr, so please take it easy on me.

Alysanne stared at her reflection in the mirror while her maid calmly combed her dark hair. It had been weeks since the princess had spoken to the King, and he made no point of speaking to her. The dinners, meetings and celebratory parties were always the same, a part of the family getting together to keep up appearances, but it was all shit.

"- Princess?" she came out of her thoughts and faced her maid in the mirror “— I’m done.”

“—Oh, thank you, dear. You can stay for dinner with us, you know I love your company.”

“— It wouldn’t be appropriate, princess. The King would not approve.”

“—Oh fuck what he thinks. You are my maid, my lady-in-waiting, if I ask you to accompany me to something, no one should interfere with it.” She approached Gilly, her blonde lady-in-waiting with brown eyes, holding her shoulders “— I’ll lend you one of my dresses, you can choose.”

“—But…princess…”

“—Do not disobey your princess’s orders.” Alysanne said in a serious tone, clearly joking, then smiling. “— I’ll fix you up.”

And she did. Gilly chose a lilac dress with some embroidered butterflies and the princess did a simple hairstyle on her blonde locks. They looked in the mirror and hugged each other.

“— You’re beautiful, I bet some lord might even be interested in you.”

Gilly's pale face turned red as a tomato and the princess laughed, linking their arms together. They left the rooms and walked slowly to the main hall, where a celebration was taking place. It had been like this in the last few weeks, since Alysanne and Viserys had a falling out, the King had been throwing parties in the fortress with the aim of finding a groom for his youngest daughter, but it wasn't being easy. Not only Alysanne, but Aemond scared away the princess's potential suitors, scaring them and offering them as lunch to Vhagar. And now Alysanne scared them with Cannibal, saying that the dragon was super protective of her and would kill anyone who got close to her without her approval.

The King didn't like this.

Alysanne asked Gilly to have fun and went to her twin who smiled when he saw her. The purple dress fit perfectly on her body and highlighted her curves, matching perfectly with the color of her beautiful eyes. The princess approached her brother and hugged him, kissing his cheek.

“— You once again attracting everyone’s attention, I don’t like it.”

“—Come on, no jealousy, Aemond.” She adjusted the collar of her black clothes and held his hand. "- Do you wanna Dance?"

"- I do not dance."

"- Please. Or will I have to ask one of these lords, and honestly? I don't want." She looked at him with her pious eyes. “— Then I will ask Aegon.”

She let go of his hand and turned to leave, but Aemond grabbed her wrist, turning her back to him. With his jaw set and his face serious, Aemond pulled his sister into the middle of the room. He spun her around and held her waist, everyone's eyes fixed on the two brothers, the princess who was laughing and the prince who was just doing what she wanted. Everyone knew how spoiled by Prince Alysanne was, but they had never actually seen it happen. Alicent looked at the two with a smile on her face, while the King drank his wine in silence.

“— They’re getting closer and closer.” the Queen said, looking at her husband. “— We should accept Aemond’s proposal.”

Viserys placed the cup on the table and took a deep breath, wetting his lips.

“—Alysanne will marry whoever I choose.”

“— You know she won’t.” the King was silent, turning his gaze to the Queen. “— I never liked your ways, but…I can see how happy they are and how happy they would be. Can't imagine? Aemond has Vhagar and Alysanne Cannibal, they would be strong and good allies for other houses in the future.” Alicent got up from her chair and straightened her dress. “—Think about it once again, husband, and dance with your daughter. It’s time to sort things out.”

The Queen walked away and went close to Helaena who was arguing with Aegon because he was drinking too much. Alysanne and Aemond stopped dancing and the princess was panting, unlike the prince who was just tired. She held his hand and pulled him to the table, taking a glass of wine and drinking it heartily.

“— I see you’re thirsty.”

She looked at her father and let go of her brother's hand, wetting her lips and wiping away the traces of wine.

“— Dancing makes me thirsty and tired.” she pursed her lips, Aemond still staring at her.

"- Is tired? I thought I could have a dance with my daughter.”

Alysanne opened her lips in surprise and looked at her brother who smiled with the corner of his lips, motioning for her to accept the dance.

“— Well, I… I think I can dance some more.”

Viserys smiled and stood up, walking over to her daughter and linking her arm with hers. The two attracted all the eyes in the room, most of them surprised by the King's attitude, especially Otto and his children. The last time they saw Viserys do something like this was when Rhaenyra was just a child and Helaena when she married Aegon, but now it seemed different. All the guests knew that the father and daughter had fallen out, rumors spread quickly through the walls of the fortress and especially throughout Westeros, seeing that scene made some people happy with their reconciliation.

Alysanne danced the choreography she always did with the others, spinning, jumping and laughing, sometimes making the King laugh.

“— I'm sorry for my rude words, my daughter, I've been really hard on you.”

The princess stopped to listen to him, people still dancing around them.

“— I want to see you happy and with your family formed, and… with someone you love.” he held her hands and caressed her palm. “— And that’s why I wanted to make you a proposal.”

Alysanne took a deep breath and waited for his answer with a small smile on her face, wishing it was the answer she wanted.

“— I want to propose your hand to Jason Lannister.” the sparkle in the princess's eyes and the smile on her lips disappeared immediately, and once again she felt her eyes water. “— He is not an old man and he is a good person, I am sure he would be a good husband just as you would be a good wife and they would have beautiful heirs. He’s super loyal to me and it would be nice to always have the Lannisters on our side.” he shook her hands, looking into her violet eyes. “—What do you say?”

She felt her lips tremble and pulled her hands away, her nose itching with the urge to cry. She shook her head and laughed nasally, wetting her lips.

"- You are unbelievable."

Alysanne walked away, pushing past the people who were in her way and left the room, hearing the King shout her name, his eyes following her steps one last time that night. The princess locked herself in her chambers and removed the dress she was wearing, undoing her hair. She changed into looser clothes and let her hair down, grabbing a cape from her hanger. With her dagger at her waist, the princess entered Maegor's passages and left the castle, heading towards the flea desert.

She was going to have a different kind of fun tonight.

[fictional-magic]

do i know you? (pt. 1)

desi!james potter x oc!female!reader

a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me. tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)

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"don't talk to me."

this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london. right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.

the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together. and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind. same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him. "itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)

tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... " (i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)

you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)

"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"

(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...) the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"

[bloodtwin]

❝ HE MADE THE WORM . . . ⸻ HE HAS TO KILL THE WORM ！！！

#BLOODTWIN🩸 ⸻ independent, selective RESIST DARK URGE OC from BALDUR'S GATE III. oc, crossover & multimuse friendly. fellow durges welcome. 21+. n.sfw. durge-typical violence & the like. written by ADAM. he/him.

CARRD. STARTERS. MEMES. HEADCANONS. MODERN VERSE INFO.

HUNTING: @accultant . . .

WARNING ！！！ this blog contains HORROR, GORE, MURDER INCARNATE, a RABID DIRTY DOG that bites, the RELIGIOUS TRAUMA of god's favorite son, ridiculously UNHEALTHY SIBLING DYNAMICS, the feeling of being HAUNTED BY A PAST YOU CANNOT RETURN TO, CANNIBALISM as a source of nutrition (not a metaphor for love), SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES, & mentions of NECROPHILIA.

pfp credit: @accultant

RULES. note: i go into more detail in my carrd. these are just the basics.

01. BREAKING THE ICE the best way to get the ball rolling with me is to get sillay. seriously. i respond well to jokes both in & out of character. 02. ACTIVITY i am audhd & get burnt out very quickly. expect me to be slow with replies. it'll make my fast replies a little treat for both of us ! :] 03. FORMATTING i like to format my replies; you do not have to do the same. let me know if my formatting is hard to read, and i'll change it ! 04. OOC i'm chattyyyy. i post ooc a lot, but 90% of it is about puck anyway, so. just keep that in mind :] 05. INBOX always open. this is also your formal invitation to turn any asks into threads. 06. SHIPPING i love ships ! this blog is multiship, but i prefer gauging chemistry before jumping straight into shipping. 07. TRIGGERS if i did not make it apparent yet, there will be n/sft themes here. puck is the dark urge, so potentially triggering content comes with the territory. please let me know if you need anything tagged ! - my only trigger is ROACHES, so if you feel compelled to post those critters on your beautiful blog at any point, i'd appreciate you tagging them. thanks :] 08. PUCK puck is very over-powered LOL. if that bothers you, i totally get it, but i will not water him down to seem weaker. he is strong, scary, & sexy, and i like that in a man. <3 09. IAGO this blog is heavily associated with accultant ! a lot of puck's lore involves them & i reference them in threads all the time, so you should check them out too. don't tell them i sent you

ok that's all i have for you *kisskiss* ！！！

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Back in the Game - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: strangers to lovers, fluffy first date vibes

word count: 6.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1396767302-back-in-the-game-celeste

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“When was the last time you saw her?” Sam asked as he poured a mug of coffee for himself. They were sitting in Bucky’s empty apartment. He had finally pulled the trigger and bought a bed, a few dishes, and food but that was enough.

It was starting to feel too comfortable. 

“Last week,” Bucky said, flexing his metal fingers and rolling a cloth through them to polish the plates in a sad attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks as he thought about her long dark hair and pretty smile. 

“You scrub those any harder and you’re going to corrode them,” Sam laughed. “Did you talk to her?” He asked. 

“No,” Bucky grumbled. “She’s-”

“She’s what?” 

“Out of my league.” He looked up finally and met Sam’s glare. “How do I flirt with a woman? The last time I did that was-”

“It’s kinda refreshing seeing the White Wolf sweat.” Sam sipped on his coffee and stared at Bucky. 

“You’re not being helpful.”

“So she’s pretty?” He assumed, looking at Bucky over his mug. 

“She’s beautiful,” I corrected him. 

“Go to the bar, practice on some random women, and work that confidence back up man. The next time you see her at the grocery store you can put the moves on her,” he suggested. 

Bucky fixed Sam with a blank, unimpressed look - as if it was just that easy - and then blinked slowly before he groaned and ran his warm hand down his face. 

"I never used to be like this y'know?"

Sam chuckled and placed his coffee mug down, his voice soft as he gave Bucky's arm a comforting squeeze.

"Yeah, I heard the stories. You got this though, man. You're Bucky Barnes." 

He said it like it means something and Bucky scrunched his, unconvinced. He hasn't felt like Bucky Barnes in decades.

Sam tilted his head.

"We could go out tonight."

"No," Bucky grumbled. "I'm busy."

He didn’t want to practice on some random woman in a bar. He wanted to get it right. With her. She was stunning, and Bucky remembered clumsily dropping the orange he was holding when he spotted her in the produce section. He swore there was a halo around her, and that could have been the bad fluorescent lighting, but even she looked good in it.

"Busy polishing your arm, or busy polishing something else?" Sam giggled from behind his mug.

"Samuel..." Bucky warned. “Don’t start with the jokes.”

“That’s my thing.”

“Get a new one.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and shrugged dramatically.

“Okay. Suit yourself. Stay at home and wallow.”

“I am not wallowing!” Bucky snapped. “I’m…” 

He let out a sigh, swallowing the lump in his throat. There were very few people he could be vulnerable around, but Sam was one of them. When push came to shove, they counted on each other.

“I’m terrified.”

"Aw Bucky.." Sam started.

"I don't need your sympathy, Sam," Bucky cut him off.

"You weren't getting sympathy," Sam responded, looking him dead in the eyes. "What I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted, was that it might be decades since you worked your magic but things haven't changed as much as you think. She's a woman, and you're all man."

“Would you…just…man, quit wigglin’ your eyebrows at me like that, jeez,” Bucky stammered, his face turning an even brighter shade of crimson. 

“Look, even you must have noticed the way those recruits giggle and bat their eyes at you,” Sam pressed.

“That’s not the same thing,” Bucky muttered, his thoughts once again drifting to the way her eyes had brightened when she’d picked up the perfect head of broccoli.

"It is!" Sam exclaimed, eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline in disbelief. "You just don't wanna admit that even after everything, someone might actually want to make you happy. You could kill someone and that intern with the glasses would ask you to do it again!" 

Bucky tossed the rag at Sam, who let out a yelp at the amount of force the fabric hit him with. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath. Hums, thumps, and the soft beat of Sam's heart echoed in Bucky's head as his best friend's words replayed over and over. Suddenly the silence was way too loud. With resignation, he met Sam's puppy eyed stare. 

"You get one hour," he pointed at Sam, who punched the air gleefully. "And you're buyin'.

A groan left Bucky's throat in response, but Sam ignored it while he put the rag back into the kitchen, winked at Bucky, and left the apartment with another "One hour, loverboy!".

The moment the door closed behind him, Bucky took a deep breath. So deep that he could see his chest expand in the corner of his eyes. Every breath felt heavy but only a bare minimum of oxygen made it into his lungs. As if he was drowning, without even being in water. 

He recognized the early signs of his anxiety, but tried to calm himself with massaging his flesh hand with the vibranium fingers, applying enough pressure on the trigger points next to his thumb. 

It was only a boy's night out. She probably wasn't even there and he wouldn't use a different woman for a dry run. Nope, not going to happen. 

With his head hanging low and his mind too busy to focus on anything else right now, he head into the bathroom to take a shower.

That evening, Bucky met Sam outside their regular haunt, a grin on his friend’s face as he opened the door. 

“Let’s get this over with,” Bucky muttered, ducking inside.

“Alright hotshot, what’re you drinkin’?” 

Sam bustled him towards the bar, hands on his shoulders and almost bouncing with giddiness. 

“Old fashioned,” Bucky murmured to the bartender awaiting their orders. 

“Make it two,” Sam added as Bucky turned his back to the bar, scoping out the crowded room.

He was starting to regret agreeing to this. The alcohol wouldn’t do anything to loosen him up and if Sam’s enthusiasm was anything to go by, it was sure to get real tiring, real quick. 

Speaking of which, his partner clapped him on the shoulder and not so subtly pointed to a blonde down the bar. 

“What about her? She’s hot… and definitely giving you the eye.”

“Yeah, but she’s not—“

Her.

Sam groaned and took a generous gulp of his drink, shaking his head.

“Will you relax, big boy? You’re not marrying her. This isn’t 1920 anymore.”

“I was three in 1920, you jackass,” Bucky snarled. 

Sam rolled his eyes and Bucky shifted in his seat. He couldn’t do this, not now. He’d always longed to be the man he was before the train, before Zola, before the brainwashing, but he knew that man died in the snow that day in 1945. He’s never been the same since, even after therapy and pardons… something shifted. He felt alien; thrown into a brand new century that he wasn’t meant to exist in.

“Just… give it a shot. She’s gorgeous.” 

Sam gave her a little wave and she giggled, hiding behind her hair as her long fingers wrapped around her glass. She was pretty, with golden hair that fell down her back in gentle curls.

“Sounds like you’re more interested in her than I am,” Bucky grumbled into his drink. 

“Okay. Tactic change,” Sam replied. “200 bucks says you’re too big of a coward to hit on the next woman who walks in here.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. If there was one thing he didn’t lose, it was a bet. Especially not a bet to Sam Wilson.

“You’re on.”

Bucky's heart was in his mouth, as the minutes passed and the bar doors remained closed.

He picked up his glass again. He needed to relax, to tell himself it wasn't a life or death situation, or the end of the world.  He took a sip and gulped the liquid down. 

Moments passed before the door opened. He managed to take a breath in when he saw it was just a group of guys, hustling each other inside with good natured banter.

"You really are nervous," Sam started, as the door started to swing closed again. 

As he took another swig, trying to summon 1942 Bucky, the door swung inwards again. As his eyes rose to look at the entrance, it took every bit of control he had to swallow that mouthful.

A woman walked through the door with bouncing brown waves, a delicate jaw. Bucky’s heart leapt in his chest. 

Shit, it was…not her.

The face she revealed when she turned wasn’t the one that’d been haunting his thoughts for the past two months. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t beautiful though. 

Catching his eye as she walked over to the bar, the woman smiled sweetly at him before leaning against the wooden bar top, trying to catch the attention of the bartender.

“Look man, she smiled at you. Go shoot your shot,” Sam hissed, nudging him towards the woman.

With a glare at his friend and a final swallow of his drink that he had to force past the knot of nerves in his throat, he squared his shoulders.

“Fine,” he gritted if only to get Sam off his back.

Fixing a smile on his face he turned and took a few steps towards the woman and leaned next to her.

Act casual.

“I’ll drink that,” he said, gesturing to the glass of wine before her.

“What?!” She asked, bemused.

“I mean I’ll buy you,” he tried again, wincing. “No! I mean I’ll get that drink for you.”

Her eyes widened as he stumbled over his words. Instead of responding, she slipped from the stool, giving him the cold shoulder as she disappeared towards the back of the bar. 

With a groan, Bucky turned to Sam and glared pointedly. Sam sent a thumbs up and mouthed "Try again." before nodding towards the growing crowd of people. 

Bucky licked his lips anxiously, blue eyes trying to casually scan the room like he used to do with Steve at the dance halls. Girls seemed easier to approach in his youth, but maybe he was just filled with Brooklyn-born confidence back then.

With his gut twisting uncomfortably, Bucky let his gaze skip from woman to woman. All of them beautiful but none of them gave him that feeling — the butterflies, the double-time beating of his heart. 

God, he hated this. 

And then it happened, the door closing and Bucky only quick enough to catch the back of her head but he knew. Brunette waves, no doubt in his mind this time. His eyes settled on her across the room and in his peripherals he sees Sam’s head turn to follow his gaze to the door.

Bucky met his eye briefly before Sam’s thumbs were flying across his phone screen. Bucky’s buzzed in his pocket and he fumbled for it before he scanned the message on the screen. 

If you don’t, I will.

Bucky’s head whipped around to tell him to fuck off, but Sam was already striding toward the bathroom, lifting one hand to wave at him without looking.

You’re supposed to be my wingman, he typed back.

His phone lit up again.

That was never part of the bet 💃🏻

“I’m gonna break his phone,” he muttered. “And his fingers.”

When he looked back up at the brunette, she was flicking away tears. And she was alone. Her eyes landed on him for a split second. Was he imagining a brief moment of recognition? Or was he just nervous? She trudged up to the bar and leaned up against it, her tight black tank top rode up her back a little and Bucky stared up at the ceiling, fighting every urge not to stare her down like a creep. He wanted to work on his "game" as Sam called it-- but he didn't want to terrify women.

“Gin and tonic, please. Triple.” 

Her voice was husky and laced with grief. She tossed some cash onto the counter and Bucky’s guts twisted. Who the hell made her cry? Before he could even think, he was walking up to the bar and pushing the cash back toward her as he dug his wallet out of his leather jacket.

“It’s on me.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I don’t need a man to take pity on me. Not right now.”

“It ain’t pity…”

“Celeste,” she quietly supplied.

“Celeste,” he repeated, relishing the way her name felt. “I just thought it might put that beautiful smile back on your face.”

He thought he’d messed up again when she turned away from him but to his relief she didn’t walk off.

Shaking out her hair she adjusted her shirt and sniffled a few times. If it hadn’t been for his enhanced hearing he would never have caught her muttering.

“Can’t believe I meet Hot Grocery Store Guy looking like a royal mess. Must think I’m a psycho.”

“I don’t think you’re a— wait. Hot Grocery Store Guy?!” 

Celeste snapped her head up, looking a little sheepish as her cheeks flushed a soft pink. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she murmured.

Bucky chuckled and leaned against the bar, his nerves withering away as Celeste huffed out a quiet laugh too. 

“I got good ears,” he replied, lips curved into a small smile. 

“You got a name too? Unless you want me to call you Hot Grocery Store Guy?” 

She smiled properly then, bright and just as gorgeous as he’d seen in the store. 

“Bucky. Uh, Bucky Barnes.”

“Oh, okay, so Hot Grocery Store Guy is your middle name,” she replied with a grin. "Got it."

Bucky blushed furiously and swept a hand through his hair.

“Middle name’s Buchanan.”

“The worst President of all time?” She fired back with a teasing smile.

He exhaled, his shoulders shaking with laughter. This woman knew how to humble him. Quick. He liked that. Slowly, he could feel some of that bravado creeping back in.

“You’re killin’ me here, doll.” 

Celeste laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and bit her lip. She was so beautiful, with soft freckles that cascaded down her cheekbones, and a few scattered on the bridge of her slightly upturned nose. Her warm brown eyes danced across his face and suddenly, Bucky felt like he wasn’t in control of this anymore.

“I’ll go easy on you from now on.” She licked her lips. “Bucky.”

He liked the way his name sounded on her lips. Maybe a little too much. He glanced down at the drink in front of her.

“You gonna let me pay for that?” He asked.

“That depends,” she breathed. “Are you planning on sticking around? 'Cause I could use a drinking buddy."

Bucky beamed.

"I'm here all night."

He could sense Sam exiting the bathroom even before he saw him, the smugness rolling off his friend in waves.

“How ‘bout you grab us a seat, Sweetheart, and I’ll join you in a second, yeah?” Bucky smiled, indicating his head towards Sam’s approaching figure.

“Sure,” she replied, picking up the bulbous gin glass and squeezing his arm before making her way through the bar.

“Well look at you, Tinman. Found your heart after all,” Sam drawled. “Is this the part where you introduce us?”

“No, this is the part where you leave,” Bucky replied, hoping Sam wouldn’t pick up on the desperate note in his voice.

“Leave! Are you kidding me?” Sam scoffs. “Not when the fun is about to start.” 

“You just want to see me sweat,” Bucky rolls his eyes a little at that. He loved his friend for making him come here but, right now, he wants to focus on the gorgeous woman that’s waiting for him at the table without Sam’s watchful gaze. He doesn’t want to mess anything up just because his friend is giving him a thumbs-up from across the bar. 

“But…”

Bucky gives him a look that says, ‘go or I’ll make you go’. “Fine,” Sam relents to his friends’ wishes and before he turns to leave, he says with a smile, "Good luck!"

"I am going to need it," Bucky murmurs and turns to find her watching their interaction with an amused expression.

“Go get her, tiger.” Sam clapped him on the back and Bucky swatted at him.

“Don’t call me that!” He snapped as he headed back toward Celeste. “So patronizing.”

“You got this, sport!” Sam called. "You're doing great, champ!"

Celeste looked confused while Bucky was blushing furiously as he wandered back to her.

“You gonna introduce me to Captain America?” She asked as she sipped her drink.

“Not until he behaves himself,” Bucky grumbled. He tried to shake off the nerves and climbed back onto the bar stool. “So… where were we?”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened and she rested her chin on her hand. “You were doing some pretty awkward flirting, and you still have to pay for my drink.”

His stomach flipped. Right. He forgot about that.

“Oh! Jeez,” he grumbled, digging into his wallet. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What a schmuck, huh?”

She giggled and placed a hand over his metal one. He flinched a little, but she didn’t move it. Her smile was warm and comforting. He could get used to seeing it every day.

“Bucky, it’s fine,” she giggled. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No, no. I offered.” He pulled some cash out of his wallet and handed it to the bartender, shoving a little more into the tip cup. “Sorry. Okay, now where were we?”

“I found an empty booth back there,” she pointed, “I mean, if that’s ok with you? We can sit at the bar if you pref-“

“A booth’s fine, great actually,” he interrupted, eyeing Sam’s shaking shoulders as he edged away.

With a tight smile that still showed a hint of her earlier sadness, Celeste led the way across the bar towards the booths. Bucky followed close behind, his hand hovering at the small of her back, not quite touching. 

“This ok?” She asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“Perfect,” he reassured.

They sit down and Bucky picks up the laminated menu, “Would you like something to eat? The pretzels here are amazing.”

“Pretzels?” Celeste asks, baffled at that. “From all of the menu items, a pretzel is the amazing thing here? That is so simple. Pretzels are the same everywhere! You cannot mess up a thing as basic as that.”

“You would be surprised,” Bucky replies, but he accomplished what he wanted – to put a smile on her face again. 

“Okay, I’ll give you this one. Let’s order that and some potato skins. Now, those are good.”

With the food order, Bucky decides to ask what has been bothering her since he saw her at the bar. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Celeste glanced up from her drink, fingers stilling on the glass. 

“Oh, uh…” she hesitated. 

“You don’t have to,” Bucky rushed out, “I just— I have good ears… y’know, for listenin’.”

He was internally groaning even as the last word left his lips, but Celeste had her bottom lip tucked under her teeth, eyes sparkling with amusement as she stifled a giggle. 

“You really are out of practice, huh?” She replied, but her tone wasn’t teasing, it was soft and understanding. 

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered, cheeks flaming, “but even I know that was bad.”

“Self-awareness gets you brownie points,” she said, her lip quirking upwards into a smile.

“Somethin’s gotta,” Bucky winced, taking a swallow of his drink.

“It’s more than most guys have,” Celeste hummed and when he saw her expression change it finally clicked for Bucky what had made her so upset.

“Oh, Sweetheart, please don’t tell me you’re cut up over some dumb guy?  I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go kick his ass.  He obviously needs some of the stupid knockin’ out of him.”  Bucky made to get out of his seat but Celeste laughed and dragged him back.

She continued to giggle, covering her face with her hand as he muttered about stupid guys not knowing a good thing when they see one.

“No, no, don’t do that,” she continued to giggle. “He got a good talking to in his voicemail, believe me.”

Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not enough.”

She dropped her hands from her face and rested her fingers on his arm, "I'm better now, let's just forget that I got ghosted."

"Ghosted?" His brows scrunched together and Celeste started to laugh again. "I'm not very good with the terms. Will you tell me what happened?" He asked her. "With the ghost?"

She nodded and took a sip of her drink, swallowing it down as she settled into the booth. He liked that she was getting comfortable, her eyes widened a little and her bottom lip went slack. She was enjoying herself and it made him feel wonderful.

“It sounds stupid now that I think about it,” she sighed.  “You’re gonna think I’m dumb.”

“I would never!” He gasped, looking mortally offended.  “Cross my heart.”

“OK, I matched with this guy on a dating app and we hit it off, even spoke on the phone a couple of times.  He talked a good game and we arranged to meet tonight but he never showed.  Left me waiting in the restaurant for an hour and a half.”

She gave a little sigh and Bucky’s brows furrowed sympathetically.

 “I tried the whole online dating thing too, it’s pretty crazy. A lot of weird pictures.  I mean, tiger photos? Half the time I don’t even know what I’m looking at, it’s a lot.”

“Tiger photos?” Celeste laughed. “What?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get it either,” Bucky murmured. “Between that and getting random pictures of body parts I didn’t ask to see yet… I, uh…” He let out a chuckle. “I gave up pretty quick. It’s brutal out there. I don’t know how people do it.”

She raised her drink.

“To shitty online dates.”

They clink glasses and Bucky couldn't take his eyes off of her as she sips her drink. 

“I’m pretty close to deleting the app myself,” she confessed. “Last month, I went out with this Wall Street guy and all he did was explain Bitcoin to me. Didn’t ask me about myself, my hobbies, just… tried to get me to invest. Come to think of it, I think it was a pyramid scheme. And he was sweating a lot.”

Bucky chuckled, his cheeks warming as her eyes lingered on his lips.

“Well, I’d like to know about your hobbies. And I only sweat a medium amount.” 

“A medium amount, huh?” She laughed. Celeste took a sip from her drink and pondered a moment. “I like the outdoors. Walks in the park or through the zoo are stress relief for me.”

"The zoo?"  Bucky hadn't been, "you'll have to take me, I mean if you want, I don't remember the last time I went to the zoo..." 

"Planning our second date already?" Her hair fell over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side. 

"Well isn't this our first?" He asked her. There was a slight risk she might say no but he was willing to take it. 

"And what about our third?" She smiled at him and he nearly fell out of his seat from the fireworks that exploded in his chest. "Where will you take me, I'm taking you to the zoo after all."

Bucky bit his lip, his heart racing. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam watching them, chin resting on his hand like he was watching one of those stupid romantic comedies he said he never cried at.

He did. And so did Bucky.

Just two grown men sitting on the couch, pretending they didn’t have emotions during You’ve Got Mail. 

“How about a walk through Central Park and dinner? Real dinner.”

“Real dinner?”

Her eyes sparkled and he wanted nothing more than to reach over the table and brush his fingertips across the soft pink flush that stained her cheeks.

“You like sushi?”

“I fucking love sushi,” she whispered. “Are you asking me out, Bucky Hot Grocery Store Guy Barnes?”

He cleared his throat and took another sip of his drink for a bit of liquid courage that he hadn’t actually felt since the ‘40s. The habit was just there. He drummed his metal fingers against the glass and she watched with fascination before her eyes met his.

“I think I might be,” he whispered.

“I’d say yes if you did,” Celeste returned, and it was her hand that slid halfway across the table, her palm up and her fingers outstretched.

Bucky was too dumbstruck to say anything else.  He could feel his face burning as he reached out and placed his hand in hers, not able to tear his eyes away from her sweet, smiling face.

A crash sounded from the other side of the bar and Celeste let out a giggle, the direction her eyes were being drawn in told Bucky everything he needed to know.

“What did he do?” He sighed in consternation.

“Fist-bumped the air so hard he fell off his stool,” she replied between bouts of laughter.

Bucky’s head fell as he snorted, then laughed. “I would have paid to see that.”

“I’m pretty sure someone recorded it,” Celeste replied as she felt him grip her hand. “He is Captain America, after all.”

"Beautiful and smart," his eyes flickered to and from her lips, lingering on the corners of her mouth as she pulled the bottom lip between her teeth. 

"How does anyone resist that charm?" she asked in a whisper as their bodies grew closer. 

"I think you dragged it out of me," he whispered back. 

"Kicking and screaming?" She laughed and her breath fanned across his cheeks. 

"I'm waving a white flag," he winked at her. 

“Well, someone should rescue you,” she chuckled.

He shrugged.

“We could always cut straight to that third date.”

Celeste’s eyes widened and suddenly, a bead of sweat trickled down his spine. He was really taking a leap of faith with this one. And Bucky wasn’t a huge fan of heights.

“You wanna leave your friend all humiliated and alone at the bar?”

Bucky drained his drink and shook his head, brows knitting together.

“Trust me, this won’t be something he gets mad at. One time I ripped off his wings and kicked him off a hellicarrier.”

Celeste choked on her drink and covered her mouth with one hand as she coughed. Bucky winced and looked away. Maybe that was too much.

“Wow, I thought I had shitty co-workers,” she snickered.

When he looked back, she was still laughing, her shoulders shaking and her eyes sparkling.

“Well, I’ve grown.”

“That’s important,” Celeste murmured as her thumb glided gently across his vibranium knuckles.

He couldn’t feel it, but he shivered all the same. She was totally unafraid. She treated him like he was any other guy as blush cascaded down her neck. His t-shirt was starting to feel a little too tight around the base of his throat and he slid his fingers between his skin and the fabric just so he could get a second to breathe. His heart was pounding. She hadn’t even said yes yet, and he was hanging on to every breath she took. Waiting.

Celeste’s lips curled into a smile.

“There’s a great ice cream place near Central Park,” she offered. “Maybe you could buy a gal a waffle cone.”

“I could do that,” he smiled back, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip.

“They even have pistachio, I think.”

“That’s my-“

“Favourite? Yeah, I thought so,” she said and then continued as she took in his curious expression.  “You’ve always had a pint of pistachio in your cart in the store.”

Bucky couldn’t help the delighted laughter that bubbled up from his chest.  He downed the last of his drink and stood from the booth, holding out his hand.

“Come on then, Beautiful Grocery Store Dame, let’s get some ice cream.”

Celeste blushed as she gently took Bucky’s hand and stood. “Lead the way.”

Bucky’s heart felt like it could burst as he led her out of the bar, turning back to look at her. “The park’s not far. Do you wanna walk? Did you drive here?”

"Walk," she answered quickly and gave his hand a squeeze. They walked through the crowd passed Sam who watched them with a shocked expression.

"Not a word," Bucky shook his head in passing. "Not a damn word Wilson!" He held open the door for Celeste to walk through, expecting her to drop her hold on him but she just tugged him out into the cool air away from the busy sounds of the crowded bar. 

"That's better," Celeste nudged him as he scooted her to the inside of the sidewalk and directed them toward the park. "Now we can actually talk."

“Okay, so. You know I have a penchant for the outdoors and zoos,” she began. “Tell me about you.”

Bucky always dreaded this part. This was the reason a lot of his conversations on dating apps didn’t go anywhere. He hated talking about himself. What was there to say? Yeah, I did some casual assassinations for 70 years and got brainwashed and manacled to a chair. Not a big deal. Where did you say you worked again?

“Which version do you want?” He asked.

“I want the Bucky Barnes nobody sees. I know all about Hydra, and about you saving those hostages in New York and about being a big hero. But I want the real you.”

"That's a tall order," he chuckled.

"Almost as tall as you." He snorted and her hand slipped into his with relative ease. “But I think you’re up for it, Sergeant.”

His stomach fluttered and for a second, he was at a loss for words. He was a civilian now. His life was no longer about the fight. His therapist told him he had to find a balance between being a hero and being Bucky, but it wasn’t easy. That life was all he’d known, ever since he got drafted back in ’41. 

“I have a cat,” he offered.

Celeste gasped.

“I love cats. Do you have pictures?”

He chuckled.

“So many.” He pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of Alpine napping in the sun. “She’s my wallpaper.”

“Oh my God, she’s gorgeous,” Celeste gushed, almost grabbing the phone from Bucky’s hands to take a closer look.

“Second prettiest girl I ever saw,” he said, proud of the way his words caused a flush to creep up the sides of Celeste’s throat. “But don’t tell her I said that.”

“Promise,” she grinned, releasing her grip on his phone and crossing her heart.

The gesture drew Bucky’s gaze to her chest, which then made him panic that she’d think he was staring, which in turn almost made him stumble over his own feet as they reached the entrance to the park.

“Come on, soldier, both feet,” Celeste chuckled, leading him forwards yet again.

Bucky laughed and shook his head as he regained his balance. “I’m sorry. I’m normally not like this.”

"Do you have-" He attempted to recover, "a cat, or a dog?" 

"My apartment doesn't allow them but when I was little I had this grouchy old thing, grey fur, angry as all hell." She laughed and leaned in closer to him, resting her other hand on his chest as she snuggled into his arm. "He was mean until the day he died. You would have gotten along with him." 

"Ha, ha," Bucky laughed leaning his chin toward her as they walked. "Okay next," he said trying to grasp at the normality of their conversation, "what do you like to do in your spare time? You know, when you aren't prowling the grocery store for hot men who love pistchio iceream."

“Skydiving. Arson. Um… a little bit of breaking and entering.” 

Bucky stared at her for a second before she burst into laughter and leaned up against him, bumping him with her shoulder. She smelled like bergamot and caramel.

“Careful, doll. You’ll give an old man a heart attack pulling stunts like that.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “I'll stop for real. I wouldn’t want that.”

“Well, that’s nice of you.”

“I mean, who would pay for my ice cream?” She quipped.

He shook his head, smiling from ear to ear. The more they talked, the more relaxed he felt. Celeste kept him on his toes— literally and metaphorically. He liked that. 

“I’m mostly a big reader with no friends,” Celeste laughed.

Bucky pressed a hand to his chest.

“What a coincidence. I’m also a big reader with no friends.”

“You have a friend!” Celeste countered. 

“Eh…” Bucky shrugged. “That’s putting it loosely.”

They continued walking along, a slight nuzzle every now and then for warmth. 

"What kind of books do you like to read?" 

Bucky loved her curiosity. "Mostly science fiction and fantasy. Someone on an app once called me a hot nerd." He thought for a second. 

"Goddamnit, he was flirting with me. I'm dumb. I see that now."

Celeste let out a loud burst of laughter- more of a giggle. Bucky's eyebrows shot up and he couldn't help but chuckle

"Something I said?"

Celeste stopped them in their tracks and placed her hands against his chest. He blushed furiously. 

"Self-awareness with a small peppering of self-deprecation. You better be careful, President Buchanan, or I just might fall for you."

His heart lept into his throat. He was quick, but she was quicker.

“I’ll race you down there,” he said, trying for smooth but the way Celeste threw her head back and cackled made him think he’d not quite hit the mark. 

He laughed with her, and at himself, shaking his head and squeezing her fingers when her hand slipped back into his. 

They continued along the path, admiring the late fall afternoon. Leaves crunched beneath their feet and the ducks on the lake seemed to follow them, perhaps hoping for crumbs.

They rounded a bend in the path and the vintage-style ice cream truck appeared, with a thankfully short queue. Joining it, Bucky’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest when Celeste snuggled closed to him, sliding her arm tentatively around his waist underneath his leather jacket.

He smiled down at her, feeling butterflies flutter in his chest. “Are you cold?” He asked softly. “I could offer my jacket?”

"I much prefer it this way," she nuzzled a little closer and knotted her fingers into the fabric to hold him close. 

"You might change your mind after ice cream." He teased. 

"Maybe, but we can deal with that later." She said, watching him as he ordered two ice creams for them. The waffle cone was warm in his hand and the ice cream cool against their lips as they curved down the path toward the quieter part of the park. She ate her cone quietly, every so often checking to make sure he was still there as if she wasn't attached to him. 

"What?" Bucky finally asked, curious enough about what was going on behind her big beautiful eyes.

“You’ve got ice cream on your nose,” she giggled.

“Dammit—“ 

Bucky blushed and reached for it, but Celeste’s fingers bumped into his. His chest grew tight and suddenly, she was the only thing he could see. The people milling around them didn’t matter, and the sound of the traffic faded into the background as she licked her gorgeous, plump lips.

“Let me?”

His face was so warm, he was surprised he wasn’t melting his cone just by holding it in front of his face. She smiled at him, getting up on her tiptoes to swipe some pistachio ice cream off of his nose and lick her thumb.

“All gone,” she whispered. “You’re back to looking very suave.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want to ruin my disguise.”

She was still on her toes, her head tilted back slightly to meet his gaze, and his arm around her waist tightened just a little. It pulled her closer and she fitted against him like she was made to be there.

“Can I-can I try something?” He asked softly with a slight tremor to his words.

“I wish you would,” she whispered back.

James chewed at his bottom lip a moment before he gently rested his fingers under her chin. Then he dipped his head down to place a single chaste kiss to her lips.

A soft whimper left her lips as he pulled back, his hand tickling around her waist unwilling to let her go just yet. She looked up at him, nose cold from the chill air and cheeks red from blushing. "I'm really glad you did," she laughed breathlessly. 

For such a tiny kiss Bucky could feel the vibrations of it down to the tips of his toes as he battled with the urge to steal another. Her lips were soft and tasted like ice cream. He just wanted more. For a day he had been so scared to begin, he didn't want it to ever end.

“You still up for dinner?” He asked.

“Tonight?” 

Bucky shrugged.

“Sure. I’m not doing anything, and you’re already dressed for a date.”

She clicked her tongue.

“I don’t know… I might need some convincing.”

He frowned and tilted his head. Sam called it his golden retriever head tilt. 

“Convincing?” 

Celeste beamed and got up on her tiptoes, pressing a slower kiss to his lips. Bucky’s hand slid around the back of her neck as she nipped gently at his bottom lip and he blushed as she tugged on it, releasing it with a gentle pop. He whimpered, his eyelids fluttering as she gazed up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“I think we’re supposed to kiss after the date,” he whispered.

“We’re also supposed to have ice cream after dinner, so we can let some things slide.”

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded. Celeste giggled and nuzzled against him.

“I’d love to have dinner with you, Bucky.”

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15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

tagged by: @oathloathed & @rotten-pest, thank you ;w;

tagging: @necrophcge, @fishermcn, @sihilkaah, @miserycorde, @starcaller-scholar, and YOU, yes you

"Why such rush? Do stay! Time nips not at your heels, friend. Warm your bones, breathe a little. The world can concede a moment's respite to you; concede it to yourself."

"Name's Heysel! I'm a wanderer, arcane scholar, mediocre player of gittern, collector of fascinating dry leaves, and appreciator of poor jokes. In short, no one of note."

"I also happen to be an assassin. Believe me when I say that it's not the most important detail about myself. Tell me of yourself, rather!"

"The ghost dog's presence is not negotiable, I'm afraid."

"Ha! You again! A delight to see you, and whole at that! Will you believe me if I said I was just thinking about you?"

"Here. As a reward for... well, the never so obvious task of surviving! Choose a hand. One is empty, the other has something for you."

"Never expect a crab to share a thing with you. They're quite shellfish."

"Beautiful night, isn't it? I'm still not used to a static sky! Makes me want to extend my arms and try to pluck stars out of the black even more than when I was a child. I so wanted to grab them. I so wanted to place one inside my mouth, then bite down and feel the cold sour-bright flavor of it burst on my tongue."

"Friend! You live still. More rewards for you hidden in the correct hand. Buuut! Only if you first tell me what do you think of this whole... mission you've been tasked with. Saving the world. Fixing it, rather. You've been pondering it, surely? Unless you're just chasing bloodlust. I do not judge, either way."

"Come on now. I'm just a little guy. I'm a just a little guy, and it's also my birthday."

"I just can't help but think- is this right? To kill and kill and kill until you stand bloodied and alone on that throne. To conquer the power to change wholly the face of history through a violence so perfect none are left to oppose you. Is it right? It's exactly what's demanded of you."

"I do miss my hometown. Something of Sellia remains, sure. I suppose a pile of stone and ghosts is better than nothing."

"Don't give me that look. Of course I have my secrets! It's the best part about me!"

"I'm not a good person. This is not an attempt at teasing soothing words out of your lips but a mere passing of a sentence I believe in. A letter of sorts, seal-closed. Keep it in mind, is all I ask."

"A word, if I may steal a moment of your time. I have, ah... a request, if I may be so bold. At one point of your journey you might feel like you're about to face something final. An event the likes of which no one will come back from the same. And I ask that you call for me. Take me with you. I'd like to present. Please."

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 50

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2569

Warnings:

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: Yeah Boy Lover

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Ghost

It took fifteen minutes before Rooster and Ghost were scheduled to leave for their date when they realized neither of them could drive due to their concussions and injuries, nor were they truly up to going out, although it took Ghost saying it aloud for Rooster to agree, for he'd been afraid to change the plan in fear of messing up with her again. Ghost looped her arms around his neck and said, "I'm not dating you to be taken out to nice restaurants. I'm dating you because I love you. I am just as happy having a date night at the house as I am going out to dinner."

"Yeah, but you went through a lot of effort to get dolled up. I saw you struggling with that curling iron," he pointed out, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I don't want all that to be in vain."

"It's not, I promise. Honestly, having my hair and makeup done makes me feel a little more normal. So what do you say we order takeout from our favorite Chinese restaurant, have dinner at the table and pretend we're all fancy, and then switch into our pajamas and binge-watch Merlin?"

"You go sit down. I'll put in the order and set up the table," Rooster said, pecking her on the lips before spinning her 180 degrees toward the living room and giving her a little shove.

"But-"

"No buts. This was supposed to be my treat. You keep those beautiful eyes of yours on the television and do not look at what I'm doing."

Ghost stopped midway down the hallway and smiled playfully over her shoulder. "And if I disobey orders, Lieutenant?"

Rooster pointed one of his crutches at her and gently poked her in the shoulder with it. "Then you'll be charged with insubordination. Punishment will be no wontons."

"Not the wontons!" Ghost exclaimed in mock horror, clutching her chest.

"Better get moving to that couch then!" he insisted, poking her one more time. Ghost relented and went to the living room, lowering herself gently onto the sofa. She turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she arrived at her favorite genre: true crime documentaries. Ghost found herself wholly engrossed in the show, fascinated and disturbed at the reasons behind the murders' motivations. She had no idea how much time passed until Rooster braced himself on the couch behind her and said with more than a little concern, "Should I be worried that you're watching a show called Deadly Women? Because if you're trying to tell me you can kill me-"

"You already know I'm capable of that," Ghost said, tilting her head back to look at him. "Intentionally or not."

"If you kill me, I probably deserve it," he replied, smiling. "I think I'm safe tonight, though."

"That confident in your spontaneous date-night abilities?"

"This time? Yeah, I am." Rooster moved around the couch to stand in front of her. He offered his hand, and Ghost willingly took it. He hobbled to the kitchen with her, and a broad smile graced her face at the sight. Sprawled on the table was a lace tablecloth, covered with so many different dishes that Ghost had no doubt they'd have leftovers for days. A giant, three-wick candle flickered in the middle of the table, and the lights were dimmed low for ambiance. Rooster pulled out a chair for her, and Ghost sat, still too stunned to speak. He took the opportunity to say, "Don't fill up on the main course. I have a surprise for dessert."

"This is amazing," she said, unsure what dish to reach for first. "Thank you."

Rooster took the seat next to her. "We have all your favorites-"

"What about yours?"

"I have one of mine here, but tonight is for you. And, with that in mind-" he reached over and grabbed a massive bowl filled to the brim with-

"Wontons!" Ghost exclaimed, eyes nearly bulging out of her head at the amount Rooster ordered. 

"Believe it or not, I only ordered one, but when the guy recognized my voice and realized it was you I was ordering for, and when I told him you and I hadn't been in or ordered recently because we were in an accident, he sent his 'get better' regards to us in the form of what I'm pretty sure is the equivalent of at least five wonton orders."

"I think I might want to marry that man."

"Damn. Guess I'll have to return the ring I bought you."

Ghost snapped her head up. "What?!"

"Kidding," Rooster said with a cheeky grin. "We also have spring rolls, chicken fried rice-"

He continued to list everything he ordered, and Ghost systematically placed a little bit of each plate as Rooster said it until the bottom of her dish couldn't be seen. The couple chatted and stuffed their face with the delicious food, and Ghost couldn't remember the last time she'd been this happy since the day she arrived on North Island. It felt like such a long time ago, though it'd only been a few months. She even forgot about her pain- both physical and emotional- for a short while, which was the biggest gift of all. 

An hour later, stomachs full and hurting from laughter, Ghost and Rooster leaned back in their chairs, assessing the damage they'd done to the food. Finally, it was Rooster who remarked, "I'm impressed. We ate enough to feed a small army."

"I think we ate more tonight than we have in the last two weeks," Ghost said, stretching. 

"Do you have room for dessert now? Or do you want to wait a bit?"

"Can we change into our pajamas first? I might need more stretching room for my stomach than this skirt allows."

Rooster chuckled and agreed. They shuffled to the bedroom, switching into their PJs at a leisurely pace and in no rush. Besides, they had all night.

Ghost finished first and meandered to the kitchen to start cleaning up. She felt it was the least she could do after Rooster did everything to set it up. He appeared a few moments later and helped put away the leftovers and wash any dirty dishes. Then, he instructed her to return to the living room, where he said he'd join her shortly.

Although curious, Ghost listened. She sat on the couch and was pulling up Merlin when Rooster entered with two presents. Perplexed, she asked, "What's this?"

"Here." He sat beside her and handed Ghost the larger of the two presents. "Keep it upright. It's perishable and fragile."

What on earth could it be? Ghost carefully ripped open the wrapping paper to find a dozen familiar-looking cupcakes in an equally familiar box. "Are these what I think they are?"

Rooster nodded. "They're the same cupcakes we had on our trip to New Orleans. I know that wasn't a date by any means, but that was the night I first realized how in love with you I actually was. Found out it was a chain, and luckily, they had one here, so I ordered those this morning and had Bryn pick them up for me. She dropped them off when you were in the shower. The girl has impeccable timing, let me tell you."

"And here I thought the surprise was that I would be dessert," Ghost joked, shooting Rooster a sly smile.

"You still can be if that's what you want," he replied, eyes momentarily and lustfully dropping to her lips.

She leaned forward and kissed him. "I'm looking forward to having these now and you having me later."

"You'd think I remember how dangerous that mouth of yours can be after all this time," Rooster said, eyes sparkling with anticipation. He took the box from her and set it on the table. "Before we dig into those, I have one more for you. This was meant to be your birthday present, but we weren't in the best of places, and I wasn't sure if I should give it to you or not."

Ghost opened the second present. She could feel it was a thick book, but she hadn't expected it to be a giant photo album of her with everyone she had ever loved. There were pictures of her with her mom, her dad, her sister, Hangman, Rooster, Maverick, the Daggers, and more.

"I got the idea after you gave me the scrapbook of my dad," Rooster confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I reached out to anyone I could think of who would have pictures with you or of your family, so your mom, Bryn, Hangman, the Daggers, Wolfman, Mav, and others. I tried to make it look as nice as yours, but I'm not as creative with scrapbooking as I am up in the air and- oh, no. Oh, God, you're crying."

Ghost laughed through her tears, wiping them away. "It's okay. They're happy tears. It's- I haven't seen some of these photos before, especially of my parents."

Rooster slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close while she flipped slowly through the album pages, trying to memorize every picture and every smiling face. Ghost was surprised at the number of candid shots of her with the others. She never thought people noticed her like that...

"That's one of my favorites," Rooster said, pointing to a photo of them at the most recent Christmas party. Ghost sat next to Rooster in her striking red dress, holding the dagger- blade extended- that Maverick and Penny had given her. "You look so happy, and I know it's because you received the present, but it also looks like you're an aichomaniac."

Ghost frowned, perplexed. "A what now?" 

"An aichomaniac. A person obsessed with knives."

"I mean, you're not wrong. I do like having my knives on me."

It was Rooster's turn to frown. "Knives? As in plural?"

"Whenever I go out, I usually have two knives on me," Ghost explained, flipping to the next page in the book. "I figure if anyone ever attacked me and disarmed me with my first knife, one of the last things they'd expect is for me to whip out a second one."

"I'm not sure if I'm terrified or turned on."

Smirking, Ghost continued going through the pages, stopping at one of her mom and Maverick, young, carefree, and smiling on the back of his motorcycle. Her fingers trailed over it gingerly. "They looked happy together..."

"I think they were, for a time. Mav said they were both stubborn and unbending in their ways at that time, though, so compromise never came easy. They both had their careers to think about, too."

"When did he tell you that?"

"A while ago. Well before you and I ever suspected you might be related to him. Our moms knew each other, too. Got along famously before Charlie and Mav broke up. Then all communication stopped. I don't know why," he replied. Ghost had a few guesses, but she kept them to herself. It would do no good to dwell on the past. At least not right now. "Have you figured out how to bring it up with him?"

"No. I don't have proof, just a lot of coincidental evidence. I thought about doing a DNA test, but I don't know where I could send it to have them compared without paying an extortionate amount of money. But that is a problem for another day. I want to focus on being with you tonight." Ghost looked up and pecked Rooster on the lips. They finished going through the book, and Ghost teared up a few more times at some of the photos, but that was okay. This was the best gift Rooster could've gotten her, and it would be her most cherished belonging. 

After carefully setting the book aside and away from all food and drink, Ghost and Rooster settled on the couch with the cupcakes and Merlin, although they chatted throughout the show, mainly laughing at Arthur's obliviousness. 

When one scene appeared of Merlin revealing his magic, Ghost thought back to her own secret, one she'd kept from Rooster for so long, a secret Ghost promised she wouldn't tell him until the day she died. Technically, Ghost had, if just for a few seconds, so why not tell him after all this time?

"Admiral Cain," Ghost said sleepily, craning her head up to look at Rooster from its position on his shoulder.

Rightfully confused, he responded, "What?"

"I promised you that the day I died would be the day I told you how I got my callsign. Considering I did for a hot sec, I figured I should keep it."

"Not- not because you're dying now, right?" Rooster confirmed, his hand tightening on her arm.

"No, I'm very much-" Ghost placed his free hand above her heart- "alive."

Rooster visibly relaxed after a few seconds. Nodding, he said, "I'm good now. So, how does Cain come into play?"

"We were at a state banquet. All the big names were there. Cyclone, Warlock, Iceman, Cain, and my dad, to name a few. Well, I went to join my dad, who was talking to Cain. He had red wine in his hand, his dress whites on, and absolutely no clue I stood beside him until I remarked on his story. He jumped, swore, and completely forgot he was holding a wine glass. The red wine went all over his nicely pressed dress whites. He said I was 'like a 'God damn ghost.' The nickname stuck, although I refused to go to any more state banquets after that, too mortified, but every officer who'd been there and seen it would greet me as 'Ghost.' The name stuck, and it became my callsign."

Rooster burst out laughing. "Oh, I can imagine the look on his face! Damn well deserved it being on that high-ass horse of his."

"It gets worse. He had to meet the President right after. Didn't have time to clean up. Cain never liked me after that and always kept a careful out for me in the future, and I somehow had a tendency to show up when he least expected it. I also made him spill coffee on himself once. Thankfully, it wasn't hot, but I did get reprimanded for that because he thought I did it on purpose."

"That's awesome," Rooster chuckled, kissing her on top of the head. Ghost closed her eyes at the contact, feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time. Exhaustion and a full stomach were quickly overcoming her. "You know, if you really are Mav's daughter, and Cain realizes there are two of you, he may finally retire."

"We should tell him that regardless of the truth," she mumbled. "He's trying to take away our planes for his unmanned drone project."

"He can take it out of my cold, dead hands. But I think that's a plan for another day," Rooster remarked, kissing her head again. "Do you want to go get in bed?"

"No, here's fine," Ghost murmured, too comfortable and warm curled up against Rooster. She felt him shift around a little bit, and a few seconds later, a blanket covered her. She barely heard him whisper "good night" and place his fingers on the pulse point on her wrist before Ghost slipped into dreamland.

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[toomanyideasandfandoms]

Making some incorrect quotes for my wuwasona (I'll just use the name yinghua for now, not their actual name but I need something)

Yinghua: You ever think about the fact that-

Mortefi: Stop

Yinghua: But-

Mortefi: I don't have the mental capacity for this right now

Yinghua: Just hear me out-

-

Rover: *Is healing their injures*

Yinghua: I told you that bear was too strong, should've taken on the birds

Rover: That's worse tho?

Yinghua: Would humble you more tho

-

Scar: Ooh you wanna hit me so bad

Yinghua: Yes, in fact I want to actually kill you bitch

-

Jiyan: This view is beautiful

Yinghua: You're beautiful

Jiyan: What?

Yinghua: What?

-

Mortefi: ...

Yinghua: *In the middle of a giant mess from messing with equipment* ...In my defense you should've hidden it better from my gremlin hands

-

Rover: How do you know so much?

Yinghua: Nunya

Rover: ...

Yinghua: ...nunya-fucking-business...AT LEAST WORK WITH ME WHEN I MAKE JOKES-

-

Yinghua: I'm so tired

Rover: Jiyan is training shirtless right now

Yinghua: I SUDDENLY CAN TAKE ON A HUNDRED SOLDIERS *runs to the training grounds*

-

Aalto: ...

Encore: ...

Yinghua: ...

Yinghua: So you got the info or not-

Aalto: *sighs* Why do I deal with you again?

Yinghua: I ask that all the time with you

Aalto: YOU'RE WORSE THO-

Yinghua: SAYS THE GUY THAT TRIED TO-

Encore: *giggling to her plushies* They argue like a married couple!

Both: WHAT NO??? HE'S/THEY'RE SO DISGUSTING WHY WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER-

-

Yinghua and Rover meet

Yinghua: *Looking down* Ah, you're finally awake-

-

Chixia: Can you do something besides quoting stuff from your home?

Yinghua: No, I don't think I will

Chixia: YOU-

Yangyang & Rover: *sighs*

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Scar: Cmon~ Just admit you like me

Yinghua: I'd rather eat a thousands needles then ever admit something like that

Scar: ...

Scar: What about one big "needle" in-

Yinghua: I will fucking destroy you if you finish that sentence

Scar: Promise?

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Baizhi: *Stares down at Yinghua, Rover, and Chixia* Why is it always you three

Yinghua: In my defense, Chixia started it

Chixia: WHAT NO-

Rover: I was just trying to stop them

Baizhi: Only Yangyang can do that

Rover: ...I know

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Verina: What kind of flowers have you seen?

Yinghua: There's one that smells like an actual corpse, it's so bad it makes you sick and vomit

Verina: ...

Yinghua: ...there's also some pretty flowers like one that only blooms in the moonlight!

Verina: Really!?

Yinghua: Yeah but it's also deadly poisonous

Verina: ...

Yinghua: ...look I'm trying my best-

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That's all I can think up! Hopefully that helps with showing how they interact with everyone in some way (idk certain characters well like Calcharo so he doesn't get anything for now). If some like this or have their own quotes they can think up of please let me know! I know my oc stuff doesn't really get much attention but I'd like to broaden this blog a bit.

[idyllic-musings]

will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul?

summary. wistful musings are exchanged between two friends older than most.

trigger & content warnings. references to genocide.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort, soft angst. eir (genshin oc) & la signora. 1.2k words. eir uses they/them pronouns.

author's thoughts. THE BELOVEDS!!!!! eir fans come get your MEAL of a soft melancholic angst fic that i made <333 my post formatting will remain the same simply because i want you all to know that this is my oc!!!!! also i don't feel like working out new post formatting.

       "Your hair... It's becoming long again, Eir."

       La Signora's well manicured nails raked through their coffee locks with a gentleness she did not display often, tenderly working apart the tangles that had formed due to their lack of care and attention. A fire crackled on in the background, filling what would have been empty silence. The warm flames danced against their skin, mingling with the wistful glitter in their eyes, and similarly kissing the Eighth's face with a warmth she was both familiar and unfamiliar with.

       Said woman grimaced when her finger got caught on a particularly stubborn knot, a small crack now forming in her well cared for nail.

       "Archons above... your hair is thick enough to break my nails."

       "Sorry. I'll take you out to get a manicure done soon, okay?"

       "Hmph. Fine. That is compensation enough."

       "Well, that didn't take much convincing," Eir mused teasingly, to which she swatted their shoulder. "Okay, okay! I get it!"

       "Do you not take care of your hair? Of yourself?" she grumbled, taking a brush to their hair and working apart that particular knot with it rather than her fingers. They didn't reply. "Your silence speaks a thousand words. Take better care of yourself, Eir. I mean it."

       They giggled at her agitation, joking, "Why? I can just cut the damaged parts off if it gets too tangled. You think I'd look good with short hair?"

       "No."

       They laughed again, making the Fair Lady's lips twitch upwards. 'Such a beautiful sound,' she thought. 'Ah, this world is far too cruel for you, Eir...'

       "Aw. It looks so fierce and powerful on some folks. Why not me?"

       "There are some people who can effectively pull off such a look," she agreed, nodding, "but you are not one of them, my dear. If you want a technical answer"—she leaned forward, cupping their cheeks and squishing their face to her heart's content before leaning back again and continuing on with the task at hand—"it's the shape of your face. The structure of your bones. Anything that goes above your ears would not frame your face well."

       "Well... I trust you, Rosalyne. I mean, look at you—you are literally drop-dead gorgeous. I'd imagine you of all people would know what is best for my appearance."

       "You flatter me."

       "As I should."

       Rosalyne smiled, genuinely smiled that time, setting the brush aside and gingerly brushing their hair back over their shoulders. Finally. When their hair wasn't tangled, it was really quite beautiful.

       "Would you like me to cut it again?"

       "If you would."

       "Very well, then."

       Their reflection in the window they were situated in front of looked... tired. They could vaguely make out the shape of their star irises against the bleak darkness, caused by the raging blizzard outside.

       ...Damn. How were they going to leave without getting hypothermia? Not that it would kill them of all people, of course, but it'd be nice to leave dry and warm instead of wet and cold.

       They supposed they would cross that bridge when they got to it. For now, it was no concern of theirs.

       Hair shears snipped away at inch after inch of their hair. With each cut, Rosalyne's nails raked again through their locks to release any loosened strands that were a bit more stubborn than the others.

       "There," she murmured softly, only for their ears to hear. The shears were set aside just as the brush had been. "Is this short enough? I can cut it more if you'd like."

       "No. This is perfect. Thank you."

       Rosalyne leaned forward slightly, again cupping their face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed over their cheeks. With gentle guidance, she turned their face to the right towards her vanity.

       "The glass will never do you justice, Eir. It distorts your appearance in ways unbefitting of someone of your grace."

       Grace?

       They would hardly describe themselves in such a way, but they appreciated her sentiment.

       Their reflection in the mirror was indeed more appealing than what had been shown to them in the dark glass—she was certainly not wrong about that. However, the tiredness still remained, but... surely that was to be expected.

       Immortality was an exhausting burden.

       "Hehe... you know me very well, don't you?"

       "I would hope so," she scoffed. "It would be shameful if I didn't. Five centuries is quite a lengthy time to get to know someone."

       "Indeed," they agreed. "You and I were quite different people back then. I appreciate that our difference in paths is not enough to deter you from continuing our friendship."

       It was quiet for a moment, but then, Rosalyne sighed. Her hand was gentle against their cheek, as if she could not risk being rough with them, as if they would shatter if she ever did.

       "I am certain it is only because I am not here to take revenge on Celestia. I never was."

       "You never were," they echoed, musingly. "No... I don't believe that. You needn't lie to me. You are here to serve the Tsaritsa's will and avenge Rostam in the process—I understand, I do, Rosalyne. I just don't think violence will help in the way she thinks it will. You cannot remedy one genocide with another. An eye for an eye and the world goes blind, as the saying goes."

       "...This is where our ideologies differ."

       They smiled wistfully. "It is, but that's fine. I love you regardless."

       She did not say it back. Her lips parted—as if she desperately wanted to—but then shut again and pressed into a thin line. It... troubled her, her inability to express the love she most certainly held for her friend, but vulnerability was something she had long since forsaken.

       Eir did not take it personally.

       Then, a knock resounded throughout the surprisingly comfortable silence that had settled within Rosalyne's quarters. Her eyebrow twitched with annoyance.

       Nonetheless, she replied as smoothly as she could manage:

       "You may enter. Make it quick."

       With trembling hands, a much lower-ranked Fatui agent entered her room, bowing their head respectfully. "My lady, you are needed elsewhere—"

       "What?" the Harbinger sneered, fingers flexing slightly on their cheek but not tightening their grip at all. "Explain. Now. I do not have the time nor the patience for this today."

       The agent looked as if they were about to cry. Poor thing.

       "Lo— Lord Pierro has requested your— um, your presence, Lady Eighth."

       If looks could kill, they just knew the poor agent would have dropped cold and dead by now.

       Eir tenderly carressed her palm with one of their hands, leaning into her touch. A small kiss was placed on her scarred hands. Rosalyne's shoulders relaxed a little.

       "Go. It's fine. I'll be fine."

       "Eir," she huffed, thumb stroking over their cheekbone, "when do we ever get to spend time such as this together? Can he not simply wait—"

       "Rosa. I don't want to get you in trouble. I mean, I will tell all of your superiors to go fuck themselves if they so much as look at you wrong, but... you know, that's me. You don't have that same luxury. So, go."

       She didn't seem convinced, so they continued.

       "You and I have all the time in the world, love. You know that."

       "...Fine."

       Rosalyne stood up, the tapping of her heels gradually getting further away. Then, a door opened and closed just as quickly.

       Just like that, she was gone, and somehow the fire's warmth felt a little colder in her absence.